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destinyfree

     being attacked by creatures, what ever that thing was, wasn’t      something that clark had the pleasure of saying happened a      lot. being saved by blonde slayers was something that he had      never even thought would be something he could say. the fact      that he technically couldn’t get killed made him not worry, but      then again that thing was just disgusting to look at and beyond      creepy. he let out a loud sigh of relief as he looked over at the      woman, moving up from his crouched position.

          ❝ thank you so much, i don’t know how to repay you for              what you did. i do have one question though, well two.              what in the HELL was that thing and who are you? ❞

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( & ???. )

The process was simple: get in and get the hell out. But apparently some people had a broad definition of what to do when there was a fire and frankly, Vince didn’t know to wrap his mind around a random guy lingering inside a burning building. Did the other guy realize that yet? That they were in a damn burning house. He didn’t have time to speak (and even less with his mask on) so instead of waling back, Vincent followed. “Did you want to get yourself killed?” Was the first thing that he blurted out, more of a scold than anything else. Shrugging back the heavy respirator, Vince took in a heavy breath before speaking out again. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t call the police over here.” A guy ran away from everyone else, what part of that screamed innocent? Oh yeah, none of it. 

He knew that he should have been at little bit more discreet and cautious about how he ran into the building and who was around him, but lately Clark was more reckless than ever. He was tired of people not letting him help out to the fullest potential, tired of hiding his abilities from the world, but he did know that it was for the best. Explaining these things did seem to get a little bit complicated, no matter how many times he was in a similar situation, so he wasn’t exactly thrilled that the firefighter had followed him out. “No? I knew that I was going to be safe. I just wanted to make sure that no one was left inside of there. Look, you have to believe me.” Dammit, now the cops were being mentioned. He needed to act fast. “Sir, please. It’s not like I was doing anything illegal in a burning building, is it? I just wanted to make sure that everyone was outside. What are they going to do, arrest me for wanting to be the hero?”

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lostinevan​

     ”Look, if you ask me, your boss is the total definition of a tool.” Clark looked between Evan, one of his recent friends, and the waiter’s boss. He rolled his eyes before turning to face Evan again, his annoyed expression turning to a small grin as he just focused on what was important. “But, since your shift is over you don’t have to deal with that dick. What do you wanna do now?”

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menwithbeautifullocks

Nathan didn’t even last a whole year without finding out that Clark was his biological son until sending him to do his business biding. He knocked lightly on the door to Benjamin’s office, smiling slightly in order to not come off too rude or anything. “Sir? I’m here on behalf of Nathan Petrelli, your secretary said I could walk right in.”

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No. No drama. But something’s different with you.

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( & GRIFFIN. )

Griffin didn’t think that he hid that possessive aspect of himself from Clark in any way, but it was possible he simply didn’t talk about it with the little human as much as he showed it. Standing near him, placing a hand on his shoulder as they walked, and other little signs to others around them that Clark belonged to the tall man beside him. Who would take a second glance with Griffin glaring in their direction? Oh, the ignorance that Clark would have to those that would Griffin scared off with a glare and grunt. That hand to his belly soothed the big bear as he growled into that touch to show he appreciated it.

The bear was a sucker for physical attention –  the kisses, the touch to his chest and to his sensitive nipple – Griffin would do anything for those fingers to never leave his body. That big hand behind Clark had the power to lift the other clear off the counter, but Griffin just pushed him forward against his body and moved that big arm to wrap tight around the other’s back.

“At least I can wipe up the mess on the counter after we’re done,” He said with a raised brow down to Clark. Griffin chuckled darkly, with an evil eye narrowing down to the man pressed against his body. “Regeneration can be such a messy affair.” Before letting Clark reply, Griffin leaned forward to press his lips against the other’s, crushing against Clark. He growled in that kiss, hungrily pressing his lips against Clark’s and darting that tongue inside, hungry for affection.

It was quite obvious that they were together and everyone else was going to be aware of that. The way that Griffin always pulled him closer when they were in public, hovered over him when they were shopping, Clark was just so used to it by now that he didn’t even notice. Plus, it wasn’t like the blonde minded or anything. He knew what he was getting into when he first agreed to the relationship and he wasn’t regretting it one single bit. They were each others’ and it worked out perfectly. So what if he had lost a couple of guy friends along the way?

Another thing that Clark loved doing was making sure that his enormous bear got all of the attention that he deserved, from the touches to the kisses to the licks. His legs wrapped even tighter around Griffin, pulling himself closer to the larger male. Clark’s body was desperate to feel the were-bear’s body up against his and it was clearly evident. 

”Wouldn’t that be like two treats for you in one? I really shouldn’t spoil you this much, but I guess that I just don’t learn.” The blonde slipped his hand from underneath Griffin’s shirt over to wrap around his neck, pulling him even further down. He couldn’t even retort the statement because he had been caught in an extremely heated kiss. Clark slipped his tongue into the bear’s mouth, pushing it against the other’s as he kissed him back with just as much passion. 

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( & ZACHARIAH. )

“Maybe if you wouldn’t walk into a new room like rudolph and a glowing nose I wouldn’t have to worry.” He muttered under his breath, sigh following showing his frustration. He worked along, He worked alone, He fucking worked alone. Something he kept repeating in his head, reminding him self the reasons he actually did work alone. Attachment, having to count on someone else, trusting in someone else, protecting someone else, all things he didn’t care for very much. He looked out for number one, him self and that was easier. “He is here, because we also haven’t spotted any guards.” That told him they were gathered to one place, fortify his defenses. “It wont be so bad, just shove all the dead bodies outside give the zombies something to eat while we sleep.” He shrugged, his tone playful yet he wasn’t joking. He didn’t joke often, normally if it sounded well odd or a bit far fetched it was probably true.

   “They know we are here, so why bother looking?” Actually why bother even sneaking around. Clark should be happy about that one. “Which means you can run around now with a bright red nose.” In his mind that bright red nose was blood from a fist, he could dream. “Now if you want to get this over with I suggest taking out your gun. Believe me you are going to need it for this one.”

“Look, I’m pretty sure that you don’t want to be here anymore than I do, so I just figured that taking our sweet little time would be a waste of it.” In all honesty Clark should have been following Zac’s lead, he was the one who was trained and used to this anyway. The blonde probably came off as too reckless, but he didn’t know if he wanted someone’s blood on his hands. Sure he had killed before, but that was when he was positive that his target was the bad guy. Now this time everything wasn’t so black and white like it used to be. He was mostly here to protect Zachariah if anyone were to ask him. Although he had to convince himself of that as well. “Do you ever think that you might be getting double crossed, or that somehow he got wind of everything that was going on? I mean a powerful man like that, anything could happen.” The funny thing was that what Zac said about feeding the zombies was what had made most sense to the blonde all day.

     “Are you telling me that I was in this right the whole time, with not bothering hiding or anything?” Clark rolled his eyes at yet another rudolph joke. He figured that unless he start paying attention to Zac they were probably going to be there all day, or get caught, or both. He decided to just take his damn gun out and continue walking into the next room. “At this point I’ll shoot anyone if it means getting this done as fast as possible.” His voice was a low whisper as he looked around the room. After the infection let out the world really did change him. 

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( & ANTHONY. )

╳ ███ ❝It’s about Phoebe… I’m just thinkin’ of her again. Vodka, please.❞

❝Can you ever make contact with her, like do you still have the information of the parents who adopted her?❞ Clark quickly rushed into the kitchen, rinsing two glasses and bringing them back into the living room. He set them upon the little bar that he had placed in the corner and poured two glasses of vodka. Walking over to the couch, he handed one to Anthony and took a seat next to him.

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( & ROXAS. )

Another day, another morning of him waking up and having no idea where he was or even what happened the previous night. Since his banishment, Roxas has developed something of an addiction to fine alcohol and just as enjoyable handsome men. It kept him busy, less time to think and more time to well have fun. Like now, a thin white sheet was wrapped around his legs, sprawled out as if he owned the bed, he clearly made himself comfortable. Hell, he shouldn’t have stayed the night, that was a bad move on his part. It left room for attachment, something he couldn’t have. 

Due to his gift, Clark always did have a difficult time getting drunk. It actually could never happen for him anymore, which sucked because he was never ever to fully experience it. Sure he felt the feel for a couple of seconds, but it would soon go away along with the burning sensation down his throat. One thing that he was still able to feel was the partying though. The night before him and Roxas really did seemed to hit it off, Clark was actually surprised that he had that much fun with someone. Not only that, but when they got to his place he definitely had nothing to complain. When he awoke from his slumber though he was surprised to see that the blonde was still there, in this situation he thought that most people just left before the morning. Regardless, Clark leaned forever and moved his left hand over Roxas’ arm, shaking it slightly as he tried to wake the man up. “Hey, did you want breakfast or something? I can get it started right after I brush my teeth.” His voice was still low due to not having been awake for that long.

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( & VANCE. )

Vance nodded and said, “Good. I’m glad that you are up for being a cop and not a little bitch” he grinned as he patted the other male’s back. “So, what made you want to become a policeman?” he asked as he walked alongside the other male, leading him to his office.

“Well what’s the fun in being a little bitch? Honestly I’d be up for being a cop any day, just glad that day had finally come.” Clark knew that answer a little too well, so he didn’t even bother to hesitate. “To help other people and stop the bad guys, as cliche as that sounds. I want to make sure I make a difference in this world and I feel like I can actually do that by making sure that those who can’t protect themselves are protected.” He looked towards Vance as they walked into his office. 

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( & ANTHONY. )

╳ ███ ❝Thanks. I’m very grateful for you. I really didn’t want to be a bother but I have nowhere to go right now and my life just sucks. I need to get drunk.❞

❝Honestly it’s no bother, you don’t have to thank me for doing this. How about we talk about it over some drinks then? Do you want white wine, beer, or vodka?❞

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( & NICK. )

“Now? You want me to go do it right now? Mate, have you seen the time. It’s nearly 11, no one is going to go around asking stupid survey questions at this time.” Nick held his hand to his heart, a pout on his face. “I’m hurt. I don’t go around sleeping with everyone you know. I’m not a total slut.”

“You know what fine, I’m not completely unreasonable I guess. You can go tomorrow, but if you give me another excuse I’m hauling your ass outside. What do you plan on doing now though? I’m not letting you out into the wild parties until the weekend.” Clark rolled his eyes slightly, shrugging his shoulders innocently. “Oh yeah I forgot, ninety percent isn’t still everyone.” He was only teasing of course.

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( & PIOTR. )

A small massage from Clark was better than not having a spar day at all, even if such an idea remained as pleasantly foolish in the Russian’s mind. It seemed so odd for him to take comfort in something so pampering and wishing to be spoilt a little but lavished treatments across his body. The truth was that Piotr knew how to properly take care of his body, tuning the instrument to be strong, precise and sturdy to deal with the regular beatings he was subject to both professionally and recreationally.  Sometimes taking care of his body meant enjoying the little things, treating himself to an extra few minutes in the shower or a rub down like the one he was being offered now by his friend. Piotr was obviously hesitant given how he knew little of Clark’s skills but the blonde seemed to be so cheery and confident that he could not be refused.

“Da, Da. I am sorry,” he laughed, holding up his arms in a mock defence. It was relieving to know that Clark was not genuinely offended by Piotr’s lack of trust, such a cheerful spirit rarely quelled by something as minor as doubt when he was so confident in his own abilities. Piotr could definitely respect that even if he had yet to understand it himself. It was almost enviable, much to the Russian’s own shame.

It was definitely reassuring to know that Clark had actually taken some sort of course in the art rather than just insisting that he would be able to ‘work it out’ like Piotr had initially expected. He needed to start having more faith in the younger male as he was always leaving an opening to be shown up by his friend. That was something he was definitely used to, always hesitant in his younger years and always being shown that his reservations were largely for naught. Why did he always doubt when his friends already held such amazing talents?

“If you insist, tovarishch,” Piotr sighed, hanging in his head in eventual defeat and deciding to follow Clarks’ lead. He had no desire to fight such demands now that he had been given so much reason to believe in Clark’s skills as a potential masseuse and he certainly hoped it wasn’t going to be something he regretted.

By the sight of the oil and lotion; he suddenly registered that he would be required to remove his shirt for this practice and acted accordingly. Piotr gripped the hem of the deep, red fabric and pulled it right off his impressive physique. He held no shame in exposing his body to the other male, an Adonis-like body being crafted by years of hard effort and dedication. There was nary a mark or scar on his body, constantly protected by the mutation that would completely protect his muscular form. Back muscles rippled with movement as Piotr stretched his arms up, moving to the bed and gently pressing his weight across it, laying face down.

Having some time off from their indestructible training duties and being the center of target practice seemed like the best thing in the world to Clark, although he knew that it wasn’t going to last long. If anyone had needed them they were going to find the pair in the blonde’s room. Either one of the students would say they spotted them, one of the trackers would work their magic, or the professor would simply search for them. That was why Clark wanted to make sure that Piotr had agreed to this as quickly as possible, the faster that they got started the more time that they would have. He truly did deserve a massage, he was probably one of the people that were worked the hardest if not the top of the list. Clark just wanted to make sure that he got what he deserved, something besides a beat down. For once the man deserved to be pampered in his life and the blonde would be glad to be the one doing the pampering. 

“Ha ha, very funny.” Clark stuck his tongue out at Piotr as he chuckled softly, anyone could have caught the mocking miles away. “Don’t make me send Pyro to be the one that heats up the rocks that should have been going on your back. You know, if I was a professional and all.” He knew that there was no harm in any of it though, they both seemed to just be having fun with this whole scenario. He had even forgot about the Russian not believing in him.

“Why is it that hanging out with you is constantly making me want to download the Duolingo app and start to learn Russian? I swear one of these days I will whip out that Italian and French I learned in high school before coming here and you will be the one who’s confused.” As he was talking, Clark made sure that everything was absolutely ready for the massage. He had a towel on the side just in case Piotr wanted a full body massage, although so far that was just off to the side. The main focus was going to be the man’s upper back, shoulder blades, and anything around that area.

There was definitely plenty to look at, even before Piotr took off his shirt. It was like the Greek gods themselves sculpted his body into perfection, but the blonde refused to get distracted. He was already trying hard to focus on the massage alone in order to make sure that it was the best one his fellow mutant had received. When it came to the Russian, the blonde just wanted the best for him, and this was the best he could come up with. He had to stay focused.

When Piotr was finally in place, Clark popped open the oil and applied some of it to the man’s upper back, closer to his neck and shoulder blades. Then he closed the bottle shut and placed it on his nightstand, moving to stand next to his bed. The blonde moved his hand over the larger male’s body, rubbing the oil across his upper back. Finally he began to apply some pressure and the massage truly starter. “How does that feel?” He spoke softly as he simultaneously worked on Piotr’s shoulders while digging his thumbs into the back of the man’s neck. Clark made sure to take his time with the massage, because if he rushed the whole process it wouldn’t have felt as good and it would be more likely for him to mess up.

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( & ANTHONY. )

╳ ███ ❝I’m just having a horrible fucking day. Can I please crash here for the night?❞

 ❝ I        , of course you can Ant, that’s not even a question you need to ask. You can even sleep on the bed if you you want, not the couch. ❞

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( & ETHAN. )

“Good because I want you to believe me it’s how I really feel about you.” Ethan smiled as he looked at him, he prefer the red on Clark’s cheek it made him look so adorable. “Yeah it made me a little hard. Good because I want you to take charge and show me how you like it.” He smirked widely at him. “I am so gonna fall for you.”

“At this rate you’re not going to have any trouble in getting me to believe in you.” Even though Clark tried long and hard to not be that flustered around Ethan anymore, he couldn’t happen. They had been dating for a while now and the male just did something to him. “Really now?” His eyebrows perked up as a small smirk was glued onto his face. “Well then remind me to take control more often. I definitely well.” The food was brought to them and the blonde had thanked the waiter, slipping his hand away from Ethan’s. “I think I’m going to fall for you too.” He couldn’t help but chuckle as he picked up his fork and began to dig in.

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