Dragon Age - OTA

[spaceswan]

Who: A Guardian named Macklemore Journey, the Illustrious Uldren Sov and OTA
What: Surviving in a foreign land, surviving technology loss.
When: After Origins, before Inquisition
Where: Just outside of Orlais.
Warnings: Possible smut, will be marked as necessary.



"PULL BACK OR WE'LL GO RIGHT IN!"

Probably famous last words or something. After the little diatribe from The Guide (why did so many figures in his life go by titles instead of legitimate names? The Speaker, The Queen, Ghost...) Mac was at least comforted by the knowledge that he wasn't dead and they didn't get crushed into tiny particles by a black hole. Instead of a sudden spatial anomaly it was, evidently, some sort of wormhole that Uldren - stuck up idiot - plowed their ship through. All the fuss over not being allowed to pilot the ship and now they were stuck somewhere without said ship.

Marvelous.

"I'm not taking the blame this time. Oh no. No no no, this time, this time, it was all you!" Mac seethed, bristling briefly before fizzling out. He didn't have the capacity for real anger lasting more than a few moments. Generally he left it up to Uldren to be the irate one. After he was assigned as escort to the high and mighty Prince, things got weird. Then they got heated and now? Well...

Glancing over at the assassin, Mac wondered if Uldren was trained for survival or just all show. They'd never been stranded before. Stuck at outposts on occasion, but never legitimately without transport. Or weapons, Mac observed ruefully. Of course he just had to set his guns aside to lounge more comfortably in the navigator's seat. What an ass thing to do.

Uldren still wasn't talking. That was never a good thing. If the man wasn't being snarky he was being bitter, but he always had something to say. Puffing a sigh and turning away to check his armor over, Mac did a quick inventory and decided he was probably screwed. At least Ghost was still there...

"Have you ever seen so many trees? And there's no debris anywhere...no rusted out cars, no airplane carcasses. This isn't Earth, that's for damned sure...Oh. My. God. Is that a bear?" Mac asked shrilly, scrambling to Uldren's side and shoving several times to get the man to pay attention. In fact, there was a bear in the distance. And some deer, a collection of birds, a rabbit and an open meadow surrounded on all sides by forest. Mac had landed next to a creek when he tumbled ass over head through the portal - fortunately his head wasn't that susceptible to heavy blows, thick as it was.

"Uldren. ULDREN. Where are we? Ghost where are we?"

"I cannot sense The Traveler's Light. I cannot find The Darkness, either. Scans show no signs of Fallen, Hive or Vex activity...I do not know where we are located...I'm not even sure how we still exist."

Well, that wasn't even a little comforting.

"I'm too pretty do die in some weird mystery woodland. Ghost, find a way home--"

"The Guide was very clear. You will get home by traveling there on your own. I cannot make a way back if I don't know where we are."

"Good for nothing chatty Rubic's Cube," Mac muttered, looking at Uldren fretfully. Hopefully the man really didn't blow up and blame him for this...they were definitely going to need each other if--

"I detect human life forms. The signs are faint and distant. On foot it will take several days to find them. the concentration suggests a city. Shall I chart a course?"

"Yeah! Yes. Yeah do that...chart a course...thing...shit. Days? I've never taken days to get anywhere..." Mac complained to himself, reaching up to tug his helmet off, tucking it under his arm as he inhaled the remarkably fresh air. No Hive? No Fallen or Vex or Crota or any other miserable bullshit breathing down the neck of all that was good? He could tolerate the vacation.

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[spaceswan]

"Fine then. Like this," Mac grunted, pushing and pulling and writhing about until he'd fought them both off enough to push Uldren away, then push Ilormael between them. He tucked the elf forward enough that he could touch knees with the Prince. Grabbing the other Awoken's hand, he tugged, pressing it down against the boy-elf's thigh and sliding it up slowly, all while elaning over Ilormael's shoulder to nibble at his ear and whisper.

"You're so scared of him, but he doesn't mean you any harm. He brought you here in the first place because I was so excited to see elves. He's rough, but he's a good man. And I'm going to prove that he's much more interested in you and your well-being than you think."

Green eyes flicked up, glowing bright in the shadows of the shelter, the fire making Mac's usually cool blue skin a warm orange hue. He watched Uldren meaningfully, full lips curving into a slow smile of challenge.

"Suck him off," he said, gesturing lightly with the hand that wasn't guiding Uldren's own palm to the elf's stiff member.

"You want to prove you're not a boogeyman and loosen him up, then go down on him. You and I both know you like it, and you're good at it. You taught me, after all," the Warlock pointed out, smirking at his Prince with a positively devilish expression. why not turn the tables around a bit? After all, if everyone got theirs in the end, it was an evening well spent. That, and the more Mac thought about Uldren snarling around Ilormael's cock while the elf squealed or moaned or whatever he was bound to do, the more the Warlock needed to see it.

Maybe Uldren was having a bad influence on him. Maybe it was a good one? All about perspective, really.

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Being pushed away was absolutely not in the game plan! Uldren snarled and started to grab at the man, something nasty on his tongue to say, then his eyes went wide. Mac had turned himself and the elf around to face him! He stared at the Guardian, then the elf, then the Guardian again, mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out. Then he realized his hand was touching the elf and his eyes zeroed in on Mac's hand holding his in place. His mouth watered and a shiver he didn't try to hide ran through him. It wasn't so much touching someone else that excited him as having Mac try to include him for real in the fantasy he'd put into motion. He really hadn't wanted to do that. What they were doing had been for Mac!

The whispering nearly did him in, even in another language. Mac really didn't ever take the lead, which was usually the way they both preferred it, and having the Guardian do it now was just . . . Uldren bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut as he fought for control. If he lost it now they'd all end up injured, though the elf would get the worst of it, and Mac might never be able to forgive him. When Mac spoke to him, his eyes popped back open and he stared at the man, actually holding his breath in shock.

"Mac!?"

Uldren sounded almost prim, completely shocked, and perhaps even a tiny bit worried. He wasn't exactly gentle, as a rule, and while he wasn't usually cruel giving a blowjob, Mac was a hell of a lot sturdier than the tiny elf they currently had trapped between them. What if he hurt the child? It wasn't safe to let him touch the elf! Although he was currently giving the kid a handjob . . .

Ilormael squawked when Mac moved him, fear making his arousal even more sharp and piercing. What the hell was happening now!? And then suddenly he was staring right at the Prince. The elf stared up and up and shrank back against Mac, one of his hands groping for the man's to cling to, but instead, Mac was moving the Prince's hand on him. He made a strangled sound of fear and need, arching into the touch even as he tried to stay away from the terrifying man.

He watched through slitted eyes as the two men talked, and carried on even more silent communication as their joined hands touched him. Ilormael was panting and squirming and desperate for relief, even if it came from the scary Prince, if only they'd let him finish so he could think again! His hands grabbed weakly at Mac's wrist, the one that was already holding the Prince's wrist, making another connection between the three of them. He looked up with desperate eyes, not caring who answered his plea anymore.

"Please!?"