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Cullen Rutherford/Samson - Dragon Age

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Title - A pleasant distraction (AO3) Pairings - Cullen Rutherford/Samson Warnings - Un-Beta’ed, PWP Words - 964 Summary - Samson thinks Cullen works too hard.

It's late as he passes by Cullen's door. Light shines from the cracks in the wood, dim but still noticeable. He hesitates before heaving a heavy sigh a pushing his way in.

It's brighter once he gets inside. Cullen is sat working at his desk, files littering the top as candles burn low in their holders. Cullen’s dedication is admirable, but that doesn't mean he doesn’t push himself too hard some days.

The fact Cullen doesn’t seem to notice him causes him to roll his eyes. It's not like the door hadn't creaked as he'd opened it, but Cullen is too absorbed in whatever it is he is reading. Sighing he makes his way over to the desk, draping himself over Cullen’s shoulders. Cullen jumps slightly at the sudden contact but he doesn’t say anything, just shifts to accommodate the extra weight. Samson laughs before he kisses down Cullen’s nape, trailing his tongue back up to his hairline taking pleasure in the way Cullen shivers.

“I have to finish these.” Cullen says, coughing slightly at the end, clearly losing some interest in the papers.

“Are you sure you have to finish them right this second?” Samson says, pulling back from Cullen and moving round him to sit on his desk.

"Maybe not right now." Cullen replies not making any movement other than to glance up at Samson, with a glint in his eye, challenging Samson to do something.

Neither move, both content to take the other in, to trail their eyes along the other. A beat and then Samson is twisting slowly, pushing out Cullen’s chair with his foot. He slides off the desk into Cullen’s lap, pressing himself to him. Hands pull at his shirt, and he obliges, lifting his arms so Cullen can tug it off. He lowers his arms and lets his hands run through Cullen's hair, leaning in to kiss along his jaw. His fingers scratch against Cullen's scalp before trailing down to unlace his breeches, his mouth swallowing Cullen’s gasps.

Large hands grip his thighs as Cullen lifts him up and onto the desk. Cullen's breaches slide down to his ankles with the movement. Bottles and files get knocked over, clattering to the ground in the rush for more. Cullen kisses down his throat, sucking bruises onto his collar bone. Calloused fingertips trail up his sides, fingers splaying against his chest, the beat of his heart speeding up, hammering beneath his skin. Cullen stops, looking down at him, a smile spreading across his lips.

"Maker..." Cullen breaths, taking in the sight of Samson below him, hair mussed and kiss red lips.

Samson surges up, kisses hard, teeth tugging at lips. He licks along Cullen’s scar, his breath hitching as Cullen fumbles to ride him of his breaches, deft fingers making short work of the laces. Samson helps pull them off, kicking them to the ground. He presses kisses along Cullen’s shoulder, bites down hard at the first touch of Cullen’s hand against his hardness. Cullen groans, his movements becoming quicker as eagerness grips hold. Samson watches as Cullen pulls open one of the draws to pull out a small bottle. He raises his eyebrow in question.

"One of the, um, one of the apocatheries gave it to me. Well, Leliana gave it to me and said it was from them." Cullen cheeks burn red and Samson can’t help but falls just that little more for Cullen. "It should-" Samson stops his words with a kiss, which Cullen gratefully responses to.

"Get on with it then." Samson chuckles, spreading his legs slightly to give Cullen a better angle. The concoction makes Cullen’s fingers cold as he slides them inside. Cullen opens him up with slow practiced moves, his hips hitch along with the slow in and out. His breath catches, and he throws his head back, his own fingers going white where he clings to the desk.

"Maker, hurry up." He grunts, urging Cullen along as he digs his heels into his sides. Cullen shivers, shifting once more to extract his fingers and line his cock up. Cullen slides in, slow and careful, watching Samson’s eyes flutter at the sensation. He moves at a steady pace, in and out to the beat of his heart. The desk screeches across the floor along with his thrusts. Samson reaches for his hand, sliding Cullen’s fingers into his mouth. Licking and sucking the digits, staring up at Cullen through half lidded eyes. Cullen picks up his pace, steadying himself with his free hand.

Samson nips at his fingers, sliding them out to press a kiss against his palm. It's intimate in a way he’d never say, it's the words and promises he wants to share, but fears all the same. He swirls his tongue around a finger, pulling it into his wet, warm mouth.

Cullen speads up, his thrust erratic as he pulls his hand free from Samson’s mouth to get a better purchase on the desk, thrusting harder into Samson. He leans down, pressing his forehead to Samson’s, he slows slightly as he comes. Samson following soon after. Cullen doesn't slide out straight away, he leans in to presses kisses against Samson's mouth, cupping his face, his thumb tenderly stroking his cheek.

Samson shifts, watching as Cullen slips out, and then hitching up his breeches. Samson pushes himself to his elbows grinning up at Cullen. The other man huffs, but smiles back all the same.

The candles are out he realises suddenly, the room is nothing but shadows and the faint light from the moon. Everything seems quiet and peaceful, and the moment stretches, filling him with something he can’t describe, but feels a lot like love. It's foolish, and he knows it won't last, but for tonight he's happy to pretend.

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Cullen Rutherford/Samson - Dragon Age

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Completely self indulgent Samson/Cullen Rutherford - Dragon Age

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Cullen Rutherford/Samson - Dragon Age: Inquisition 

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Title -  6+1 (AO3)

Pairings - Cullen Rutherford/Samson

Warnings - Un-Beta'ed, Inquisition spoilers

Words - 1645

Summary -  The first time Samson kisses him, he’s not sure it counts.

(AKA: 6 times Samson kissed Cullen, plus one time they kissed each other. Or something)

First

The first time Samson kisses him, he’s not sure it counts. It’s nothing more than a brush of dry lips against his own, but Samson stands close, after, his eyes dark with want. He knows he should do something, but he’s frozen in place, his heart hammering. He waits too long and so the moment passes him by.

Samson sighs, pushing away from him, putting space between them, his hand toying with his hair.

Time seems to stand still but then Samson laughs, plays it off as a joke. A prank. Cullen nods along, cheeks flushed as he chides Samson. Stamping down on the feelings bubbling inside him. 

Still, he wonders what would have happened if he’d pulled Samson close, kissed him back like he had wanted.

    Second

They fight, harsh words thrown at each other, cutting deep, but there is something hidden behind them. He tries to puzzle it out, his fingers soft as they reach for Samson. His questions dying on his lips as Samson kisses him; hard, his lips quirking against his own.

He runs his hand through Samson’s hair, tugging at the ends to pull him down, closer, a desperation thrumming through him. He breaks away, resting his forehead against Samson’s, their breath mingling in the small space between them. He wants to say something, fill the silence, ask why and if this will be forgotten too, but Samson smiles at him, guarded and small, and his words dry up. 

Samson leans back in, pressing his lips against Cullen’s, light and tentative. It’s softer, but still an undercurrent of something more pulsing through it. A need for this, for more. Hands against skin, mouths finding hidden places. 

He likes to think of that as their first kiss, but he knows it doesn’t work that way. 

They fall together, skin and heat. Samson above him, smiling, loose, and happy. Though there is an edge to it, something he can’t place. He tries to kiss it away. Wants to remember the sweetness, the soft press of Samson against him. 

The morning comes, and he wakes alone, Samson having gone in the night, from his bed, from the order.

    Third

When he hears from Samson, years later, it’s like they’ve never known each other. Reunited after so many years, but still so far apart. He hesitates, asks Hawke what to do, not sure anymore how to deal with Samson. Wonders if this distance will last, if the broken splinters of what they were, could have been, can be put back together. 

He agrees to Samson being reinstated, pushes Meredith as far as he dares to get her to agree. All the while Samson stands silent, waiting. They are to share quarters again, she says, Cullen will be responsible for Samson, held accountable for his actions. They both agree with sharp nods. 

The room seems smaller, too little space for everything that has passed between them. Samson smiles cruelly. Sharp words meant to wound. But Cullen is not so innocent any more and sees through the lies. Begs Samson to stop hiding, to tell him what he means, to stop this charade.

Samson stands, strokes Cullen face with his hand. Leans close, his intent clear. 

And when Samson finally kisses him, it’s bitter, and angry. Hungry for things lost. Both so different and finding it hard to reconcile who they are now with the person they’d known before. He pulls away, hands hard against Samson’s chest. Watching as a smirk plays across Samson’s face, determined this will be the last time, knowing it won’t be.

    Fourth

They clash against each other, but fall together as lovers. Cullen wants too much. Everything is falling apart around him but this, but them. Samson laughs at him, grinning wide. Tells him he's soft. 

But still things crumble, the templars begin using red lyrium, Hawke disappears, and he is left floating, feeling lost, of no use, waiting for a purpose. 

An offer by Cassandra, to join her reforming Inquisition, gives him hope. Lets him believe he may have a new purpose, but he hesitates, worries he is not good enough, that he would compromise the intentions of the order.

Cassandra tells him to have faith, that he can do more good as part of something new, and so he agrees. 

When he tells Samson, he isn't sure how the other man will react, but Samson kisses him softly, not at all like any of the others. It’s filled with all the goodbyes Cullen doesn’t wish to say. He has to tear himself away. To stand back, put distance between them. He chokes his words down. This is no longer his place, he can no longer stay here. Trapped in a life he no longer believes in, stifled under the pressure he places upon himself. He wants to ask Samson to come, but knows he’d decline. Knows, as much as this is not his place, the Inquisition is not Samson’s. 

Neither say anything as he leaves, both expecting it to be the last they see of the other. Cullen hoping it wont.

    Fifth

When Haven is destroyed Cullen can't believe Samson was involved. His heart breaks at the sight, an anger filling him where once love was. He wants so much for it to be a lie. 

He chases Samson down, takes apart all the things Samson has built. A hope clings to him once they find Madox, but hope is not enough. Better to be wrong about him, he thinks, than have false hope. 

They capture Samson, broken and defeated, a shadow of his former self. And when The Inquisitor judges him, he hands him over to Cullen. Tells him to find out what he can, unaware of the pain coursing through Cullen at the words. 

He asks questions but Samson never answers. The silence is too much and Cullen screams inside. He prods at things expecting a reaction, but still Samson says nothing. 

Weeks pass by, each visit shorter than the last, but still he returns, a belief that Samson, too, deserves a second chance as he once had bringing him back. The anger turning to sadness, a want for the intimacy, the love, he thought they could have had. It’s a twisted thing he knows. He starts to fill the silence with things he’d meant to say, words filled with desperation and fear. He tells of the time he spent doubting, believing that this was something he could never have, that they'd never be more, that they would never last. That the life they'd been living was right. 

And Samson turns to him then, eyes hollow. His words slow. He talks of little things, things they already know, but Cullen hangs on every word. 

He frees Samson, because he needs him, because he believes even he deserves more than this.

Samson smiles, but it is not a happy thing.

Cullen holds him, tries to steer him to his new quarters, but Samson stops, forcing Cullen to turn, to question why, but Samson's face is too close, and everything rushes before him. The want and need running together until nothing else matters.

Samson presses closer, kissing Cullen with dry, cracked, lips, like that first kiss that never was.

    Sixth

They fall together, their kisses full of the promises they should have said and kept. Hesitant and unknowing, a brush of lips and nothing more. Cullen mapping each new scar he sees. His heart hammering in his chest, like it’s the first time. Samson smiling into it, a laugh in his breath. Fingertips lightly pressing against skin. 

Everything is new, and nothing feels as it did. Different but better. They still crash against each other, both have days, weeks, when things are dark. But they are fewer and far between. Not fixed but accepting that they weren’t broken to begin with. That they have time now, to get things wrong, to fumble and figure out how to be together, and how to be true to themselves.

    +1

Samson stays with the Inquisition, to try and find his redemption among those he fought against. He knows it will not be easy, that it will never be enough for them. He accepts the truth of it, but still he tries. He follows his orders, takes as much as he is given. 

The Inquisitor orders his men to leave Samson be, but that kindness is too much for most to accept. Instead their eyes follow Samson, never leaving him. No one trusts him, no one wants him here. But he holds his head high. Snears in their direction. Not above scare tactics if that is what it takes. But it gets harder and harder. A song in the back of his mind. He preservers however, refuses to give them the satisfaction of being right once more about him. 

He stands, looking out at the mountains. He knows he's been given a second, third, chance. His last. He knows not to waste it.   

Footsteps sound behind him as Cullen comes towards him, enveloping him in his arms. He feels Cullen's smile against his neck as he kisses him there. Twisting in Cullen's hold, to let the other man press a kiss upon his lips, to kiss down his neck, whisper words against his throat. He grips at Cullen, pulls him closer. He kisses Cullen with his eyes wide open, watching the flush darken on his cheeks. His hands hold Cullen's face, cradling it in his palms. Breaking away only to press his forehead against Cullen’s, to breath in this man he can’t believe thinks he is worth something. A man he thinks deserves more than him, but is glad will settle, who will chide him for thinking so little of himself. They profess their love, in every touch, in every kiss, in every smile they thought they would never get to share. 

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Welcome to FYeah Samson/Cullen, a tumblr dedicated to the ship of Samson/Cullen from the Dragon Age series.

Solo Samson or Solo Cullen posts will be reblogged and tagged as s!Samson and s!Cullen. This blog will also have Red Templar/Lyrium Cullen posts, these will be tagged as rl!Cullen and corruption tw. All NSFW post will be tagged as such. If there is anything else you wish me to tag please send me an ask.

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