four seasons

The voice of Feria lifted up in ecstasy could be heard all around the land as the lovers engaged in their activities, too engrossed in each other to notice anything else. Little do they know that a young god by the name of Takeo was silently watching up a tree, mesmerized. What were the nature god and his mate doing? Takeo hoped that his best friend would know. Disappearing, he returned to his home.

Yamato, the ruler of the firestorms and all else associated with the flares of the sun, blinked at the description that the younger god gave him. Hair flared in a fashion that resembled a capricious blaze, eyes glimmering gold speckled with brown and draped in a measly muslin cloth, the slightly older in the pair eyed his friend with curiosity. "Are you sure you...saw that?" He didn't want to have to explain it to the boy just yet. "When did Aki get himself a mate anyway?"

"I'm sure I did...!" Takeo pouted. Of all the gods in this realm, he always thought he was the most plain. His hair was a boring brown, and his eyes were moreso the same color. "Well, I'm not sure, but according to the gossip in the mortal world, it seems that they've found his bride and have already sacrificed him. His name is Feria, and he is rather lovely, Yama..."

"Well...it figures you would say so, having witnessed him in a state of ecstacy, forsaken of thread." Yamato made a face, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the child of Poseidon and Aeolus, Takeo, bearer of ice, expecting him to retort.

"You're such a pervert, you know..." Takeo pouted. His robe, made of ice, wilted a little whenever he got a little too close to the fire god. For extra precaution, he always brought a robe with him. He needed to have his dressmaker design something else for him.

"Why don't you ask Arachne to sew you another robe, huh?" Yamato stepped closer and closer, in amusement, watching the outfit glisten with more dew. He pressed himself to Takeo in an affectionate hug, feeling the outfit near disintegrate. "Or that sorcerer, Rizia, you're so fond of. The one who used to be a sea nymph -- your idol~" The boy teased, rocking his companion in his arms until the frosted clothing had literally, melted away in entirety.

The fiery-haired boy was sure his mother was Athena but his father...his father he had never known about. Each civilian had their own idea but in time, Yamato became immune to the gossipy talk and accusations of being poorly raised due to the absence of an older male. With his rage developed his power which he practiced utilizing atop a steeping mountain of boiling lava, a volcano. It neighbored Takeo's residency; a snow-capped mountain which owned the most frigid of temperatures, unbearable by any but the god of ice himself.

The two in this way had grown close, often battling each other, in youth, through boyhood 'til where they stood now, in order to test their inhuman abilities. Tossed and turned they did in the sands of beaches, rolling with the sensuous waves, the area being suitable, perfect, in regards to their habitual comfort levels. Cool yet smoldering was the tanned surface, pebbled with black, as was the sun beating down on them whereas the ocean was forever rejuvenating with an aspect that could make one shiver, growing occasionally warm only when the crisp, singing winds were not present.

"I bet you he could conjure up an outfit for you," cackled the redhead in question.

"Mmm..." Takeo mewled softly, the blush on his cheeks rising, and his body temperature heating up. "Why do you always like to see me naked?" he teased, looking up at the other with a fond smile. "Now I'm warm, even without clothes..." A shy laugh left his lips, which were gradually regaining a rosy color with Yamato being so near to him. It seemed that they were the only ones who could really stand each other's presence literally. Whenever Yamato got close to anyone other than those who were under him, they would heat up and sweat profusely, but with Takeo, he just felt warm and nice. The same went for the young god; other gods would complain of a chill whenever around him, however with Yamato, they balanced each other out. "Yes, perhaps I will ask Rizia to design me a robe that can stand your fire..."

"Resist my fire? Impossible." Yamato nipped at the frosted ear of Takeo, the flesh acquiring a fresh red hue.

"And why don't you mind being naked around me, hm?" Yamato felt around the bare skin, feeling the area beneath his fingertips scorch. He shivered in delight with Takeo's touch against the nerves of his back.

"Because it can't be helped, and you keep me warm," Takeo chuckled. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all," Yamato shook his head, mirroring Takeo's smile before planting a kiss to his forehead. "Shouldn't we head to Rizia's now...? Before sunset?"

"Indeed. Shall we use your chariot?"

The elder shrugged, calling over his horse whch lead the chariot. "Amber hasn't been much of the speed demon lately," he sighed, pulling into the sitting area and tugging Takeo along with him. "You can wear my clothes for now." He undid the robe, dressing the other in it. "I can make some out of flames for myself." And so he did, knowing the younger, less experienced godly being had not learned the skill of weaving outfits with his power.

"Oh...but won't my presence melt them away?" Takeo asked, a curious glint in his eyes. He loved the way Yamato took care of him like an older brother. Snuggling into the robe, he smiled cutely at the other and kissed his cheek. "Arigatou..."

Yamato couldn't supress his grin, responding with a "No problem." While time ticked away on earth, the fire god arrived in a matter of martian minutes on the island of Rizia, Takeo close by his side. Rizia was an enchantress, a descendant of Circe, and like Glaucus after Scylla, an enchanted merman was said to be in love with the youthful sorcerer. Yamato whispered the myths to Takeo as they ascended the stairs to Rizia's temple, easily avoiding the zoo of guardians that thrived about the large building.

The brunette sorcerer was in his chamber, waking up after a good night's sleep. Parting the curtains to let the light in, he noted with amusement his guests and ordered his servants to set out food and drink for them whilst he got ready. He only noticed the red rose by his desk when he sat down to write some notes for his next potion. The pretty male sighed in somewhat dreamy bliss.

Yamato ate up his portion of the grub without hesitation while waiting for Rizia to join them at the table and discuss this enchanted robe they were in need of making. In the back of his mind, the redhead worried although, hoping Rizia was not too much like his ancestor and would be in need of persuasion to take up the task, such as a night spent with him in bed.

"Is something wrong, Yama?" Takeo asked, noticing the change in his friend's facial expressions. "You seem worried about something..." The food was good, he had to admit.

"Huh? Oh, nothing." He glanced at the silhouette of the temptress, the sorcerer, and his many alluring servants before fixing his gaze on the mound of meat in his plate, hiding his anxieties in the consumption of his food.

Rizia slipped into a sleek gown made of crystals and diamonds, fully lined within before he sauntered to where the couple was. "Hello, my dears. What brings two gods to my domain? I am but a lowly mortal."

"Seeing as Ta-chan doesn't like Arachne very much and adores you...We came here to request an outfit for him that will withstand...my fire." His eyes, on their own will, traced the curves of the enchanter, his heart beating a minute bit faster.

"I see..." Rizia thought for a moment before nodding. His eyes traveled over to Takeo's form, memorizing his body and personality. "Very well. Come back in two days, with diamonds as payment."

A sigh of relief swept over the fire tamer, "How many diamonds would that be, Rizia-san?" He was sure he could unearth many but the question was the quantity.

"Just a dozen would be fine. I'm working on a new potion right now, and I'm running low..." Rizia mused, smiling at the two.

"Very well then. Expect us to return soon." After having wiped clean their plates, Yamato took Takeo by the arm, journeying to the exit. "We thank you greatly for your warm hospitality." He would have blessed the home as other gods were said to do but he didn't dare, aware of the illicit acts that had executed behind the temple pillars. He was grateful although - grateful Rizia hadn't compensated for something else.