"God damned piece of shit!" Rowen swore at Sage’s car. "Sage, what the fuck did you *do* to your car man? Your carburetor’s shot, your battery’s almost dead, and it doesn’t look as if it’s been inspected since you bought it four years ago. I mean, sweet Jesus H. Christ!"

Sage winced silently at the barrage of swear words flying at him. He really didn’t like it when Rowen threw hissy fits over something as silly as a car not starting. Was it really that big of deal if he always gunned the engine a little harder than necessary because he liked speed? Seriously, this wasn’t that important, and it wasn’t as if Sage wasn’t going to pay him for fixing it. "Rowen, have you finished yelling? I do have better things to do today."

"You certainly do," Cye interrupted before Rowen could start going again. He forced a bowl of soup into Sage’s hands. "Go take that to Ryo. And would you two please stop shouting so loudly, he’s trying to sleep."

Sage quickly walked out of the garage, muttering something under his breath that distinctly sounded like "damn that white armor". Cye turned and smiled soothingly at Rowen. He even stood on his tip toes to give his young lover a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"It’ll be all right Ro-love. I know that you’re a little frazzled because of Sage, but-"

"’Frazzled’ Cye? Who the hell said anything about ‘frazzled? I’m fucking pissed off—mphf."

Cye smiled into the kiss he had brought Rowen into, dragging his tongue across his lover’s lips, and seeking entrance into the hot recess. He was hardly surprised that his lover had gone mute, forced into an obedient quiet as his mouth was plundered. This really is a better way of making him stop cursing than washing his mouth out, Cye thought with a smile.

Rowen finally pulled away, gasping a little for breath. He stared at Cye, surprised at the harshness of the kiss. Cye was always pushy in order to get what he wanted, but not normally that pushy. He smiled as looked at him, "You’re certainly in a mood aren’t you?"

Cye gave him a teasing smile, "Maaaybe."

Rowen, the blue-haired youth thought to himself. You are gonna get so lucky, ‘cause whatever Cye wants, he gets. That’s the way it always is. Not that that really bothered him, mind you. He reached out and let the back of his hand fall slowly down his shorter lover’s cheek. He was not surprised to see the other youth rub against his hand gently.

Cye stood up again on his tiptoes to reach his targeted destination. Rowen’s lips were quickly and urgently kissed, drawing his breath away from him and into his auburn-haired lover. The barer of torrent placed both hands on either side of Rowen’s neck and pulled him in deeper into the kiss. He let his tongue delve deeply into the sweet mouth of one of his chosen mates, tasting the caramel candies that Rowen had a penchant for and often used when he would have to deal with Sage, since they helped to calm him.

As Cye’s mouth continued to plunder his own, Rowen smiled into the forceful kiss, promising to himself that he would do wonderful things to his shorter lover. The more that his lover sucked on his tongue, the more that he wanted to swallow Cye whole and bring him off as hard as he could. It would make Cye happy, which often meant that he’d be happy as a result.

When he pulled away, Cye looked up at him in question and Rowen smiled a mischievous smile. "Don’t worry Cye, you’re going to like this, I promise."

"That’s good to hear," Cye smiled something akin to an evil grin.

Rowen went about slowly drawing Cye’s clothes off of his body. In the process, as each bit of flesh was revealed to his eyes, he would kiss and nibble it until Cye would push him away. Cye was never much into biting, which was more Kento’s style. As he eased himself down the other youth’s throat, Rowen made sure to leave several soft blows on the dampened flesh, causing Cye to whimper and mewl in pleasure.

When the shirt was out of his way, Rowen leaned Cye back against the closest thing available: Sage’s car. He was fairly sure that the blonde warrior had seduce his own lover inside of it on occasion, so he wasn’t going to worry too much about getting the front of it sticky. Cye looked lovely on top of the hood, the dark blue clashing nicely against his foamy white skin.

Rowen set his sights on Cye’s most volatile hot spot. He kissed his way down the torso to two inches below the navel, and began to kiss, lick, nibble, blow on, and a few other things to that wonderful spot. He was prepared to have his lover grab onto his hair very tightly, pulling sharply upward whenever he slowed down or went to fast. Cye was very particular about this spot of flesh, you had to handle it just right or he would practically blow up.

Having enough of teasing the other youth beneath him, Rowen started to open up his lover’s pants, pulling the button out of its hold with his teeth. He grabbed hold of the zipper with tongue and lip and pulled downwards. Cye was always impressed that he was able to do that, since it required a significant amount of jaw strength.

The target of his search, Cye’s sex rose into the air, not something to be blocked by anything akin to underwear. Rowen took his lover’s hard flesh into his mouth and began to suck and lick it much like a favorite frozen treat. Below him, Cye shivered, the car feeling cool against his skin, only to gasp sharply when Rowen started to hum as he stroked the tasty bit of flesh in and out of his mouth.

Cye moaned loudly and grabbed hold of his lover’s head; wanting to be taken in as far as he could without hurting Rowen. He was pleased to be sucked far enough into Rowen’s mouth that his lover’s lips kissed along the base of his sex. When Rowen started to hum again though, Cye threw his head back and started to writhe, it felt so good.

Which was why it was so awful when Rowen pulled back, leaving him significantly unsatisfied. Cye gave out a cry of annoyance and glared sharply at Rowen through partially closed eyes. He took several deep breaths before he felt he could speak, "Rowen, you had better have a good reason for stopping."

"Oh I do," Rowen smiled at him. "I want you to feel something." Rowen took out the tube of lube he had started to carry with him on a regular basis, having learned that there were some strange times for Cye to get amorous, and coated his fingers with it.

He pulled off the rest of Cye’s pants, exposing the entirety of auburn-haired lover to him. Rowen licked his lips in appreciation of the sight before his lusting eyes and breathed in a contented sigh. He was going to make this a mind-blowing experience for his Cye.

He lightly touched against his lover’s opening, and brushed it with feather-light fingers, drawing moans of pleasure from the youth still below him. Then, slowly and gently, he inserted one of his long, reaching fingers. All the while, he kissed up and down Cye’s inner thigh, tenderly caressing and sucking. When his first finger was embedded up to the webbing, Rowen coaxed in another finger and started to scissor and extend the tight, warm entrance.

At last, when he felt that Cye had been stretched enough for what he wanted to do, he pulled his two fingers all the way out except for the tips of his fingers. It was then that he took up the object he’d been planning to use to torture Cye into a new and wonderful experience.

Cye’s eyes opened wide at the ribbed-handle intruder. At first, he was unsure what to make of it, then as Rowen introduced more of it to his body, and his body accepted, he realized that it was a wonderful sensation indeed. Wide ridges would barely rub against the inside of his body and it left him breathless at the way his body would mould to the strange design of the thing inside of him.

"Rowen," Cye moaned as the blue-haired boy pushed in another inch. "What is this marvelous thing?"

"My secret," the archer’s eyes twinkled with lust and mischief. "I’ll tell you when we’re done."

"Oh," the other youth arched his back, drawing in more. "I’ll hold you to that you know."

"I’m counting on it. But don’t think that this is all it can do, try this on for size." With that little bit of warning, Rowen began to gently thrust the tool inside his lover, twirling it at the same time and drawing out a loud moan. He smiled to himself, by the time they had finished this bit of foreplay, it would take very little to bring Cye fully over the edge into the pit of heavenly darkness.

He could feel the ribbed toy brushing wonderfully against his special spot inside of him and as a result, Cye found himself beginning to buck up to it every now and again so as to deepen the penetration. He was a bit of an exhibitionist he knew, and knowing that Rowen was watching him bring himself off was more of a thrill then the actual object sliding in and out of his body and increasing speeds. Cye moaned loudly, once again pleased at the way he was being rubbed at inside of himself.

He let out a hoarse, agitated cry as he felt Rowen’s hand grasp him around the base of his cock. Damnit, he thought angrily. What is he up to?

Rowen started to kiss the crown of his lover’s cock, swiping his tongue all around the edge and bringing Cye as close as he could without letting him go over. His teasing didn’t end there either. The longer the swipe of his tongue, the slower he would thrust the ribbed toy into him. He glanced upward and saw that Cye was not only moaning and groaning now, but that he was starting to lightly toss his head from side to side, a sure sign that he was getting ready to explode.

The blue haired archer took his lover into his mouth again then and started to thrust the toy inside of him a little harder. Cye cried out at the fullness of the pleasure, enjoying it more than he would have thought. He knew that his sex was pulsing, his body over-excited and that he was going to cum right… about… now!

Rowen greedily swallowed all of the seed that his lover had supplied, thrilling in its flavor. He was slightly surprised however to feel Cye grab a hold of him and yank him down so that their lips were barely touching. Cye’s tongue dipped into his mouth once again, searching for the bittersweet taste that was purely himself.

Cye kissed him full force, knowing that plundering Rowen’s mouth was a sure way to encourage his lover to go back to what he was doing. Just because he had cum didn’t mean that Cye was finished yet, not by a long shot. "Stop playing with me Rowen, just fuck me now, please."

Rowen smiled as he withdrew the toy that he’d been using to play with Cye. He was pleased to watch the other youth shudder and whimper as it came out and two of his fingers dipped inside. Cye was stretched enough that he decided that all he would need was a little more lube.

He sunk into he lover a moment later, and couldn’t help but moan himself when Cye gripped him from the inside. It always amazed him that auburn haired youth would do this sort of thing to ensure that his lovers would get off. He started to thrust into that tight, wet, wonderful heat himself until he was fully engulfed in Cye’s body, then the fun could really begin.

Cye would reach up with every thrust, continuously drawing the other youth into his body and thrill at being impaled by the archer. He could feel himself getting hard again as Rowen flawlessly aimed at the center of his being and fired correctly every time. Each thrust between the two landed directly on his secret spot bringing him to the point where the light would dance behind his eyes effortlessly. He knew that it was rather soon since his last explosion, but Rowen was not about to pop before giving him as much as he could.

Rowen slowed down then, not wanting to cum too soon. He paused for a minute and started to stroke Cye until the youth below him started to moan and grit his teeth. Once that lovely sound drifted up to his ears, Rowen started again, he had always thought that it was best when two people could cum together, even if he had to subject Cye’s body to enough delicious torture to make him blow twice.

He started to thrust as deeply and as powerfully as he could, knowing that that would bring Cye to closure the easiest. Besides, if he didn’t, Cye would most likely just wrap his legs around his back and flip them over so that he was on top and do it himself. Having experienced that Cye could be a bit on the demanding side more than once; Rowen declared that that was not going to happen again.

Cye’s body tightened wonderfully around him as the youth below him came again, this time spraying Rowen in the chest. It was the grip that set him and Rowen screamed to his own completion a moment later.

Rowen took a few deep breaths, steadying himself once more before he even considered getting dressed. He looked down at Cye, gracelessly spread out on the hood of the car and smiled. His auburn haired lover always looked very cute right after sex.

Cye realized he was being watched and smiled up at Rowen, "Feeling better now?"

"Somehow, you always seem to make the stress I feel seemingly unimportant."

"Well," Cye grinned as he propped himself up on his elbows and patted the hood of Sage’s vehicle. "It is just a car, nothing to get worked up over. Besides, it’s fun to try it in new spots. Now I can mark the garage off of my ‘Places to be done in’ list."

Rowen laughed as he got dressed and helped Cye get his clothes back on. He blinked in confusion when Cye poked at him sharply. "Hey," his lover gently nagged. "What was that you used to play with me anyway? You did say that you’d tell."

"So I did," Rowen smiled as he gently kissed Cye’s neck as he hugged him from behind. "It was a broken screwdriver."

Cye broke out into a grin, "How aptly named. And you use it so well too."