[[Author's Note: I am a huge fan of this pairing. In fact for Axis Powers Hetalia it is probably my OTP. =w= Any way, please do comment, I love comments, constructive criticism is always welcomed. If you think it sucks, tell me so in a kind manner and let me know how I can improve~

WARNING: this is smut and being it's this pairing, will likely occur… Also, there is a flashback in which; Heracles is twelve. I want to put this out there. IN NO WAY DO I SUPPORT R/L CHILD PORN or ANYTHING THAT INVOLVES 'DEM YOUNGIN's TO BE SEXUALLY ACTIVE WITH AN OLDER PERSON! If you do not wish to read this section, skip the italicized writing, though it is lovely and consists of most of the story. =w= Also, you probably shouldn't have looked up this story anyway. And it's not that bad, the little boy does enjoy it…

Enjoy~!]]

Chapter One
A Night to Remember

The brunette looked up into the face of the strong-built features of the man hovering only centimetres above him. The familiar ivory mask, concealing the blood-shot green eyes, loomed over the nervous boy.

Unable to contain his fear, the boy shuddered. The stronger, more dominant male leaned down. No. Please no. Stop. He pleaded mentally. Please, don't. Don't do it, stop. The larger male did not seem to notice. The lines on the brunette's brow furrowed upwards in concern, the onyx haired male who hovered so dangerously above, showed absolutely no sign of releasing his captive. Not even as he wore an expression of utter terror.

"Heracles," the scruffy, unshaven onyx haired man whispered, breath hot against his ear. The brunette shook slightly at the sound of his name, lust ridden, and slurred with the affects of the strong Turkish liquor. The scent did all but drip from the dark skinned man.

That trademark green coat and his red hat had been cast away, lying now, discarded on its rounded side.

"S-Sadiq, I shouldn't stay… I-I mean…" his voice was unsure and shook nervously. The Greek man pushed against the firm chest of the Turk, but the man would not budge.

"Yeh don't want t' be with me?" Sadiq's voice turned to molten silk as it washed over the young brunette.

Damn him. Heracles sighed defeated. He'd be lying if he said no. The poor Greek had only come over to visit the Turkish man to pick up the priceless golden band he had left there, a long while ago at the start of his independence. Instead, his simple task was blown out of proportions because someone had, had a little too much Raki (a Turkish alcoholic beverage, and the Turk's favourite) before coming home.

As the Greek was about to answer, he was cut off by the feel of the heated, dark coloured lips pressing against his own. Had, his answer entered his mind a moment before he could have probably gotten away from the Turk, but, not now. Not, as the Turk's lips melded to his own. Damn him. Heracles had lost.

Yes, he wanted to fight his response, in a feeble attempt to free himself from the drunken man's sensual grasp. It seemed to be impossible. Sadiq was too heavily intoxicated, and Heracles; well, the Greek was too turned on by the larger man's lips to voice his objections.

Heart racing, Heracles sighed out the Turk's name as their mouths combined into one. Sadiq's mouth working feverously trying to devour the other's lips. It had become the most natural thing in the world to both men. Heracles casually slid his arms up and around the strongly built, olive skinned Turk. Holding him closer, the Greek's arms clasped together holding the other there. Sadiq's frame pressed against the smaller Greeks, in a full body sensual caress.

Heracles felt as if he had finally come home, after a long tour and was being greeted by a lover, or fiancée. If only he weren't drunk, this moment would be perfect. Not to mention, the Greek hated this Turkish man, right? Of course, why shouldn't he? Especially after everything they had been through together. The pain and sorrow the betrayal and heartbreak. Or those late nights, when Heracles had been a sexually curious teen and the older Turk had taken plenty of time out of his busy schedule to help satisfy the young man. Oh, the humiliation, but oh gods, that pleasure! Heracles should have hated the older man, instead of openly embracing him. The sexual male holding him—that's right, Heracles thought. Sadiq was a very, very sexual male. Sex was so common for him; in fact did it even hold the same meaning as it did for the Greek? Heracles didn't know anymore, there was no way the Turkish man actually cared about him. Sure he had whispered those words in all three languages he knew it in, but how many others had he said them too?

The Greek was stormed by the mixed feelings of turmoil and enjoyment. Was this all he was to the Turk, a sex toy? Nothing more than a simple being, there to help the other feel 'good' in the most sexual way he could. It had to be, why else would he be in this situation? Sure, Heracles was enjoying himself, but was it too much to ask to be given a night to just lay in bedwith the Turk? Besides, Sadiq had to have plenty of others he could fuck; right? Why did he have to choose Heracles? Gupta was always an open option that was a fact.

Oh, Gupta. The silly Egyptian boy was so infatuated by the Turk. Why shouldn't he have been? Without his mask, Sadiq was definitely the most handsome man alive. With his short dark hair, and his deep green eyes, then his dark full lips that had whispered out the Greeks name many times in heated ecstasy.

A shudder past through down the Greek's body at sharp, vivid the memory of all those wonderfully delicious times from his early teens up until his departure. Each one ended with himself unable to walk, at least for a day and the worst being a week or more.

The Turk's body shifted as it was pressed against the Greeks, bringing the brunette back to reality. So many sensations flooded the young man. Sadiq's broad shoulders were so solid. His mouth warm and wet, working vehemently against the Greeks, Heracles wished the scent of alcohol was not so strong. He missed that blazing natural scent mixed with the fiery flavour of smoke and incense that emanated from the Turk on a normal day of sweet passion.

Incredibly the Turk's body felt hot. Not only did he look hot, he felt it. The Greek groaned, the arousal overflowed his mind making it damn near impossible to keep his attention on one thing. Damn him! Although his body pleaded for more, his mind wanted him to stop. Perhaps it was the fact that the Turkish man was pressing his advantage but the younger male did not want him to stop. No, he did but he knew the man would not cease his actions. Heracles was both pleased and dismayed by this truth.

And yet, his lips were so exquisitely erotic, quickly distracting him from any thoughts of leaving. He wanted everything from the man dominating him. The sleek wet muscle slid out from the dark skinned man's lips and danced on his own, demanding entry. The Greek wanted to disobey him, wanted to fight, wanted to struggle, but he couldn't. The boy liked this attention to much. Heracles wanted everything the Turk could offer, could give, and he wanted to give it back.

Could he?

Had Heracles fallen so deep that he wanted to be more than a sex toy to the Turk? A sudden dread filled the Greek. The same question from before, was this all that Sadiq wanted him for? Fire, it filled his eyes as the burning tears reached the brim before falling over. No, he did not want this, not at all. If the Turk had wanted to just lie beside him and just sleep him, then fine Heracles would openly accept him into the linen sheets. But no, all the Turk ever wanted to do was have sex. Sadiq only ever wanted to screw the young brunette until he bled or could no longer walk. Damn him. Damn him and his damn alcohol.

Damn the love he had for the Turk. Even as the aforementioned doubts and fears flooded his mind, the wonderful possibilities of their relationship becoming something more rolled from his head, while tears of regret and worry flowed from his hidden emerald eyes.

And still they kissed.

"A-Athena…"

What? Heracles' eyes shot open as his heart skipped a beat. Why was the Turk mumbling the name of his mother? The name spilled from his lips in a heated passion as they broke their kiss to breathe. Did the Turk only do these things to him because of his mother?

Rage welled up in the male.

"Get off," he snarled viciously pressing his hands against the firm chest.

The Turk acted as though he did not hear. Heracles knew he did. "Get off, you bastard," He waited a moment before continuing, "I said get off!" the anger swelled within the Greek just as his tone grew. With every ounce of straight fury and anger, the Greek forced the strong Turkish man off. "When I say get off, I mean it!" he raged furiously, turning away from the larger man he stalked off towards the large door.

Bad idea

Just as the Greek made it to the door, right as he put his hand on the knob ready to leave the sexual tension and the Turk behind, Heracles felt a shadow loom over him before anything else. The Greek froze mere moments before the strong, bare, muscular arm of the Turk shot out past his head and shut the door with a resounding bang.

Heracles jumped. "S-Sadiq?" he asked nervously. He could feel the Turk's breath on the back of his neck. He could smell the strong rank liquor on his breath. "L-let me leave."

All of the previous strength and anger leaked away as the first waves of sadness and anger crashed over him. The tanned Greek's blood ran cold as the Turk closed in, pressing his hard chiselled body against Heracles' back.

"What's wrong Hera~?" The Turk's voice may have been slurred but it held all the rich, seductive power as it always did.

Inhaling sharply, his voice caught in his throat. The old nickname dribbled off the other mans mouth as though a faucet had just been turned on. That dark velvety silk tone—was that even possible to have a velvet silk voice? Even if it was impossible fabric combination, the elder Turk made it possible in those few words.

"I-I told you…" he stammered out, trying to hide the fear and obvious arousal but failing miserably. "I'm l-leaving."

"But, Hera~!" the Turk sang his nick name and the Greek did all but melt. His stomach churned, his mind flipped, and his groin- Oh his groin twitched. There was so much innuendo in those two words. So much desire flooded from the Turk's mouth. It ran over his body, and seeped into his skin. The Greek bit his lip to keep the groan from escaping his lips.

"No Sadiq! I'm leaving, and t-that is that!" Heracles put all the force he could muster into his retort. Not only could he not let the Turk know that he was afraid, he couldn't show that he was turned on as well.

The man's strong arms grabbed him from behind. One grasped from hip to shoulder the other wrapped around the top of his waist. Of course, the Turk towered above the Greek.

His strong arms showed absolutely no signs of releasing him; in fact with every slight struggle the Greek gave, they seemed to tighten.

Heracles struggled a little more, but the man held him there in his vice-like grip. The Greek hid his eyes from the world of reality. No, he couldn't look. He wouldn't look. Still, he struggled. It was all he could do, now. Heracles was powerless. He made a feeble attempt to kick the Turk's shins. His failed attacks were greeted with a smirk and a dark snicker.

"C'mon now, Hera~ I raised yeh, do yeh think that I'd let yeh kick me like yeh used too?" The Turk's hold tightened again, and his hot voice whispered playfully into his ear.

"Don't…" he gasped out through the insecurity that his voice would show his desire.

Turk's lips pressed against the soft flesh of Heracles' neck. A soft groan emanated from the Greek as the soft, warm lips worked suggestively against the flesh. The Turk's breath was warm and brought sparks of sensuality to the surface. Gooseflesh covered the lightly tanned skin of the Greek.

Heracles' mind crumbled nothing made sense anymore. He wanted Sadiq to continue, but he desperately wanted him to stop. He wanted him to get leave, and yet he wanted to hold him close. These small actions made Heracles want to cry out and scream. Confusion tore through his body as the Turkish man continued.

How the hell, could this old, perverted woolly-faced man make his mind go to mush?

That is an easy answer; he's been slowly corrupting him from a young age.

"Hey Heracles~" Sadiq called endearingly. He was answered with a rude protruding tongue and a stiff frown. "Oh come on now, I've got a gift for you~" It was obvious that the Turkish man knew how to catch the attention of this young boy.

"What is it~?" asked the twelve year old trying as hard as he could to hide his curiosity and slight excitement about getting a gift.

The Turk smiled, darkly. Not that the young boy really paid much attention. All that was going through his mind was; 'Present, for me?'

Holding out a small stuffed kitten plush, Sadiq thoroughly enjoyed watching light of joy spark in those deep green eyes. Eagerly, Heracles reached for the kitten.

"Thank you Woolly~" Heracles held the soft gray plush to his face in a childish snuggle.

An overly sweet scent filled his mind, clouding it. He was suddenly very, very sleepy. All he wanted to do was, close his heavy lids. His body already seemed to react to what his mind wanted. His eye lids closed and his reality went black.

Everything was black. It was as though he was asleep, but something was wrong. Sure, he was lying on his back but his arms were above his head. What was worse was the fact he could not move them. Oh, of course he could struggle but something was keeping them in place. And, if that wasn't enough, the Greek boy found he couldn't move his legs either.

Am I dead? He wondered. Surely death would be more peaceful and where was Thanatos? The God of Death surely would have been there to greet him and take him through his trials.

Something moved. Or rather, a sound brought the Greek to reality. A slight shift in movement beside him drew his attention to the fact he was not alone.

Heracles tried to talk. Tried to question his situation, but alas, something was in his mouth blocking any sounds to pass his lips.

"Eh-?" He cooed softly.

"Ah, Heracles," A dark silky male voice spoke into his ear, obviously the second body around him. "You are awake, at last." The man's lips and teeth closed around his earlobe. A sound followed, much to the young Greeks dismay, it came from his own lips.

What in Zeus' name was going on? Nothing made any sense.

A cold breeze brushed over his body, and was then followed by the teasing touch of a large hand on his upper chest. He was bare? Never had he been bare before anyone other than his mother or those hand maids, chosen by her keen judgment. Heracles shivered and let out a nervous whimper.

"H-help…" He pleaded. The words that came from his mouth, no they couldn't have been his. The voice was so soft, helpless his words should have been, 'Help, Sadiq' the young boy struggled against the bonds that held him.

What was going on? Why was he in the situation, where was Sadiq? Did he know about what was going on? Slowly, but surely he was returning back to his senses.

"You have a nice body," cooed the figure beside him. The voice was so familiar, where had Heracles heard it before? He could not put his finger on what seemed to elude him.

The figure's body shifted so its massive form was on top of the smaller boys. A sudden rush of fear tore through the boy as the assailants hand weaved through his hair. Fingers tangling themselves in the brunette locks as his head was guided up and met with the strong cool lips of the other. Damn, he was good at kissing. Whoever this attacker was slid his lips expertly over the less experienced boy's. A simple groan was coaxed from the young boys' lips.

Taking the Greek's bottom lip into his mouth between his teeth, he nibbled playfully sending blood surging hotly through his small body.

The man seemed pleased with his response for the actions intensified. His attacker's hand went from his chest to his stomach then rested just above, his groin.

The two separated, Heracles was panting. How could a kiss leave this adamant young teen panting for more? He was stronger than that, right? Apparently not, anger bubbled in his body. Who was this man holding him, anyway?

"W-who are you?" the headstrong young Greek boy demanded.

"Oh?" Said the other voice completely amused. Damn it! Thought the Greek, his attacker was enjoying his ignorance. "You don't know who I am?" Whatever had knocked him out must still have been messing his head.

The voice was so familiar. "Perhaps we should shed some light on your predicament," The hand on his body was removed. The blindfold over his eyes loosened and then was pulled away from his face. A soft breeze brushed against his newly uncovered eyes. The Greek opened his eyes and was blinded for a moment.

"S-Sadiq?" his voice cracked in both confusion and fear. Everything made sense, now.

Sadiq had drugged him! That's what the sweet scent was in the plush! "G-GET OFF OF ME!" the Greek boy demanded. Rather than complying with the Greek's wishes the Turkish man just placed his lips a top the others. As if to devour any farther protests.

Heracles struggled against the strength of the older man. 'No. Stop. Get off me! I-I'm a guy too… Th-this cannot work… I'm a guy too!' He screamed in his head. The heat of the kiss began to go to his head as his mind slowly clouded again, a white hazy fog rid him of any thought other than the strong firm lips working against him.

The Turk pulled back a moment, the Greek lay beneath him in a silent daze, but once he regained his conscious sense of reality he began to protest. Though his voice trailed off into a moan as a hand wrapped itself around his exposed manhood.

"Egah! Wh-what are you do-doing! AH~ S-Stop, do-don't touch there…" The young Greek could not even recognize his own voice. It was a mix of terror and ecstasy. His groans of pleasure could not be stopped, and seemed to encourage the perverted old Man above him to do more. "S-S-SA-AHHH~! S-stop p-please"

"Don'tcha mean 'Sadiq, please give me more?' Yer moans seem to say yeh want it."

The Greek wanted to answer, yearned to deny the man. But he was right, the Greek wanted more. This was so wrong. No one was supposed to touch him there, in fact the young Greek boy and never touched himself erotically ever before. Everything was new, pleasurable and frightening. The Turk's large hand completely covered the twelve year olds length. He yelled in pleasure as the pad of the thumb ran over the exposed tip. Heracles' whole body lit on fire then.

"A-AH!" He groaned out, his body involuntarily bucking into the Turk's hand.

"Lookie there, even yer body knows yeh wan' it."

What happened next confused the young boy. Something bubbled with in him. It was almost pleasure but- It was hard to describe. The only thing that came to his mind was 'Funny feeling'. Heracles felt almost as though he was going to urinate, right there in the Turk's hand.

"S-stop… I-I have to go to the bathroom…"

"Then go."

"Wh-Wh-Ah~" His eyes widened at the Turk's absurd suggestion; go to the bathroom right there? No. he couldn't. It wasn't right. What was this man getting at! "J-just stop a-and let me go…" he pleaded again. Another cry of pleasure emanated from his mouth. Damn him. If ole' Woolly face did not cease his actions soon he was going to go.

S-Sadi- AH~" He couldn't even get out his last plea for a cease of the action when his body peaked. He cried out as he felt himself crest over and release.

The embarrassment of what had just happened forbade him from opening his eyes. Tears leaked through his closed lashes. His shame flowed out of him through his tears. He sobbed, as a child would.

How could Sadiq do that to him? Through the burning of his tears the young Greek looked at Sadiq and was immediately repulsed and confused. The pale white liquid on his hand was not something familiar. He didn't comment he would not let the Turk hear his voice waver again…

"Mm~ now wasn't that fun," The Turk's voice dropped two octaves as he slowly leaned down towards him. Regrettably, the Greek did feel kind of good, thoroughly embarrassed but good. Admit to it? No, never going to happen. "Now, comes my favourite part… I'll make yeh feel even better, and I'll feel good too…" A dark smile crept across the Turks face. Something about set the Greek off, he did not like it at all.

Leaning down, Heracles' nervous emerald eyes followed the dark haired man as he moved towards him. Struggling against his bonds now, the Greek attempted to get away.

"Awe~ Don'cha worry… I'll be kind," something was hidden in the tone of the Turk's voice. It was terrifying and pleasant at the same time. The struggling slowed, but did not stop. The Turk's clothes began to fall from his body. The bare expanse of Sadiq's chest caused a blush to form across Heracles' cheeks.

Climbing over the panicking Greek's flailing body making sure to hold down his legs firmly but not hurt him in any way. Sadiq positioned himself between the young boys spread legs. Leaning down, he kissed the side of his bare naval.

Hera's eyes went wide, and he thrashed again, but to no avail. The Turk did not stop. He did the complete opposite. Opening his mouth, he nibbled down on the lighter skin. Shocks shot up from the nibbles. They sent shivers down his spine and warmth through his stomach. Opening his own mouth to cry out in discontent, instead he only gasped as the sharp teeth bit down again.

Slowly, but surely the pecks, nips and licks trailed upwards. Towards his face, though the perverted Turk took a detour and caught the young boys standing pink nipples.

Taking the sensitive flesh in his mouth, the Turk bit down, and closed his lips before rolling his tongue around the nipple. Though he did not pause here long the Greek let out a loud yelp of surprise that it felt good. Though it seemed as though all the Turks attention was turned on the nipple, truth was he had a darker intention.

Sliding a single arm around the Greeks waist he cut the bonds on his feet and turned him onto his stomach.

Rather than laying down on his back, the Greek was now positioned on all fours head and arms down while his pink, bare, youthful bottom was in the air. Heracles could not help but feel completely humiliated.

"W-What are you doing?" Heracles asked, voice shaking and no less panicked. His gaze turned back over his shoulder to look up at the scruffy onyx haired man above him.

"I wanna show yeh somet'in that will really git you goin'. Jus' yeh wait, "Sadiq responded a dark sparkle glistened from behind his mask as a finger ran down the Greek's spine. A soft sound came from the Turk above him. "I love yer dimples,

Heracles... And yeh mustn't ever show them to anyone else." Heracles did not respond he just cowered and waited for whatever torment the old Turkish pervert was planning.

It was not a long wait.

The Greek boy's eyes opened wide in utter shock and disgust as Sadiq's finger lightly rimmed his exposed hole. Though he began to struggle the Turk showed no intentions of stopping.

"D-don't touch there! It's dirty!" Heracles cried in despair.

"N'aw, don'tchu worry. I'ma take good care of yeh." with that the finger slid into the hole. "What was yeh complain' about? You want me, see how yer body just pulled me right in," Sadiq's finger slowly slide in and out of the small hole. Heracles' cries only seemed to urge him on.

"P-Please stop!" earned him another finger. "A-Ah! P-Please Sadiq!" made the Turk's finger slowly scissor in the opening. By then, the Greek's body was on fire, he was panting with need but his modest stubborn attitude refused to let him admit it.

"Yer jus' about ready..." Heracles heard movement behind him but paid no mind to it, considering all his thoughts centered on the two long fingers scissoring in his tight hole.

Moans began cascading from the pre-teens mouth. His cock began to heat up as it did before. Zeus on Olympus, what was going on with his body, was he actually enjoying this?

Slowly, the fingers slid from his body, and Heracles had a few moments to breathe, trying to regain his composure. Or so he thought.

"I'm gonna to put it in, Hera." something large pressed against his hole now. Paying no mind to the nickname he'd just been given, Heracles turned back to look and see what was going to be in him now.

"Sadiq! Wh-What are you doing?" straight terror coated his body now. The Greek broke out in a cold sweat. He now understood what that earlier noise had been. It was Sadiq removing his pants, and now his exposed cock was stiff and aiming to slide into the small hole. "That w-won't fit! Stop, Sadiq, Please!" Fresh tears started down the boys erupted from his tight entrance as the large Turk's manhood slid in. A scream ripped though him. Heracles threw his head back in white hot agony, he felt as though he was going to rip apart. Collapsing to the pillow, Heracles sobbed. He was completely helpless against the oncoming man.

The Turk pressed himself into the Greek until he was fully sheathed in the small twelve-year old. Heracles was positive his body was going to break in half at any moment.

After a moment, Sadiq began to rock his hips. Heracles was not expecting the sharp intense burst of something enjoyable. As Sadiq rocked his hips, his cock; buried deep inside the Greek, pounded against something sending sparks of pleasure to the young Greek boys mind. The sudden burst of pleasure only just covered the agony of his violated body opening itself to accommodate the large Turkish man.

As Sadiq moved Heracles could feel his own body igniting. His struggles against the bonds holding his arms began to slow until he just stopped struggling completely. The sounds erupting from his mouth would have embarrassed him, had he been able to pay attention to anything other than the large man embedded within his body. Grabbing the only thing he could, the Greek gritted his teeth as he found himself enjoying the mixture of pain and pleasure he experienced.

"See, ya like it," groaned out the twisted Turk. "Jus' listen the yer moans."
Heracles didn't want to listen to the lewd noises escaping his lips, nor did he want to hear the truth in Sadiq's words even if they did ring true. Heracles had no intention of admitting to anything of the sort.

Heracles winced, and felt his body clench around the intruder in a heightened spasm. The Turk pulled himself out of the Greek, Heracles could only hope with all his heart his cruel torment was done, but Sadiq just loved crushing hopes and dreams. Thrusting roughly back into the young boy with a hard violent thrust.

The mere minutes seemed to pass as though they were hours for Heracles. Each agonizingly pleasurable second passed at an almost gruelling pace.

The pressure that had peaked before began building again in him.

"A-Ah!" Heracles cried softly. Each thrust sent another wave of pleasure up his back and straight down to his groin. Each shock grew, growing larger until he rocked in a heated release beneath his tormentor.

"Hnng~ Hera-" The Turk groaned. The two found their deep, raspy breaths began to match and heightened. "I-I'm coming!" Sadiq exclaimed his breathing quickened, his tone jumped a few octaves as he too found himself reaching over the peak, releasing his seed into the violated Greek.

Heracles' eyes went to saucers as the hot burst flooded him. He yelped in surprise, not knowing what else he could do. The young brunette fell thoroughly exhausted. Sadiq wasn't far behind, laying down a top the smaller boy still savouring the waves of pleasure that crashed over his body.

The feeling of lips on his neck roused the Greek from his memory. His emerald eyes glanced around the room. He was back in the "pillow room" or Sadiq's living room, pressed against the wall, the Turkish man trapping him. Hera's gaze dropped to the floor and the memory of his first time faded away, back into the farthest reaches of his mind; where it belonged.

The older Greek just stopped struggling. He didn't make a single sound of enjoyment either. Sadiq would loose interest to that, or he would pass out because the alcohol finally got to him.

What happened next did not surprise Heracles one bit. Sadiq pulled back from his neck and gazed into Hera's eyes sizing him up. Mentally trying to figure out what was going on through his head, and when he couldn't figure it out he released him. Although, as he turned away; the alcohol floored him and he promptly fell backwards against Heracles with; WHUMP. The numb Greek, caught the passed out Turk and awkwardly carry-dragged his sorry butt to a large pile of pillows, and dropped him.

The green gaze looked over the Turk passed out, snoring slightly and already drooling. Both amusement and distain arose within him. Shaking his head, Heracles made for the front door. He would leave him to sleep off his drunken stupor alone as he had probably done many times.

No. Hera's conscience got the better of him. Might as well make sure he is going to be alright. Besides, he thought, I can always raid his stash of Turkish delights. I do enjoy them~ leaving the living room, Heracles went off to the kitchen to await the Turk to awake.

[[Wow, this took forever to write. I do hope you enjoy it.

Alright, I will update this as soon as I can. But depending on my writer's block and what will depend on how long it will take.

The Next Chapter will be from Sadiq's PoV!

Thank you for reading!]]