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letxtherebelight‌:

He’d been praying for the go ahead. The text to confirm that Samson was no longer being held on his own, free to walk the halls, free to go back to the room he shared with Lucas. The proof that he was safe. He tried not to think too heavily on how much he needed that message, to know that they’d both be able to relax again.

Leon didn’t bother replying to the message. The minute he knew? He was slipping away from his own room, and instead stopping off in the pair’s room.

[txt;samson] See you in a minute.

And so, he waited.

@letxtherebelight​

Lucas removed the protective gear as fast as he could. Even one minute felt too long for Samson to wait. Once he was back on t-shirt and jeans, he got out of the staff room and shut it behind him, grinned at Samson and wrapped his arm around the man’s waist. “Come on,” Lucas walked out of the medical ward with his roommate, “I am pretty sure he is waiting too.”

They have never talked about this. Still, they both knew they had a mutual attraction to Leon. Instead of complicating things, they let things play out the way it did. Lucas has never imagined himself to be a believer in polygamy, yet, the relationship between the three of them somehow felt like the most natural thing. It worked, for the three of them.

Lucas was happy to see Leon already waiting in front of their room by the time they made it back to their corridor. He grinned, pushed Samson toward the man as he fished the key out from his back pocket and unlocked the door. 

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even if it wasn’t clear to the others, samson knew how he felt about both men. what they meant to him, especially after spending those weeks without them. waiting for lucas to change was nothing, since he knew what was waiting for them, deeper into the building.

as soon as leon came into view, samson charged him just like he did lucas. a near-tackle, with arms and tendrils wrapping around, the latter wrapping again and again, pulling them tight together. samson buried his face in leon’s neck, letting out a trembling breath, as lucas got the door in order.

“--I missed you,” he said softly, as his hands slid down to leon’s hips. “both of you,” to lucas behind him. “my plan was for all of us to talk in a few days, after I got home from work, but the attack, and I had to get home.” he looked into leon’s eyes, his usually cool exterior somewhat cracked. “I didn’t want you two to worry.”

@heroicvanish​

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Roman, Blindspot season 03 episode 01.

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for @fireandbrimstcne​

his immediate welcome was more gentle in nature -- but with dante’s response, he knew some form of storm was coming. and he’d earned it. he broke protocol. his actions reflected on dante, and whether or not the man was reprimanded for his return to the base during lockdown, samson didn’t think it mattered.

he broke trust.

so, samson made his way to the emergency chamber, combat-ready, head held high. he would face what consequences came with his decision. (despite any...soreness in particular regions.) rather than hesitate, he badged his way in as soon as he’d arrived, not giving himself time to fret or reconsider.

“...sir?”

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Date a boy who curls up on your lap, even though he is 6’ 2" because he loves cuddles

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letxtherebelight‌:

“I am sorry, Samson. I shouldn’t have done that.” Lucas was quick to put the smile away, worried his little joke might have backfired. “But you are good. You are fine.” He reached out with his arms, pulled Samson close and pressed their bodies against each other. Slowly, he removed the protective mask from his head, felt the cold fresh air and breathed it in.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

Lucas buried his face against Samson’s neck. He missed Samson’s scent. His body warmth help Lucas settled. For the past two weeks, it felt like he has been missing a piece of his life. A void that even the heavy workload couldn’t fill or help him to ignore.

 No more. No longer.

“Let’s go home,” Lucas said gently, “Back to our room. You should text Leon, tell him to join us. He was worried sick too.”

all samson did was squeeze lucas harder, wrapping and re-wrapping his arms around the man, as if he could somehow pull him closer. lucas was warm against him, even through all the layers -- cloth, plastic, proof of the separation that led them to the moment.

“I’m not. I never was. I knew you were waiting for me.” samson pulled back, only to look into lucas’ eyes. “both of you.”

samson let himself take one kiss -- just a quick one, but firm, enough to almost feel stolen.

“I’ll do it while we walk.” everything samson had in the room, was borrowed, save for his clothes. he left it as it was, sliding an arm around lucas’ back as they walked, and he pulled his phone out with the other.

[txt:leon] Lucas came and got me. I’m out.

@heroicvanish​

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letxtherebelight‌:

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“Samson, the result is out.” Lucas walked in, his form covered in protective gear. He wasn’t making eye contact with Samson, eyes down with a tight grip at the file in his hands. Of course, the results. It was the end of Samson’s isolation and this was the moment where they had to find out whether Samson was infected by the pollens or not.

“…There are a few immediate actions we will have to do,” Lucas said, his voice was low, yet clear and professional, “A few options, but first, we have to…Samson, I am so sorry,” He finally looked at the man, paused for a second before he continued.

“I am afraid you have no choice but to pack your things and move back into our room at once.”

Unable to hold it any longer, Lucas’ lips widened into a smile, which quickly became a grin.

“Results are negative. You are as healthy as a person with shadow tendrils gets. You are free to leave this room as long as you promise to not break any more quarantine protocols.”

he made it in.

samson almost desperately looked up at lucas, even in all the protection gear. the apology made his heart sink, but it made sense. he took a risk, to try not to worry the ones he cared about. but at least one of them was giving him the news...

until the smile. samson charged from the bed, tackling lucas with so much force, he almost knocked him back into the bare, concrete wall.

his chest shook, breaths a little shaky against the bulkier male, arms and tendrils squeezing tight around.

“--please don’t do that,” he said, softly -- his voice breaking, just a little. “I trust you too much to not fall for it.”

for a few seconds, samson really did believe he was going to suffer the full effects of the villain’s wrath.

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empyrism‌:

In many ways, that was where they were similar, like two sides of the same coin. He and Devrim were separate beings with individual thoughts, feelings, wants, desires, and even though they came from different origins, they were also one. In the same way, with him and Lucas — light and dark; one cannot exist without the other. There was that constant push and pull, like the tides, or the cycle of life and death, or Ea (ᛠ) as Devrim was inclined to give it a name.

Empyrean was appreciative of Samson’s response and ease of following orders, he didn’t want to step in if he didn’t have to. The mentor looked at the unfolding events clinically, and eventually the other was laid bare before his steel eyes. Nudity did not phase him, and were it not for social constructs he would not have bothered with ‘clothes’, real or imagined into existence by molecules. His other self would have afforded the man a degree of privacy and turned away till something happened — but Empyrean would not be doing his due diligence if he were to miss anything. A split second twitch was all it would take.

The med-techs proceeded to prod at Samson, taking samples of skin, sweat, blood, and other bodily fluids; checking his vitals, his statistics and the like. Most of these were to be sent for deeper analysis and testing, but he could already see some of them already working their centrifuges and microscopes for the quick and dirty version, wanting Samson to be in the clear just as much as anyone else.

the similarities were lost on samson -- all he understood were the differences. empyrean’s light, to his own darkness. mentor, as opposed to protege. two distinct entities, instead of one that acted with almost two minds.

tacit approval, at least, was a start. he didn’t want empyrean to dislike him -- his proximity to lucas meant risking the two’s potential partnership. for lucas’ sake, he’d bear whatever he needed to, from empyrean.

after the examination, the medical staff sigh a collective immediate relief -- but the tension still isn’t gone. they depart from the room to confer where samson can’t hear them, leaving him alone with empyrean, once more. samson doesn’t try to cover himself, from his slightly furred chest, down to the line from his navel to the bush above his idle cock. he was laid back, head staring at the ceiling.

“what do you think they’re saying?” he waited a few seconds, his voice as cool as even as ever. ”--sir.”

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warded :: nsfw para

@letxtherebelight -- @heroicvanish

samson always believed he was an introvert.

isolatable. stable enough to be on his own, for extended periods of time. it’s a concept of survivalism, to understand that in a dire situation in a natural environment, one might be set to be left alone.

the tendrils, their constant presence, only seemed to reinforce that. while he was still hiding their nature, hiding his own nature, being alone was easier than trying to keep the shadows a secret. in his room, while he slept, they’d turn his room into the scene of a nightmare, writhing and flailing to let out the frustration built up from being hidden away all day.

here, in the advocates, samson could let them -- and himself -- be free.

only, that freedom won him some close relations. friendships, allies, a mentor, and...more.

lucas, being his roommate, was already incredibly kind to begin with. creative, in surprising ways. affectionate. a little soft-spoken, but the more samson learned, the more he could attribute to a sense of responsibility, of generations of burdens being hefted from one child to the next. 

leon, as a mentor and trainer, was incredibly accommodating. welcoming. soothing, but in a rugged, ne’er-do-well, handsome way. whether he meant to or not, he lured samson in; while at the same time, making space for him to take up; when samson was most often the one clearing space for others.

after sending his last text to lucas and leon both, samson left his phone on the other side of the bed and rolled over, facing the wall. it’s the best he can do. ensure the two of them were taken care of, even if it wasn’t himself there to do it.

pulling the blanket up over himself, he hears his phone fall off the bed -- and without thinking, calls a tendril to catch it. the shadow lifts his phone back up with ease, brushing against his hand as it sets it back on the thin mattress. samson pauses, feeling a slight shiver when the limb makes contact with his skin. 

without a thought, samson grabs onto it. he doesn’t take control of the limb, but he curls his fingers around it, feels the sensation as if it was himself. slowly, the limb moves through his fingers. in his mind, he sees lucas and leon, probably in their bedroom. curled together. relaxed.

samson shivers.

when the idea comes to him, he doesn’t know what to do with it. could he? should he? are there cameras in here? but he’s not ashamed of his powers, of what he can do. not right now.

when the first shadow clone rises from the floor, stripped down to his shorts like samson is, the most natural move is to knee onto the bed. to scoot forward -- lay a cool hand on the real samson’s arm, lay on its side, press itself against samson’s back.

samson reaches, taking the cool hand to pull the arm over him like a blanket. at the contact, his dick throbbed -- and he felt the clone throb behind him, against him, the bulge pressing between his cheeks. with his other hand, sliding his shorts down didn’t feel wrong, under the blankets. his clone moves easily, confidently. that cock, shaped as his own, nudges against his pucker.

rather than shy away, samson relaxes, letting out a breath as he calls a second clone in front of him. the bed filled with three of him, one in front and one behind. this one had his shorts tucked down already, and samson rests hands on its hips, tugging it back against him. his clone doesn’t need as much preparation as he would, so it’s easy to nudge his way inside, feeling the cool muscle flex around his head, closing around his shaft as the flare passes the rim. and-- his breath leaves him slowly, his stomach trying to flex, feeling the cock going in, without anything actually there. with his arms, he pulls his duplicate back, nudging in with little knocks of his hips until he’s buried, ass to thighs, his chin settling over the duplicate’s shoulder.

the clone behind him works its way inside, slowly fucking him open in a similar way. his chest heaves. inside his clone, he throbs, fingers digging into the muscle of hips that weren’t his own, but he still feels the barest bite of nails.

his first thrust is slow. asynchronous, out of order, fucking himself on one clone while pulling out of the other. muting his groans, samson bites down on the clone’s shoulder, knowing the same was coming to him, in return. chest to back, his hips rock to drag his cock in and out, slowly as to not shift the blanket too obviously. his pace quickens, eyes screwing shut as the rush slowly builds, visions of lucas and leon taking his clones’ places as he finally crests over the edge.

his eyes shoot open -- as the first wad of cum blasts from him to his one clone, he feels the throb and swell of the cock inside him, shadows splattering cool and wet along the walls of his tight ass. pulse after pulse, he gives, he receives.

until he falls asleep in his own arms, comfort in the post-climax high, as well as the knowledge that his men were together, as well.

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[txt] No one blames you for coming back. Please don’t think you have anything to apologise for. I miss you too, more than I did for any friends. [txt] I have to ask, you are not getting a fever, are you? The room temperature should be controlled by the centre’s computer. I will have EDVIN check on the system.

[txt] It’s fine. I broke protocol.[txt] I don’t think I’m sick. The room is just cold.[txt] I’m going to start using the blankets as a robe.

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[txt] Look, every since camping we...have done it pretty much every day and...With you being isolated and me working at the medical centre pretty much full time...I haven’t had the chance to... [txt] I don’t know, it’s weird without you here.

[txt] I’m sorry I was at work when the quarantine went out.[txt] I came back so I wouldn’t worry anyone. But that was against the rules.[txt] I miss you, too. And not just for that.[txt] The room they’re keeping me in is cold.[txt] I haven’t felt cold like this since the night we went camping.[txt] Please take a break from working. For you, and for me. For us both.

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You worried Lazav is gonna fuck your boyfriend?

“with me in isolation, I don’t know what could be going on with the rest of the advocates. and I don’t own lucas. nobody does. if he wants to have sex with lazav, then what reason would I have to stop him?”

it’s not safe. ian’s not well. the memory of the ache in his hand whispers of a deeper pain, simply transferred from one party to another. lazav is a psychic. what does it mean? what does it mean? what does it mean?

“I trust ian. as long as lucas is a consenting party.”

why are my shadows so agitated?

@cxntrolyourmind @letxtherebelight

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empyrism‌:

It wasn’t Samson’s presence he loathe, at least not really. Just the extensions of his very self. The entity’s trepidation over the darkness, what it represented to him (and him alone) was not quantifiable — Devrim didn’t exact have an issue with it like he did, but their bond was enough to cause the ex-astronaut hardship. They were in essence one and the same person, no matter how much they differed.

He knew the shadows that Samson possessed weren’t actively going to hurt him, but a lot of this was the reactionary nature that was deep rooted in him way back before he even was a him. Before he actually could speak or utter words. Before he could feel and touch. Before he’d transformed from mere star stuff and molecules held together by the burning power within him into a living breathing thing. 

“Till they clear you. Probably at least a few — one or two — hours at most if you’re not infected.” Empyrean gestured at the doctor and nurses who just affirmed his sentiment. There had to be some tension from their earlier interaction in the room that they were actively trying to ignore so they could do their damn jobs. The entity pulled a nearby chair towards him and sat down, giving the reins over to the medical staff while he watched with unblinking eyes.

samson could bear empyrean’s ire -- regardless of where it was aimed. as he saw it, himself and the shadows were ‘one’, for lack of any other way to interpret. this was in the name of protecting the advocates. he’d broken protocol, even if it was for, what he felt, was the right reasons. this was what he’d earned.

“understood, sir.”

the cold stare was met with one of samson’s own, until the doctors and nurses, masked and gloved as they were, blocked empyrean from sight. samson was stripped, layer by layer, each article of clothing isolated for testing. even his leather apron was hung up on its own, until he was laid naked on the table, not moving to cover himself at the slightest. his hands were at his sides, palms flat on the cold metal, no matter how many goosebumps rose on his skin.

the tendrils mostly behaved with the staff, since their bedside manner was considerably more kind than empyrean’s own.

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(About fifteen minutes later) [txt] Nevermind I will see you this evening.

[txt] Lucas, what’s wrong?

being in quarantine, with none of his things other than his phone, meant samson was rather quick to text back.

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cxntrolyourmind‌:

“Don’t fret. You would, of course, be allowed to play with my pets.“

“use the ‘p’ word one more time and I’m going to leave you in the void between stars.”

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fireandbrimstcne‌:

Throughout his life of fighting crime, Dante had seen dozens of heroes in a variety of shapes and sizes. Their body type didn’t matter nor did their social skill. Ultimately he only cared for their resolve and dedication to justice. Samson might not have been a social butterfly but he appeared to have a heart of gold which was what really mattered to Dante. “Alright then, it’s settled. I’ll put in a word to Torque and I’ll get that sorted out. I gotta nab you fast before one of the other mentors gets ya.” He reached up, giving the lanky hero a pat on his cheek. “This is gonna take some getting used to. My last protege was a dwarf in comparison.” Dante playfully made a face, withdrawing his hand. 

the hand on his cheek, samson turned into it, a little. having someone to look up to -- not just a leader, but someone assigned, someone he knew would say what they meant, would take time to work with him, rather than watching and waiting on the sidelines, not wanting to ask?

after a few beats, samson felt his breathing picking up. he took a few seconds, but he made an unsure step towards dante. then another. a third, and he got close enough to put his arms around dante’s sides, turning his face away as he rested it briefling on dante’s shoulder. 

“--thank you. for taking a chance, on me.”

he tried to resist the tendrils moving with him, but when he liked someone.... until samson let go, there were dozens of arms around the man, both thick and thin, of varying length. he looked just the tiniest bit ashamed as he pulled away.