Total PWP orgy for oldestbeloved and cuimhnigh

[rogue_charmer]

Midir had picked out which empty bedroom they were to occupy, and, much to his dismay, Keelia had insisted on tagging along. Something about Christmas wishes, and that rather naughty glint in her eye was more disturbing than a lot of things

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[oldestbeloved]

Sam had his hands in his pockets and was probably wearing one of the outfits from the other man's life and he didn't much care. Obsessive revenge was familiar, but somehow not striking to his mood at the moment. The duality, once it had been pointed out, had slammed into his mind like a railroad spike to the base of the skull.

He had to admit, he hadn't quite realized what sort of mood he'd be in after, for his and Midir's assignation. And now he didn't know what he was in the mood for, or what would happen. He felt an instinctive need to cling to Surreal.

Afterwards, perhaps. And perhaps this would cleanse some of the malaise still clinging, and he did miss Midir. He didn't bother knocking, just walked in.

[rogue_charmer]

Midir had ceased glaring at Keelia, at least, much to her amusement. He smiled when Sam came in, a bright sort of sparkling smile that faded slightly at the feel coming off the other man.

They'd all seen. They all knew, and it hit all of them a bit, but of course it would hit him hardest.

Midir pulled him into a tight hug.

[oldestbeloved]

Sam hugged back, grateful, almost clinging. He would cling to anything right now, anything that drew him out of that manifestation and away from the agony that resulted. He couldn't get sucked in. Shouldn't.

His fingertips pressed into Midir's shoulders, holding on.

[cuimhnigh]

Keelia slipped off the bed to slide next to them, arms wrapping tight around Sam as well, a silent assurance that he was among friends, safe, loved.