doesn't see why he doesn't put on his old clothes and parade around like he owns the place-surely that would be 'living in the past', right?

snorts. There are specific days for that and he'd probably get arrested....

looks at him, amused. If Turkey wants, he can help recreate the Ottoman days. He was there, after all, and clearly it was getting_

to the Turk.

how he could help? Bl

, providing it's only for a small length of time, will dress as he did when he was under Turkey's care and pretend to be living in the_

past, and arrange Turkey's surroundings to as it was back then.

's brows raise at that, a little bewildered by the fact that he was offering to do so much. He stops to thin about it for a few seconds

liking the idea but not wanting to go over board. However, another thought crossed his mind that made him frown at the idea. It would be

like playing dress up and that was not what he had wanted at all...."I guess...."

frowns. 'You guess? Here I am, volunteering to help in the most oddest way possible and all you can say is you 'guess'?'

rolls is eyes at that. "Okay, fine....lets do it. It's just weird you would volunteer to help. That's all."

folds his arms, awkward. 'Well..just be grateful I'm in a good mood. And that I still have my old clothes - I was going to throw them away!'

finds that odd too...that Heracles still has his clothes from that far back. "I'll try to re-arrange things as best as I can considering

this is not the palace and you can go get your clothes." He says as he gets to work, determined.

hides a smile, finding the Turk's determination almost endearing. He heads back home and gets his old clothes on. He then calls Turkey up.

had been in the middle of getting dressed when he hears the phone ring. He stumbles around eventually finding it and answering

it. "Hello?" He says a little breathlessly.

'How long is this game going to last?' He asks, trying to get his shoes on which was hard considering he's gone up half a size. 'because_

I don't know whether I need pyjamas or if you kept some and left them in the spare bedroom.'

managed to slip on his shoes before heading to the his closet where he had placed the Greeks pyjamas, the ones he left here. "Honestly, I

have no idea either but you still have clothes here so if it does drag out that long you don't have to worry." He said as he balanced the

phone on his shoulder and ear as he pulled on his gloves. "Anything else?"

looks around, feeling a little uneasy now that he was looking at himself in the mirror. 'No, I guess not. I'll be over soon.' He hangs up_

and makes his way back to Turkey's.

had finished getting ready ad was sitting in an array of pillows smoking nefes as he tries to relax himself because this was still odd that

they were doing this.

just hopes Turkey doesn't laugh at him... He opens the door and steps in, wearing all of the traditional clothing Turkey gave him when_

he lived with him. 'Here I am...' He says, cheeks flushing as he walks over to the pillows. He is quite impressed at what Turkey has done-_

it looks almost exactly like before, and Turkey looked in his element.

spreads his legs and taps the space between them as if telling him to sit there and lean against him. He takes in the sight of the Greek

still liking the way the clothes clung on him before inhaling deeply and expelling the smoke.

, trying to get into 'character', gradually gets down and crawls between Turkey's legs. He shuffles a bit but finally leans back against_

his chest. His head pushes back so he can look up at the Turk, wondering if he'll be allowed the pipe at one point. ((What title would_

Greece use for Turkey?))

(( He could just call him Sadik or never refer to him by name at all and just talk as if he has no name? Your decision. : ) ))

glances down and passes him the pipe taking in the situation still. It was oddly nice.

((Hmmm, how about 'Sir' normally, and then use 'Sadik' if he's angry or feeling particularly....affectionate? ))

(( Sure, that works. xD ))

((^^))

inhales, but seeing as he hasn't done this in a while he coughs a little. He still leans back, smiling. 'Sir,' He hums. 'tell me again,_

how big is your land now?' He winks up at him, figuring he can still enjoy this whilst they were role playing.

quirks a brow, not that it could be seen behind his mask, and chuckles lightly. "From Africa all the way to Europe nearly reaching the gates

of Vienna." He finally says. "And hopefully Vienna will soon succumb to my might." Unfortunately, he knew that wasn't actually going to

happen but it was fun to think there was a chance..again.

turns himself around and places a hand on Turkey's chest. 'Hmm, so much...But you still have time for me. You are good to me.' He smirks,_

knowing that's not exactly what he would have said before - but this was Turkey's thing so he'd adapt.

( Trying to seduce me? xD )

had not been expecting that reply and he frowns a bit staring at him for a few seconds before the corner of his lip quirked up. Well, the

two could play at that game. He gets up a bit so that he wasn't placing force against the Greeks hand trying to get him to fall back. "And

why wouldn't I have time for you?" He smirks leaning forward some more.

((when is seducing a Turk NOT on my Greeks mind? ))

(( Hahaha, fair enough. ))

's smirk falters a little, as he was half expecting him to scowl and say he wasn't playing the part right. He shifts back a little but_

keeps eye contact. 'Well you have so much to run, I'm surprised you have time put aside for only me. You must really like_

what I have to offer you...' He deliberately bites his bottom lip and draws a finger down his sleeve.

's gaze remains on the Greeks lips before following the finger down his sleeve. This was really not how they were at all...perhaps what he

would have liked but not what it had been. "That could be it." He murmurs as he gently pushes the other onto his back, the pillows framing

him nicely. "I have yet to taste what you have to offer." He smirks.

's heart beats faster than it did when he was last in battle, but just like he did then he keeps his calm and collected expression fixed_

on his face, and a small smile pokes through. He wriggles a little, unable to deny the comfort he was in. He lifts his hand up to gently_

stroke the mask on the Turk's face. 'Not many have. But if you were to ask to taste me, there wouldn't be any way for me to refuse you.'

hums at that not minding that the other was touching his mask. "Op beni, Heracles." He breathes out huskily.

's heart skips a beat, and he's unsure if he heard right or if maybe his Turkish was failing him. But he knows what he heard. His hand_

slides past the mask and curves around the back of Sadik's neck. He licks his lips a little shyly but then brings his lips to meet Sadik's_

kissing him softly.

waits for a reaction as he watches those lips attentively. When he feels them against his own he kisses back wrapping an arm around the

Greeks waist and pulling him closer to him, his lips tingling.

arches his back into him, and tangles his fingers in Sadik's hair. Suddenly feeling brave after feeling the Turk responding, he runs his_

tongue along the other's bottom lip and softly urges his lips apart so he can truly taste him. It was surreal doing such a thing when he_

had spent so many years forcing such feelings away, often resulting in violent and aggressive outbursts.

opens his lips at the others urging letting his tongue enter and explore the crevices of the Greeks mouth. He pushes forward into him trying

to press himself tight against the other. Holding him just as clsoe.

a small moan of appreciation and presses himself up against him. He's heating up but it only serves to excite him more and he uses his_

free hand to shove away the Turk's upper body clothes until he hits his smooth skin.

presses his chest against the heated hand as he pulls back to shrug the heavy material from his shoulders so it was draping on his waist

before leaning back in and capturing the Geeks lips roughly against his own as he lets out a small growl. He pushes Heracles legs a part to

give himself better access as he gives an experimental thrust forward.

's hands roam his bare back and he gasps a little when he feels his legs part. He tries to see what Sadik is going to do but isn't_

expecting the thrust so he swears loudly as he tenses and bucks up. He finds himself grinding into him, feeling the other and pressing into_

their feel-good spots all the while he grips Turkey's hair tightly repeatedly.

smirks at the reaction as he moves his lips to the others neck as he kisses along it letting out a groan of pleasure at Heracles

grinding. He stops to nip at one spot sucking on it lightly before pulling away at the vice grip the Greek had on his hair. "Are you trying

to rip out my hair?" He murmurs huskily against the others skin before letting his tongue running along it teasingly as he pushes his hips

down hard against Heracles.

pleased he isn't the only one getting worked up and his wide eyes flash as he stares at the Turk. 'I don't know...' He breathes heavily,_

'We've never done this before. Maybe it's my gasp instinctive Greek reaction.' He groans loudly as he is ground into the pillow-bed_

beneath him. 'Damn you for making my clothes so tight...' He wouldn't admit it, but the tightness in his crotch area was only getting_

delightfully worse the more the Turk worked on him.

pulls back with a gasp as he gazes down at him completely aroused and enjoying the way the Greek look under him. He could clearly see

Hearcles' erection through his pants and he couldn't help the smirk that made its way across his lips. "I can fix that if you want." He says

with a quirk of his brow as he grabs the others hips pressing them down and leaning down to blow over the others member.

'You'd better,' He growls, before releasing a shivered gasp and begins fighting against the hands on his hips so he can get closer to the_

other's blowing lips. 'Y-you started it.' He finishes. His now-sweaty hands struggled as they tried pull at his own pants to_

release himself which was even harder seeing as he kept getting distracted by the Turk's actions.

loops his fingers in the others pants and begins to pull them down stopping when at the Greeks second comment. "I started it? That's

interesting." He smirked before his attention went back to pulling the pants down and finally releasing the Greeks aching member.

squeezes his eyes shut as he feels his restrictions being pulled away. He lets out yet another gasp, one of relief, and pushes himself_

up onto his elbows. He suddenly feels very naked, and not just physically. He flushes and slides his legs together. He's pretty sure Turkey_

never seen him act like this before, and he was self concious, with Turkey being the only one who's opinion really got to him. 'You always_

start everything.' He says, using his own legs to shimmy the Turk's pants downwards. ((PP?))

(( I'll start it ))