Dragon Age - OTA

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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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It was close to a compliment as he could remember getting from the Crow and that was more than enough to put Mac into a thrilled frenzy. Lust wasn't something the Guardian experienced in a way Uldren understood. Things were muted, for Mac, tied to important words and actions. He needed to feel the moment, needed to know his own feelings were welcome, which meant riding another person's moods. With the prince, that could get a bit difficult. Theirs was definitely a complicated dance, and the wrong word or action from Uldren would sometimes completely ruin a moment. Just then, the man did everything right and Mac was on him, fire spreading on kerosene.

The warlock accepted that sex was off the table (otherwise they'd already be having it) so he redoubled his efforts, reaching up with one hand to grip a handful of Uldren's hair and tugging with the other hand even as he rolled atop the prince and ground their bodies together with a long, low moan. So they Uldren wouldn't concede to anything else? That was fine, but Mac wasn't about to leave their stolen moment unfinished.

"Hnngg, bite me. Go on, do it...hurry up, before he gets back!" Mac rasped, rolling his hips and pumping his hand between their bodies, working Uldren's cock roughly even as he hid anything they were doing from sight.

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It wasn't often that Mac took the more aggressive role in their loveplay, an it still startled Uldren when it happened. The man's words were barely needed, since his normal reaction to losing control was to lash out, and he sank his teeth into Mac's throat even as he continued to thrust into the painful pumping of that gloved hand. The pain and the taste of blood drove him right to the brink, that combination being such a powerful stimulant he only barely managed not to climax right then. Uldren flexed his jaw as his own hand moved on Mac, driving his teeth in deeper even as the wound tried to heal. He growled loudly, the sound almost a purr as he tasted a fresh spurt of blood.

He and his sister had spent years playing bedgames and very little had been considered out of bounds. Both of them enjoyed being dominated at times, though more often than not it had been Uldren in the more submissive role, and the unique mixture of pain and pleasure had become an addiction to the pair. Over time, they'd pushed all the boundaries they could, and the result was what the Guardian currently had to deal with. Uldren was not a lover for the faint of heart, and he usually gave twice as many bites as kisses, even on a good day. At the moment, plagued by worries and jealousy, all kindness Mac might see would be completely accidental.

Uldren thrashed and squirmed, squeezing and pumping Mac's dick in time with the hand on his own. He continued to growl, moan and bite the Guardian, though he didn't break the skin again; one good taste of blood was enough for the time being and slaked his thirst for revenge.

"Come dammit! Finish already! Now Mac!"

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The warlock didn't need to be ordered twice, his cries muffled only because he had ducked his head against Uldren when the man bit him. It was all part of the strange relationship they shared, the cost of courting the Prince of Crows. It wasn't too high a prince for Mac, who was hardier than most by far, particularly when the reward was so worth it.

He came - quick, brief - gasping for breath and squirming against the other Awoken as he pumped the man harder and faster, knowing there were penalties for not finishing what he started. He needed them both done so he could clean any mess and recover before the elf returned. If he returned. Neither man could know that the hunter had made his way back to camp shortly after leaving, taking his time on the outskirts out of sight because he wanted to see if the two men were liars. He hadn't expect the show he got at all, though he wasn't disappointed.

It certainly wasn't anything he could tell anyone back with the clan, of course. That kind of violent shared passion was extremely private and he felt guilty for even watching, let alone envying it. He had no taste for the ferocious behavior, but the desire the two strangers had for each other was inspirational. Taht said, Ilormael was grateful that they took the time they did. It gave him the freedom to take care of himself as well, silently climaxing out in the rain, hidden among the brambles.

When Mac and Uldren were finally cleaned up and put to rights, the elf sauntered up as though nothing ever happened, tossing a rabbit next to the fire and gesturing that it would be dinner.

Fair payment, he supposed, for a good show.

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Uldren felt Mac let go and followed within seconds, thrusting wildly into the man's hand. The way the rough glove scraped the delicate, sensitive skin of his dick even as he climaxed just made things perfect. It was obviously still hard for Mac to really enjoy causing his lover pain, or rather, to comply with Uldren's demands for it, so having the man keep his glove on was a boon for both of them. It gave him that little bit of pain he absolutely needed to finish, and it meant Mac didn't have to do anything too overt.

Win-win.

He fell back, reaching up to hook a hand around Mac's nape to make sure the man didn't move too soon. Uldren moved his head a bit, lips curling up into a smug, amused smile as he murmured against Mac's warm ear, "Good boy Mac. Don't move much yet, I like having you just like this . . ." His mouth wandered lazily over the Guardian's cheek, jaw and temple, bestowing a combination of licks, sucks and nips.

Of course, it was still cold and wet, and as the euphoria faded, Uldren sighed and gave Mac's jaw one last kiss. He suppressed a shiver and gave the Guardian a "go ahead" gesture to clean them both up with the hand that had been on the man's nape. He sat up as soon as Mac moved and pulled the cloak tight around his shoulders, waiting only long enough for the Guardian to finish with him before he huddled next to the fire. Uldren watched Mac clean himself up with a faint, satisfied smile and slid an arm around the man's waist when Mac came to sit next to him. He sighed with content then looked up as a faint noise came in over the sound of the rain.

The elf actually came back. Huh. Uldren's eyes flicked from the elf, who looked awfully smug, to the rabbit he tossed down and back again. Meat for shelter? It seemed reasonable to him, although he had only the vaguest idea how to cook something like that. As many talents as he had, survivalist skills weren't any of them. In theory, he knew that you had to gut and skin the animal then roast it over a fire, but he'd never actually done something like that.

Instead, he focused on the elf himself, noting just how wet the kid was and how smug that smile he wore. Uldren had a shrewd idea that catching that rabbit hadn't taken the elf all that long, so what had he been doing to get so wet? His mouth slowly curled into a matching smirk as he gazed up with half-closed eyes, looking like a cat that just finished a bowl of cream.

"Mac. Ask the elf where he was all this time. It didn't take him more than five minutes to catch that rabbit, I'm sure of it. He was out there watching us. He was spying on us to see if we were what you said we were." Not that he blamed the kid for taking precautions, since he would have done the same. However,that meant . . . Uldren chuckled softly, the sound somewhere between sinister and satisfied, and gave the elf a feral smile, "The little ass watched us Mac. He watched us fuck, and I'd bet he jerked off to it too. Ask him Mac. Ask him if the show was good enough to impress him, and ask him if he thinks he could survive a session with us."

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"w-what? No! No. Noooo no. I won't do that. Nope. No way. Uldren! That's inappropriate!" Mac sputtered, flapping his hands at the other man and rotating between looking at the elf nervously and looking at Uldren. Ilormael was already looking agitated and uncertain himself. Did they know? Did that ill-tempered Prince see him somehow?

"Uldren, it isn't the right thing to--"

"I was keeping scans of the environment the entire time. I still am, just in case wild animals or other native happen into the area. I can confirm the elf was in fact watching you both," Ghost spoke up over their comms, making it impossible for Ilormael to hear. Meanwhile the elf busied himself with gutting and skinning the hart, tossing strips of meat over stick he placed across the fire. Mostly he was just trying to look uninterested in the two Awoken.

For his own part, Mac tried to look stoic, but really only looked ill for how much he struggled not to look horribly embarrassed. Of course Mac was the infinitely more prudish of the two men, so the idea of being watched by a total stranger was more than a little hard to handle.

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The two men were strange. As the elf tended the meat and the fire while the two strangers argued in their own tongue, he couldn't help but think how very alien they were. There was just no comparison for anything he knew back home. His people weren't like that, not in front of strangers anyway. Although he had a shrewd idea of just what it was they were probably discussing. Ilormael glanced at the quiet and definitely dangerous one once or twice and shivered.

That was a predator, and he didn't like the way he was being examined.

Uldren gave the man a sharp look at Ghost's information. It was one thing to make an educated guess, but quite another to have it confirmed beyond a doubt. The Prince wasn't in the habit of putting on free shows, and what he did with Mac was private. As much as he teased and sometimes even fantasized about adding in one or more people to their current trysting, he wasn't really serious. Mara was something else entirely, and Mac just wasn't the sort to even consider asking someone else to join them. In fact, the man probably never even fantasized about other people.

He growled softly and eyed the elf, torn between the desire to confront the boy and teach him not to spy on a Prince, and amusement at the way Mac was clearly trying to sink into the ground in embarrassment. In the end, he compromised. Uldren snatched Mac back against his side and gave the man a breath-stealing kiss. When he was done, he growled at the elf, fairly sure that at least the tone of his voice would give the boy the message.

"Next time you try to watch me fuck this ass, you better expect to lose your eyes kid. I don't do shows and Mac is too embarrassed to ask for extra lovers. Next time, you ask if you wanna jack off to what I do with him. You understand me?" Uldren's voice left no room for doubt, and even someone who couldn't understand the words would be able to read the tone. He was claiming his territory and making it clear as crystal that he was the top dog. It wasn't politic, but Ilormael wasn't exactly a threat, and the rest of his people would clearly rather have them gone than hunt them down.

It worked.

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"Is he...trying to impress me or...?" Ilormael mumbled to Mac when the Guardian finally recovered from sputtering panic and humiliation. Raising a brow at Uldren, the elf cleared his throat and slowly turned the meat, ignoring the heat in his face at obviously being discovered, even if he couldn't understand the man's words.

"I...it's...It's complicated," Mac whined, eyes misty as he huffed and squirmed and put a hand over Uldren's face, pushing the grasping man away with exaggerated grunting. "He's my lover and a Prince and so much more, and possessive and a real bastard," the Guardian added, turning his head and gripping Uldren's ear, tugging lightly.

"You're mean. Really mean," Mac hissed at the Crow in their normal tongue before turning back to Ilormael and going back to Elven. "He's not bad. I promise you, he's horrible in a lot of ways, but he's the best man I know."

"You must not know many men," Ilormael quipped, and Mac wasn't sure how to take it, laughing in spite of everything and looking at Uldren before huffing softly and leaning in to press a much nicer kiss to the corner of the Awoken's mouth.

"No, maybe not. But I only love this one."

"I see that."

"Saw, hm?"

"Ah...my...apologies. I shouldn't..." the elf mumbled, shaking his head, to which Mac shrugged.

"Forget it. He's all bent because he didn't give you permission, that's all. He's a total pervert. Total. Like inviting you in kind of pervert. I'm really sorry about everyt--"

"Is that common?"

"What?" Mac asked, blinking and looking up as Ilormael looked back to the meat.

"Your people, or you two. Is that what you do? Your relationship is that open? Like Orlesians or something?"

"Oh...I don't know, really," Mac mumbled, looking at Uldren with a shrug. "Why do you ask? Should I tell him you're interested?"

The elf said nothing in reply, turning the meat with a peculiar expression. Surely not, Mac thought, glancing between Ilormael and Uldren, unable to know either man's thoughts. Was the elf disgusted? Intrigued? Was Uldren being spiteful and mean, or did he truly have a curiosity for the elf? And what about his own feelings, Mac mused, looking down at his hands briefly, gloves creaking.

He knew that answer. He'd do anything Uldren wanted, no matter how humiliating, because he loved it, which was embarrassing on it's own and yet thrilling all the same.

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Uldren growled and snapped at the Guardian's fingers as Mac pushed, tugged at and insulted him, but he wasn't seriously trying to do damage. He wondered what the hell the two were saying, but the sweet kiss and Mac's continued closeness made the annoyance of not understanding bearable. Mostly anyway.

His eyes flicked between the two, but stayed on Mac for a long moment when the man looked down at his hands. Uldren frowned a little, knowing that expression for what it was. It aways made him feel a bit guilty when he saw Mac struggling over being together with him. There was so much that he considered necessary in an enduring relationship that just wasn't any sort of normal, and the Guardian would turn himself inside out to provide what he wanted. That wasn't fair and Uldren knew it, but when he had the man's warm body pressed close, he just could't stop himself. He cared about the idiot, more than anyone else but Mara, and as long as Mac was willing to stay by his side, he'd make the most of it.

"Mac. I wasn't really serious ok?" Uldren whispered in his lover's ear, his arm warm and firm around the man's waist, "I wouldn't make you sleep around with some stranger, but I know you'd do it if I asked. You don't have to worry, alright?" He nuzzled Mac's temple, words heartfelt and soft and meant only for his partner. Only if Mac really wanted to do something with the elf, or anyone else for that matter, would Uldren consider the possibility. He secretly treasured the naivety and innocence of his lover, despite how fucked up their relationship was, and he wouldn't ruin that for something stupid. Of course, that didn't mean he might not bring people in in the future for his own reasons . . .

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For a few moments Mac was allowed to enjoy genuine tenderness and affection, which were the things he most looked forward to. Fortunately, though Uldren largely seemed to avoid such displays, Mac cherished every one. That time was no different and Ilormael blushed to play witness to something obviously more private than the earlier passion.

"No no, stay, of course. You brought food and you're soaked to the bone!" the Guardian protested, waving a hand and inhaling deeply. "The meat smells amazing. You should stay and eat. I promise, you're safe with us."

The elf glanced up again, flicking his eyes between the two.

"Am I? Or just safe with you..."

Mac blinked twice, looking between Uldren and the elf before shaking his head.

"You're safe," the Guardian insisted, gesturing vaguely. "I don't even know if he's interested in you, but he wouldn't like...force himself on you. And he wouldn't make me do anything. I'm pretty sure he's got his own worries. He wouldn't want to do anything unless I wanted to as well. Consent is...well. Complicated. It's all complicated bu--"

"So you're saying I'm safe so long as you aren't interested. So what if you were?"

"What? B-but I'm just trying to say--"

"Are you interested?"

"What?"

"In me. Are you?" Ilormael asked archly, looking up from the cooked meat as he moved it away from the flames.

"I'm. I can't answer that," Mac floundered, licking his lips and looking to Uldren for some kind of help before he remembered the Awoken couldn't understand.

"So you don't find me attractive?" the elf baited, and Mac squeaked.

"Of course I do!"

"Is it because I'm an elf?"

"What? No! I've never even seen a real elf before you! I didn't even know they were real! They're just stories where I'm from!"

"So it's not a racial fetish?"

"No!"

"But you do find me attractive?" the elf asked, barely hiding his smirk, nostrils flaring in his efforts not to laugh at how fun it was to flustered the other man, even if he was risking angering the prince. So what? What could they do with no weapons and no stealth to get the drop on him? He could disappear in a whisper - if he wanted to.

"Yes of course!" Mac cried in response, unaware he was getting strung along in the elf's mischief.

"Your majesty," Ghost spoke up in only Uldren's comm. "Mac is having some difficulty with the elf. The elf seems to be....teasing him? Trapping Mac in his own words and implications. It may be prudent to intervene. Or not. I only thought you should know what was going on," the companion remarked, and then immediately began translating everything for Uldren as well, lending the convenience, even if Uldren might not be able to speak the language, he could at least know everything said.

"So if you wanted me, there would be no stopping him, right?" the elf asked, arching a brow and holding out meat on sticks to both men. Mac simply held his in stunned helplessness.

"It...it isn't like that! I wouldn't do anything you didn't want to!"

"So if I did want to, you'd what?"

"Wanted to what? Wanted to what!?" Mac squawked, flailing wildly, caught up in the heat of the moment.

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Even without Ghost's help Uldren had been able to figure out what was going on, more or less anyway. If nothing else, he recognized his own smug smile on the elf's face. So the kid was twisting Mac up with teasing, good for him! It was amusing to watch them actually, and once he had the translation, it was even funnier.

Uldren tore into his meat hungrily and tried not to choke on his smothered laughter. The exchange between the two was rather hilarious, and interesting. He couldn't read the elf as easily as he could Mac, so he wasn't entirely certain whether there was any truth behind the banter on the boy's side. As far as the Guardian was concerned, it was entirely possible that the man was developing an attraction for the elf, simply because everyone around him was forcing him to think about it. Once he finished his own meat stick, Uldren took Mac's, since he was flailing around with it and wasn't actually eating it himself, and the Prince was starving.

"This meat needs salt, but at least it's hot. And if you keep thrashing around like that Mac, I'll strip you naked and let the elf have his way with you. I think you'd enjoy sucking his dick, even though you keep protesting you can't decide if you want him." He winked at the elf and held out his hand for more meat. Unlike Mac, he couldn't live on Light.

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"WHAT? WHAT NOW YOU'RE ON HIS SIDE?!" Mac cried, though whether it was for the elf or Uldren the two could only guess, since Mac was gawking at them both and looking absolutely stricken.

"CAN WE NOT RIGHT NOW?!" Mac finally croaked at Uldren, opening both palms and raising them in a helpless gesture. "Really?1 REALLY?! Come on! Why do you always start talking like this?! If your people knew how crazy you are they've be horrified! And you!" he gasped, wheeling around and pointing at Ilormael, who drew back slightly with a grin and raised hands in a gesture of surrender.

"You're doing this on purpose!"

"I don't know what you mean."

"You're teasing me!"

"Teasing implies attraction."

"NO IT DOESN'T!"

"So I'm not attractive."

"I DIDN'T SAY THAT!"

"So I am. He said I am just now," the elf chimed, looking at Uldren and pointing to Mac, who stared in disbelief. How had it come to this? What? What? Did jerking off in the brambles make the man's balls drop or something?

"HEY COME ON!"

"Come on and what? I'm only making conversation."

"No seriously! He's serious! Uldren is serious! He does those things!"

"What things?"

Mac paused, remembering the elf couldn't understand, and hurriedly waved both hands, buttoning his mouth. No way was he telling the man what Uldren had said. No way. NO. Nevermind if the whole thing had resulted in a very confused half boner. That was what happened when you were conditioned to expect sex where arguments happened.

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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.

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"Yes he does, if he wants. He's the prince!" Mac hissed, waving both hands at the elf with a pleading expression. Ilormael's fear was making Mac worry, particularly because he knew how much Uldren liked that tang in his partners. A little fear spiced things up and Mac was scared, too. Confused boner aside, Uldren was being particularly predatory and it was never an easy thing for the Guardian to resist. Without any professional capacity keeping Mac responsible, he didn't have the usual inhibitions reminding him not to give in.

Not a good thing when trying to protect others from Uldren's curious tastes!

"Paired doesn't mean exclusive and it doesn't bear any relevance to someone's tastes! He likes things you can't even imagine and he's always pretty eager to look for ways and excuses to exercise his ability to fulfill his hungers. And I'm not a very good person to look to for help," Mac admitted, pursing his lips a bit and ducking his head with an embarrassed look.

"I like it. I like his chaos and everything about him, and I'm not a good enough man to tell him no more than once. If he's insistent, I'm not one to resist. So unless you really want to start something, don't keep pushing, Ilormael," the Guardian warned, inhaling deeply and debating precisely what to tell and what not. How much would satisfy Uldren? How little would result in the Prince holding true to his word? Did Mac want to do what he was told? Which was more rewarding? Obedience or the punishment?

"He bites. He claws, he spanks. He pulls hair. He likes it when it hurts, when you're hurt, when he's hurt. Doesn't matter. He's dark and he's violent and love humiliating people. Heck, he even does it to people he's not trying to woo, or whatever. You should have seen how hateful he was when we first met! And he's creative and maybe a little demented and he likes coming up with newer, meaner things to do. He's walked me around on a leash before in front of his sister, okay? There's literally nothing he won't do if he thinks he'll enjoy it in that moment."

Ilormael listened, eyes widening as he glanced over at Uldren in equal parts wonder and horror. Mac knew that look - he felt the same way fairly often.

"So he'd do those things? Just like that in front of someone else?" the elf asked and Mac nodded emphatically.

"Absolutely. Especially in front of someone else! He'd take you in and make you part of it if he knew you wanted in. He doesn't care about...prudence, or anything."

"Your people are very strange..."

"It's mostly just him," Mac grumbled, jutting his chin slightly.

"But...you allow it. You accept it?"

"Like it, even, so yeah, I guess we're awfully strange."

"Are you two running from your people?" the elf asked suspiciously and Mac shook his head slowly.

"No. I promise you, he actually very much wants to return home. I'm a decorated hero and he's actually much loved by his people. Well...respected, anyways."

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He chuckled, the sound as much amused as predatory. Maybe it was being stuck on a planet and left with only his own two hands for protection and offense, but he was feeling much more like a beast than he usually did. Seeing Mac essentially freak the hell out over when he was being forced to say, and who he was saying it to, was making him really ridiculously happy. It was funny. He could actually see the struggle Mac was going through and it tickled him. The man was torn over wanting the unthinkable to happen, and protecting the elf.

It just made him want to stir the pot some more.

Uldren listened to Ghost's running translation, meeting the elf's eyes when he glanced over and nodding ever so slightly. Mac was doing a good job of putting out exactly the sorts of things he expected during sex, and the mixture of fear and excitement in the boy's eyes was promising. It still wasn't any sure thing that they'd all end up in bed together, figuratively speaking, but it was looking a lot more likely. And Uldren had a feeling Mac was getting painfully worked up over being forced to say things that were so intimate, which really made him want to push things further.

He leaned over, one warm hand resting temporarily on Mac's upper thigh before he let it slip between the man's legs. Uldren casually groped his lover, resting his chin on the man's shoulder as he smirked at the elf, "Good boy Mac. Unfortunately, I think I see some interest in the elf's eyes. I don't have to ask if all this sex talk has had an effect on you, since I can feel just how hard you are, but do you think he's closer to wanting to go a round with us, or to run?" He massaged Mac's dick absently, his own starting to get hard now, "Have you decided whether you wanna have some company or not lover? This time, I wouldn't mind having him watch . . ."

Ilormael's eyes went very wide when the Prince moved closer to Mac, especially when the man's hand moved to . . . Oh dear. That wasn't just playing with words, and it wasn't just teasing. The man was either making a real move on Mac, or he was asserting some kind of dominance play. Either way, it was more than Ilormael was comfortable seeing and his cheeks flushed painfully as he dropped his eyes. Now was the real deciding moment. Was it all just words, or did he plan to make it into action? It was true that he could probably run before the Prince could tackle him, but he wasn't sure he wanted to test that theory. Whatever the man was back home, here he seemed to be little better than a wolf, maybe even a mad wolf . . .

[spaceswan]

"He ought to run if he knows what's good for him, but we seldom do," Mac mumbled, sighing softly and relaxing under the Prince's hands. His cock was rigid behind the tight fabrics and armors of his breeches, but even the best tailors in the tower hadn't quite figured out how to fully contain and erection and Uldren's fingers found the Warlock easily enough. The man had Mac turned to putty in moments, those dazzling green eyes that hazy, half-focused way they got when he switched off Guardian-mode and slithered into another skin reserved for Uldren.

Ilormael watched it all in horrified fascination, curious that there seemed to be no magic in use, no mind-control in place and yet Mac was losing himself effortlessly in the moment. Was that what it was like? All his time spent in the clan and camp had been extraordinarily chaste. It wasn't encouraged to seek relations where matches hadn't been made. Dalish elves were so few, they couldn't really waste time on couplings that wouldn't produce young, which meant when you had tastes leaning away from the women of the tribe, you weren't in good company.

He wondered, certainly. But was it madness to reach out to strangers? Other people did it. Camp mates for a night, people sharing their own heat by the fire, chance meetings. He'd heard of and read about such things. Was it exclusive to certain kinds of people or was a Dalish allowed a secret in a rainstorm?

A pity he couldn't speak the Awoken tongue, or that the prince couldn't understand his own. Maybe Uldren would have understood the mumbled words lost in a sigh, "I don't imagine an untried Dalish would appeal, I'm afraid."

Of course, he didn't know about the little creature translating everything, speaking up and making clear his words to the predatory prince.

[princereefcrow]

Having Mac melting against him was exactly what he wanted. Uldren continued to fondle the man as he watched the elf watching them. Whether it was because the boy was still young or because he'd gotten better at reading the fairly controlled face, he couldn't have said, but he could read the confusion and longing there. It bothered him that he was essentially seducing a child, and seducing him with promises of things that weren't normal even by the most liberal standards. Did he have that right? Was he tempting the elf with something he really wanted, or was it just the complete and utter depravity that was appealing to him?

When did he start caring about what his actions did to other people? Was it Mac? Was the man's ridiculous conscience rubbing off on him? Or was it because th elf was so young? Someone so young and apparently naive, he would be taking advantage if he let the boy join them. On the other hand, Ilormael had been spying on their little tryst, and he'd jerked off to it as well. Was that because it was just sex, because it was two men, or because it was so violent and passionate? Or was there another reason completely? Uldren just didn't know, and he really didn't want to sit around and think about moral dilemmas. That was something Mac could do later. He was going to indulge himself in his usual depravities.

And Ghost's last translation just clenched his decision.

"Mac, talk to the elf. I think he genuinely wants to come over here and I'm sure I scare the piss out of him." He murmured in the Guardian's ear, squeezing the man's dick rather hard to be felt through the layers of clothing, "Talk to him Mac. Tell him he's welcome, even if he doesn't end up doing anything."

[spaceswan]

The Guardian nodded slowly, reluctant to do as he was told simply out of fear of everyone misreading everything, but he did what he was told, mushing through the language with pointers from Ghost whenever he messed up - which was more than usual, with Uldren distracting him so much. He nearly doubled over with the squeezing, green eyes squinting in half pleasure, half pain.

"I-Ilormael?" he croaked, reaching down with both hands and pulling Uldren away long enough for him to at least talk without sounding like a drowning animal.

"Hm?" the elf responded, looking up curiously before coloring faintly at Mac's heated expression and Uldren's scrutiny. What was this about?

"He thinks...the prince thinks you're trying to pretend you aren't interested and wants to know why you would deny yourself company...in...in this weather..." Not entirely true, not entirely a lie. It was an easy, neutral space for him to venture, letting everyone sound like their agendas were valid without being more important than the other. That was his intention, at any rate, and while the elf looked suspicious, he eventually relented. Mac had been understanding and kind where Uldren had not. They were the two faces of the same coin, in Ilormael's view. But Mac asked, and really, what harm was there in the telling? After that night they likely wouldn't ever meet again.

"My people are few. We...couple based on necessity more than romantic interest. Having more children is more important than what your tastes may be." Mac nodded slowly, glancing at Uldren with a faint smile. Yeah...he remembered being the odd one out, afraid his tastes weren't right somehow. apparently this kid wasn't much into the idea of a wife by necessity. The odds of meeting one another were astronomically low...so why not say as much?

"The odds of us meeting were astronomically low," he pointed out, repeating his thoughts. "Don't you think it would be senseless to pass up an opportunity presented to you by some alignment of the stars? A god's hand in it...who knows?"

"What if it's a test? What if I'm supposed to resist temptation in favor of the clan?" the elf asked, distressed by the thought, and Mac shrugged, shaking his head.

"Well, if you fooled around with us, when we've no plans to settle, were you planning on suddenly forsaking your clan and striking out on your own in pursuit of hot men like yours truly?" the Guardian quipped, thumbing at himself and earning the elf's helpless laughter.

"Good heavens, no!"

"Then what kind of test would that be? Isn't it more likely that some benevolence in the world is giving you a chance to have what you want before you're required to do your honorable duty or some such?"

"You sound like a desire demon probably sounds," the elf frowned, and Mac huffed a sigh and shrugged.

"Well, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to convince you I'm not, but look. He says you're welcome here. Even if you don't do anything, you can just stay and watch if you want, but when he says you're welcome, that usually means you're invited. So...that's up to you. You want to do something, he said it's fine. And...I guess I'll admit, I'm not opposed. It's not even him being pushy, I just don't feel disinclined to anything right now. In fact, I invite you, too. But we're probably gonna end up doin' the do, so if you are freaked out, you're gonna have to like...plug your ears and close your eyes, because we're not that shy about each other," Mac explained, gesturing vaguely to Uldren's grabby hands with a wry look.

"He thinks he scares you and that's why you don't want to, uh...explore more interesting ways of getting warmer. If it's not the case and you are interested, I encourage you to just...say fuck it, and stop sitting on that side of the fire. That's all I can really say about it," he finished, looking at Uldren and shrugging, unsure if what he said was sensible, encouraging or just fell flat. For his part, all he cared about was getting a deeper run on what they'd already started.

[princereefcrow]

He was still getting a word-for-word translation of what was being said from Ghost, but he wasn't about to let Mac know that. It was too much fun to give up that little secret, at least at the moment. He even suffered having his hand shoved aside to allow Mac a bit more mental ability in finding words for the elf. He listened with some surprise at the way the man chose to go about inviting the elf to join them, but he'd given the job of getting Ilormael to Mac, so he wasn't going to interfere. He also couldn't speak directly to the kid, so anything he might have said would have been filtered anyway.

Uldren leaned against Mac as the Guardian and the elf talked, his chin still resting on the man's shoulder and an arm around his waist. He watched Ilormael struggle with what was being offered and was tempted just to make everything moot. It would be so easy to snatch the boy and drag him into an embrace! Once in their hands he doubted the elf would try to run, if for no other reason than pride, and he could certainly restrain himself enough not to terrify a virgin. Well, he could restrict himself to doing those questionable things only to Mac anyway. He mumbled in his lover's ear, eyes still firmly on the elf.

"Mac, would he be more scared if we ignored him for a bit? Maybe if we just got started . . ." Uldren shrugged a little and bit the man's ear, drawing blood, "I can hold back with the elf himself, but I'm not in the mood to wait for forever before I get some relief. I think you've talked enough."

Ilormael was still having an internal debate, but he didn't miss it when the Prince turned his head and bit Mac's ear. He winced, knowing that the bite wasn't gentle or playful, at least not by any standards he knew. He had a feeling the man had drawn blood, but Mac didn't make any move to complain or protest, which only confused him more. Did the two enjoy hurting each other? What he'd seen before had been rough, but not exactly violent, not to the point where blood was being spilled, but was that an anomaly? Was it more often that Mac was genuinely hurt? And did the man really like it that way?

He swallowed, wanting to look away, but he just couldn't seem to move, "What . . . what would I be doing? Does he . . . Will he hurt me too?"

[spaceswan]

A wince and sigh was all the fight Mac put up as far as the bite went. He was getting to that point, that zone, where all that mattered was pleasure. The pain was all part of it, part and parcel in a relationship with Uldren. The elf's question drew his attention back enough for him to smile, shaking his head slowly.

"No. Not if it really, really isn't what you want. He'd do some things, but he's not...he's not evil, Ilormael. He's wicked, but he's no less a hero to his people than I am. We're maybe unusual as a pair and our preferences lend themselves to deviance, sure. But...what are you gonna do?" he asked, shrugging with a crooked smile. "It's love."

That was the truth of it. They were crooked pins, but together, they matched up. They fit. Where the rest of the world fit into their lives was questionable, but for the moment they were looking to make a little space for someone else.

"If you want him to, he will though. He doesn't hold back. But it doesn't have to be like that. I'm not like that. He likes being hurt, too, but I don't like doing it, personally. I do it because he likes it. As for what you'd be doing? Well...what would you wanna do, I guess is the real question. Watch? Participate? Are you looking to try? You can ask him questions, too, you know? I'll translate. Honestly, at this point I think he and I are all in and we're just waiting on you."

[princereefcrow]

Uldren was beyond impatient by this point. As much as he wanted to be kind to the elf, now that he'd started and made a decision on just how far he was going to allow things to go, he wasn't in the mood to wait. While Mac and the kid continued to talk things to death, he busied himself with getting the Guardian's clothes off. It would be rather evil of him to strip Mac completely, but he still had all that banked frustration from their previous disagreement that was still eating at him.

The man needed to be punished.

His hands moved with practiced ease over Mac from behind, undoing clasps and buckles and zippers while the man wasted time and breath on trying to convince the elf he was safe. No one was ever really safe, especially with him. As much as he was willing to tone himself down when dealing directly with the elf, all this talking was driving him crazy. At least Mac wasn't fighting him over the clothes, because that would have triggered a very decisive and violent reaction that might well drive the elf off for good. It also bothered him to hear Mac say he didn't like causing his lover pain. Just because he knew the Guardian had issues didn't mean he liked to be reminded of it so blatantly. Of course, when the Guardian told the elf to speak to him directly, Uldren paused, turning his attention back to the cute but hesitant elf, hands caught in Mac's open shirt.

Ilormael just didn't understand. How could Mac be so nice and seem so trustworthy, but say that he welcomed being hurt by the Prince? How was that any kind of love? It wasn't as though most of his people's pairings ever included love, since it was duty that dictated who ended up with whom, but there was usually at least tolerance. If one was lucky, there was at least friendship, or even faint affection, but almost never love. And certainly not of the kind that Mac seemed to be talking about.

He shivered and inched just a tiny bit closer to their side of the fire, equally balanced between fear and need, and tried to ignore the fact that the Prince was trying to strip his lover to the skin rather roughly. Again, Mac made no real effort to protest his treatment; in fact, it was painfully obvious the man enjoyed being used rather like a life-sized doll. Before meeting these two, Ilormael had never even remotely thought of such a forbidden thing, but now that he was confronted with it, he couldn't help wondering if it would feel as good to him to be used that way. Maybe not so hurtfully, but a little roughness . . . Was it just the power the two men had? The fact that they were both so much stronger than he and could literally do whatever they wanted with him was the main reason he still hesitated. Words were not actions, and what was to say that they'd treat him kindly once they had hands on him?

Still, his body at least had made a decision, and it wouldn't be long before it was obvious to his fireside companions. Ilormael chewed his lip as he tried to work up the courage to speak, then his eyes went wide at Mac's suggestion he speak directly to the Prince. His jaw fell open a little as his eyes flew to the face of that intimidating fellow, meeting eyes that actually glowed back at him. He gulped and stared into those golden eyes, an unexpected wave of lust crashing through him and making him tremble. If he didn't know better, he'd think the man had the power to induce that reaction in people!

"D-Don't hurt me!" The words were startled out of him by the intolerable situation and Ilormael flushed painfully, but he continued to meet the Prince's eyes, "I would . . . I would like . . ." He swallowed audibly and closed his eyes, speaking quickly, "I would like to come closer! If . . . If I may?" Ilormael opened his eyes, giving Mac a pleading look, "Perhaps not your threatening master, but maybe we two . . ."

[spaceswan]

All the undressing was so normal to Mac that he didn't realize it was happening until Ilormael's roaming eyes made him aware and self-conscious. He'd tried tugging his robes closed again but Uldren's hands were too clever, yanking and sliding and generally making it pretty impossible to worm away. Not that he cared all that much; between the two of them and the fire he was warm enough and dry enough t tolerate being stripped bare, if Uldren wished it.

However, Mac was started out of his internal debates, struck by the elf's outburst and admittance. Green eyes widened before flicking over his shoulder at the prince, smiling warmly and shrugging.

"He's scared of you," Mac remarked needlessly, chuckling softly even as he blushed a bit, baffled that someone would suggest him as a preference over the Prince. Pretty bold, he thought, and maybe not the most quality decision, but Mac failed to see much value in himself when compared to the company he kept.

"He's asking about he and I. That's up to you, my prince," the Guardian purred, smiling lazily, entirely content now that the elf was in good company and a fine mood and Uldren was fit to get his. Things were turning out better than expected. "I accept any decision you make." And he fully intended to. He expected Uldren to make whatever decision was best and most rewarding for all involved, still able to be diplomatic, even if he wasn't as good at it as his sister. Mac was willing to do just about anything at that point and there was little doubt left for Uldren, who by then knew the Guardian well enough to know when he'd flipped the switch entirely.

[princereefcrow]

Of course he knew what Mac and the elf had been saying and he almost gave himself away. Uldren had his mouth open to snap that he knew the kid was scared of him, but he caught himself just in time. He gave a slight jerk of his head, annoyance still foremost in his mind, but then Mac gave him that look. The frustration melted from his expression as the Guardian smiled and purred at him. He smirked slowly and kissed the man, mouth hungry and demanding as his hands started to tug at Mac's clothes again. For a few moments he forgot about their audience entirely, lost in the pleasure of devouring his lover's mouth with a silent promise to do the same to the rest of him.

When he finally lifted his head, Uldren glanced at the elf, who'd come just a little closer while he and Mac were distracted. The boy froze again when their eyes met, but the mixture of fear and lust in the elf's eyes was more than he could ignore. He sighed and nudged Mac a little, flashing the elf a crooked smile.

"Mac, stop thinking about your dick for a minute and bring the elf over. Look at his eyes. He can't make the last step himself and you're right, I scare him. Reach for him Mac, he needs a hand."

[spaceswan]

"I wasn't thinking about my dick," Mac protested idly, grinning in that infuriatingly cocky way he sometimes had. when he understood what Uldren intended his pink tongue brushed over his lips, green eyes sliding towards Ilormael, who hovered at the edge of their space, conflicted. As much by his own self-interest as Uldren's order, Mac reached out, hand upturned and fingers slightly curled inward.

"Come on. No one should waste an opportunity they may regret wasting," he reasoned, the elf's chest rising and falling rapidly as his hands shook, eyes widening. Ilormael looked like a man trying to ramp himself up before leaping off a cliff. Mac knew personally what that felt like, literally and figuratively, and reached out to cup his hand over one of the elf's. He didn't say anything, just looked and waited, ignoring Uldren for the moment, intent on proving to Ilormael that he wouldn't be ignored in favor of Mac and Uldren's preexisting connection. The elf responded in kind with wary movements, scooting slightly closer until Mac was able to raised his hand and cup to elf's face. He didn't glance back at Uldren, needing the elf to recognize that it wasn't all just a show for the Prince. It was for all of them, equally, if they were taking hose leaps together.

Powder blue lips met the golden-tanned mouth of the elf and for a moment it was stillness, neither one breathing out of fear of one thing or another, their reasons different but the result the same. Ilormael stopped squeezing his eyes closed after a moment, opening them with a confused expression, unsure what was happening, only to find the reason that Mac had stilled was that he was simply waiting for the elf to stop panicking. Their eyes met, briefly, Mac smiled into the kiss and then closed his own eyes, moving his mouth far more sensually against Ilormael's until the elf stopped trembling and attempted to return the kiss.

They stayed like that for a long time, Mac held by Uldren, clothes falling away while the Guardian helped ease the elf closer through the touch of their mouths. Before long Ilormael had crept in and closed the distance without even realizing it, his leatherclad and lightly armored body pressed chest to chest with Mac's, lured closest once Mac started gently running his fingers through the hair at the elf's nape. It was, perhaps, the first time Uldren was able to see what sort of person Mac might have been, had the Prince's tastes run somewhat less aggressive. The Guardian was a naturally gentler and more sensual individual. Good bait, certainly, for the sorts of traps Uldren liked to lay. At the least he was infinitely better at easing a person into something than the Prince was.

[princereefcrow]

He'd known that once he put the idea in Mac's head, it was only a matter of time before the man actually wanted to sleep with the elf. At first it had been mostly a joke, but as time wore on, it had appealed to him more and more. It wasn't as if he had access to innocents on a daily basis, because while Mac might be very naive at times he was never really innocent in most senses, and the elf was rather attractive, if younger than he would usually consider sleeping with. Although he was guilty of a great many crimes against humanity and was truly a monster, he had never raped children and didn't intend to start. But the elf wasn't really a child in anything but years and they could both see that. And Ilormael wanted what they were offering. He might not understand just what he was going to get, but he definitely wanted it, which made a great deal of difference.

Uldren was careful to keep all of his movements slow and non-threatening as Mac coaxed the elf closer, undoing the Guardian's clothes with practiced ease and exposing that very attractive body, but he never once took his eyes off the elf. This time, however, his own weren't in the least threatening, and he was careful to keep a slight smile of his face. And it wasn't the wolf's hungry grin he'd worn earlier; no, it was something much more gentle, if touched by self-mockery. He knew better than anyone that the only people in the universe who would ever look at him with anything but fear were Mac and Mara. It was a shame sometimes, like now, but it was the life he'd chosen and he wouldn't change a thing.

The show itself, once the elf finally came within reach, was more than enough to heat his blood enough so that he could finally forget the cold. Watching Mac seduce someone was a unique pleasure he'd never really thought about experiencing before, though now that he had, they'd have to replicate it. Often. In varied circumstances and with multiple partners. There was something so deliciously wrong about baiting an outsider with Mac's genuine care and then springing him on them after they were in too deep to escape. He wouldn't hurt them of course, that was for Mac alone unless the situation was extraordinary, but he would certainly have his turn eventually and even on his best days, he was never anything less than rough.

Still, those thoughts were for a future that was anything but sure and Uldren turned his attention back to the present, switching his hold on the Guardian to allow the elf to press in close. He trailed his fingers up and down Mac's sides as the two kissed, brushing against the elf now and then as if accidentally, trying to help accustom Ilormael to being touched and to feeling more relaxed. It was amazing the patience that Mac was displaying in luring the boy in. Certainly Uldren had patience for his own games, but he never could have seduced someone like his lover was, it just wasn't in him to be that gentle and restrained. Sitting behind Mac and just watching was barely within his abilities, and his control was quckly running out as his body demanded access to one or both of them. It was heady stuff, watching someone who was completely his essentially "cheat" with someone he also lusted after, but it was still enjoyable for all the frustration it caused.

Ilormael forgot everything when he finally managed to close his eyes and relax against Mac, everything except for the way his body was reacting to those gentle hands and that warm mouth. He didn't really know what to do, or where to put his own hands, but eventually he settled for laying them lightly on Mac's shoulders. It seemed like the best place, since the Prince's hands were moving over the man just about everywhere else. He was grateful for the warmth of Mac's body through his clothes and armor, although he wondered what it would feel like to be pressed skin-to-skin, since the Prince had so considerately opened the man's shirt to expose Mac's chest. He wasn't that comfortable though, not with the Prince still there behind his gentle teacher.

Every time he thought of the other man, the elf tensed for a few moments, despite the distraction that Mac's tongue was providing him. He'd never known you put your tongue into someone's mouth to kiss, but after the initial shock it felt good, and Mac was sweet about showing him what to do with his own actions. As long as he could forget about the Prince he'd be fine, but every now and then a hand that definitely didn't belong to Mac touched him, and it brought his nerves right back to the forefront of his mind. Of course, the hands weren't mean, and what he could feel through his gear was actually rather pleasant, but it scared him to think of being at the mercy of that predator. Surely Mac knew that and would keep the Prince away from him, wouldn't he? The man wouldn't throw Ilormael to the Prince once he was so worked up he couldn't protest . . . would he?

Remembering the worshipful way Mac had looked at the Prince, and the man's own words about their deviant relationship, he really wasn't sure that Mac would protect him if the Prince asked for a turn. That thought made him shudder and moan and press closer to Mac, too deep in their web to escape, but still too scared to fully give himself up to the possible pleasure. Ilormael's hands clenched on Mac's bare shoulders, sharp nails digging into the warm skin as he prayed fervently that he'd survive this foolish indulgence and live to see the dawn. Why had he ever come back to their fire? Was it really worth the consequences to warm himself, even temporarily, at their fucked-up hearth?

[spaceswan]

Were the Guardian a mind-reader he might have had more misgivings about the whole thing. He wasn't completely without his honor and goodness, and if he really believed the elf were against something, Mac would have stood up to Uldren in a heart beat. Love and lust weren't good enough reasons to succumb to absolute darkness. Fortunately for them all, Uldren had more Light in him than he was ready to admit; Mac was pretty positive even the prince would stop himself before truly harming someone that didn't want it. At the end of the day, Mac trusted Uldren.

All those concerns aside, Mac was enjoying himself more than he'd expected! It was a world of difference, playing the submissive, willing participant to the Crow's needs and being the seducer in a more archaic setting. He'd never imagined himself being the one to draw someone to himself in such a way, and he had to account it to Uldren's teachings, really. Mac knew his own inexperience would have made it all a lot more difficult, but the prince's efforts had made him infinitely more confident. At least enough to make the occasional first move, and it paid off.

For his own part, Ilormael was comforted by everything Mac did. Cool fingers touching his face, his throat, warm hands cupping his cheeks and Mac's tongue gently caressing and probing. The Awoken never pushed too much, never tugged or yanked. He coaxed, certainly, but the elf didn't mind being guided closer to the other man, and when he finally fell against Mac's chest, he regretted coming fully dressed. Still, when was a good time to broach the subject of clothing? Was it rude? Should he not be wearing anything? Was that too much too fast? Occasional wary glances at Uldren complicated things. unlike Mac, Ilormael didn't know the first thing about the prince, and trusting him was...difficult. It wasn't until Mac caught one of those glances that the guardian really understood, and he did the only thing he could think to.

"Don't worry," he gasped against the elf's lips after breaking a long, breath-stealing kiss. "We're not going to make you do anything you don't want. I promise. But you have to speak up. You have to tell us..." he murmured in Dalish before turning his head a bit and narrowing his yes at Uldren, expression pure sex at that point.

"I'll do anything you both want," he told the Prince, breath coming in long, hot whispers. A hand reached out, cupping behind Uldren's neck before gripping the hair painfully tight at the base of the man's skull.

"We brought him into this," Mac warned, green eyes hazy with want as he leaned back against Uldren even as he let Ilormael rest against him. "But until he knows what he wants done to him, just use me as an example. If you get jealous, just punish me for it later," the Guardian grinned, craning his neck to run his tongue over Uldren's lips.

"You're the Prince, Uldren. We're the actors, but you need to direct the show. Participate if you like, just don't be a tyrant until he's deep enough that he doesn't want to go back. I can take it. One or two, doesn't matter. There isn't a challenge I can't meet, as long as you're there," he rumbled, letting the prince go and reaching up with both hands to caress Ilormael's jawline before tracing his fingertips up those long ears. He was so gentle, to light, treating them like any other potentially erogenous zone, seeking to arouse and comfort the elf before carefully giving little experimental tugs to the scout's clothes, clearly asking him to either undress himself or let himself be undressed.

Mac was absolutely determined to see them all satisfied, come hell or high water.