That red veil was slipping quickly back into place. "Fucking pansy," Marc growled. "S'all you can think of, isn't it. Taking it up the fucking arse like the bloody pansy you are. Real blokes have wives at home."
It wasn't just that he was talking about fucking his husband. Chambers was so fucking blunt about it, like there wasn't something fucking well wrong with him. "Want it so bad, you fucking arse, then come with us and you'll be home again to whatever the fuck it is you want soon enough. Or you could give me a chance and I'll break you hard enough you won't want to do shite for weeks."
He vaguely heard Blake in the background, saying something, trying to wind him down, but Marcus wasn't listening as he went after Luag again, full out.