Forging harmony.

CHAPTER NINE: THE BINDS THAT HOLD US.

Rashid the leader of the shadow walkers walked into the common room of the pack, his tall form bowing to his ex-master. They had all changed into matching soft black leather trousers and a silk shirt in deep

purple, brooches all present. "Good to see you ready" He led them to the banquet room.

Soft music played from the already assembled band of musicians. Heero noted a couple of instruments without players but gave no further thought to it, looking about as was his habit, noting any threat, eyes

skimming over the plush room and decorations. It was a theme of pale blue and white, making the pack stand out. So Treize and Zechs wanted to show off their prizes or was he sending a warning out?

The two Princes sat already at the raised head table, Dorothy to Treize's left and Relena to Zechs' right. Rashid led the six of them to sit in front of the table where large cushions awaited them. Duo flopped down first looking bored but also beautiful, his lose hair splaying out. Wufei sat crossed legged as if he was meditating, which he was. Quatre reclined with more grace, clear blue eyes watching the musicians, swaying to the beat. Heero looked like he had been carved from rock, dark hair hiding the hooded eyes. Trowa leaned over on one elbow resting on a long leg bent up. Wolf curled up, a small smile flashed at Duo telling him he was now forgiven.

The night was slow, boring with little surprise. People chatted and ate fine foods. First surprise was Dorothy getting up and storming out and Relena crying as Zechs patted her hand and hushed her up with all the

love he could give the awkward girl. Once Relena calmed down, well to a sniffling princess, the remainder of her kisst followed after Dorothy. Treize gave a small hand signal and apologized to the room.

Second surprise was when Quatre and Wolf moved over to the musicians' corner after the rushing, weeping women incident. Quatre played first a violin solo, sad and mournful, each note dragging the audience along. Next was a brighter piece of music which Wolf accompanied with a wonderful descant on a flute. Quatre and Wolf's instruments playfully dancing about each other in counterpoint. Last of all had Wufei looking at the two, now alone.


Quatre played an intro while Wolf tapped out the beat

with her foot, closing dark eyes, she began to sing. Her voice which was normally a deep growl suddenly shifted growing light, sweet. Her face smoothed out and Wufei could feel... joy suddenly flow into the room, like a blanket had been lifted. Wufei watched the shiny blond playing, moving with the music completely engrossed. It made things low in his loins pulse and throb with fire.

Later they were all escorted back to their rooms, each notable tired out from the experience.

"That was horrible." Trowa threw himself on the first couch.

"Luckily they don't happen too often" Duo soothed his lover curling up beside him.

"I did not know you played Quatre." Wufei smiled, half lidded dark eyes shining. It appeared it was just the four of them left in the common room.

Duo was having his back rubbed by Trowa, who wore a small lazy smile of his own. Quatre feeling the time was right sat beside Wufei taking the copper hands in his own.

"I don't often have the chance to show my skill. I am glad you liked it" He turned his head to look deeply into coal black ones. Quatre swore he could see deep down a flickering flame, one that matched his own desire. Moving closer, his lips just hovering over Wufei's unsure how he would be received. The fire took the last step for the water. With a hand tangling into light blond strands and lips hungrily devouring his own Quatre did not need any more encouragement. Hands now roamed bodies not slowly, but heated and needy. The other couple in the room quite forgotten as they were caught up in the tide of emotions.

Quatre looked about, the place was so strange, but also welcoming, wondering if this was what Wufei's home looked like. Strange trees and flowers seemed to be arranged in patterns, stone paths wound about the

garden. He was standing on a small low wooden bridge painted red that spanned a pond. Looking down into the water he was surprised to see fish weaving amongst the lily pads. The water reflected his usual astral self, brighter blue eyes, water drops clinging to his hair and most of all the light gauze material of his home land. (Wufei)

A hand touched his shoulder letting Quatre know the fire was there. Quatre turned to face the man whose mind scape he was in. Bare copper chest, dusky nipples that begged to be sucked. Loose burnt orange silk that only made Wufei look even more exotic to the water element. (Your hair is longer and I like it out of its tie.) Quatre ran his fingers through the black silk. Wufei began to hungrily feast on his lips with

passion. Hands explored the strange clothes annoyed at their presence. This made Quatre laugh and constricting, he made the clothes vanish, revealing one very hard cock.

The need to take the now naked man in front of him seemed to burn. Moving so he could lead Quatre off the bridge, soft grass would be better for what he had in mind. Quatre gasped, sun glinting off a gold tattoo, the creature was unknown to him. Hearing the little intake of breath and knowing already the question before it could form in the water's mind Wufei told him it was a dragon. Light made the thing dance and look alive, even if it was just moving flesh making the magic work. Undoing the tie on his pants and loosening them, gravity did the rest to make the silk pool at his bare feet. A stiff cock was rising out of a small thatch of black curls, pre-come leaking. Wufei guided his water element to willing knees, ass ripe and waiting for him.

(Take me.) gentle flowing voice urged on.

Without further thought the fire pushed himself inside with one hard long thrust, all the way up to the hilt. Quatre screamed out arching his back up against his lover, fighting to keep control, he had almost come undone in that one thrust alone. Giving the smaller man a moment to adjust to his size, tight muscles gripping and stroking his deeply buried cock.

Soft little whimpers tumbling out told Wufei how much Quatre liked this. (please... please I beg you move, fuck me... please Fei) flowing voice with such need.

Burying his nose into the damp hair of the water he could smell a sweetness to it, rocking his hips slowly, small shallow thrusts that just made the other man moan wanting more.

More was what Quatre got; glad his lover understood it was ok to be rough that he needed to be taken hard and fast. Screams echoed around the garden, both lovers being quite vocal about their needs, wants.

Wufei kept Quatre on the brink not letting him fall off the edge until he could no longer use his training to hold back. Roaring like a dragon as he pounded into the tight ass as it clamped down in ripples of orgasm.

Panting both came back to reality hot, sweaty and covered in their mutual releases. Quatre was bent over the couch they had been sitting on earlier; Wufei's cum dribbling down his legs. Wufei had Quatre's cum

over his hand. Both looked about suddenly realizing they were alone, sounds from Duo's room telling them both all they needed to know. As one they turned to where the bathing facility was to clean up and

eventual heading to the big bed Quatre had.