Forging harmony.

NOTES:
MIND SCAPE: is like a dream/inner part of the mind. Ethereal have stronger control due to the nature of their magic. If someone is broken in their mind scape they lose all sense of self. You can only enter the mind scape of another if they are pack or kisst. There is also a powerful ritual that can be cast, but it's very dangerous.
ASTRAL SELF: This is how you are seen in a mind scape or in a ritual room.

CHAPTER SEVEN, STREET RATS.

"It was a cold, perilously, stormy night when I set out to arrange some meager food offerings from a couple of helpful places I knew of. The ravaged eyes that tore my heart to see needed my help again." Duo started with a flourish, captivating the room.

"What he means is it was the middle of the day and he was picking pockets in the city slums. Ravaged eyes?? Come on you were just as starved as the lot of us, if not more so." Wolf corrected from her place on the floor, book in hand.

"I'm telling the tale."

"Then tell it right." Duo sent her a challenging look. "We needed food, he stole and I worked. Zechs and he tricked me, the end." Wolf looked at Duo, a scowl on her face.

"Wolf, love, you left out all the fun bits. Like your rampage in the market place and how Duo and Zechs saved the day." Quatre added smiling as the dark's face grew more and more clouded.

"Or how Treize later rounded up all the kids to bring them into the palace" Duo pushed in.

"He tells it so well." Quatre agreed, both water and spirit shinning with anticipation at the story pushing to get out.

Without another word Wolf got up, throwing the book at Duo as she passed heading out into the night. A dark cloud seemed to follow her. Three sets of eyes looked to the playful pair.

"Should some one go after her?” asked Trowa, concern in his voice. Had Duo gone too far.

"Not if you like your head in once piece, give her time to cool down." The slightly less manic spirit replied. Then taking a deep breath he plunged into a not quite so glorified tale.

"We lived on the street, about 8 or 10 of us in a group. It's safer that way less chance of... Well after Solo died it fell to me to keep the group safe, I took days and Wolf took night shifts. Most of the group was under 6 years old we think, it's hard to tell. Yes, I stole but only what we needed to stay alive and only from those who could afford it. Wolf has other talents that helped us get by and the bigger gangs from getting their hands on the little ones. You would not think it of her, but she's a good mother." Duo glanced at the tent opening, he could feel the anger out there, swelling, mixed with pain.

"Well the day Zechs came into our life's was a blessing and an uphill battle. The market was buzzing, easy pickings to be had. Well until Darrow came steaming through the place. Darrow runs a whore house, picks up street kids to keep it full. Seems he dropped by while I was out looking for easy pickings. He got more than he bargained for and that more was baying at his heels for blood. The thing is scum like Darrow don't fight fair, he had friends and they were coming to his aid. The crowd was too thick for me to get to Wolf easily and they had her cornered. Have you ever seen a cornered animal before? It's not a pretty sight. But Zechs, bless him, can't stand to see a woman ganged up on, stepped in, buying me time to barge past people." Duo grins at remembering how he felt that day. "It took both me and Zechs to drag her off his corpse and away from the watching crowd. Then the real battle began. Being a spirit I had always known she was a dark and at that moment Zechs was her light. Trying to make her see sense is hard." Duo motioned with his hand at the tent door. "As you see. Any way we got her to come with us to the castle. The rest is another tale and this story teller is tired."

Duo sat beside Trowa, sipping water. The others looked shocked. Except Quatre who already knew all of the story, even the bits Duo had left out. Wufei got up to fetch back their last pack member for bed.

Treize and Zechs were deeply kissing each other, fingers tracing familiar patterns over each other's naked flesh. A familiar bundle of emotions walked past their tent, out to the quieter edge of the camp. Zechs tensed up. "Do you think she will be all right?" He mused.

Fingers wound into his hair pulling him down to receive more light kisses. “Yes,” his lover breathed along his jaw line. Treize kneaded the tight muscles of the blond's wide shoulders, hard erections rubbing together as the lovers renewed their ministrations to each other.

Zechs as an ethereal was more dominant in matters of magic. Treize dominated the bedroom. Binding his lover's hands over his head, he licked and sucked his way down to the straining manhood he liked to tease and torment. Slipping a rose quartz cock ring about his light's aching rod of flesh, the moan from Zechs was worth its weight in gold.

"I've been thinking of you all day my sweet lighting count." Treize purred in the captive man's ear.

Pushing the long legs up Treize gained better access to the joys and delights of Zechs' ass. Slowly, not needing any more prep than to smear the leaking pre-cum off his own cock around the entrance of his lover, he entered. Short thrusts inched him in deeper and both moaned and cried out in passion.

"Let me in sweet lighting count." Treize ordered, he could feel it as he sank deep with the tight channel, his mind joining his lover in a mind scape. There he could do delightful things to his willing slave, that currently was not practical when on the move. How he missed their special toys back home.

Both princes had a long and fun filled night together, both climaxing hard and often. The last time Zechs had begged for rest, begged in such a way Treize could not refuse.