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Deyanik (Smoldering)	By : Bloodysyren Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Deyanik (Smoldering)
- 2-Ch. 2.
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch 4.
- 5-Ch 5.
- 6-Ch 6.
- 7-Ch 7.
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    Heracles climbed the three flights of winding stairs up to the room at the very top. He glanced at the piece of paper crushed in his hand, making sure this was the right number. Grandma hadn’t even told him the name of the man he was going to meet, but Heracles knew that things would work out somehow. He knocked on the door, there was no reply. He knocked again, waiting. As the door was opening he quickly blurted out,

   “I was sent here by a nice lady down the street in a tea shop. She told me to come see….” Glancing up Heracles was staring into Sadik’s smiling face.

   “It- It’s you!” He stammered.

   “Come on in, won’t you?” Sadik said, opening the door to admit his new guest. Heracles stepped through the door, hearing it close and lock behind him. He was standing in a sumptuous living room. A low square black coffee table stood in the middle of the room, low chairs surrounding the perimeter with plush carpets covering the floor. There was a slight smell of clean laundry and exotic spices coming from the incense burning on the table. Dim lights cast a low glow to everything, making it seem like a dream.

   “Please, come this way. Take your shoes off if you’d like….feel free to throw your stuff anywhere.” Heracles left his pack and shoes in the living room and followed his host through the living room to the kitchen and out into the back bedroom, a large low bed, overflowing with rumpled cream-colored sheets widened before him, the gauzy curtains beckoning him out to the balcony where he saw clothing drying on a line, waving in the warm night breeze. The balcony had a romantic view of the street. There was a pair of low chairs on the balcony, a small table between them. Turning back into the bedroom he saw Sadik sitting on the edge of the bed leaning back on his hands.

   “Thank you.” Heracles said, shuffling his feet a little.

   “For what?”

   “For everything!” He blurted, excited. Sadik smiled.

   “I don’t have much, but you’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like.”

   “Really? Oh, you’re too kind. By the way, what’s your name again. I’ve forgotten.” He looked down, embarrassed.

   “Sadik. It’s so wonderful to have you here, Heracles. Sorry I didn’t have more time to really tidy up the place. Being a bachelor for so long has taken its toll I suppose.” Heracles jumped a little, happy that the Turk had remembered his name.

   “That’s alright. It reminds me of my old rooms back home.” His face fell slightly.

   “Hey! Do you want something to eat? Are you hungry?” Heracles nodded and fiddled with the dirty hem of his shirt. Sadik got up and wandered to the kitchen pulling some things together from off the counter.

   Heracles sat on a stool and watched the other man bustle about, preparing dinner. This was too good to be true. All of a sudden Sadik turned on the Greek.

   “Hey, did you want to take a shower or anything? I bet it’s been rough for you sleeping out there.” He jerked his head towards the window.

   “If that would be alright.”

   “Of course it’s alright. I asked you first, didn’t I?” Heracles nodded and stood up.

   “I’ll get you some things. Be right back.” Sadik shuffled off again. He returned with a small package and handed it to the Greek.

   “What’s this?”

   “Just a few things. I couldn’t have you using my toothbrush and things. Now, off you go. Dinner will be ready by the time you get out.”

   “Ok.” Heracles took the package with him into Sadik’s room and shut the door, slipping off his grungy clothing, piling it on the floor. He grabbed the package and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The bathroom was small but sumptuous. There was a white claw-foot tub surrounded by a low candelabra on a dark wooden table. The vanity was cluttered with all sorts of things: hair gels, cologne’s, and bath products. A huge soft white rug was covering the whole floor and Heracles buried his toes in it. He drew the water and began to unwrap the package. There was a small note on the top.

   “Dear Heracles,

       Thank you for trusting me. No one really does. I wanted to put a few things together for you. Please tell me if there is anything I can do for you.

       ~ Sadik”

   The Greek smiled and looked through the contents. There was a toothbrush, a towel and washcloth. A small piece of chocolate sat amidst the delicate folds of the fabric. Heracles smiled. So this was why Sadik hadn’t really been prepared to receive him. He had been so busy preparing this little gift bag of bare essentials. Heracles shut the water off and picked a few items off the vanity: a bottle of shampoo, a small one of body wash, placing them on the small table by the tub. He climbed into the steaming bath, immersing himself in the warm water. He surfaced wiping his hair out of his face.

   Sadik put the stove on low and crept into his bedroom, hearing the bath shut off. He gathered up Heracles’ old clothes and dumped them in his laundry hamper, replacing them with a pair of light cotton pajamas. Returning to the kitchen, he shut the bedroom door silently, setting out bowls, napkins and silverware on the low coffee table. The Turk lit some candles and put out a bottle of sweet white wine. It was such a good feeling to have a guest again.

   Heracles drained the water and stepped out of the tub, grabbing the fluffy towel and securing it around his waist, hair dripping wet still. He dried himself as best he could, secretly wishing he could remain naked and clean. He didn’t want to get back into his gross old clothes. He opened the bathroom door and realized that his clothes had transformed into a pair of pajamas, clean and soft. He put them on, embarrassed at the fact that his underwear had disappeared. He wished he had a robe.

   Walking out of the bedroom, Heracles breathed deeply, the smell of cooked meat and spices making him ravenous. He glanced in the kitchen and found no one. He ventured to the living room and discovered Sadik, sitting at the low table, two steaming bowls of soup waiting for them, white wine already opened and poured.

   “Is all this because of me?” Heracles asked.

   “Yes. I wanted to make something substantial for you. You seemed so desperate and hungry earlier. I had to do something. It’s been so long since I’ve had a guest. I never really had an excuse to cook good, hearty meals for just me.” Heracles sat down, and took a sip of wine, feeling the cool liquid slide down his throat. He picked up his spoon and shovelled in a tender morsel of lamb. The stew was exquisite.

   “This is really good.”

   “I’m glad that you like it.” Sadik replied. His eyes were absentmindedly roaming hungrily over the other man’s slight form. He caught himself and tried to focus on Heracles’ face. But during the course of the meal doing that didn’t help either. The young man had an angelic face, bright blue eyes that seemed to betray his every emotion. His wet hair clung to his temples, giving him a wild tousled look. The light cotton shirt clung to his damp skin, the barest hint of his nipples visible through the fabric was so tantalizing. Sadik hurriedly cleaned up the dishes, leaving only the half-empty bottle of wine on the table.

   “Did you enjoy the chocolate?” He called from the kitchen, setting the dishes in the sink.

   “Oh! I completely forgot. Thank you!” Heracles scurried to the bathroom and retrieved it, unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth as he walked back into the kitchen. Sadik smiled.

   “There’s plenty more where that came from, if you want.” Heracles’ eyes got wide in happiness.

   “I take it you like chocolate then?” The Greek nodded vigorously. They returned to the living room, flopping down lazily on the chairs and overstuffed pillows. Sadik set the bowl of jewel-like candies down on the table and lit another stick of incense, the sweet smoke filling the room. Heracles sipped his wine and glanced around. There were bookshelves stuffed full of books, magazines, odds and ends.

   “Wow! Have you read all of those?” Sadik glanced behind him.

   “Yup. I’ve read every book I own. Do you like to read?”

   “I love it. Well, I love painting more, but books come really close after.” He blushed and smiled, taking another sip. The wine was loosening his tongue a little. He was becoming more relaxed. This place was very warm, very comfortable. He wanted to tell Sadik everything about his past, about how his dad had all but disowned him. He flopped down on his back on the pillows. It was getting late.

   The Turk glanced over at his new companion. The chocolate bowl was half empty, shiny foil wrappers littered the table. He smiled. Such coy innocence. They should probably head to bed.

   “Heracles?”

   “Hmmm?”

   “Are you getting tired? You probably have a long day ahead of you, right?”

   “Mmm…” That apathetically tired voice. Sadik knew it was time to put his new friend to bed. He stood up and gathered the wrappers up in a tight fist, throwing them away in the kitchen. He returned and extended a hand to Heracles who took it groggily. The wine and bath and chocolate had all made him sleepy. He followed Sadik to the bedroom.

   “Unfortunately I only have the one bed. It’s big enough so I hope you don’t mind sleeping together.” Heracles didn’t care at this point and shook his head.

   “As long as I can sleep I don’t care where it is.” That apathy again, so carefree and uncertain. Heracles sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the covers down, straightening them a little. He turned to see Sadik stripping off his shirt, that muscular tanned back shifting as he slipped it over his head. Sadik tossed the shirt into the hamper and was working on his pants when he felt Heracles looking at him and saw a fait blush across those cheeks. He tossed his pants onto the floor and climbed into bed in only his boxers. He turned to Heracles,

   “I hope you don’t mind.”

   “Oh, no, not at all. It’s your bed after all. You could wear whatever you want to bed. You could even go to bed naked for all I care.” Heracles stifled a gasp.

   “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, pulling the sheets up to his eyes, embarrassed. Sadik chuckled.

   “Are you saying you wouldn’t mind if I slept naked?” That low rumbling laugh again. Heracles blushed.

   “I don’t know….”

   “Hehe, well, regardless, you have a long day ahead of you. Sleep well.” Sadik switched off the bedside lamp with a smile.
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