Forging harmony.

CHAPTER 16: THE ART OF DISTRACTIONS AND QUESTIONS.

Quatre received a message about what was happening in the sword training room. It answered what he felt rippling though the wing and why Duo and Heero had left like the room was on fire, leaving him alone with Trowa. Something was weighing heavily on the emerald eyed man, coiled so deep in thought he missed the question. Offering him a game, a stunned look met his bright open smile. After Duo the water was the most expressive of the pack with his emotions.

"Sorry Quatre I was miles away."

He abandoned the board and its half completed game that he and Heero had been playing to sit beside him and captured the attention of the man who was once again slipping into deep thought.

"A Camel for your thoughts."

"What?"

"A Camel, it's a form of trade in my lands."

"Just letting it sink in, so much had changed"

"Oh." Quatre knew there was more, but unlike Duo, who would have flooded Trowa with questions and talked till he got what he wanted out the man Quatre would bide his time until there was a lull, a sweet drop in the sexy blood's defenses.

"Your mind would not be on a game. How about I take you for a walk in the grounds?" The blond stopped to scribble a note leaving it on the stone board. Not necessary, but with all that was going on the little water did not feel like interrupting anyone. If the note was not discovered and a problem came up they would call him.

Sun hit both men making them blink blindly for a moment. Hot heat washed over them instantly with its full midday force. Trowa expected to see the light skin of Quatre shimmer in sweat and pink, or him light headed and faint with heat stroke. But he looked more at home, loosening the light cotton pants, shirt open fully, rose-colored nipples peeking out and a grinning smile.

"It's this hot just after breakfast back at Father's."

"Do you miss it?"

"The heat yes and no, but my old home not much. Here is where I belong and now we are complete it will become even more like home. Besides I had so many expected responsibilities, it was smothering me." Gently he stroked Trowa's hand as they walked amidst the walled gardens. Jasmine scented the air that small children's voice's floated on. "Trowa what’s on your mind? You have been closed off since yesterday."

Taking a deep breath he tried to explain. "When we arrived the city seemed to call out to us, greeting the Princes. I've heard of living rock and that a blood and a earth work together to make it." Confused
Trowa looked down while walking on in silence.
"Mercurius was made before I came here. I only know that who ever made the city shared their dream to make a perfect city. But they must not have fit very well to become pack and so moved on searching." Leading the thinking man over to a bench Quatre sat them down. He began to bring them close in a loving embrace.

"The ritual room speaks as well" Soft spoken words from under brown bangs.

"It does!" Quatre thinks a moment. "With a copper voice and feels like all our elements intertwined. See you fit right in." he finishes brightly.

"So I am not going mad?"

"No silly. The ritual room is a communal mind scape made up from bits of us all. It’s hard to explain. But because we all belong to it it’s easier to work in.... Like a stew, just meat and water is bland but add stock, vegetables and love and it becomes stew." Trowa silenced Quatre with a deep kiss.

Small eyes blinked at the two men locked in a passionate embrace.

"Uncle Q, uncle Q." Three voices, chorus together as hands tugged and pulled on his arm to get the attention they sought. "Why you not kissing Duo, don't you love him any more?" Big innocent eyes stared up at the two men parting, voices cracking with upset.

"Uncle Q we're hot."

"Make bubbles."

"Will you kiss me like that?"

"Anna, Hanna, Shana." Quatre drapes his arm about Trowa, looking at the triplets. "Aha my little demons of course I love Duo still, I also love Trowa as well. No kissing till your older Anna."

"I am Shana," small defiant voice.

Trowa could not believe how much a mother hen the water was, chatting to the little girls as he moved them over to beside the fountain and created bubbles for them. It was the same fountain the four of them had enjoyed each other.

"I thought this was our wing only." Trowa mused.

"It is but Duo's kids often come visiting." Light dawned in the blood's eye. Of course Treize and Zechs had taken them all in off the street. Light voices teased them both into a game of tag, where it was discovered Uncle Trowa was just as much fun to play with.

"Wu-man you OK?" Duo and Wufei were standing in the corridor. Treize and Heero were heading towards the baths leaving them standing alone.

"Fine."

"Come back to the common room, I'll give you a back rub, it will help with the tension." Duo flashed his warm grin, steering the darker skinned man along.

Letting the faint cries of pleasure heard through the closed door melt from his mind, throwing cushions on the floor and then fetching a small box from his room Duo noticed the note from Quatre on the game board.

"Fei take your top off and get comfortable. I'll have things ready in a moment."

Taking out a creamy looking bar and holding it between his hands for a few minuets, letting heat from his hands warm the solid massage bar. Slowly the oil melted and coated the braided man’s hands, which he then rubbed over golden skin leaving a line of shiny cinnamon scented oil in its wake. Skilled fingers sought out the knots and kinks tensing up the fire’s shoulder's bringing forth soft moans of relaxation.

Treize noticed the corded muscles of tension in Heero as the two stripped off cloths in the silence. He also was wound tight emotionally, torn by feelings of jealousy and joy. The two Princes had been lovers a long time before they began to find their pack. First was Duo and Wolf, so when the spirit easily began to bond with them it had felt natural and right for the younger man to enter their bed as well. He was so energetic and oozed natural sexually, it was hard to resist.

Duo had no problem seducing both princes and making each feel valued, desired. Happy to bottom to both of them even if he did not play the kind of games the lovers did. They discovered he had a delightful sensitive body coupled with a huge appetite that never seemed quite sated. A surprise came in the form of the beautiful man still being a virgin, something very rare on the streets. He had skills to flirt and flatter a mark so quick fingers could dip into a pocket, unlike his adopted sister who had found other ways to part people from there goods.

Fingers brushed his jaw line, bringing him back from memories, a deep blue stare looked at him. Not as light as Zechs’ and his ice blue, these held a different ice. Heero sat on the side of the large warm pool, beside his master, green collar the only thing to break up coffee skin slightly flushed with desire. Heero smiled at him, shocked Treize slipped into the water.

Heero watched the air’s face show so many emotions. It was not how he had been trained by his own cold-hearted teacher. Flashing the small smile again when he heard Treize speak slowly.

"Are you settling in?" So far Treize knew Heero had made some kind of connection to some of the pack.

"Yes." Flat emotionless.

"You don't hate what we had to do?" Remembered death glares from the trek home sprung up.

"No."

Treize opened his mouth and closed it.

"It's hard for a dominant to bow to any chain, no matter how soft or well intended." He fingered his own collar a moment.

Both Princes had done nothing but treat each member of the pack as equal whether free or slave. Both were kind, firm and good leaders, all admirable traits. It was no wonder things flourished under their guidance.

"She will start to heal now; it will still be a struggle for her." Heero said braking another silence. Through the bond he could feel the dark open up to Zechs and his joy at it happening.

"You’re bound already to her?" Mused the prince.

"Not fully yet. More an understanding."

Treize looked at the earth amazed, this quiet, cold seeming man held emotions. His mask of ice like hers of anger. Who had hurt Heero so deep that he would create such deception? Hot wanting washed over him. Whatever Wolf was doing Zechs felt pain and pleasure. It was coming through the bond to his lover driving him mad. Lips found his and he blindly responded back. Tongues dueling for dominance and the taste of each other completely. It felt good to touch the other man, felt even better when Heero palmed the throbbing erection he had. Lips still tightly pressed together, Treize also searched out and pumped his earth’s own cock, moans swallowed by the other.

A hand caressed his ass cheeks, making him stiffen and pull away slightly more by instinct, Heero still kept his hand on the Prince's stiff large member. Treize looked him square in the eye for a moment and then stroked his hand upwards along the smaller man’s spine.

(I understand) Soft summer rain voice.

Heero nodded and moved back close again to resume kissing. Now tongues stopped trying to determine who would be top and became more loving. Heero whimpered when Treize removed his hand from stroking him, he was so close. But he liked that the Prince's fingers were undoing the collar about his throat.

(In this we are equal) again the gentle rain voice.

It warmed and soothed so deep in Heero that he felt his chest swell as the collar dropped into the water forgotten for now. Each man resumed long strokes on the other, lips once again kissing and nibbling. Both were careful not to push the other too far, to just concentrate on the pleasure. Treize was moaning and thrusting his hips to meet Heero's own motions, neither could say what it was that set off the chain reaction of their joint orgasm. Water taking away both sets of milky white seed, gasping they clutched at each other for support.

"Heero I want to show you something special."

Half lidded eyes looked over at Treize. Both of them had managed to get out the water and lay on spread towels, warm air supplied by Treize drying them.

"I don't think I can move yet."

"You don't have to. I want to show you, share a dream with you, it’s better if you let me show you as words can't yet describe it."

Heero just nodded once, laid his head back down and waited for the touch of the air on his mind. What Treize had to show him truly did surpass all known forms of communication Heero could think of at that time.