Forging harmony.

NOTES: A magic user can get sucked into their element if they have poor control or heavy emotional damage. This is common for the ethereal unless they have a solidly formed pack.

CHAPTER 15: SWORDS, MAGIC AND A KISS.

Wufei was surprised to be up before both the princes and in the room they had used for practicing swords in the day before. It seemed hollow and empty; the wood panel walls had various weapons hung on them, a glass roof let in plenty of the morning light. He had been looking forward to working out in a group again. Giving a sigh he chose to warm up and practice like always. It was during his fifth run through he became aware of another presence. Spinning round out of habit, katana slashing out to cut his attacker into...

Surprised eyes widened on realizing it was Wolf who stood there. To late to reverse or pull his deadly stroke from his pack mate.

Shush.

The blade stuck in what felt like tar a hand’s width away from the smiling dark. The tar feeling flexed, catapulting the blade across the room. Other than a slight shadow surrounding the woman before him, Wufei could not see anything that could have blocked his blow, but he could feel a tingling of magic in the air.

Wolf had a wide smile, of all things, on her face.

"Nice to see you’re alert Draco." Amusement lightened the purr of her voice.

Stunned all Wufei could do was stare at the woman before him.

Black suede pants with a golden snake coiled up her right leg. Small, purple, low cut top left not only her flat stomach bare, but also gave a good view of her deep cleavage. A hot flush washed over him to feel the prickling of desire. Dam he had never been this turned on back home, nor by so many different people. The flush deepened at the memories from the garden yesterday.

"Our Wolf's sense of dress takes some getting used to." Zechs voice brought the embarrassed fire out of his thoughts.

"Erm, yes,” was all he could mumble.

Treize noted the katana sticking out of the wood paneling across the room, eyebrow rising at the pair already in the room. "Practicing without us?"

Wolf gave a deep laugh walking over to get down two mismatched daggers that hung on the wall. One was short and wide bladed, twin edge glinting in the light. The other was slim, fragile looking but as long as Wolf's fore arm again a twin edge. "You were late."

"Not that late. I do hope you’re going to let Wufei have that back." Zechs motioned to the embedded katana. Taking down his own rapier and inspecting the blade for flaws.

"My dear dark, killing MY fire is not a good thing." Treize scolds the woman, looking sternly at her as she dipped her head and then proudly brings it up to look him in the eye.

"It was my fault. Duo always said I need a bell. I made him jump and he defended with skill."

Zechs looked shocked over his shoulder pausing in the act of bringing Treize his own fencing foil. "Well I’ll be dammed." He whispered.

(Yes my love indeed.) Treize sent to his love. Pleased the lone woman of their pack was slowly opening up.

They paired up Wufei once again with Treize, while the light and dark squared off first. Zechs took an easy opening stance, saluting to indicate his readiness.

Wolf cocked her eyes suddenly hard like Heero's, calculating. Wufei could feel through the newly forming bond to the dark, a coldness like ice, it unnerved him.

(It's OK) Summer air warmth mentally soothed him. He flashed Treize a smile of thanks.

Clash, swish, clash, thud.

Zechs had reach with his rapier, it being light and quick, but Wolf had two blades and speed. Zechs’ fighting style was mostly forward motion; currently he was doing all the attacking. Standard forms easy read and expertly performed. Wufei was impressed; both Princes had similar styles, unlike his own based more on his homeland’s teachings. Wolf was not wrong when she said she did not fight she danced. At no time was she still, even when she stopped there was the impression of movement.

Whirl, slash, duck, stab.

Like a snake she struck quickly, blocking each move using her whole body to dance her chaotic mismatch of styles.

Zechs sent her wider left hand blade across the floor, pressing his advantage. Wolf used more twists to avoid him, less time to strike at her opponent. The fight now heating up, Zechs’ braid bouncing behind him, sweat glazing on his brow. He lunged forward strike going for the heart. Wolf dropped down onto her knee, thin right hand blade sliding up the rapier’s length, metal on metal. Darting under his guard to come up behind him, grabbing a handful of braid she tugged before moving back to in front of him, dark grin in place.

Zechs caught her wrist on the pass pulling her close and stealing a kiss, before letting her go.

The room dropped in its light level, shadows forming like a black pool about Wolf, throwing back her head she howled, dark eyes hard as onyx.
Zechs dropped his blade to quickly work a light shield unsure what the unpredictable dark was up to. He had seen her handiwork on the battle field before, it could get messy due to her lack of control when faced with strong emotions. He had evoked one hell of a reaction. (Duo get the fuck in here)

Wufei could feel a tug on his power; it was like a child's hand pulling on a parent’s clothing to get attention.

(Don't let her have it Wufei.) Normally bubbly voice was deadly serious as the owner skidded into the room Heero on his heels looking like he was about to kill someone.

A dark bolt spat out toward Zechs aimed with deadly intent, in Wolf’s hand another ball was forming. The first impacted harmlessly on the light’s shield, fizzling into glittery sparks.

"Wolf stop." Treize yelled hoping to bring her back from the edge. All he got was a flat emotionless look.

"Fuck!" Duo cringed to feel how much she had shut off the bonds to the others.

(Heero stay back) warm mental voice warning his fellow earth. But he shrugged and walked to an arm’s length from the upset woman.

"This is unacceptable." Slow blinking eyes look at him head cocked. Heero held out his hand, every one in the room holding their breath, as light began to grow back to its normal level.

"Wolf love, come on back." Duo was pleading not wanting to lose her to the deep darkness of her magic.

Slow blinking eyes, began to thaw. Feeling the bond to him open a fraction. Duo gently pushed his spirit power at her, letting her know she was loved.

Like a plug being pulled she suddenly dropped all magic use. Hands holding Heero, straight and stiff they stared, looking at each other not talking, a slight nod ended the two elements’ silent conversation. Letting go of his hand she launched herself at Zechs once more, her momentum taking them both on to the floor. This time her attack was aimed for his mouth, lips locked onto his demanding deeper entrance.

"Dam!" Wufei exclaimed, his shock plain.

"Is she doing what I think she is?" Treize concerned for his lover now pinned on the floor being dry humped.

"She don't do things by halves." Duo watched in amazement as clothes were being shed.

"This is acceptable." Was all Heero said before walking out of the room dragging a stunned Wufei with him.

"Ermm, do we stay or what?"

"No, Zechs can take care of himself." Treize directed Duo to the door. He could not stay and watch his love dominated no matter how much he was loving it and he was by the warm feelings he was getting through their bond. (Meet me in the baths later) He sent, moans now filling the air.

As the last pack mates stepped out of the room, the door shutting on the entwined forms of dark and light. Yes, the pack was bonding up nicely, the last wall was crumbling, within a week they would be completely bonded. Lines woven between each of them thin as spider silk and strong as steel.