Forging harmony.
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Web of faith.
CHAPTER 21: WEB OF FAITH
Trowa and Heero talked as they walked out of the wing they had not left since the night of the welcome banquet. Treize had given them permission to first go see the battle cat's enclosure, for they were bound to find Catherin doing her best. Treize had hoped the visiting kisst would ask for help when the sudden upset hit them. When they had not he feared that word had got out about what had happened to them the night Dekim attacked nearly killing two of his pack.
“Trowa has Treize talked to you?” A green eye looked at Heero thoughtfully.
Both move on in a comfortable silence.
“A little.” The blood ponders what is on Heero's mind other than protecting the people he was growing close to. Of all the personalities in the group, he was the most hard to read for Trowa.
Light washed over them as well as rain, making them dash for the cats’ enclosure and heralded by the sound of distress.
“It's getting to the other cats.” Trowa felt his own cat's unease at all the unusual noise. A nod from his companion as they entered the area Catherin had set up a small cot.
The woman herself was sitting on the floor about to uncover the shoulder wound on the lioness’ shoulder when the two men walked in. Deep dark circles lined her eyes and a frown of worry made her seem even older due to the stress.
“Oh I was hoping you were Sally.” Her strained voice moved Trowa as her hands unwrapped the bloody cloth.
“No we came to help.”
“Dorothy does not wish to trouble you all, this is a kisst problem.
“We are not offering.” Heero informed her as he knelt down beside the earth element.
Treize managed to catch Relena's hand as she scurried past on one of her rare moments away from her sick lover.
“This is going to stop now. I never thought you a fool princess.” There was heat in his voice.
“Treize we can deal with this.” She threw just as much heat back at him.
“No you can't. Not if my suspicion is correct.” He looked deep into her eyes trying to make up his mind if she was trustworthy and not some pawn in a very dangerous game. Taking a calculated risk…
“Trowa and Heero will by now be seeing to Dorothy's cat. You my dear are going to let us do what we can to that stubborn fool.” He held up a hand to stop the argument. “This will all happen today and by tomorrow every thing will seem fine. You will leave for the Sank kingdom as planned.”
The look of shock on the flaxen haired princess would have been worth any amount of hassle and sharp tongued remarks. Treize knew his lover’s younger sister very well having watched the siblings verbally duel many times. To see her floundering for words was very rare.
A silent nod was all the sign he needed, handing the woman a pouch of ground up powder.
“Mix it with water or a little weak wine; make sure Dorothy drinks it all. It's meant to let her sleep, and then we can work this out without her hell cat claws digging into our flanks.” He let the woman go, mentally seeking out Heero for a progress report as he moved back to the common room where he had left Zechs taking care of their own recovering people. It seemed the battle cat had a draining spell on it; both earths and Trowa were working on breaking the spell. Once done they would return to set the next part of his plan in motion.
Groans from sweet parted lips, brought Treize back to what was before him
Duo lay on his back, legs hitched over Zechs' shoulders. Zechs in turn was pumping himself into the tight heat of the ex-street rat; dark eyes watched the two lazily. Treize sat down becoming another voyeur watching the erotic scene before him making a mental note how lovely his lover looked taking the younger man. Hair tossed about like tall grass in the wind, as heads were thrown about in all consuming passion. Their harsh pants and sweaty bodies nearing to a climax that threatened to have both men crying out. Treize could feel his own sex twitch confined in his pants.
Wolf touched his arm and flashed a dark smile before moving over to the couple having sex openly in the room. Leaning down close to first Duo's ear, a few whispered words to him and his eyes glazed over even more, the flush on his body now a deep red. Next she moved to Zechs grasping his hair by the roots painfully yanking him so he had to look Treize in the eye.
(Look at him) soft velvety voice speaks to both princes in a commanding if gentle tone.
Treize, hand cupping his own needy reaction, watched as pain tipped first Zechs over the edge followed closely by Duo. He was right about the sweet screams of completion. Wolf was still holding Zechs by the hair in one hand and the other was now around his chest, supporting and calming. As both of them slowly came down from their orgasmic high, it was a wonderful sight to behold. Treize was granted the sight of Wolf slowly lowering his lover after a playful nip at his ear; settling them in each other’s arms on the pile of cushions. Dark shadows flowed across the room knitting together into a blanket to hide the toned muscular bodies.
Trowa and Heero talked as they walked out of the wing they had not left since the night of the welcome banquet. Treize had given them permission to first go see the battle cat's enclosure, for they were bound to find Catherin doing her best. Treize had hoped the visiting kisst would ask for help when the sudden upset hit them. When they had not he feared that word had got out about what had happened to them the night Dekim attacked nearly killing two of his pack.
“Trowa has Treize talked to you?” A green eye looked at Heero thoughtfully.
Both move on in a comfortable silence.
“A little.” The blood ponders what is on Heero's mind other than protecting the people he was growing close to. Of all the personalities in the group, he was the most hard to read for Trowa.
Light washed over them as well as rain, making them dash for the cats’ enclosure and heralded by the sound of distress.
“It's getting to the other cats.” Trowa felt his own cat's unease at all the unusual noise. A nod from his companion as they entered the area Catherin had set up a small cot.
The woman herself was sitting on the floor about to uncover the shoulder wound on the lioness’ shoulder when the two men walked in. Deep dark circles lined her eyes and a frown of worry made her seem even older due to the stress.
“Oh I was hoping you were Sally.” Her strained voice moved Trowa as her hands unwrapped the bloody cloth.
“No we came to help.”
“Dorothy does not wish to trouble you all, this is a kisst problem.
“We are not offering.” Heero informed her as he knelt down beside the earth element.
Treize managed to catch Relena's hand as she scurried past on one of her rare moments away from her sick lover.
“This is going to stop now. I never thought you a fool princess.” There was heat in his voice.
“Treize we can deal with this.” She threw just as much heat back at him.
“No you can't. Not if my suspicion is correct.” He looked deep into her eyes trying to make up his mind if she was trustworthy and not some pawn in a very dangerous game. Taking a calculated risk…
“Trowa and Heero will by now be seeing to Dorothy's cat. You my dear are going to let us do what we can to that stubborn fool.” He held up a hand to stop the argument. “This will all happen today and by tomorrow every thing will seem fine. You will leave for the Sank kingdom as planned.”
The look of shock on the flaxen haired princess would have been worth any amount of hassle and sharp tongued remarks. Treize knew his lover’s younger sister very well having watched the siblings verbally duel many times. To see her floundering for words was very rare.
A silent nod was all the sign he needed, handing the woman a pouch of ground up powder.
“Mix it with water or a little weak wine; make sure Dorothy drinks it all. It's meant to let her sleep, and then we can work this out without her hell cat claws digging into our flanks.” He let the woman go, mentally seeking out Heero for a progress report as he moved back to the common room where he had left Zechs taking care of their own recovering people. It seemed the battle cat had a draining spell on it; both earths and Trowa were working on breaking the spell. Once done they would return to set the next part of his plan in motion.
Groans from sweet parted lips, brought Treize back to what was before him
Duo lay on his back, legs hitched over Zechs' shoulders. Zechs in turn was pumping himself into the tight heat of the ex-street rat; dark eyes watched the two lazily. Treize sat down becoming another voyeur watching the erotic scene before him making a mental note how lovely his lover looked taking the younger man. Hair tossed about like tall grass in the wind, as heads were thrown about in all consuming passion. Their harsh pants and sweaty bodies nearing to a climax that threatened to have both men crying out. Treize could feel his own sex twitch confined in his pants.
Wolf touched his arm and flashed a dark smile before moving over to the couple having sex openly in the room. Leaning down close to first Duo's ear, a few whispered words to him and his eyes glazed over even more, the flush on his body now a deep red. Next she moved to Zechs grasping his hair by the roots painfully yanking him so he had to look Treize in the eye.
(Look at him) soft velvety voice speaks to both princes in a commanding if gentle tone.
Treize, hand cupping his own needy reaction, watched as pain tipped first Zechs over the edge followed closely by Duo. He was right about the sweet screams of completion. Wolf was still holding Zechs by the hair in one hand and the other was now around his chest, supporting and calming. As both of them slowly came down from their orgasmic high, it was a wonderful sight to behold. Treize was granted the sight of Wolf slowly lowering his lover after a playful nip at his ear; settling them in each other’s arms on the pile of cushions. Dark shadows flowed across the room knitting together into a blanket to hide the toned muscular bodies.