Sage flopped on the couch, running one hand through his hair irritably. It had been a perfectly beastly day. One of those days where he couldn't pinpoint a major cause of aggravation, but any number of small irritations had added up to equal a foul disposition. He glared at the video game Rowen was playing, and then picked up a magazine from the table, flipping through it without seeing anything.

Rowen's eyes flicked over to Sage, and he thoughtfully pressed the pause button. Cloud on the screen hesitated in the act of cleaving an opponent in half. Sage didn't hear Rowen approach, only noticed suddenly that a warm weight had settled in his lap. His magazine was tilted down and a pair of indigo eyes regarded him with concerned inquisitiveness.

Sage shook his head slightly. He didn't want to talk about it. Rowen smiled in a soft way that usually only Sage ever saw, and caught Sage's face in his palms, bending down to kiss him. Sage turned is head away and glared in the other direction, not wanting to be cosseted or romanced into a better mood. Rowen should know just to leave him alone.

Rowen pulled back, blinking in a slightly hurt fashion, and then lowered his eyebrows in determination. Had Sage really wanted to be left alone, he wouldn't have shown up here to pout in the first place. No way was Rowen going to let him sulk and wallow in self-misery until he made everyone miserable. He slid off

Sage's lap with a hiss of denim on linen, and knelt by the couch, his heartbeat against Sage's leg. One hand slid up Sage's thigh, the other stroked small circles behind his knee, making Sage relax whether he wanted to or not. Sage shot Rowen an irritated and ineffective look, but didn't stop Rowen as the archer bent and placed a kiss against his inner thigh, the touch smoldering through the fabric.

Rowen leaned in closer, the kisses traveling up until he was nuzzling his face between Sage's legs. Sage exhaled softly, leaning his head back, his legs spreading a little wider. Some stubborn part of him wanted to refuse it, and he was ready to tell Rowen to stop no matter what his body wanted, but Rowen had undone the front of his pants with nothing but his teeth. He kissed the small amount of pale skin showing below Sage's navel and then caressed Sage with his mouth as though the silk boxers weren't even there. A moan escaped Sage's lips as the green silk, wet from the attention of Rowen's mouth, slithered over his hardening sex.

The magazine slipped unnoticed to the floor, Sage's hands tangling themselves in Rowen's hair. The feel of the cloth clinging to his skin made the sensations somehow different, a muted blur of heat tight and moving liquidly around him.

"Yes."

Rowen gently tugged Sage's pants off, his hands working busily even though his mouth hadn't paused, still easing him in and out in torturously unhurried strokes, pausing now and then to taste the very innermost skin of Sage's thigh, or to nuzzle the soft gold curls until Sage twisted to bring his sex back into contact with Rowen's mouth. He wiggled gratefully free of the pants, wishing Rowen would strip him of the boxers as well, his body sinking down into the couch. One visible violet eye opened to watch as Rowen smiled up at him, then ever so gently grasped the waistline of silk between even white teeth, and peeled away the last remaining barrier. Rowen's eyes, turquoise now with desire, never left Sage's as his hands took over the garment and slipped them down the perfect pale legs and off. Rowen turned his head so that Sage's sex, the skin as soft and secret as the heart of a rose, just grazed his cheek, and brushed his lips. Sage gasped in spite of himself. Rowen wasn't going about this in his usual way, not that Rowen HAD a usual way, besides any which AND loose. He stared at the mouth moving on him, finally opening for him, so warm and wet and perfect that his fingers clawed into the arm of the couch, almost ripping through the upholstery as he felt himself nudge the back of the archer's throat.

Rowen's eyes smiled a triumphant smile that his lips couldn't manage at the moment. This was so priceless. His gaze never left Sage's face, fascinated by the red tinge staining his cheekbones, the way he bit his lip to keep from crying out, the flutter of his pulse in the ivory column of his throat. Rowen loved this, loved making Sage like this, reaching under the ice to turn Sage into something writhing and moaning for more, doing to Sage what Sage liked to do to Ryou. And, Rowen's tongue traced the contours of the iron-hard sex in his mouth, he loved the way he tasted. The smile in his eyes became a smirk as Sage tried to get his breath to speak. Rowen shaped his tongue just so around Sage, reaching up one hand to pet him between his carelessly spread legs.

And then he ~puurrrrrrrrrrrrrred.~

"UNNNnn!!!" The sound of ripping threads was loud in the room as Sage's fingernails tore deep into the armrest of the couch, his hips rising up and thrusting as if of their own will, unable to keep still. Rowen took him in willingly. He didn't want Sage to talk, he didn't want Sage ABLE to talk. All he wanted Sage to do was come so hard he forgot the rest of the day had even existed.

Sage's whole body was tense and shaking with desperation, almost roughly gripping Rowen's soft blue hair in one hand, his other hand kneading the torn upholstery. He pushed in harder, knowing Rowen could take him, liking the delicious danger of the sharp teeth just grazing him, so different from the tight throat and darting tongue. He didn't bother to stop the moans now, he just wanted the ache gone, so hard he hurt, his eyes squeezed shut, tossing his head restlessly as the desperation coiled tighter and tighter and tighter-

"ohgodohgod- Rowen-RO-!"

-and shattered.

Rowen felt him and instant before he tasted him, knowing this was as much Sage's essence as his blood and his tears. Sage shuddered, his mouth still forming Rowen's name even though his voice was gone by the time his hips sank back into the couch. Rowen worked him over gently, even though he hadn't missed anything, he never did, needing to be as perfect as this as he tried to do anything perfectly that he put his hand to.

Sage panted softly, finally opening his eyes and gazing blearliy at Rowen, who was rubbing Sage's thigh soothingly and wearing an insufferably smug look. He reached down and picked up Sage's pants and boxers, laying them neatly on the couch and arching up to kiss Sage lightly on the lips. He ruffled Sage's already tousled hair, mostly because he knew Sage was too drained to retaliate, turned and walked back over to his game. He pressed the pause button again and resumed playing as though he'd just gotten up to grab a soda. Rowen knew Sage would plan revenge, as soon as he could piece together coherent thought, but for now Rowen could just gloat.

He couldn't wait to see what kind of "Pick me up" Sage would come up with.