Disclaimers: I do not own RW or YST or any of the characters contained therein. Any resemblance to said characters was completely intentional so please...don't sue me!! They are the property of the guys at Sunrise...*sigh* I'm so jealous...

Strobe lights flickered, making the shifting writhing mass of dancers look like broken puppets, strings jerking tortured broken limbs into a parody of human grace. But the lights did not hinder one of the ethereal puppets' elegance. The bright cap of wild blond hair seemed to stand out starkly against the darkness of the club's interior, catching wolfish blue eyes, and drawing him on like a bee to pollen.

The music swelled and the lithe bodies pounded out its rhythm in their otherworldly beauty. Eyes closed and mouths parted in ecstasy, wild abandon in every movement. The tall man wove his way through the writhing throng with little trouble. Four hundred years of training in the dance of war lent him a deadly grace.

The group parted before him like oil on water, and he moved just as smoothly. Waving hands reached down to touch him, running over sleek hard muscles, tugging at the soft fabric of his shirt. Ignoring the stray touches and their anonymous eroticism, he made his way to the angel of light and honey colored hair swaying to the heavy beat.

Without missing a step, the dark skinned man pressed himself against the slender white body clothed in dark velvet and leather. Hips ground into hips, and strong hands slid around the narrow waist. Violet eyes fluttered open, freed from the trance of the music, to stare into a deep soulfire blue gaze. The pale one smiled slightly and blushed a little at the intimate contact.

One hard muscled leg forced itself between the more slender leather clad thighs, and Cale clamped his hands onto Sage's hips, grinding into him. The angelic looking blond responded in kind, wrapping long arms around the man's broad shoulders, his face flushed.

Hips locked together, their bodies rocked, sliding up and down one another, clothing enhancing the caresses. The dark blue head bent forward and bit at the tender white throat, drawing sweet moans from the pale pink cupid's bow of a mouth. Callused hands slid up under the dark mesh shirt hardly covering the well muscled chest, and long pale fingers caressed one dusky nipple.

The hands tightened on his hips, pulling their bodies even closer together. A long groan issued from Cale's mouth against his pale flesh, and their bodies began to sway to a different beat.

A dark hand slid to the front of Sage's pants, caressing the hardening desire there, while the other slid upwards, entangling strong fingers in the tousled honey hair. The fingers tightened their grip and pulled backwards, exposing the pale throat even more and drawing a moan from the mesmerized warrior.

Strong white teeth devoured the revealed flesh hungrily. Sage groaned and ground his hips into Cale's caressing hand. Dark arms tightened about him and darkness wrapped around them both, carrying them to Cale's sanctuary.

Pushing the boy down onto cool cotton sheets, the blue eyed wolf took his mouth in a forceful kiss. The slim body underneath him bucked and he swallowed the delicious moans working their way free. Tongues slid together in a hot liquid dance and fine boned hands dragged nails down the dark soft flesh of Cale's back.

Large hands hastily undid the buttons of Sage's shirt, pushing it back to reveal the smooth chiseled chest beneath. He bent down and clamped his mouth around one rose colored bud, tormenting it with his teeth and laving it sensuously with his tongue.

The fair one sighed under the attention, tugging Cale's shirt up and off of his body. The skin on skin contact sent jolts dancing down his spine and he arched up into Cale's rough ministrations. Dragging teeth across the pale chest, he seized upon the other defenseless bud of flesh causing Sage to dig his fingernails into broad shoulders.

The nailed hands slid up and down smooth flesh, tangled into thick blue hair, tugging each time sharp teeth closed over tender skin. The heavier darker hands slid down to the still leather encased hips, and Sage groaned in encouragement. Cale pulled away long enough to strip the confining leather from the fine white body beneath him, and from his own.

Panting heavily, he lay himself between the exposed ivory thighs. He bit his way downwards, nestling his head between Sage's legs, nibbling hard on the sensitive satin soft skin of his inner thigh. Cale couldn't resist the sex nudging him in the cheek, hot and hard, and slid his tongue slowly up the underside, along the ridge of skin there.

Letting out a half- pained, half-feral growl, the boy fought to keep his hips still and from clamping his legs around the dark head between his thighs. Twining his fingers in the thick mane again, he tugged the man upwards.

Pausing in his surprise Cale was tumbled onto his back with a quick shove. Straddling the warlord's waist, Sage leaned down and seized the juncture of neck and shoulder in firm white teeth. Cale groaned and dug his fingers into the smooth white shoulders roughly, bruising the tender flesh. The blond head moved down and his velvet pink tongue flashed across one dusky nipple, breath panting across the firm dark chest. Mouth closed on flesh, and breath hissed through clenched teeth. Long fingered hands ran over the mocha colored skin, pinching, scratching, and soothing all at once. As Sage's warm mouth worked over Cale's chest, his hands slid down and wrapped around the man's iron hard sex and began to pump in a slow, steady rhythm.

Cale nearly lost his mind when those soft warm palms touched him. He bit savagely at Sage's shoulders and throat, feeling more than hearing the soft slightly pained cries against his chest. The boy kept working Cale's desire, bringing him to the brink, then he stopped.

With an inarticulate growl Cale threw Sage down onto his stomach. He had just enough presence of mind to grab the small bottle of lotion in his nightstand drawer. Holding Sage down with one hand, and adoring the boy's indignant glare, used his other hand to smear the cool cream over his length.

Hardly wanting to be on the end of that baleful glare, Cale slid one slick finger between Sage's buttocks, caressing the tight secret flesh there. The slender white hips lifted off of the sheets, pressing into Cale's hand. He could do nothing but oblige the lustful plea and slid one finger into the boy's satin heat.

Sage let out a long low groan and clawed at the sheets. He thrust his hips back onto the invading finger, silently begging for more. Cale pushed his finger in farther and slid in another, eliciting a more feral growl from the writhing boy. Watching his sweet movements and listening to the almost pained groans drove Cale over the edge. He swiftly removed his probing fingers from the boy who whimpered in protest.

Shoving the errant hips back onto the sheets, Cale placed himself at the boy's rosebud pink entrance, and pushed in slowly. Sage's breath seethed out of his body in a half growling scream. The dark skinned man buried his entire length inside the lithe white body pressed against his sheets, his own breath coming in harsh gasps.

The boy's body was so tight around him, it was difficult to slide in and out of that sweet wet heat. He grabbed the slender white hips in an almost crushing grip and began to move slowly, carefully stretching the flesh around him a little more.

Sage was nearly paralyzed with pleasure. The man was hitting all the right spots inside him, like he was made to be there. Groaning, he pushed himself back into Cale's thrusts, taking the man deeper into his body with each one, his fingers twining heavily into the thick soft sheets covering the bed.

Cale leaned down over Sage's arched back and bit lightly at the soft white skin. One hand slid up and hooked over the boy's shoulder to hold him tighter against his own body. The blond groaned long and low as he continued to slide in and out in an agonizingly slow pace. His breathe pounded out of him in harsh, half-growling gasps under the stress of going so torturously slow with the boy, but the whimpers and screams he was pulling from Sage were more than worth it.

He slid the hand downward from the broad white shoulder, tugging briefly on Sage's small pink nipples. The hand continued further down, across the smooth flat stomach to tangle in the soft thatch of golden curls between Sage's thighs.

The boy bit his lip against a near sob. Cale was so close, so close…he strained his hips against the firm rhythmic pounding at his back. He could hardly contain his screams as the dark skinned man began to change his rhythm and move faster. He pulled almost all the way out, only to slide all the way back in, continually running over that bundle of nerves located in his body, making him shudder uncontrollably.

Sage did cry out when Cale wrapped thick warm fingers around his sex. The heavy calluses on his palm gave the long strokes a wonderful rough texture. Sage didn't know which way to go, whether to rock back onto the thrusting hips or to push into the rough hand pulling on his cock. He sighed out Cale's name and pushed back onto the thick sex impaling him.

Cale had to let go of Sage's waist and use both arms to support himself. The boy beneath him was utterly intoxicating. That slick tight heat stroking him, pulling him farther inside than he thought he could go. The brow knitting desire painting Sage's face was almost overwhelming. The way that boy rocked his hips up and back perfectly to meet each thrust, the sweet open mouthed cries…Cale began to pound harder into that smooth hot body, his thrust's a hairsbreadth from becoming erratic, his control a slight margin from shattering.

He growled lowly and began to tug harder on the hot sex sliding through his circled palm. Sage began to pant heavily, his own movements becoming fast and needy. Cale could do nothing but oblige and began to move faster, their once slow dance now moving faster, need in every stroke and touch. Clamping an arm once again around Sage's slender waist, Cale pulled their bodies tight together as his hand pulled on the flushed sex in his hand.

Sage was about to lose his mind. The hard pounding thrusts into him coupled with the rough hand pulling on his cock had built his desire to a crest. Cale ran over that nerve bundle once more and Sage screamed as orgasm swept through him and over the dark skinned hand stroking him.

The boy screamed and convulsed around him, the tight heat clenching around his own throbbing sex. Cale rode his own orgasm helplessly, shuddering into and almost collapsing onto the warm body beneath him.

Both lay panting on the rucked up sheets, a tangle of white and mocha limbs. Sage turned his head to the right to face Cale where he had fallen, too spent to hold himself up any longer. Sleepy violet eyes smiled into satisfied blue ones. One dark arm snaked around soft white shoulders and pulled the Sage close. Cale buried his nose in the sandalwood scented sweat tangled locks, and drifted off into a warm, sated, and heavy sleep.