Uldren bit Mac's ear hard enough to draw blood, then sucked at the small wound, choosing his words with care. He'd mostly been teasing about everything he'd said of course, but there was a certain appeal to the fantasies. And it made him feel a little less alone to invoke the name of his sister. They were god knows where with only a slim chance of getting home, and his nerves had been at the breaking point most of the day. Any comfort he could get at the moment was welcome.

"I doubt we have enough time for what I'd really like to do, but you have a point. I can certainly get you off easily enough. Might as well make a lot of noise too Mac. We wouldn't want the elf to forget where we are, hmm?"

He sucked at Mac's ear again only to find that the bite had already closed. For a second he was tempted to bite the man again, but didn't. A part of his mind did relax, however, at that blatant sign that Mac's healing abilities still seemed to be working. No matter what else happened, the Guardian would survive and make it back to Mara. That was a weight off his mind that Uldren had desperately needed; leaving his sister alone and without someone she could trust completely had been his greatest fear. As long as Mac could heal, he'd live through getting back home, and he'd be there to protect his sister indefinitely.

Uldren dragged his open mouth down Mac's neck while his hand covered the man's groin. He didn't even try to play around this time. There was a certain amount of desperation in his actions, and more than a little roughness, but it was inevitable considering their situation. Uldren groped Mac shamelessly, squeezing and fondling his erection through the man's clothes. He growled against Mac's neck, scraping the warm skin with his teeth as he debated opening another wound. Both hands were on the man now, fumbling with Mac's pants as he tried to get to skin, sucking and kissing what exposed flesh he could find.

"Touch me Mac . . ."