The Arrangement [Sadik and Feli]

[Feliciano Vargas]

Words: 1006

Tags: Sadık Adnan

Notes: I...I don't even know what this is any more... I hope you enjoy the novel....

Now this was the life.

Feliciano yawned and stretched, feeling completely content for the first time in a long time. And why shouldn’t he be content? His belly was full, his body was warm and he was surrounded by beauty. He let his arms fall back against bed, sinking even deeper into the plush down comforter, it was like lying on a cloud and Feliciano let a small sigh of contentment as he lazily surveyed his surroundings. This was not his first visit to this particular place, but with every pass, Feli found something new to appreciate. It was hard to believe he was still in London, the little Italian mused as his eyes focused on a rather beautiful piece of Arabic calligraphy. The room was filled with such treasures, from the geometric mosaics, to the gorgeous Turkish rug that sprawled across the floor. No matter how bad a mood Feliciano was in when he arrived, this room never failed to put a smile on his face.

But perhaps it was less the room itself, but rather the owner. Sadik Adnan was certainly a hard man to stay upset around, as Feli had learned not more than four months ago. That day had been terrible, almost from the moment he’d woken up. First had been another threatening note from his landlord, then came an argument with his brother. To make matters worse, Luddi had texted him and canceled his table at the Bunker, meaning it was likely going to be another month before Feliciano was going to see his best friend. Feeling dejected, Feliciano had decided to go to his favorite café to pick up his spirits… only to find it packed. Any other time, he would have just shrugged it off and gone to find another place to relax, but that day had just been so terrible and this was just the last straw. Feliciano had just stood in the door, fighting tears and just trying to gather the courage to trudge back to his flat and burrow under the covers until his shift. But then came along came Sadik, armed with a roguish grin and a free chair.

What followed was easily the strangest hour of Feliciano Vargas’ life. Feliciano had certainly met some interesting people in his life, but he’d never quite met anyone like Sadik Adnan. He certainly loved to talk and they quickly bonded over their love of food and their hatred of British winters. But what amazed Feli was how little Sadik seemed to care about what he said—nothing seemed taboo to the man. He switched from food to politics to sex in an almost seamless fashion, gesturing emphatically through it all with surprising grace, considering his size. And just like that, Feliciano was hooked. They met often for drinks and debated the best dishes, Feliciano had brought the man to the Bunker and treated him to the finest mixed drinks on his menu, they went out and drank and danced, and before Feliciano even realized it, Sadik had become a regular part of his life.

Looking back, the Italian couldn’t quite place when the shift took place. One day they were simply friends, trying to one up each other’s cooking and competing over beautiful faces. And then the next… Feliciano frowned slightly at the thought, no longer seeing the beautiful artwork. Not that he didn’t like their situation, because he really really did—he just wasn’t sure what to call it. Despite his penchant for flirting with any beauty that crossed his path, Feli was not used to casual flings. Sure, he’d had the occasional one night stand, but he’d never repeated the experience with someone unless they were in a relationship.

And that was the complicated part… because Feliciano didn’t want to date Sadik, couldn’t afford to date anyone, really. And Sadik… Sadik had been very clear on his stance regarding relationships from the very beginning. So they were friends then… but if so, how long could they continue their arrangement? How long can one show up at a friend’s door, craving the warmth of another person and companionship before it’s no longer friendship? What happens then? Feliciano groaned and ran a hand over eyes, his head throbbing from trying to figure out the answer. He fell back against the plush, over-sized mattress, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of this beautiful, impossible room.

What did it matter? He reasoned, smiling to himself. It wasn’t like the assassin to be so worried about the future. If nothing else, Feliciano’s life didn’t allow for much long term planning. Working for the Underground was hardly what one would call stable living. There was always a sizable chance that Feli wouldn’t walk away from his next job. Death or imprisonment were constant predators and, deep down, he knew it was only a matter of time before he was in their clutches. But for now, for this moment, he was alive, he was happy, he was safe, and he wasn’t alone. Well… technically he was, at that very minute, alone. Sadik must have slipped out when Feli had been napping. At first the Italian was perfectly fine with waiting—the room offered plenty of distractions. But now he was starting to get impatient and Sadik was no where in sight. Feli pouted, reluctant to leave the bed just yet, but determined to find out where the older man had disappeared. He looked back to his clothes with a sigh, figuring that if he was to go searching for Sadik, he should at least have pants on.

He’d just buttoned up and was casting about for his shirt when he heard the door behind him. “Ah, there you are, Sadik! I was wondering if you were ever coming back!” He wanted to turn around, to give Sadik his best stern face (he’d been studying Luddi’s for inspiration), but he couldn’t wipe the brilliant smile off his face.

No matter what this was called, it was nice not to be alone.

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[Sadık Adnan]

It was almost too often Sadik would pick up.. "Strays", as he called them. They were humans, of course, but you could easily compare them to the likes of a stray animal that might come across you in an alley. Lost, so confused, and having no place to go in the world. Those were far too easy to say a word or five to lift their spirits, make them smile again, open your arms to them and they would so blindly be led into the darkness of his own mind.

Of course, he didn't stick around for too long after that, strays were after all, only good for a night or a day, in the long run, they wore him out too much. He didn't like to make other's problems his own, no, it was the exact opposite. Mind your own business, and he would mind his, you wouldn't exactly want his burden on your shoulder, that was one thing that could be very much assumed about the Turkish man. A double-crossing life wasn't the easiest walk in the park, so to say.

But sometimes, strays tended to stay longer in his life than he had intended to, maybe they weren't so lost after all, they were just confused at the current situation of their lives, but having everything kept together otherwise.

One of those men were Feliciano Vargas.

What made him offer him a seat, take it upon him to talk, be friends with the man that could just as well be an enemy, it went past his better judgement, but he had been sitting there, spent more time, and more drinks, than he should have done that evening with someone that clearly should not be in his company. The man had been rather small, cute, seeming way too innocent for Sadik to mess with, and yet just because of all of that, the Turkish man had been sucked into his life, nestling his way into it like a leech, yearning for more from a man that was, judging by the looks, far too opposite of him than it was possible.

But Sadik had a curse, he couldn't just stay 'friends' with someone without at least sleeping with them once, maybe thrice, sometimes they even become some active sexual partners with each other too. But alas, he always made sure to let them know before they started something; this was not on a personal level, they didn't "make love", it was nothing romantic about what they were doing, even if he pampered his lovers with gifts, whispers of sweet words, he didn't love them. And neither did he love Feli, it was merely an attraction of a nice mind and a great body, friend-wise. Friends with benefits, fuckbuddies, whatever one wanted to call it. He couldn't get himself to love anyone, it was far too dangerous to get emotionally attached to someone, you became weak, and someone to use against you.

Yet their visits were common, and he knew he had an Italian in his bed. The night had been too short for his liking, the rounds of sex and thee different combinations of kinks to play out on his big bed with the soft silk sheets. He had other lovers who had visited as well, but never at the same time, he made sure of that, things could get too complicated, and you never knew which one that withheld their real emotions for him.

He had been on one of his missions, someone needed something, of course, but one of his workers had fucked it up, completely. It was unforgivable, and he knew what he had to do. The issue itself had been taken care of, he had some people who worked for him who were indeed loyal, and would do anything to please him. But to have him begging by his feet, asking for forgiveness, it did him nothing.

After all, he just took in strays.

No family, no friends, in the register he had already been dead for two years, so when the gun had been fired, he had just helped the country take care of another stray that had gone lost, and yet the rain washed away the remains of the blood that had been splattered on the street.

"Dump the body in the ocean."

And then he turned around to walk away, he had after all someone who was waiting for him.

So when he reached his home, wet, but not too caring about that small matter, and his feet steered him to his own room. He had expected Feli to complain about his absence this morning, ho he had not been there to continue from where they had left off to sleep in the night, but to see him there, standing with a smile instead, made him almost forget about what he had just done to a man who had just had so much bad luck in life, at least that was over, for now.

"I'm sorry, did you miss me that much? I have just been gone for little over two hours." He purred, and walked up to him, not caring that he was wet and he might do the same to the smaller male, and lifted him up in a hug. "Is there any way I can make it up to you? Something kinky and breakfast in bed?" And when he put him down, his clothes had left a wetness all over his clothes, and the Turk smirked. "My bad, shall I help you get undressed and get into something more... Comfortable than those wet clothes?" Oh he loved this, that had been intentional as well, it was sometimes too easy, all of this, and yet it was a part of the charm. "Or would you rather want breakfast, and then... Something fun in the dining hall? perhaps my couch has been deemed interesting enough for you, sevimli kız?*"

*Cutie



OOC; @krimsor.kitsu ah sorry it took such a damn long time, but hey, better late than never??

[Feliciano Vargas]

Words: 624

Tags: Sadık Adnan

Notes: Feli snuck some angst in...

Feliciano had always been a being of touch. Caresses, hugs, kisses—anything to remind himself that he was not alone, that someone cared for him—even if only for that moment. It was so hard, here in this country, in this age, to find anyone who would grant him those brief moments of intimacy. All too often, his requests were begrudgingly granted, mocked, or just outright denied.

But not with Sadik. Sadik was all too eager to stroke, to caress, to kiss and he did so intuitively, almost as though he could see Feli’s need reflected in his amber eyes. And so when Saddi made his entrance, as sudden and exuberant as a cloudburst, and collected Feli into a tight hug, he couldn’t help but feel his heartbeat kick up a notch. He smiled, not minding the water. It was worth it to see Sadik’s curls plastered to his forehead, the dark strands framing those gorgeous olive colored eyes. His skin seemed to glisten, making his strong features all the more prominent. One day, Feli was going to have to capture those features, that crooked smile, on canvas. But for now, he was all too content to be wrapped in Sadik’s embrace and to hear his rough whisper suggesting tempting possibilities in his ear.

There was a brief moment of guilt, a second where reality set in. As fun as nights with Saddi were, it wasn’t truly where Feli wanted to be. He liked those mischievous eyes, but he didn’t love them. It wasn’t Sadik’s hugs that Feli ached for. His smile slipped for just a moment before his mind caught back up. It was okay that he didn’t love Sadik, Sadik had certainly made it clear that this wasn’t a romantic encounter, right from the beginning. And if it felt like a shallow recreation of the intimacy Feli really craved? Well, it was up to Feli to decide what he wanted out of their time together. Feli couldn’t help but laugh at himself—how foolish of him! He’d learned long ago not to attach meaning to the meaningless. He was with Sadik tonight because he wanted to be; because being with Sadik was fun. No point in pining over what he wished he had. Life (and especially his) was too short to waste on wishful thinking.

“Saddi doesn’t have to make it up to me!” He replied with playful kiss to Sadik’s jaw. “It must have been important to go out in this awful weather.” He looked down at his pants and laughed, sometimes Sadik was not particularly subtle in his intentions. “Ve... But if you didn’t like the pants, you could have just said so… Now we’re both going to catch a cold.” He laughed as he slid gracefully out of his damp pants. Sadik had always appreciated grace and so Feli made a point to give him just what he wanted. Now that his clothes had been dealt with, Feli began unbuttoning Sadik’s shirt, fingers just skimming over the exposed skin as he went. If this was just a game to the both of them, it might as well be a fun one. Once he peeled off the soaked shirt, Feli fetched a towel and looped it around Sadik’s head, tenderly trying those damp ringlets. “How about this… you relax and get dried off and I’ll make something delicious for you and we can…explore new ways to warm up, si?” He smiled up at him, a special smile ripe with possibilities. It’s not like he had anywhere he needed to be today and with the rain still pounding a steady rhythm outside, there was plenty of time for some indoor activities. There were certainly worse ways to spend a rainy day.

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