Sorry this took so long! I gave up on it a while back, but it's finally finished! Pure PWP, you've been warned ;)

5b: Echo and Narcissus, with a happier ending

Heracles' skillful hands found their way to Sadiq's briefs, stroking slowly with sinful promise. His fingers dug inside the confines of the other man's briefs, tugging gently at the fabric. Sadiq arched off the bed, allowing Heracles to pull off and toss aside the offending clothes.

Heracles began to stroke him in earnest now, and Sadiq was unwittingly reminded of the last time he'd felt those hands like this, in such an intimate place. He'd been aroused then, but now, with Heracles' proposition hanging in the air, he felt as if he was about to burst from the overstimulation. Then those hands were gone, and Sadiq groaned from the loss. Heracles bent down to retrieve the omnipresent bottle of lube from his pant pocket, a small smirk playing on his face at Sadiq's unsuppressed urgency.

The Greek squeezed a small amount onto his palm, before reaching back and preparing himself. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sadiq thought that he should be the one doing that, his fingers mapping their way inside Heracles, flexing and curling until the other man mewled with pleasure. But the sight before him was too much to take, too much to leave his brain functional enough to process anything beyond the demand for now now NOW dammit!

Heracles' slick palm stroked him with quick, hard tugs. Apparently Sadiq wasn't the only one who was about to explode from frustration and want. The Greek shifted forward until he was straddling the other man. He bit down on his bottom lip as he looked down at the impatient Turk, the only sign betraying his nervousness. Then he was all confidence again, his grip firm on Sadiq's cock as he guided it to his entrance. One hard push—two—and Heracles had impaled himself on Sadiq's cock, the overwhelming sensation pulling gasps from them both.

Sadiq's back was against the wall, Heracles squirming slightly in his lap. His hands found purchase on Heracles' hips, squeezing until Sadiq was sure they hurt, but beyond caring now.

"Give…give me a minute…. It's been a while." Heracles winced, and Sadiq felt a moment of guilt.

12 years, Heracles had told him. It'd been 12 years since the Greek had last opened himself in this way, since he'd felt a man's hot cock beating a path through him, pounding him until he was lost. Damn, Heracles thought to himself as he adjusted to Sadiq's girth, it'd been too damn long.

As Heracles felt the initial burn fade to a light tingling, he began to tentatively rotate his hips, testing the waters. Sadiq moaned from the small movements, every shift and jerk sending tremors through his body. His grip on Heracles' hips didn't loosen, but he didn't force it; like every time that they'd met like this, he allowed Heracles to set the rhythm. It was a small submission, a small renouncement of control, and one that he'd never regretted.

Heracles began to move in earnest, his movements practiced as he slid up and down on Sadiq's cock, his hips gyrating with centuries of experience and technique. He wound his arms around Sadiq's shoulders. His eyes never left the older man's, and Sadiq found himself as if hypnotized by the fire he saw there. He never wanted to look away—wanted to brand that image in his head forever: Heracles, face drawn with concentration, passion burning all through him.

Sadiq thought he should be doing something. Something important. But he was already pushing the limit of his control, and a man just isn't wired to use his cock and brain simultaneously. Then Heracles' soft moans broke through the fog of arousal building in his brain, and he remembered that he was supposed to be pleasuring the other man too, that he was supposed to be doing more than just seeking his own pleasure. He reached out a hand and began to jerk Heracles roughly, not having the presence of mind to match his strokes to Heracles' thrusts. But the Greek batted his hands away, his eyes still burning into Sadiq.

"Don't want to come…not yet. Want to watch you come, come hard inside me." Heracles' words sent a shiver through Sadiq, and he swore he was already halfway there.

He wanted to claim Heracles, to mark him as his until no one else dared to touch the Greek. The sudden surge of possessiveness lent him a new strength; he pushed Heracles down and climbed on top of the Greek, thrusting hard inside him. Heracles keened under him, but for once in his life, he didn't fight Sadiq, didn't mind his obsessive need to be in control. Instead, he wrapped his legs around the Turk's waist and squeezed his legs together until Sadiq relented and bent down to drop his face next to Heracles'. They kissed sloppily, tongues tracing over jaw lines and teeth nibbling flesh. Heracles kissed Sadiq's rough chin, rubbed his cheek against the other man's stubble.

"That's it, like that…. Don't stop, ah, fuccckk…." Heracles guided him gently, flexing his inner muscles in tune with Sadiq's thrusts.

But Sadiq didn't need guidance. He felt like he was on sturdier ground now because this was kind of like fucking a woman, except it wasn't. Kind of like fucking a woman, except it was all hard muscles and angular planes and rough teeth and clashing tongues. He loved every moment of it.

Heracles gave Sadiq one last squeeze with his legs, before lifting them back and onto Sadiq's shoulders. The position left the younger man bent nearly in half, and Sadiq marveled for a moment at his flexibility. The change in position allowed Sadiq to pound into him harder, impossibly deeper, and Heracles moaned in appreciation as each other thrust rubbed against that spot inside him that sent up sparks behind his eyelids.

Sadiq felt his climax building inside him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing, trying to stave it off. Not yet. Not yet, not when it took them so fucking long to get to this point. It wasn't enough yet, though he suspected it would never be enough. His thrusts slowed down, and Heracles whined quietly in protest. Sadiq was extremely grateful for all the times that he'd done this with women, all the times that he'd held back on his release—because dammit, Heracles had stamina…

"Wait…let me…" Heracles gave him a gentle push, and Sadiq yielded. The Greek gracefully guided them until Sadiq was lying on his back, with Heracles on top, Sadiq' cock never once leaving him. Then Heracles was riding again, except this time, Sadiq didn't even try to hold himself in a sitting up position, didn't even try to hold onto Heracles' hips in a vain illusion of control. He threw his head back against the sheets and moaned with abandon.

In one moment of clarity, he grabbed Heracles' cock and squeezed, jerking it with no finesse as he felt himself on the edge of no return. And then he was coming, long and hard and it felt so damn intense that it fucking hurt, but he didn't care, didn't fucking care at all, because Heracles was still going and he was fucking going to die if he didn't stop—

Sadiq thought he might've blacked out for a second, but the first thing he noticed when he came back down to earth were the dying notes of his own cries as he fell limply against the sheets. His chest heaved like he was gasping for breath, and the next thing he noticed was that Heracles had stopped, but his hand was on his own cock and stroking hard. Sadiq's hand joined his, and a few tugs later, Heracles was crying out his own release as he fell on top of Sadiq. The Turk's cock left him with an obscene pop, and then they were simply lying together, panting and gasping for breath.

They laid there wordlessly for a long time, coming down from their respective highs. Sadiq had always figured Heracles to be the cuddling type, the type who clings and nuzzles and silently begs for attention. But the Greek man was nothing of the sort; he fell onto the sheets, lying on his stomach, and promptly fell asleep without a word. Somehow, irrationally, Sadiq felt cheated of something. It unnerved him because this was the first time after a fantastic fuck that he'd ever felt needy for something else.

Then Heracles moved his arm, looking for Sadiq's hand, and curled their fingers together. Sadiq was alarmed at how much he wanted to fall into a huge, goofy grin, how much he wanted to giggle like a little schoolgirl on her first date. He ought to have felt disgusted with himself, ought to have tried to mentally slap himself. Instead he felt himself soften when Heracles' fingers began lightly stroking his. He let a small, affectionate grin escape; it would be his only surrender, for now.

"You know…I still…don't like you very much."

Sadiq laughed easily, and squeezed Heracles' hand back. "I'm not gonna be serenading ya anytime soon either, ya jerk."

Anytime soon, anyway.

It was going to be one hell of an uphill battle, Sadiq knew. 400 years of conflict and mistrust wouldn't easily vanish, not even with a decade of pining crushes and confused affection. But whereas that sense of attachment that he'd felt before for the Greek had been wholly unwelcome, now Sadiq felt as if he had a chance. A chance to fix things, and a chance for that sense of attachment to maybe grow into something more, if he was lucky.

A sinful smirk crossed Heracles' face, and suddenly he didn't look at all sleepy anymore. He shifted closer to Sadiq, until he was straddling him again, and pressed a trail of chaste kisses from his stomach to his jaw. His innocuous affections seemed completely at odds with the fierce, predatory look that had settled in his eyes, and suddenly Sadiq wondered if he should be scared. Very, very scared.

"Wha-What're ya doin'?"

"You didn't think we were finished…did you?" Sadiq looked like a deer in the headlights, and Heracles couldn't help but feel an intense mix of lust and fondness and smug, smug triumph. "It's my turn now."

End!

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