Hasan Hilic

@hasanxhilic

Brother | Uncle | Club Owner

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Bared teeth pinch and tug the skin of Hasan’s stubbled jaw and neck. His hands slip back around his hips, creeping up his torso and chest. A soft, displeased noise gurgles in the back of his throat when he pulls away to look at him, deep brown eyes glossy and warm. The leader searches his face, watching, no, waiting for signs of purposeful deception but watery blue don’t even flicker with anything close to it nor do his words draw together in discernable white lies. ‘I didn’t want to make your life complicated’ — the model’s honesty disarms his doubt and anger in own foul swoop, leaving inside of him a hollowness where his own honesty lies. Respect. Vincente rarely got it without manipulation or force. The people under his command were scared of him and scared of each other so he preyed on it to keep them in line; to keep them from turning against him. Everyone in his circle had ulterior motives — they wanted to impress him, gain his trust, prove that they were worthy to walk on the same ground as him. Some wanted his trust, others wanted his throne. But Hasan? It seemed that he didn’t want anything from him, except for maybe one impossibility that seemed to linger between them even still. Out of respect for him, not in spite of him, Hasan had kept his distance. Just like he’d asked him at the gala. The entirety of his face softens down back into himself, his eyes fond and warm on the man standing so close to him. “I don’t care if you’re busy,” The man whispers, guiding him back toward the door to cage him in. “— don’t care if Mateo is asleep in your bed right now.” Another whisper, this time with a hint of bitterness. “You’re mine.” It’s a statement, not a negotiation, said with enough possession that it bordered on scary.

“Tonight. Tomorrow night. The Next.” Vincente presses into him completely, feeling the man’s chest move as he breathes. He cups the side of his neck, kissing him hotly yet with enough softness to give Hasan room to protest. A smirk curls on his lips — under his fingers, he could feel the slight spike of his heart rate. “Got it, Príncipe?”

Honesty and serious an interesting combination with the younger male. Hasan to many was not known for his seriousness but he was however and honest man. Few people saw this side of him, Hasan being serious and mature. It was the truth, his words honest and deep. When he spoke it carried weight for sure. He never wanted to complicated Vincente, he wanted to truly give the other space. Plus, maybe on some level Hasan was so very scared of the conversation if he had picked up the phone. He did write messages that he never sent. He did not know what to say, he did not want to make it wrong at all. He was glad this man was standing in front of him, he came to his door and maybe too he wanted Vincente to come find him, to track him down or Hasan was being petty too. He was also known for that too.

Hearing the male speak caused a reaction inside the model and business man. His heart beat faster and faster. He stared into those eyes as he held the male's shirt and then the kiss made his mind go blank. It took just a second and his own body responded and he kissed the male back. Feelings and desire, showing he had missed the other. His kiss giving away that he had missed them. Hasan honestly really did not care if Vincente was his brother's boss, or his brother's boyfriend boyfriend. He just cared about this man and just saw him as someone who understood a part of him and half of his heart wanted him.

"Tan exigente," he whispered softly as he nodded his head. His hands finding the other's hands. "I will not be able to control myself," he spoke as he pulled the other in and also making sure the food was in before closing the door and kissing Vincente again.

mateo let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he looked at him over the rim of his glass. “i think jealous is a young man’s game,” he said. “i’m too old and too tired for that.” there was amusement in his voice, but something warmer underneath it. “besides, i like knowing there’s a side of you most people don’t get to see.” his gaze held hasan’s for a moment longer than necessary. “i consider that one of the perks.”

he took another sip before lowering the glass. “and confidence has nothing to do with it. i’ve seen what you can do when you put your mind to something.” the corner of his mouth lifted into a knowing smile. “that applies to a lot more than modeling.” his eyes wandered briefly over him before returning to his face. “you clean up pretty damn well.” he paused, leaning in just enough that his next words wouldn't carry far. “and when this is all over and we're somewhere with a little more privacy, maybe you can remind me of some of those other skills you're always so confident about.” his smile widened slightly. “i'm sure i'd remember.”

"You old and tired?" he spoke as he looked at the male up and down for a moment. There was a grin on his face as he moved in closer a bit. He still wanted to keep them at a low profile and so he moved back slightly after whispering in Mateo's ears. "You are not too old at all. Still young and like a spring chicken," he teased. A chuckle escaping his lips as he smiled. "So very true, I am glad you get to see that side of me handsome Deputy".

"You should see me more at events. This is nothing, am surprised I did not go all out because if I did. You might not be able to sleep tonight and you might have to video call me after the party," he teased with a grin on his face. Hasan was always confident and it shows in the way he dressed and carried himself for sure. "For sure and I will also make sure a certain someone don't forget and maybe this time when I remind them, they might lose their voice."

The world around them fades away — shuffling feet, rantings, the clink of champagne flutes, the clicks of camera shutters — when Hasan's broken, low voice comprehends in his nervous system. The chastising, disapproving gangster that he'd brought into the conversation melts away leaving Halil, the man, the brother and son, standing there with his little brother, hurting and confused, seeking comfort, against his chest like he'd done so often when they were boys. Metaphorically and literally, Hasan had been his shadow since he was old enough to toddle behind him. Mert would remind him constantly that he was learning from them all, especially him and Halil took it seriously. However, somewhere along the way, Halil realized that his shadow had become his younger brother's prison. That alone had been the deciding factor in his denial of the position Hasan currently held. Empathy stings him so harshly that he has to pull away, holding his brother at arms length by his jaw. Halil locks their eyes. "Benim canım, bak bana..." A loud, exaggerated breath sounds in the air between them, it's exhale long and deep. "— breathe. I'm not an enemy, you're not losing my presence nor my love. You're okay. All is well."

The older man thumbs over his jaw, letting his hands fall away in favour of continuing his assurances and challenges. "Even if you must choose between lovers or occupations, you will never have to choose between me and them, that is not what I meant. You have my support, you, not this relationship for now. I am merely worried for you, that is all — for your heart, your conscious, your future. I don't want you to be burdened with guilt or pain due to your rose-coloured decisions." He continues, the look on Hasan's face breaking his heart. "I understand your situation. I didn't mean to insinuate that you have a choice in who you fall for, my heart made up it's mind the moment that Levi and I met again." And then his challenge because it was the only way to get his brother to focus. "If you two are serious about one another, prove to me that this can work and I will invite them to our table. Until then, you take every precaution, you hear me? Until you're absolutely certain that this cop is in full support of the two sides of your life — the civilian entrepreneur and the crime family head — you keep your mind sharp, keep it low-key. And if they aren't, at the first sign of trouble, you come to me or amca or...contreras, and we will take care of it, understood? If you can promise me that, I will promise to do my best to remember that profession doesn't make a man...or woman?" He grins in question.

Hasan was really not used to this feeling, his chest was heavy and he almost felt like he could not breath. He never really ran away from serious emotions like most people, just stayed away from it. Was this what it felt like to be in love, to be conflicted and feel like one is being pulled in a million direction? The male thought to himself for a moment and he could not help the tears. Hasan did not want to cry, he did not want to breakdown in front of his big brother, the man he wanted to prove so much to. The man who he wanted their respect and praise.

He tried so hard to hold the tears and did not want to look at Halil but he finally did when his brother spoke and held his face. He sighed and looked into his brothers eyes. His own eyes reflecting the eyes of a scared young man who was confused and could not use humor or anything else to cover it at all. His breathing heavy, as he tried his best to take a breath, feeling the panic consume him, like a man lost at sea with powerful waves which wanted to drag him down and down.

He listened to his brother and nodded his head. "I can't...can't handle these feelings. How do I survive this and navigate this?" he asked honestly so lost and scared.

A barely-there smirk, annoyed, minutely frustrated, is hidden by the shake of his head as he pushes Hasan away weakly. “You’ve got a dirty mouth, Kılıç…” The leader puts enough distance between them that the younger man wouldn't be able to grab him again unless he took a couple of steps forward, allowing him to see it before it happened; to stop him from consuming him whole. A stretch of silence consumes them instead. Vincente doesn’t look at him for a long time, his gaze set forward on some type of canvas that was hidden well by the dark. When he speaks next, the leader still doesn’t look at him but his tone is almost detached like his whole body didn’t agree with his words. “I’m serious, Hasan. Whatever this was,” He motions between them with an open palm. “It can’t continue if you’re with him…” “We’ve been fucking for what? A couple of months at most? It’s a clean end to a string of mistakes for the both of us.” He watches him from the corner of his eye, crossing his arms over his chest now, a swallow bobbing his Adam's apple in his throat.

Fists ball in the crook of his elbows. “If I were someone else —” He sighs, shaking his head. “Nah, even then…” The man’s voice is quiet, more like a whispered truth than an outward admission. Not necessarily profound but something that signalled to his body, a loss that still shattered something deep inside of him. “I can’t go back to the person who prayed in the bathroom mirror while covering up bruises to be with someone like you. He might’ve loved you anyway, could’ve found a way to love Mateo too but I can’t. He’s the chief deputy, interacts with all the organizations that I’m wanted by on a regular basis. At the end of the day, no matter how he feels about you, he’s still a pig and I’m still me. Given the chance to take down the cartel, he would, leaving you in the middle to piece together that betrayal.”

He studied the face of one of the men that had his heart. Never in a million years did he think someone would have a part of his heart and he never planned this at all. Vin brought a side of him that no one else brought out and just like Mateo did so. Despite being pushed away, he moved closer. "It's true, you want your hands to be the only thing that touches mine. You want me to yourself, knowing that these lips only touches yours," he spoke unable to help that side of him from coming out.

Hasan unaware his body moving closer to the other. He still really did not know what to say at all, he was still a mess and trying his best to keep being mature. "So you think all of this was a mistake? I do not think so this was a mistake at all."

Hasan listened and he got closer, "I promise.....I will rather go down and keep you all safe..." he whispered as he placed a kiss on Vincente's lips. "Once again I am sorry I put you in this position..." he whispered softly before pulling back.

END

( closed / @hasanxhilic - end of may)

Memorial Day weekend dangles the true beginning of summer in front of the noses of school children and adults alike. At the witching hour on Saturday morning, the crisp air smells of early celebrations — charcoal, overdone sausages, freshly mown grass — and the ever-growing humidity brings out the strong, off-putting musty smell of warm concrete. The distant hum of A.C units accompany him as he walks from the backseat of his car toward the front double doors of an apartment building. Holding a plastic bag, still warm to the touch, he ducks up the familiar stairs and knocks roughly on the door. “You son of a bitch!” The man exclaims in Spanish as the door opens revealing Hasan, clothed, standing in his doorway looking hot. “Two weeks!” He starts, pushing the man gently aside, moving past him only to round on him in the foyer. “Two weeks of complete silence.” “I texted.” He hadn’t “I called.” He hadn’t done that either. “I went to your damn club, nice by the way — not my fucking thing — and despite your car being in the parking lot and your damn coat hanging on the back of your office chair, your bar staff said you weren’t in!” Vincente’s eyes are wild, wearing all the signs of a man truly and deeply affected yet hinting at another emotion that whirled around in his system like smoke.

“You’re a liar and an asshole. I think you’re trying to drive me crazy!” Another exclamation followed by another, the warm plastic bag being hoisted into the air. “I even brought you dinner in case you were living like a subway rat, waiting under some poor banker’s seat for scraps like most bachelors. I’m the leader of the Cartel — ‘El-whatever-the-fuck’ they’re calling me now and I’ve been reduced to a panicked mess and making house calls because some dipshit, who claims to love me, can’t pick up his phone and text me a lowly emoji once in awhile to let me know that he’s safe! Oh no, I have to come here like some errand boy because I was w-” Speech stills. Time slows. Dark eyes watch the prettiest blue he’d ever seen stare back at him. Does he remember to breathe? Not really. Was he thinking about shipments? Paper trails? Murder? No. The leader simply stands there, breathing hard in his space before backing him up against the front door. A couple of moments pass in closeness, their noses brush, he feels Hasan's warm breath on his lips; the bag is placed on the mat at the front door and he kisses him, hard and passionately, his hands snaking around the younger man’s waist.

Hasan was a man who was known for being petty, he was someone that would purposely ignore someone to get back at them but this time he was not being his normal petty self and he really wanted to keep his distance, he wanted to give Vincente space especially after their last conversation. This was unlike the model and club owner but he really cared about they so much that he was willing to be mature and think about someone, how they felt over himself. This was a side that Hasan always hid, he never showed to anyone and now he was showing it to the male.

Hasan was trying so hard to hold back, not to kiss Vincente as the male spoke and so when they kept going and at the end, they pulled him for a kiss. Their lips touched surprised the male, closing his eyes, He had missed them honestly. It took all his power not to answer the call, not to text back. Hasan returned the kiss with passion and desire. A kiss that said how badly he wanted to answer, he wanted to come find the male.

He kept making out with the male before slowly pulling away and looking into their eyes. "I wanted....I wanted to give you space and you a moment," he whispered softly as he ran his hands through the male's hair and did not take their eyes off them. "No quería complicarte las cosas," Hasan added as his other hands moved to place on their hand which was still snaking around his waist.

Vincente watches as their hands are tangled, relaxes his fingers around Hasan's, his dark eyes watching him over his shoulder. "It didn't make anything complicated, Hasan. It helped me see clearly where I wasn't before. You've been truthful with me so let me return the favour — I don't care about you, your family, and whatever else you assumed I cared about. You were a warm mouth, thank you for that, really. But I'd rather my hand than sharing a mouth with a pig. Could've been hot if not for that." Vincente brushes his nose against the knot of his jaw after moving in close, nipping the skin just below it.

He kisses him then, softly and passionately all at once. Maybe for the sake of Hasan's heart, maybe for the sake of his own. Perhaps it was a parting gift, perhaps it was a tactic to get him to choose him or maybe, for only a second, Vincente wanted to be human again. "I hope that every time you're on your knees for him, the only thing you can think about is how your every breath belongs to me." The leader's lips curl in the shadow of his neck as he curses him, his arms sneaking underneath the hem of his soft shirt. Goosebumps formed there, dancing along his spine like braille for his soul. He traces them, gets lost in the stories the knots of his spine tell him and then — "I could've killed you that day, let you bleed out on the cold concrete, I probably should've but I didn't — wasn't because you were honest, pretty boy, it was because I knew who you were the moment I saw you." The leader pulls him close, the hard lines of their bodies melting together. "— guess it's just in our blood, huh? too bad we weren't lucky enough to follow through." Vincente pulls away, meeting their gazes, void of his earlier vulnerable and nurturing nature. "Speaking of, if Levi finds out about me, I'll kill you. If any harm comes to my kids, I'll do worse. Are we clear? Let Halil and Levi believe that the contract they just signed was meant for only them, heir to heir."

For some reason Hasan did not believe the male's words. In a way they had both been honest and also liars as well. Lying about their feeling, the relationship between them. Hasan knew he cared so much more than he would like to admit, just like Vincente cared despite his words saying otherwise. Their actions right now was providing that the words that was coming out of his mouth so wrong even if he did believe the words of the male, he would not have mind being just another warm mouth. He was still trying to understand how a man, how two men could make him like this. Make him come undo. He did not hate it but it was all so new and confusing on it's own but even more confusing and complex with him being the head of his family, Vin being the head of his own gang and also the other person who made him this weak was a deputy. Their natural enemy.

It would not be surprising that Hasan would have fallen for an enemy, after all Hasan had always liked to be different, face complex situation but this time he had no choice. He did not choose to fall. He wanted Vincente closer, the male's touch and their lips on his skin. Hasan let out a breath they they pulled away after the kiss. When Vince kissed him Hasan kissed back with passion and desire. His kiss secretly and whispering that he knew the male's words were a lie but he was not able to say it yet, he could not say it yet.

He listened to the male and was silent, wanting Vincente to speak first. Say everything they wanted and needed to say. Hasan had many sides to him, there was one particular side that came out in this moment. "Will it turn on you on if I got down on my knees right now Vincente, let my lips taste you and worship you. Those dangerous eyes of yours look down into mine as I take you into my lips?" he spoke voice deep but yet soft. "Your lips marking mine and my body?" he added right before the other pulled away.

Hasan grabbed Vincente's hand and pulled the male towards him and look deep into their eyes. "You had my word and I will not spill a word Vince," he whispered before kissing the male again deeply with desire and passion.

#c:vincente #sorry for the long stuff lol

mateo let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he took a sip of his whiskey. “if they think that, i’m not about to correct them.” his eyes stayed on hasan, warm and amused, taking in the familiar confidence that had first caught his attention months ago. there was something almost surreal about standing in a crowded room and speaking like this, as though what existed between them was still a secret hidden in plain sight.

“and for the record,” he said, stepping a fraction closer so only hasan could hear him, “i’m well aware of what you can do when you set your mind to something.” the corner of his mouth lifted into a knowing smile. his hand brushed lightly against hasan’s arm, brief but deliberate. “but i appreciate the compliment.” his gaze held his for a moment longer before softening. “you clean up pretty well yourself.”

"Really? You know most people would get totally jealous or do you like the fact that you have seen the real me and know the real me but no one else does. Having some secret information that no one else does Mr. Deputy?" he replied with a devilish grin and smile on his face as he looked into Mateo's eyes. Still playing his game, keeping things down low between them. How they were in public was a conversation they had really not had at all.

Hasan smiled and his eyes did lit up, he noticed the male's hand brush lightly against his own. He so wished that things indeed were not complicated but they were for sure. "Someone has so much confidence and faith in a certain handsome model. Well, that same model does have the same confidence in a certain deputy too," he added with a chuckle. "Thanks, got to put my modeling skills to good use."

The lights of the art storehouse are dim. Darkness curls its boney fingers around wall shelves and sheet-covered sculptures. Music and chatter are distant enough not to bother him; the room is mostly silent except for his breath and his private security shifting from foot-to-foot in forty-five second intervals. Vincente's dark eyes are cast forward, one arm draped over the back of a concrete bench, his other picking at the muffin his security had brought him when his blood sugar had dipped. Shuffling changes pattern, another accompanies it. His foot fall isn't his normal saunter, it's cautious, slow, almost deprecative on approach. Good, he thinks to himself, serves him right. His awknowledgment doesn't come, even when his body casts shadows over his lap from the right. But here in the cold storehouse, that shadow wouldn't eventually melt into his own like it normally did. Hasan speaks to games and rewards and something inside of him scoffs despite his calm demeanour. Dark eyes meet blue.

"Yes you are." It's said without room for disagreement. "You might be too naive to understand it, too early in your career as a family head to have predicted it but the moment you made a pig squeal and a king bow, you started playing a game you won't win. You say you deserve my anger, that's not true. No strings attached, remember? I held up my end of the bargain, seems like you forgot your's." Lithe fingers tap the space next to him, his gaze falling back to a covered painting. His tone is a watery lilt, softer than normal, none of the leader bravado; authentic, careful, nurturing. "I won't make you choose but if there was a choice, know that you wouldn't be picking me or him — you'd be picking jail time for you and the people you care for, heart-break, betrayal, the fell of your family's empire or just average human heart-break. One poisons your soul, one just makes you sick." He sits forward. "From leader to leader, think about what bending over for the detective will cost you." Vincente stands, gently tapping the man's chin twice. "Behave yourself, Hasan." But his hand lingers there for too long before finally falling away.

Hasan had always tried his best not to get things complicated, he could be calculating and he hated complicated things and mostly tried his best to stay away. He was not someone that ran away from emotions but he was someone who choose and prefer not to get involved or attached to people. It seems like for once, he had gotten himself into something that was so very complicated. The male was known for playing games, playing with people which was true but it had surprised him that when it came to both males he refused to do so and why he was honest with them from the start.

He sighed before the other male started to speak. Hasan listened to their words carefully, he saw that look and he stood tall ready to face anything that Vincente was going to throw at him. Ready to face the music of his choices which he could not control at all. He just listened and understood where the male was coming from.

"I never planned for this to happen Vincente and I am still glad that I told you the truth. Even if makes things complicated and a mess. I could never lie to you or Halil. You know my family means the world to me and I will do everything in my power to protect them even----" he his words faded after speaking when Vincente spoke and their hand fell away.

Hasan grabbed the male's hand and held it. "I am so very sorry," his voice a whisper holding the male's hand as he looked into their eyes.

As if his head had been caught between two striking cymbals in an orchestra, blue eyes blur, molecules vibrate in his vision, making his brother look distorted and foreign and every sound around him — music, conversation, footsteps — is muffled by a rise in cortisol. Of all the possibilities he'd expected after Vincente's explanation, Hasan openly admitting to being romantically involved with a cop actually surprises him. All of his muscles tense, his shoulders hunching high into his ears like a threatened cat. He has no control over the ugly look that preludes hard eyes and a clenched, angry jaw but it's the look on his brother's face that disarms his anger like it had never existed in the first place. But the disappointment and tension persists, even as he reins in his frustration so as not to completely destroy his relationship with his brother. He takes a breath. "I won't fault you for falling in love, these things are out of our control but —" He swallows his anger. "You are the head of our family, the king on a throne that one of my sons could inherit in the future, do not leave your nephew the burdens of your recklessness."

"Look, your relationship with this cop, whomever they are, is a fantasy, do you understand? We're not talking about someone not apart of our world, Hasan, we are talking about someone who is actively trying to dismantle it. What do you think your future looks like with them? Hm? In what world can you do your job right while settling into the same bed with someone who would have no issue turning you in? Have you even thought that this person might be using you?" He asks harshly. "As for Contreras? He's worse. He'll string you up by your ankles and convince you that you're standing upright and the only reason your head hurts is because you didn't drink water that day. These relationships must end now. Before you get hurt." Blue meet blue and despite his anger, Halil tugs his brother into his chest, wrapping his arms around him so tightly that his non-support hopefully hurts less. After-all, Halil had never seen him in such a state, had never heard his brother talk about partners in the way he was now. In some ways, the older of the two feels sorry for him. He tucks his face into his brother's ear, whispering softly in spite of everything. "Seni seviyorum...aptal..."

Hasan sighed as his brother spoke, running his hand through his hair and covering his face with his hands as he took in his brothers words. Hasan really could have continued this without telling anyone, he could have kept it a secret but he refused. He always looked up to his brother, he respected the older male so very much. In a way his brother approval meant so much to him. Hasan did not know the outcome of what was going to happen. Maybe he is right and someone is going to get hurt.

Hasan had been someone who kept his word and promise. He cared about his family and nephews so very much and he would never purposely do anything to put them in a position. He did not know the future and even how the relationship will turn out. He did have a backup in the back of his mind though but, he hopped it would never come to that at all.

"Halil you must understand and remember how it feels to have your heart being pulled in two different direction," he spoke looking at his brother. "I did not choose any of this, I never set out to fall for two people and I did not have a choice...." he added really confused and conflicted.

When he got that hug. When his brother pulled in for a hug. The younger male broke down. "Why? It hurts and its so confusing. I will have to choose......how can I....am so sorry for you everyone in this position."

mateo turned at the sound of hasan’s voice, and despite himself, the corner of his mouth lifted. there was something about seeing him in a room like this, polished, confident, and pretending they were little more than acquaintances, that stirred something warm and familiar in his chest. over the last few months, hasan had worked his way past walls mateo had spent years building, and now the thought of walking into a crowded room without him felt strangely incomplete.

“careful,” he said, his voice low enough for only hasan to hear. his eyes moved over him for a moment, appreciating the sight before meeting his gaze again. “you’re the one making it very difficult to look single tonight.” his hand brushed lightly against hasan’s lower back, brief and subtle enough not to draw attention. “and for the record,” he added with a faint smile, “you’re the best-looking man in the room.”

Hasan was still very much surprised, he never thought he could feel something for someone. He never understood what it was like to feel real emotions until now. His heart still felt it was being ripped in many pieces and he wondered how much it can handle. Can he survive this. He could see the outcome if things go back. Right now, he did not want to think about it at the moment and just enjoy this moment.

"Really?" he spoke raising a brow with a smile. "Most people here know me as someone who would flirt with some of the most handsome people in the room. I feel like they still think am trying to get into your pants Deputy," he added teasing the male. "Come on, I will say the second best because you sir are the best looking man. Maybe you need a mirror." he winked.

It had been late one night when the metal blinds were drawn in his office and Vincente, flanked by his men, had sauntered in, kicking his feet up on his desk. His usual anger was replaced by devastation but the words that came from his lips was something Halil didn't even think Hasan was capable of. 'Your brother is walking a dangerous path', he didn't give him any more details, left him with a sinking feeling in his stomach that Hasan, even with his usual antics, was up to something worse than having a smart mouth and a flirtatious personality. He understood it better when the look in his eyes had been mirrored back to him by Levi; love, or at least something akin to fondness. So while Hasan was quiet, Halil was grateful for the time to process the information without knowing exactly how his brother was putting everyone in danger. Although they bickered, intentionally insulted each other, it was very rare that either of them would speak to one another like business partners rather than brothers. So, it was strange, the eerie stillness in the way Halil allows him to talk, to settle into himself; very strange how he speaks to him when he speaks next. "Tell me it isn't true." A calculative manipulation, nauseatingly guilty. "Hasan, lütfen..."

Hasan sighed heavily as he ran his hands through his hair as he looked at his older brother. "I will not lie to you Halil," he spoke because there was no need to lie at all. His brother knew the truth and plus Hasan did not want to lie about something so important. "I am involved with a cop, it's not like I could help it. I felt something for them and just like I felt something Vincente," he spoke honesty in his voice and also confusion. This feeling was new, Hasan felt like he was being pulled apart and that this was going to really destroy and break him. He knew what his brother thought, what Vince taught as well. He was also sleeping with the enemy and Hasan was not someone who will risk this for nothing.

He was expecting his brothers anger, disappointment and he did not run away from it. He was going to face him and be a man about it. Be so very mature and in this moment Hasan was being so very responsible too.

"I know I am putting everyone in danger but please know I will not be foolish if this was just a simple thing. I.....my heart is being pulled in two directions. I never planned to fall for two men, one of who can be a danger to our family and the other your boss....I get it if you do not believe me and you believe and think am doing this as a game."

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Punctured flesh trickles blood from the hollow of his cheek, coating his tongue and pooling at his gum line from the force of the soft skin caving under the pressure of sharp canines. Vincente had been watching them closely all night — eyeing one another, flirting, standing too close, all while trying to be 'subtle'. Maybe nobody else would notice but he had. It pissed him off. And when he was pissed off, under normal circumstances, people died. This, unfortunately for the way his blood bubbled under his skin, was far from normal; a dead detective would not only put him on a police radar again, it would destroy Hasan. So, he did what he did best — made a messy situation even messier. Grabbing the hand of a random passerby who doesn't protest, the leader makes a line toward Hasan just as he's leaving Matteo's side. Their shoulders collide forcefully, intentionally, and with his free hand, he grabs the younger man's wrist, leaning in and whispering. "Rat." But he easily deposits a note into the man's jacket pocket. Gallery A, 5th floor. 10 minutes.Leave your phone and the pig outside.

Hasan had been very surprised by the way he was acting, he was normally someone who would play with people's feelings and people's heart for sure and get them hurt not caring about their feelings but this time he was the opposite. The male had been honest to both males despite knowing their reaction and him putting himself in the middle. He did not want to play with their hearts or them.

Hasan had been a bit different too, he had not been his normal flirty self and a little shit. He had also been more quiet which was opposite him. He knew the danger he was putting his family and he hated it. He had never had to be in a position like this, fights his feelings, responsibilities and his life and world. The male did not react at all when Vince grabbed his wrist and leaned in.

I deserve that he thought to himself and sighed. He noticed the note reading it after a few moments and deciding to meet the male. Leaving his phone behind.

"I deserve your anger and I understand it. Know am not playing games at all"

starter for @drhkilic

Hasan was someone who had plenty of connections and friends. Thanks to his club and bar he interacted a lot with so many different people, senators, actors and model. Plus he was a model himself in his free time so it was not a surprise that he would be invited and also that he would also have people inviting him too. Hasan had been pretty quiet lately and been on his best behavior mainly due to certain individuals for sure. The male had noticed his brother and he had heard rumors and whispers about a mysterious person and connection to Levi which he had not fully uncovered. Of course Hasan was still digging into Levi, he found the doctor interesting and wanted to see what the male was hiding especially with the whole contract with his family and the males. So many leads were dead ends, almost like it was burned and covered up.

Hasan finally caught his brother alone for a moment and so he walked toward them. "You and the doctor are so cute. I still think I should have asked him out and win him over," he spoke, being his normal self. "Enjoying the night and where is that mysterious boyfriend of yours Hal?"

#c:hal #i hope this is okay!

starter for @dutyovergrief

Hasan was not someone that did relationships at all, he liked being a play boy, sleeping around with no strings or emotions attached at all. That was who he was but that changed when he met two handsome men who changed all that. Hasan had fallen for them and in his mind no one else mattered. He did not want anyone else despite how complicated his relationship with them was because two of these men came from world that were enemies and putting Hasan in the middle. He was attending the Gala tonight with Mateo, he had promised to keep their relationship low key and the male was a man of his words.

He walked toward the older male and smiled, pretending that they both have not been dating for the last few months. "You look so handsome tonight. Am still surprise you are single Deputy," he replied with a devilish grin and smile on his face.

mateo's blood thrummed with exhilarating truth: lines weren't just being crossed, they were being exploited. there would be no turning back, and that sent a thrill shivering down his spine. it was a maddening, delicious torment, the way this man, hasan, had utterly colonised his thoughts, an insistent, burning presence beneath his every waking moment. he clung to the desperate lie, that if he just gave in, just this once, to the cravings he'd so fiercely suppressed, he could finally remove this man from his system, he could move on.

a breathless gasp tore from his throat as he surged forward, his mouth claiming Hasan's with a desperate hunger. lips met, devouring into a kiss that was something far beyond passionate, it was a dangerous. there was no hesitation, no holding back, as he let himself be pulled, half-stumbled, half-driven, into the hushed intimacy of a private room. here, the air crackled, thick with unspoken promises, and the situation would not just become real, it would ignite.

Hasan could be a drug, addictive, he was someone who listened, watched and learned what made someone weak and he could use that information. His favorite thing in the world was using someone's weakness to please them, to make them moan and bring they to the point of pure bliss, leaving them asking for more. With Mateo, it was a little bit complicated, in the process he found himself also being addicted to a drug that was the other.

#c:mateo #unsfw

⸻ The blonde just wanted a tea after dropping off the twins at the daycare. She was a bit under the weather that day, calling it off for work. The other jobs could be postponed over the weekend, which would give her plenty of time to recover. Her father was finally on his own business with flowers, and every day she no longer needed to babysit her parents, as if she had had enough of handling four kids. 2 is only a year old, and the other two are 3 years old. All of them full of energy, each with their own personality. Then she realized the drink in her hand in the coffee shop wasn't for her, because she was certain she had asked for tea. When she saw Hasan holding an order that seemed to be hers. ❛ I think we should switch. I ordered this one, and I think this might be yours, no?! ❜ She showed the drink in her hands and all the contents inside it in the cup.

"Yes, I believe we should," he answered nodding his head as he took a look at the drink and the content, "That is indeed my extra strong black coffee which looks like night," he chuckled softly with a smile on his face. "And this is yours...." he spoke stopping for a moment before really taking notice and studying her face.

"Hello Elizabeth, it has been awhile," he spoke with a charming smile on his face. The two of the had worked together in the past and what a surprise running into her again after this time.

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There’s a certain kind of quiet that only exists in crowded places. Ophelia has always preferred it. The bar is full — low voices layered over music, glassware clinks, conversations bleeding into each other. Truth slipping out in fragments when no one thought anyone was listening. She'd learnt early that the best place to disappear was somewhere no one expected to be watched.

"Do you serve espresso martinis?" She asked casually, the corner of her lips pulling into a smirk. "Because I'll have one." She flipped her journal closed, focusing her attention solely on the man. "No, but I've been told I have a talent for blending in with the crowd."

He looked and studied her for a moment, a smile on his face. Hasan liked reading people and he had a feeling that she would be interesting for sure. Plus, the male was bored and all his interaction had been boring. "Yes we do, we make one of the best in the cities," he answered. "Coming right up beautiful," he added turning to make her drink. Drink making was one of his many skills and he took so much pride in everything he did.

"Is that so? Sounds like an amazing talent to have. Often people feel like they are drowning in a crowd," he spoke after turning and placing it in front of her. "Also very dangerous too," his voice soft and warm.

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