Forging harmony.

NOTES: S+M play, bondage.


CHAPTER 14: STEPPING OFF THE WORLD.

Zechs moved with care down the sparsely lit hall in the inner Princes’ wing. Hot blooded desire warmed him, for beneath the thin and soft cloak he wore only a rose quartz cock ring and soft rose-colored leather collar. His feet were feeling the slight chill of the stone floor. He had just spent the last hour in the baths readying himself for the delights held behind the door his hand was resting on. Taking one last deep breath, ready to completely surrender himself, Treize awaited him. Always in the same place, like a ritual dance each time they came here, the first steps were the same. Designed to give them a chance to slip the bonds that each left at the door, in here there were only the roles of pet and owner, nothing else existed for a time.

Zechs shut the portal, flicking a cunning made lock of air and light magic. He undid the single clasp holding shut the cloak revealing the full beauty of his naked sculpted body. Silver blond hair tied back in a single long tail, lying against his spine. Ice blue eyes lowered, so they only looked at the thick rugs on the rich red tiles. He could feel Treize drinking him in, the cast of hazel eyes taking in that his pet was only dressed in the adornments he allowed. Zechs cock rose stiff and proudly erect from a neatly trimmed nest of pale curls and bobbed slightly as he walked over to the heavy oaken chair. His owner sat with hands loosely resting on the arms.

Treize felt his own restricted erection twitch desiring to bury himself deeply inside the wonders of his pet. But that would come later, first he need to give the pale skin a flush of color. His pet was now on his knees, head laid so lovingly on one of Treize's silk covered thighs. Reaching out he petted the silky bound strands on his lover’s head, taking time to run a finger over the outer rim of his pet’s ear. "Come, time to warm you my lighting count."

Clipping a woven silver chain to the collar and leading the eager body over to a padded bench, letting the lead dangle on the floor, he bent his pet’s face forward over the polished silver birch bench, groin resting on the soft midnight blue padding. He tied the hands onto rings set in the floor, spreading long, muscled legs apart to be tied to the bench legs. Such a vulnerable position to be in, so open to anything, the owner mused.

Running a hand over his pet’s firm ass cheeks, dipping a finger to tease at the hidden opening there, giving him another squeeze and pat before withdrawing to select a device guaranteed to have his pet writhing in his bonds before the night had even begun. It had been a long time since the two of them had been able to spend time in their special room.

Swish, thud.

Red and midnight blue dyed straps impacted across his unprotected rear end, causing a sharp breath to be drawn in, familiar warmth creeping over him.

Swish, thud.

The man behind him wielded the flogger with both skill and care knowing just the right way to make his pet nicely warm. Rising, rounded and quickly turning pink cheeks, begging for more silently.

Swish, swish, faster strokes from the owner, a brief pause followed by soft fingers touching the heated flesh, more strokes rained down, harder and quicker.

Moaning and panting now filled the candle lit room. 50 strokes were played across him, from back of his legs to the middle of his back, a lattice work marking the pet’s flesh, red on almost white.

Stepping back to admire the picture his pet made, heated flesh now glowing, he could not resist fondling the rock hard cock drooling precum, stroking it bought a long tortured moan. Quick little strokes and the moaning became open begging for release, to be fucked hard, anything if only his owner would let him. Removing the cock ring helping his pet retain control, pumping an equally thick weeping pole in time to the teasing strokes he was playing on his bound pet.

Moving to kiss, plying a liberal amount of tongue within each other’s sweet dark caverns.

"You’re hungry tonight pet."

Zechs just rolled his eyes as a hard blow sent delightful sensations thrilling along every nerve.

A cool oiled finger probed at his puckered entrance, making Zechs sigh and relax, opening freely for his owner. Three fingers later and he was ready to scream if he was not impaled soon on something, one of their toys or better still his owner’s wondrous cock. The fingers stopped stroking his insides, soon replaced by the warm pulsing head of Treize’s manhood. He was given a moment to savor the feeling before it was withdrawn, only to slam back home. Repeating over and over. Howling as the edge of his prolonged orgasm broke, washing over his taut body. Inner muscles spasming and clenching, his owner deeply buried within. Hot white semen coating the hand pumping him still, milking every last drop out. A cry twined with the ragged hoarse one pulled from his throat. Hot seed forcing its way deep in the warm tightness of his pet.

Shivers and waves of pleasure still running up and down his body. Floating in a void, safe, exhausted, but so happy. Familiar hands wander over his body, loosening bonds and pulling him up onto very wobbly feet.

(Come on love, just a couple of steps) Summer voice spoke to him mentally when he could not respond, still lost in a euphoric space. The sensation of movement and being arranged on a large soft surface. Half lidded eyes sliding shut.

(So... good... to... be... home.)

A gentle laugh and covers sliding up his damp flesh, as darkness took over.

Treize smiled with his own drowsy eyes, curling up against the still side, head resting on the broad chest rising and falling with sleep. Just a quick nap he promised them both, before going to bed. Amused at his own last thought, sleep tugging him into its embrace.


That night in the lush wing for guests and the temporary home of Dorothy's kisst, two women discussed a strange subject in the library they had been reading in.

Dorothy paced like a caged lioness, glancing out the window now and then.

"You’re imagining it."

"No I am not," growled the reply.

"How can you tell, one looks the same to me." Gentle eyes looked at her lover, still flushed from their kiss and make up session.

"It’s the same crow I tell you." Arms are flung out striking out at the invisible frustration.

"My heart, be at ease."

"I tell you it’s follow me, watching us. Something about it makes me feel... unclean"

Relena looked up marking her place in the book she was about to abandon to calm Dorothy down.

"There could be any number of crows out there; you’re still upset, seeing things that are harmless."

A furious glare that slid off the blond woman's back like water. "How would you know you said you can't tell one from the other?"

"Not all of us are high strung and paranoid." Relena teases.

"Not all of us are peace loving blind fools."

"OK, OK we will talk to my brother tomorrow, but for now please come to bed." Relena caved in.