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Warlords’ Chronicles	By : ShadowofLight Category: +M to R > Ronin Warriors Views: 4485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Ronin Warriors, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Hello! This is my first attempt at writing a story like this, even before ‘Rodeo Love’, so don’t burn me if I did something wrong. Besides, in my fics, my word is law! And you may notice that I am very blunt and straight-to-the-point. Enjoy. ;) I like to think of this as a makeover the first time I wrote this.

Disclaimer: Don't own the series and never have. All I do own are the Original Characters and the plot. Or what little plot there is.

Darkness & Light
By: Beloved/Shadow
The bar was slightly crowed as a dark figure walked through the door. He was tall, about 5’6” with blue-black hair and dark blue eyes. His skin was slightly tanned making his pale scar over his left eye stand out even more. With his eyes focused on his destination, the man walked stiffly towards the bar and heavily sat on the dark gray stool. The bartender, a twenty-year-old woman, looks up from the glass she was cleaning and asks him, “What’s your poison?”

“A Southern Comfort and a bottle of vodka,” the stranger tells her in a dark voice. As the bartender is getting his drink, Cale shrugs his black denim jacket off his broad shoulders, revealing a white sleeve-less shirt, and hangs it on the back of the stool. He quickly drowns his first shot of vodka as the woman places his order before him. After his third shot, he wipes his hands on his black jeans and decides to take a look around the dark place.

Most of the customers were engaged in several pool games that are going on. A few of boo booths seem to hold about two or three people in each one who seem to be having a make-out session. Cale just slightly laughs inside, wondering if the people knew that they had an audience watching them then thought nothing of it.

He looks back at his drink and takes a long sip until something catches his eye. A blonde man, about his height, is slowing making his way to the bar with his head bowed. He’s wearing a hunter green shirt tucked into a pair of slacks with a pair of dark shoes. He sits on the stool next to him and orders a Bloody Mary from the bartender. It isn’t until the man looks at him with some of his blonde hair over one light blue eye that he recognizes who it is.

“Well Halo,” Cale smirks at Sage. “What brings you here?”

“Same as you,” Sage answers back. “Getting a drink.” He thanks the bartender and slowly take a sip from his ice cold drink. “So what’s going on?” he asks.

“Nothing much.” Cale turned his attention back to his drink and takes another shot of vodka, enjoying the way it burns/soothes his throat on the way down. “I didn’t think that the mighty Warrior of light would ever want to be in the dark.”

Sage shrugged his shoulders slightly, absently running his hand through his hair. But before he could reply to Cale’s statement, a loud and slightly slurred voice yelled out for someone to play against him in a game of pool.

“You’ve bested everyone here,” the bartender exclaims, a tad annoyed. “And keep your voice down you over-grown ox.”

The drunken man looked around the bar and spotted Sage and Cale, silently sipping their drinks. “How about you two?” he asks them. They don’t respond. So he stumbles over to them and roughly turns Sage around to face him. “I asked you a question!”

The blonde just looked at him. “I just came here for a drink.”

The drunken stranger brought his face even closer to Sage’s, his hand lightly caressing his shoulder and moving up. “Ya sure are pretty,” he breathes on him.

Judging how his breath smells and how his brown eyes seem glazed over; Sage realizes that this guy is drunk. Really drunk. He knocks the trucker’s hand off his shoulder and tells him again, “I don’t want to play any pool.” He turns back around to his Bloody Mary but suddenly gets pulled off the stool and slammed him against the wall.

“I don’t take ‘no’ as an answer, pretty boy,’ the trucker snarls as he roughly slides his hand down his shirt to his pants. The swordsman didn’t like this one bit as he pulled a fist back and knock a good one right in the guy’s nose, breaking it and forcing him back and cashing into one of the pool tables. A fight ensures as some of the other players decided to try their shot as besting him but they one by one they were all sent flying away from him.

Meanwhile, Cale was watching him fight from his seat. The way his body moved and way his eyes flared up in anger each time someone tried to grab him.

~I wonder…~ he thought to himself, not really realizing how much he had to drink and what he was thinking. He had finished his Southern Comfort and was about half way done with the bottle of Vodka when he heard Sage hit the ground with a grunt. He looked up in time to see that two guys had pinned his arms down and the stranger, now with a broken and bloody nose was sitting on top of him, choking him with his bare hands.

“This has gone far enough,” Cale snarled lightly as he made his way towards them and hauled the trucker off the Ronin. With incredible strength and force, he kicks the two guys holding Halo’s arms down, breaking loose some of their teeth in the process and looms over the now somewhat scared drunk.

“I don’t think you heard my friend right,” he tells him. His fists tightly clenched and his voice growing deeper and darker. “He said he just came for a drink. But if you want to play so much then go find someone else to play with. I ever catch you doing this again when someone says no… I’ll castrate you the hard way.” Turning away from him he reaches down to help the blonde up, looking at him with concern. “You all right?”

Sage didn’t realize Cale, with his jacket now on, was holding him up and his legs hadn’t caught uth hth his brain yet. He stumbled into his former enemies’ arms as he tried to take a step forward and looked at him with a flushed look on his face.

“Can’t stand up…” he tells him softly. The dark one just slips his left arm around his shoulders and slides his right arm around his waist. The bartender holds the door open for them and tells them to drive home safely before the door swings shut, shutting out the sounds of people laughing inside. The blonde looked up into the Warlord’s dark eyes and tries once more to stand on his own two feet and fails.

Cale looked up at the sky as it begins to rain and sighs softly. He doubted Halo had driven here ad he didn’t have a driver’s license must less a car they had to walk back to his home since it was closer. And he didn’t know where Halo lived. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”
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When both warriors of light and dark entered the apartment complex of a dark part of town it was already midnight and one of them was already pasted out from the alcohol. Cale opened the door to his apartment and turned on a dimmer switch in the living room, lowering it until the room was covered in a very light glow. With a grunt, he laid Sage on the sofa and just stood there, looking at him for a few moments. Since the rain has drenched them completely, Sage’s clothes were like a second skin;. his shirt revealed a well-muscled chest and stomach through the wet cloth and his jeans clung to his legs, soft blonde strands cascaded over one eye and his pale pink lips slightly parted. With his right hand touching the floor and one leg over the sofa’s arm, he looked like a child who went out, played in the rain, came back inside and decided to take a nap.

Cale slowly knelt next to his sleeping form and gently traced a finger along the side of his face. His finger glided down his neck to his partly open shirt and slowly stroked the warm skin peepthrothrough. Sage lightly shivered as the warm hand touches his cold skin, bringing the Warlord Cale back to reality. Quickly standing up and turns up the heater, he heads into the kitchen to look for something to drink. After a few minutes of searching, he locates a bottle of whiskey in the bottom cabinet and spots himself a drink, finishing it rather quickly. e tue turned around he comes himself face-to-face with Sage of Halo.

“I thought you were still asleep,” he says, leaning back into the counter away from him.

The blonde shrugs his shoulders, making the damp shirt tighten in all the right places to show the masculine curves only he seemed to possess. “I just wanted to thank you for helping me back in the bar,” he says softly, slowly taking a hold of Cale’s jacket that he still wore. He looked up at his face with his bright blue eyes and leaned closer to him.

He didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the now rising heat of the small apartment but it was making him feel bold and horny. Slowly, he leaned down and kissed the young man right on his soft lips. At first it started as soft and gentle, but it increases in pressure as he grabbed his jacket in both hands and returned it ten-folds. Cale roughly slid his hands down the blonde’s sides to his waist and roughly pulled him towards, feeling the hard muscles and smooth skin even through the clothes he still wore. Sage let out a small gasp of surprise but soon succumbed to his passion, rubbing against him, feeling his body heat up and become hard.

Suddenly embarrassed, the dark one roughly pushed one born of light away from him and held him at arm’s length. Both were breathing hard in short pants and flushed faces. Taking another deep breath he looks away, unable to look at those eyes so filled with passion and desire.

“You can sleep here if ya want. In the morning I’ll drop you off at home.” He slowly let his arms drop, grabbing his bottle as he bushed past him, feeling a slight touch linger longer than it should, and went to the living room. He shrugged the damp leather jacket off, tossing it on the armchair and sat on the sofa facing the TV, kicked his shoes off and sat there in just his jeans and shirt, taking a swig from time to time. What were these feelings he was getting? Lust? Desire? He’s experienced those before but now they felt stronger than before. So powerful they were bordering on love.

That made him laugh dryly to himself as he leaded his head back, letting his eyes drift close and for a moment, rubbed his thumb over the scar that marred his face. How could anyone love him with this damn mark so apparent on his face? The other Warlords had gotten used to see it and so had the Ronins but others… he pushed it all behind and decided not to dwell on it. He was so in tune on not remembering people’s disgust as the scars of war so visible he never noticed that he had a guest.

Slender hands, callused from the used of a broadsword, gently rest on his shoulders and begin to knead the hidden power of the muscles beneath the dark tan of his skin. Softly he moaned and leaned back against the sofa’s cushions, wanting to feel more of this. He could feel a warm breath tickle his ear some and the petal sofa feel of pale pink lips leave a feather-soft touch there and an equally soft command to lean forward. As he did Sage, he knew it was him just by the feel of his delightfully soft skin, moved behind him and pulled the offending black skirt off. Hands that matched his own in a battle of swordsmanship reached up to his chest, gently pushing him back so he could lean against his chest and lightly trailed gentle fingertips up and down the broad expansion of flesh. Nimble fingers found the dark nubs and teased them into hardening, playing with them while soft lips licked the hidden spot behind his ear, breathing in the scent of night and sandalwood from his hair, which made him groan in delight. It was very apparent as his stiffening cock pressed into the small of his back, just above the waistband of his jeans.

Cal Cale groaned deep in his chest, his skin so alive with every caress he rested his hands heavily on the slender thighs settled on either side of his hips, curled under the lithe body given him such unbelievable pleasure while he awaited. He let his head fall to the side some, resisting the urge to shiver as a wet, pink tongue traced the pulsing lifeline. Even though he couldn’t see it happening ouldould feel it and from that he could imagine. Straight, white teeth gently nipped at it, lightly sucking on it as hands rubbed firmly along the length of his body. Slim fingers traced the lines of muscles, adding more pleasure to this all he winced slightly in pain as his cock was pressed tightly against his jeans, wanting to pull them off and relieve himself but he couldn’t move his hands. All they could do was rub the pale legs firmly, pressing his fingers into the warm flesh and groaned deeply. He watched as pale hands slid lower, caressing his abs and navel before resting along the top button of his jeans.

“Maybe it’s the moon giving my courage to say this, or tlcohlcohol I drank before I came to the bar… but right now you are very desirable,” he said hotly against his skin, nuzzling the dark blue-black strands and smiled as he felt the Warlord of Darkness shudder in his embrace. He let the thumbs slid into eh waistband, teasingly opening the button and fingering the zipper.

Cale swallowed the large lump in his throat, hissing as that pink tongue traced the vein and closed his eyes. “W-What do you want?” he asked, mentally hitting himself for that small stutter.

A soft chuckled and a pale hand lifted up to gently turn his face back and meet sky blue eyes dark with passion and lust, lips lowering down over his but didn’t touch them just yet. “I want us… to make love.”

Greenish eyes widen in surprise and with a low grunt and stood facing with surprise on his face. Halo was asking for sex with him? His worse enemy during the Dynasty war that he had sworn to kill wanted to make love with him? A scarred man that no one would much less look at without disgust so apparent on their face to take and make as his own? He quickly stood up, breathing a bit hard, and lo at at him with large eye, asking the one thing weighting heavily on his mind. “Why?”

Sage looked up at him where he continued to kneel there on thfa, fa, legs spread some to show he had taken off all his clothes, presumably in the kitchen, and didn’t bother to cover up his very hard sex that was almost straight as his chosen weapon. “Because you are beautiful. We complete each other, like two halves of the same coin,” he answered softly, running a hand through the now dry golden locks, brushing them behind his ear and didn’t care as the shorter strands still hung over his face.

Cale looked at him before laughing but in a forced sort of way that made Sage frowned, a thin, small line forming between his brows some. He looked away from him, running a thick hand through his dark locks and looked back at him before retorting, “Beautiful? Yeah right. Look at me, Halo! I amy any and this scar proves it! That’s why I can’t be seen in the light or way you never see my in that crowds city of yours. You don’t want you’re asking for.” He sighed deeply and looked away once more, telling himself that he would not cry no matter what and slowly dropped to his knees on the cool wooden floor. He heard as the blonde get up from the sofa and heard light footsteps come near him but didn’t look up and shut his eyes tightly, letting a small tear creep down his cheek only to have it be brushed it away by a gently hand. Soon another hand joined it as they cupped his face, gently tilting it up and felt some lips almost lovingly kiss the tears away.

“Open your eyes…” Such a soft command he slowly opened them, watching as Halo—no, his name was Sage of the Date House, meet his eyes with his own and was smiling softly. “I want us to make love, Cale. Not because I’m drunk because I’m not… but because I want to. But if you don’t want to I understand. I won’t pressure you…” Slowly those ivory hands dropped from his face, looking away but he caught the disappointed in his voice and kicked himself. What he said was so very true. He wanted him as badly as he did.

With a soft growl he practically pounced on the young Ronin, making him look up at him in surprise and excitement, holding his hands in his own next to his head and smiled some. Slowly he brought his wrists above his head, holding them with one hand and used the other to caress the bare expansion of his soon-to-be lover’s chest, smirking as he heard the delicious moans he was letting escape his lips and the way his body moved under him. He quickly fumbled with the zipper of his chest, sighing in relief as he practically sprung forth and pulled them down a bit. He wanted him so much he just couldn’t wait.

“Want you so much… so badly…” he panted as he rubbed his hips against his, slipping a denim clad thigh between those slender white legs and rubbed against him, swallowing the soft cries of pleasure. Hand greedily touched him everywhere, finding out all the spots that made him gasp, that made him arch up against him in passion, or to moan deeply in his chest. He smirked as he slipped a hand between their straining bodies and touched him in a very intimate way.

The blonde was thoroughly enjoying the feel of the dark warlord’s lips against his skin but cried out his name and clung to him tightly when a warm hand reached down and wrapped callused fingers around his erect cock. His hips arched up wordlessly and began to follow a smooth rhythm as it began to slide up and down at an agonizingly slow pace. He panted softly as soft lips left his mouth, trailing lazily down his chest and came to the rosy pink nipples. They were like his pleasure buttons that had him crying out for more. They didn’t go unanswered.

Cale lowered his mouth down and captured the bud between his lips, taking his time as he savored the flesh and felt it harden under swipes of his tongue. Teeth gently nipped at it, liking the sudden yelps of pain and continued to dos o but was careful not to bite too hard or too much. He did the same to the other, keeping the tender one hard as he pinched it and rolled it between his fingers Soon he was groaning and panting himself but held it in check, not wanting to hurt him like this. He continued to go lower, tracing his navel and went lower to tenderly nuzzled ht blonde curls, growling softly at the hands that were being run through his hair and looked up at him, catching pale eyes with his dark ones and smirked knowingly.

“Cale, what are you-” The rest of the words were lost in a wav of feelings as the mouth engulfed him slowly, inch by inch until he was surrounded on all sides. He bucked him hips into him but strong hands gently pinned them to the bare floor and worked him harder to the point of pain then let him cool down before working him up again. Sometimes he touched himself but this was completely different, this was a hundred times better and he whined some as he felt his cock become hard once again. He tugged at the dark strands some, trying to get him to stop or look at him but that wasn’t working except to bring himself deeper.

“Oh sweet god… please, stop teasing me…” he whimpered softly, turning his head to the side and tugged harder this time. “Want you inside…!”

The wet heat slowly left him and dark face looked up at him. “But… I don’t want to hurt you…” he said softly, nuzzling the stiff sex there and rubbed his hands up and down lean figure.

“On the couch…” he gasped softly, moaning in loss as his soon-to-be lover left him to get the time but came right back except this time he had removed his jeans and was now nude as he was. He smiled and kisses the lips that descended down on his, both of them Frenching the other deeply and trying to gain the upper hand and gripped the back of his head in a tight grip. He protested however when the kiss ended and was rolled onto his stomach but spread his legs open as he felt a hand slick with oil touch him. He hissed though when a slick finger slipped inside, biting his lips sharply between his teeth and closed his hands tightly.

“Relax…” Cale whispered to him, leaning over him as he guided up to his hands and knees and spread some oil along his chest and abs. He kissed the pale cheek and carefully pushed another finger inside, working them thoroughly and slipped in a third one. He kissed his cheek once again, whispering words of comfort and slide the hand down his body to where his cock was but didn’t touch it just yet. Carefully he pulled his fingers out and pulled him against him tightly.

“Ready?”

“Y-Yes.”

Counting silently Cale held him close and slowly pushed in, hissing as the muscles clenched him tightly as if to keep him out. With a sudden thrust he thrust in all the way and twin cries spilled into the room and struggled to keep still. Cale tried to breathe but it was hard, tight, velvety heat grasped him in a death grip, making the sensitive skin tingle some but he flexed his hands and pulled out slowly and pushed back in. Soon he was working up a steady rhythm, feeling the muscle tension decrease and smiled as he leaned forward on his hands and pushed in harder. This was sheer paradise!

The blonde was panting under him softly, his internuscluscles flexing around him as they contracted in perfect union with his dark lover. He had sex before but like this… it was something new but so very enjoyable. He pushed bacl against him, earning a gasp from the dark one behind him and everything stopped. Did he do something wrong?

“Angel of Light wants to play rough huh?” A warm chuckled touched his ear and a hand touched his cock before hips thrusted into him sharply. Soon the two of them were thrusting and pushing against each other as hard as they could, pale hands clawing at the floor with his nails and dark hands grasped the slender cock in a tight grip, pumping it ruthlessly with jerking motions and growled into his ear. He knew he couldn’t keep it much anymore but he wanted to, he wanted to embrace more of this light and make it his own, wanted to show his face in the light once again and not flinch away from it. And this angel beneath him, calling out his name and pushing against him, was giving it all to him. God this was too much! With a hoarse cry she pushed in deeply, climaxing in a flood deep inside the perfect body and felt him jerk before his angel cried out and felt burning wetness cover his hand and land on the floor. He shuddered some, slowly pulling back and gathered the blonde into his arms and kissed the light sweat from his skin, taking in the flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. He was so exquisitely beautiful.

Sage felt so comforted just being held like this and rested his head on his shoulder. He felt so weak he couldn’t stand but he didn’t have to. An arm slipped under his knees and another supported him as he was lifted against a dark chest and carried down the dark hallway and into an equally dark room. Normally he would have been afraid but not this time. This time was different and he embraced all of it. Cool satin sheets meet his skin as he was gently laid in bed and then a warm body join him, pulling the light blanket over them and curled up against him, resting his head on his chest and sighed softly. “Cale?”

“Hmm?” A dark hand reached up and petted the sun-lit strands while the other arm held him close, rubbing his back soothingly.

“Thanks for letting me stay here the night.”

“Anytime.” Silence fell between them and soon they both fell asleep, holding onto ach other tightly and fell into a peaceful dream.
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It was a couple of hours into the night and by now the city should be asleep except for a single man who was sitting up in bed, resting his head in his hand and looked down at his sleeping bed mate. The rain had let up about an hour ago and it showed the full moon hanging in the night sky, casting the milky white light into the bedroom of a room. Cale was still sleeping peacefully, lying on his beck with an arm thrown over the pillow his head was resting on and the other at his side. The soft sheets revealed a dark torso built with slender muscles from years of fighting, thick yet slender from working with a sword. Everything about him was so dark and yet mysterious… like the moon.

The blonde smiled and with the utmost care leaned down to press his lips against Cale’s in a feather soft kiss. The lips under his began to slowly response and a dark hand slide up his back and cupped the back of his neck. Sage chuckled softly and gently pushed the hands to his sides and lifted his head up, watching as eyes dark with passion opened up to meet his.

“I’m in charge here, Warlord. And I want to pay you back,” he explained and moved over him, parting his legs with a knee and knelt between them. Petal soft lips trailed soft kisses down his neck, teasing his nipples into hardening and then blew on them softly that made him squirm in delight. The lips kept trailing down until they stopped at the sheet and looked up at him. He smiled when he looked down and pulling the sheet down took the head of his engorged cock into his mouth while their eyes still meet.

He couldn’t breathe, even though his lungs felt like they were on fire his mind forget how to take air in and then let it out. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the pale ones fro the soft curtain of hair. With a shaking hand he reached out to hold the stubborn bangs back and took a deep breathe. Now he could see both beautiful eyes and lost himself into them, thinking that there was no one where he wasn’t pure light and knew that as he made him his, he was going to do the same.

“Sage… oh gods…” he panted softly, clutching at the sun-kissed strands and struggled very hard not to buck him hips into that sweet mouth but he was held down. He was so hard, struggling on holding it in but it was getting hard. His other hand tighten on the soft sheets and legs shook a bit from all he was holding in but sweet heaven he continued to keep it in. “Please!”

“Patience is a virtue, my dark lover,” he whispered against his skin and lifted a leg up to rest on his shoulder and moved into position. His own cock was slick with oil. “I came prepared.” Taking a deep breath he slowly slid in, hissing at the tight entrance and then sighed softly once he was buried completely in.

Cale wasn’t sure if he should cry in pain or pleasure but he knew one thing, he never felt anything like this before. It was like he was becoming whogaingain, that he had found the other half of his soul. It was something he would gladly give up for his life if someone tried to take his angel away from him. He hissed softly as the blonde pulled back and then pushed back in but as they continued he arched his hips into him more, tilting his head back as he groaned deeply.

Both men pushed against each other, thrusting and bucking as they moved as one but something deeper was happening as well. Cale wrapped his legs around Sage’s waist tightly, bringing him in deeper to feel even more. The Ronin was panting softly as he leaned over him, a light sweat appearing on their bodies but he pushed on, feeling the body under him shift to meet him and clenched at the sheets as well. He could feel them building, wanting to build to a climaxing end and end it together. They kept at it for a while longer, letting the light of the full moon give them everything they need and more so. It was deep into a kiss when they felt the stirring of something ready to come and Cale knew he couldn’t hold it much longer. He was almost in pain but when the sdelidelicate hand closed around him and pumped him firmly a few timethrethrew his head back and howled in relief/lust as he came good and hard in the blonde hand, coating both their chests with the creamy substance and fell back on the bed, panting heavily and watched with hooded eyes as his angel thrusted in once more, hittinspotspot that made them both cry out in desire. Blonde strands whipped away from the angelic face and a surge of warm spurted deep inside before he collapsed on him, not caring about the mess on them. Dark arms held him tightly, caressing the line of his spine with slender fingers and kissed the damp brow.

“Damn… don’t think I can’t walk right now,” he said softly.

Sage laughed into his chest, reaching up and ran his fingers through the dark strands lovingly. “Why would you want to get up?”

“Well to clean up some… unless you want to wait in the morning?”

“Morning sounds good. We can wake up and greet the dawn.”

Cale softly smiled and held the blonde closer, pulling the blanket around them and used a corner of the sheet to wipe as much as he could that didn’t require them to move that much. “I would like that. Sage?”

“Yes?” Gentle pale blue eyes looked up to meet his dark blue eyes.

He was silent for a moment before reaching down and caressed the flushed cheek with his hand. “I love you.”

Halo looked surprised but smiled softly as well, covering his hand and leaned up to kiss him softly. “I love you too.” Once again they were wrapped in each others’ arms tightly, the bond they never knew they had strengthening between them even more and soon they were fast asleep, both deeply in love.
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Good and Evil, Soft and Hard, Warrior and Warlord, Light and Darkness, Yin and Yang. They are all connected by a sense of balance, where one exists, so must the other. Where two were once lost they were found again and nothing could ever come between them. In the light of the sky if you looked close enough you could make out two figures, both with large wings make of sunlight and darkness as they came together and became one before fading off into the night and the awakening dawn.
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