Uldren just gave both of them a feral smile and tore into more meat. He felt like a bottomless pit, and he'd barely missed two meals! He'd definitely gotten soft working with the Guardian, and if he was soft, Mac probably was too. Once they got home, assuming they ever managed it, he'd make sure they trained their asses off to get back the old edge. At th moment, however, he was perfectly content to watch the elf turn his lover into a tangled mess and fill his belly with hot protein.
Of any kind.
The running translation from Ghost was just a bonus, and he wasn't sure Mac realized yet that he was getting it. All to the good in his opinion. It was more fun to keep the Guardian in the dark in that respect, since he now knew exactly how deeply the man was digging his hole. He eyed Mac for a long moment, finishing his last skewer of meat and tossing the stick into the fire.
"Tell him what I'd do to him Mac. In detail. If you don't, I'll show him with a living model."
There was no doubt just who he'd be stripping and making an example of, and this time, he'd have the added benefit of a welcome audience while he preformed. Uldren was a painfully private person by nature, and anything he cared deeply about was even further off limits. The fact that the elf had spied on himself and Mac was still a disturbing and infuriating invasion of his treasured privacy, but he could ignore that in favor of playing with his Guardian. His perverse need to humiliate and use Mac in all ways was taking precedence over his upset.
Ilormael glanced at the Prince from time to time, making certain that his banter with Mac wasn't an issue. It looked, at the moment, as if their back-and-forth was actually amusing the taciturn predator, which was a plus and made him even more bold. He leaned forward a bit with a mischievous smirk, real curiosity pushing him to ask things he normally wouldn't dare.
"What things? What did he say? He told you to tell me of the things he does, didn't he?"
A shiver of mingled fear and excitement ran down the elf's spine. It was all a game of course but . . . what if it wasn't? Did he really dare to do something like that? Would he survive it? Even watching the men earlier Ilormael had had the feeling there was little holding them back from genuine violence. The brooding one especially was a danger just waiting to strike. It wouldn't take much to change those rough kisses and caresses to fatal blows.
He shivered again and swallowed, his smile faltering just a bit as the fear surged above the excitement momentarily, "He does not sleep with just anyone, does he? You are paired, yes? This is all a game, when it is come to the point . . ." Ilormael's smile slipped just a little more, the growing fear showing faintly in his eyes. He was awfully young still, especially compared to these warrior men, and he'd never actually . . .
Maybe he didn't actually want to know just want the men did to each other after all.
no subject
Of any kind.
The running translation from Ghost was just a bonus, and he wasn't sure Mac realized yet that he was getting it. All to the good in his opinion. It was more fun to keep the Guardian in the dark in that respect, since he now knew exactly how deeply the man was digging his hole. He eyed Mac for a long moment, finishing his last skewer of meat and tossing the stick into the fire.
"Tell him what I'd do to him Mac. In detail. If you don't, I'll show him with a living model."
There was no doubt just who he'd be stripping and making an example of, and this time, he'd have the added benefit of a welcome audience while he preformed. Uldren was a painfully private person by nature, and anything he cared deeply about was even further off limits. The fact that the elf had spied on himself and Mac was still a disturbing and infuriating invasion of his treasured privacy, but he could ignore that in favor of playing with his Guardian. His perverse need to humiliate and use Mac in all ways was taking precedence over his upset.
Ilormael glanced at the Prince from time to time, making certain that his banter with Mac wasn't an issue. It looked, at the moment, as if their back-and-forth was actually amusing the taciturn predator, which was a plus and made him even more bold. He leaned forward a bit with a mischievous smirk, real curiosity pushing him to ask things he normally wouldn't dare.
"What things? What did he say? He told you to tell me of the things he does, didn't he?"
A shiver of mingled fear and excitement ran down the elf's spine. It was all a game of course but . . . what if it wasn't? Did he really dare to do something like that? Would he survive it? Even watching the men earlier Ilormael had had the feeling there was little holding them back from genuine violence. The brooding one especially was a danger just waiting to strike. It wouldn't take much to change those rough kisses and caresses to fatal blows.
He shivered again and swallowed, his smile faltering just a bit as the fear surged above the excitement momentarily, "He does not sleep with just anyone, does he? You are paired, yes? This is all a game, when it is come to the point . . ." Ilormael's smile slipped just a little more, the growing fear showing faintly in his eyes. He was awfully young still, especially compared to these warrior men, and he'd never actually . . .
Maybe he didn't actually want to know just want the men did to each other after all.