Winter Thanksgiving; a day to spend time putting your love, heart and soul into cooking something sweet and delicious for those you care about. Not intended to be a day in which one slaves over every single minute detail and stressing over stupid things. It was cold, of course. Much as the name implies, winter thanksgiving is, in fact, in winter.

There was snow coating the ground, ice accumulated here and there and it seemed that more fluffy droplets of snow were falling down from the gray sky.

Chihaya was busy hunched over a plate, placing the nozzle of the frosting bag to the white cream on top of the cake. It was freshly baked and his whole home smelled of frosting, sugar, warmth and cookies.
Almost effortlessly the chef began drawing those elegant shapes and adornments onto the cake's surface in spiraling patterns. The light purple frosting came out beautifully and added a lovely touch to the homemade delight. Even the hue of the frosting seemed to be artistic and crafted by expert hands.

"There," he mumbled to himself in absolute glee that this cake was finished. "Perfect." And nothing would leave his kitchen or his house if it wasn't so. Chihaya had placed the cake into a small box topped off with a little bow and scurried off to clean himself up. There seemed to be flour on his cheeks and his hair was sticking out in odd places.
He finished up his shower in haste. He was eager to see the face when he presented the gift. Chihaya was known for being a slightly cynical, more or less harsh-worded little guy. The idea that he had slaved over a cake for just a single individual seemed silly and unproductive. After adjusting his hair clips, fixing the apron that constantly hugged his body, and taking a long look at the mirror to gaze into his violet eyes, he was ready for the moment of truth!

At all costs he avoided every villager he had come across on his journey toward the obscure location in town. At least there weren't many people he had come across –just a few here and there. Roomi was running off in the direction of Town Hall, Juli was preening himself and had blown a kiss at the quickly passing Chihaya, and the mayor had uttered a warm 'hello' to him to which the orange-haired chef replied to with mock-interest.

Everything hit him when he knocked on the door. The sun was already setting and he could tell that the man would be a tad groggy at this hour of the late afternoon.

Gale was actually wide awake at that hour, and he was gazing through his telescope which was set on a certain constellation. The sunset was going incredibly slow this day and it seemed he would have to wait a few hours before the sky began to go dark. He was about to heave himself off of the wooden chair he was perched at to go make himself some herbal tea when he heard the knock at his door.

The man was surprised to see the small chef standing there, his arms outstretched with a gift. "An offering to me?" Gale asked happily, quickly stepping aside to let Chihaya into the humble abode. "But I am not the God or Goddess. Am I your God, Chihaya?"

Chihaya stiffened a bit as he stepped inside. "It is Winter Thanksgiving," he stated matter-of-factly. His violet eyes began gazing about the room. It was entrancing no matter how plain it seemed. The Wizard of the Stars had a humble abode indeed! The walls were bare and simple in style; the rug was nothing more than an ode to stars – moons and diamonds. The spiraling staircase up to the little observatory and bedroom seemed so intriguing.

Gale took the box from him at that point but Chihaya was still looking around almost dumbfounded; he gaped at the fact that he was inside.

"I baked that cake for you. I wanted to see your reaction to it. You seem to divert yourself from most customs in this town."

Gale had opened the box and stood in awe at the beautifully crafted cake. No doubt it was made from scratch by the sweet hands of this little chef boy who had wandered into his territory. Gale couldn't suppress the smirk that appeared on his devilishly handsome face, lips upturned in delight. "You wanted to see my reaction yet you stand there looking at my [i]home [/i]instead of letting those pretty eyes look at me?"

Chihaya felt his cheeks flush instantly. "W-what?!" He usually had something akin to a hot-blooded temper but his smart ass remarks were thrown out the window as Gale forcefully pressed onto his lips. In an instant the smaller male was pushed against the closest wall as the wizard's slightly tanned hands began wandering. In mere moments Gale had managed to undo the tie at the back of his apron.
It was at this point that Chihaya pulled his head away from another onslaught of kisses and took in a deep breath. "What a-are you … d-doing..?"

"Giving thanks," Gale said merrily. To contradict his easygoing words his intriguing eyes narrowed to slits. They seemed to sparkle like two different colored gems. He was the fox. Chihaya was the prey. The cooking master was lured in and now was being lead down the road he couldn't return from. It was already too late!

"Giving thanks?" Chihaya repeated, finding his voice and managing to hold back his stuttering. "You give thanks on this day by baking something nice for those you cherish."

"You cherish me?" Gale asked with another merry chirp to his voice. Chihaya fought his thoughts away. Yes, he had seen this man only a few times, yes he had thought he was incredibly handsome and absolutely mysterious; the perfect man to find himself entangled with in passion.
Chihaya was going to say something but what came out was a broken moan as he felt the man's hands pull the apron away and his face bury in Chihaya's neck, nipping at the tender flesh.

Oooh yes, thought Chihaya, he is definitely the fox and I am his prey!

Gale was busy turning Chihaya around. He began advancing forward toward the staircase. Surely the wizard had cast some sort of spell on him. Surely, Chihaya thought, that this man had magical powers that had planted the seed in his mind to bake that cake in the first place. He opened his lazy purple eyes and noted the direction they were headed. It would be magic in itself if they could get up the stairs without tumbling over and breaking their necks! But Gale pressed on and soon Chihaya found something pressing against his thigh with intense need. It felt hard as a rock.

His lips were still consumed by the wizard's when he made the discovery that, he too, was sporting a rock hard erection throbbing with desire. It stuck out from his pants, causing them to tent up a bit. It was blatantly obvious now because his apron had been discarded and there was nothing in the front of the pants to hide it with.
Gale had worked on the buttons of Chihaya's shirt when the smaller man pulled away again.

"I don't know!" he blurted out –answering the question about cherishing Gale that had been voiced, what seemed like, hours prior. Chihaya's face was still red and that blush had melted down to his neck and over what was revealed of his chest. Gale smiled happily and bowed his head so both men's foreheads were touching.

"You cherish me. You made me a cake and put your love into it! And you said yourself that this day is for making things for those you cherish. Does this include making love too?"

"But I've never even talked to you much! I've only seen you a few times!" Chihaya was willing to say anything to verify what was going on and why he was getting so turned on because of it.

Gale's brow rose and he pulled away for a while, staring intently at his orange-haired delight. The smaller man felt as if he were being sized up. The feeling was uncomfortable. But Gale was just so sexy standing there…

Gale fixed the unease by falling to his white-clad knees in front of him. Chihaya let out a groan as the man dug the fingers of one hand into his hips and worked on prying the pants zipper down. Violet eyes became frantic as he added two plus two together to get the answer.

"O-Oh… n-no, don't do that, er…" He had given this man a cake on the most important sweet-giving day and he didn't even know his real name!

As if sensing the dilemma, as soon as Gale pulled Chihaya's pants down to reveal the throbbing, needy member, he gazed up with those exquisite eyes and whispered, "Gale.."

"Gale!" Chihaya blurted out as his face contorted in desire. The man had wrapped his lips around a danger zone and the fingers that did not clench the other's hip with authority were now stroking the length carefully. Chihaya held on for as long as he could –which wasn't long at all –before coming into Gale's mouth. The wonderful feeling of being pleasured by this man with the pale blonde hair, tanned skin and beautiful eyes had been enough to send him hurdling off the edge. He bucked his hips erratically to ride out the intensity of his orgasm. A minute after climax he realized how needy he must have appeared and internally cursed himself.

Gale simply grinned. "I cherish you too, Chihaya."