Senri was just about step in and save his best friend when he felt it.

For the intended celebration, the circular room of the throne room of the Crystal Tower was turned into a spacious dance floor, and the air was filled with a thick, luminous confetti shimmering with white and gold reflexes. Hythlodaeus, with a lute and biggest grin possible – not to mention his wonderful voice – supplied the music for them to enjoy, and while Senri broke himself away from admiring the tiny wonder of Aion in her mother's arms, he spotted that his sisters dragged poor Rahm in the middle of the dance floor. While all present were chatting, laughing, or dancing, the blonde tossed him a pleading look while the three girls seemed busy discussing animatedly in what order the teen was going to dance with them, and internally beyond amused, he turned his step toward them, ready to give his friend an excuse to bolt.

They all knew that after fully understanding why he was brought here and the path ahead, Rahm wanted to wait until he was allowed to meet his soulmate, but it hardly stopped the girls from practicing their flirting on him, especially in the absence of the other available boys. They weren't malicious about it, either, but Theia did tell Senri that they found Rahm's obvious embarrassment about being the focus of their attention amusing.

So yes, he was about to save his friend – then, obviously, find his cute redhead because, after a swift look around, it seemed that Raha had snuck off somewhere – when a downright insistent, burning sensation settled in his gut, and his gaze snapped toward its direction. Utterly confused – an instantly, painfully turned on – his step wavered, then he barely consciously turned and followed the feeling.

It felt like a pull, hooked deeply inside him, and after passing the gate of the throne room and one crystalline corridor after another, it grew increasingly intense, sending goosebumps to sprinkle over his skin and bristling his fur. Ears flattened against his head and tail flicking nervously, somehow, he wasn't that surprised when the sensation ended up leading him toward the door of the library, by then sure that it was his devious redhead somehow causing that feeling.

Sometimes he was sure that Raha was bent on tormenting him! Close to a year ago, in the same room and using the excuse of being unable to reach a book on a taller bookshelf behind him, when Senri eagerly set to help, he ended up pulled into a sweet, if uncertain kiss. Raha knew his weakness for him – fuck, all knew about it! – as well as his determination to wait until his intended mate would reach a proper age… But he also, more than anyone, knew that Senri's self-control was crap, not to mention buzzing hormones were making holding onto his goal painful.

Azeyma, he tried… so hard, but he had been in love with Raha as long as he could remember, and one look at these gorgeous, crimson eyes… the sweet, sweet taste of his plush lips, and he felt like an addict, begging for another taste. It literally took all of his strength not to fuck his redhead – especially when he would beg for it – and even now, helplessly lured in, he deluded himself with the thought that whatever Raha was apparently doing to him… he would just sate his curiosity, nothing else.

Even when he gingerly pushed the massive door open and stepped inside the dark, silent chamber, while the very blood in his veins threatened to boil out and his gut tightened painfully, tearing a breathless gasp from his mouth… he was determined to keep himself in check, no matter what…

"…Raha?" later, he would laugh at the memory of the nervous squeak that sounded like when he pushed the door close and heard a familiar click of the lock. Only his redhead could fully manipulate the crystalline structure of their home, and Senri swallowed thickly, knowing that now without his cooperation, he won't be able to leave. It wasn't the first time, and probably not the last…

Then scent, thick and spicy, assaulted his nose, and Senri choked on a surprised groan as it felt like a punch square in the gut, instantly sending his arousal to a wholly new, uncharted level. His insides clenched, and his skin felt far, far too hot and tight.

"I got tired of waiting, Sen," his gaze swiveled toward the sound, trying to connect the lower, deeper voice – but with that distinctive, soothing quality of his redhead – to the sight of a man that strolled in from behind one of the tall bookcases. "Though seems… perhaps I did overdo it a little," the sheepish chuckle and somewhat hesitant, shy look toward him in those too familiar, crimson irises was accompanied by the mind-blowing sight of a fully mature male, if much shorter than him… and naked. Gorgeously athletic form of his body and the distinctively nervous flicks of his red tail as the redhead sighed softly and stretched his arms to the sides. "…so? What do you think?"

It was a curious concept: thinking. Difficult one and so, so far out of reach… So far, he wasn't aware of growling aggressively as he closed in on the shorter male, clearly spooking him if the owlish look was any indication… and he would apologize if he could… Later, perhaps…

He was more than a head shorter, perfect for him to bury his nose in the soft, red strands of shoulder-length hair and get intoxicated on that wondrously spice-like scent, with inhumane effort keeping his hands painfully fisted in the material of his pants because one touch and he knew he was done for…

"You… sh-shouldn't…" he barely managed, shaking all over with the painful need to wrap his arms around him. "Raha…" he closed his eyes and reached for his gift, fully intending to turn him back the way he was supposed to be before…

And perhaps knowing that, knowing him like no one else…

"No, you don't," his redhead hissed with outrage, and his hand clamped over his neck, pulling him down as Raha tilted his head and claimed his mouth into the inferno of his sweet taste. Coiling his arms around his neck and fisting his hand in his hair, Raha held him down, devouring his whimpers as the pressure grew impossibly painful. He didn't really register pushing forward, pinning him against one of the tall bookcases until his 'best friend' purred under his mouth insistently, and it felt sooo right now to curl his shaky hands under his thighs, pulling him up until he curled his legs around his waist, coiling around him tight like a vice. With a painfully arousing tug on his hair, drugging him with his flavor, Raha freed one hand, reaching between them and impatiently pulling the fastenings of his pants open. Soon he had to pull back with a choked whine when his hand curled possessively around his dick, dropping his head against his redhead's shoulder and panting, helplessly trying to catch his breath and gather his scattered wits. "You are mine, Sen," Raha purred into his lowered ear, tightening and relaxing the hot grip around his flesh as he rained sweet, affectionate kisses over his throat and shoulder.

"Not… y-yet…" he rasped if the sounds were a nonsensical noise with blood rushing in his ears, with the way his redheaded wonder purred into an insistent invitation as his spice-scented, heated body tightened around him, tearing a desperate, pained whine from his throat. He felt ravaged by a fever, and every breath was heavenly torture of the thick scent of his redhead's need. His infuriated instincts didn't give a fuck that it was a magical alteration, insisting his mate was ripe to claim.

His hands blindly griped at the shelf behind him, trying to hold on to the last shred of his leash as he fought himself to push back, set him on the ground, and fix his impatient tweak… Before their patrons see and get mad… It was his role and responsibility and privilege to protect Raha, even from himself…

…until the redhead growled with annoyance and bit him, deep and brutally, and Senri snapped. The already frail leash of his self-control just… disintegrated, and he pinned Raha harder into the wall of books, rutting into his grip furiously as his senses swam in the heady sensation of being claimed.

The redhead pulled back from his bite and claimed his mouth into another scorching kiss, filling his senses with his sweet flavor tinted with the metallic taste of blood. Shamelessly aligning his dick against his own, he tightened his thighs around Senri's sides, whimpering breathlessly under his lips when he slowed down, rutting into him with intent. Pushing his tongue into the heated cavern of his mouth, enticing his to dance, he dropped his hands around his ass, kneading the taut muscle under his palms as he grind into his hot skin on each roll of his hips. Swallowing down his purrs and mewls, earning more with each press, he lost himself in a frenzy.

Mindless and on instinct, he slid his hands under his thighs, unceremoniously pulling them higher against his sides, nearly folding him in half as on another roll of his body, he pulled back harder, snarled into his mouth, positioned just right and on the hard push the head of his cock breached suspiciously easily the taut ring of muscle. Impossibly hot and tight grip surrounded his aching flesh, and he didn't have the space of mind to wonder about the ease with which his dick slammed in when Raha arched under him with a loud, nearly relived keen of his name as he swallowed that tasty sound down too, purring insistently as he pulled back and forth, with his tongue and body. Electing more and more delicious sounds, feeling the hot, hard press of his lover's dick against his stomach, he rutted into him harder and harder, feeling the hard press of heels against his lower back, forcing his body into a rhythm.

Shaking as the pressure grew, he pulled back from the biting kiss, in numb fascination watching the expression on his mate's face as he took him, admiring the flushed cheeks, bruised lips parted around choked gasps and shaky moans, tightly squeezed long, dark-red lashes hiding his expressive eyes.

"You are mine, babe," he heard his voice, hoarse with need, over the rush in his ears, establishing his claim with a harder press into that scorching heat, tightening his fingers on his lover's thighs when his gorgeous face went slack with pleasure, when he shook, mewling incoherent praises and gasping his name in choked whines. When the damp heat of his seed spilled over his shirt, nothing mattered but seeing more, tasting more, and bringing him more bliss.

Nothing mattered but finding relief as his teeth itched and the mounting aggression and pressure tore a hiss from his throat. Nothing left but baring his fangs and claiming his mate as he pulled his body tight around his flesh. He barely heard Raha scream, clutching his shoulders, too lost in the flood of sensations and emotions. Memories and feelings, and the all-consuming sense of belonging. How right and perfect it felt, his lover's heart thumping furiously against his own, slurred whines of his name against his ears as the mind-numbing heat of his release spilled through his body.

It felt far too fucking good as he sagged into his lover's arms, purring near-deafeningly and lost in his high while his gorgeous redhead sighed contently, running his hands over his back and shoulders possessively. And it took him a long while to get back into himself, too drunk on the sweet flavor of unity, of belonging to this impossibly gorgeous blaze of a soul.

And only after he did he chuckled breathlessly with some resignation, nuzzling his nose into his lover's throat.

"At least… let me help you adjust it properly?" he rasped, meaning his body's age.

"…okay," Raha sighed, tightening his arms and legs around him… and Senri couldn't help but grin like the lovesick idiot he very much was for his fiery soulmate.

Feeling the tad unpleasant bite of his older brother's gift, Hades hid his flinch, instead involuntarily grinning at his younger sister when she wrapped her tiny hand around his finger with a childish, gleeful gargle. Set in his arms, Aion seemed perfectly content to tug on his hand when he looked up, meeting his husband's mischievous smirk. Touching the cheek of the little girl between them, Hyth leaned in until his lips brushed Hades's ear, even after eons together, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine.

"Damon will be pleased," he said with a quiet snicker, and Hades couldn't help but laugh.

Another notch off their list – and yet, still so many to go.

To say that Minfilia Warde was shocked when her organization, in short order, filled with a number of young people in possession of the Echo was an understatement.

It started innocent enough, with Thancred calling hee from Ul'dah, that he found a young pair of Seekers that seemed like potential recruits. Near a bell later, she received another call, this from Y'shtola, informing her that she had met a boy that likely was in possession of the Echo. Quite baffled because people having it usually didn't just spring about in high numbers, she still told the Scions to invite their respective 'finds' to Vesper Bay so she could take stock of them herself.

The first to arrive was a young blonde with mismatched, white-blue eyes, calling himself O'rahm Xoorha. A tad greenish after taking a ferry from Limsa Lominsa, soon after a brief introduction and his agreement to join their cause, he walked out of the Waking Sands hastily in search of the fresh air – and she could hardly miss the way Y'shtola's teal eyes followed him. Or the slight flush on her normally pale skin. Minfilia could hardly blame her, as even she had to admit that the unusually tall blonde was definitely a very handsome male.

Then she was faced with Thancred's 'recruits,' and NOT gawking was a feat! Impossibly tall and beautiful Senri, cheerfully admitting to being a 'hybrid' of Seeker and Keeper, and his very obvious devotion to his much shorter, redheaded companion spelled trouble a malm away. Crimson-eyed Raha seemed like much less of a risk, but very quickly, it became as obvious that they were a 'packet deal,' and she could only have either both in her organization or neither. She chose both if only much later she stopped to question that decision in the privacy of her thoughts at least.

It wasn't that Senri was doing anything to cause trouble, of course, as very swiftly he grew to be the soul of the group with his cheery disposition and boundless energy, surprisingly quickly making fast friends, especially with O'rahm… but his looks definitely caused a stir whenever he went. He didn't even seem to notice the multitude of lovesick stares, but his lover was apparently far more aware of the effect his constant companion had on surrounding them people and swiftly made his temper known if anyone dared to do more than only look.

That their appearance was quickly followed by that of a group of gorgeous girls – each more skilled than the other – that, despite not having the Echo, wished to 'look after' their younger brothers… was interesting. And in the end, led to more than a few surprises.

And discovering that the three boys were Warriors of Light was kind of… mildest of them.

Soon life about the Eorzea turned into complete chaos, and reading the reports of her 'recruits' exploits, sometimes she wasn't sure if she felt more on the edge of laughter or spasms.

Her brows barely twitched reading Thancred's report that when accosted by Amali'ja in Thanalan and dragged off into a trap alongside a few soldiers, the men later swore that the beast tribe's priest seemed about to call forth their deity, Ifrit, the Lord of Inferno when the ground under his feet literally parted and swallowed him whole. Thancred reported seeing no such anomaly and put the story down to the men's stress, only mentioning that all other Amala'ja on the scene looked deeply asleep, and Raha and Senri left the scene, exchanging remarks about something in suspicious whispers.

When O'rahm and Senri set off to deal with kobolds, she was somewhat surprised that the redhead didn't accompany them, as usual, it was hard to separate him and Senri, but he shrugged off her inquiry and apparently went off to enjoy the sun outside the building. Much later, she got reports that Livia sas Junius, was seen leading her men into the Vesper Bay… but apparently, they never arrived, as unluckily a sinkhole opened up under their feet. Some insane reports stated seeing the redhead by the edge of it and swore he snapped his fingers, making it close up over the soldiers… but, again, there was no evidence of such anomaly. Raha came back to the compound just in time to welcome his returning lover, and they went off in their only known direction, while O'rahm gleefully reported that they 'had fun' with Titan, Lord of Crags. And requested permission to 'visit' Ixal next…

…before she got the report that Garuda's followers were up to no good, apparently.

Senri and Raha came back with a cowled man, gleefully announcing that they 'accidentally' found Cid non Garlond, the legendary engineer, if apparently on the way, the man had to 'hit his head' to remember it. Right on time, too, to find and restore his airship and face off against the Lady of the Vortex. The only reports she got from that encounter stated that the Gaius van Belsar 'showed up' with some 'toy,' and now the boys apparently very much wanted to have a go at the Garlean strongholds in Eorzea. So badly, their sisters set off to each city-state and charmed their leaders into believing that it was the best possible course of action, too!

Minfilia, feeling swept up in chaos, could only watch the events unfold up until the three Warriors tore into the Preatorium… quite literally, too. Coming back with unconscious Thancred and the place exploding behind them – and far, far too innocent expressions on their faces, they were hailed the Champions of Eorzea… and after the city-state leaders ushered the new era, she could only watch more insanity follow.

Moving their base to Mor Dhona seemed like the best possible solution, while each of the Warriors apparently decided to form a base in the chosen city-state and, for their 'protection,' established their rules.

O'rahm with Y'shtola – as by then the couple could be hardly seen separately – set upon Limsa Lominsa, and soon she received curious notes that the slavery and prostitution along these parts appeared to take a heavy hit, often adding the spotted appearances of an impossibly tall Hyur of bright, purple eyes accompanied by a gorgeous woman – both reportedly impossibly reminiscent of the blonde Warrior and his lover.

Senri claimed Gridania under his wing, and not only the poachers started to have a strange tendency to disappear, but the citizens seemed to get near determined to get along, despite their earlier misgivings based on race.

Ul'dah, however… Well, under Raha's polite manners – and with his lover's often visits – the desert city went through some interesting changes. Despite their intense scheming, the Monetarists somehow very swiftly lost their influence – and fortunes – due to some surprisingly stupid investments. And while they did, the Sultana gained more and more support – and funds – subtly but quite quickly, losing the need for the support of the Syndicate. Turning her city back into a strong monarchy, and with the redhead apparently often seen about her private quarters, Nanamo set to squash the corruption eating away at the underbelly of her city, and though slow… the progress of it was undeniable.

A few moons after they established a new base in Rising Stones, Minfilia was somewhat stumped when one evening, all three Warriors very officially set upon her, and she was informed that she had been 'summoned.' Not understanding any of it, she still let them take her to the edge of the crystalized planes of Mor Dhona… where a tall, violet-haired man appeared out of nowhere and with a strange sort of teleportation – a tad suspiciously familiar if it was a while by then since she was getting any reports about the Ascian movements – she was brought into the round room surrounded by the walls of a blue crystal and clued in into the scheme eons in the making.

And apparently, only because the 'boys' wanted a semi-civil way into Ishgard, she was 'politely' asked to organize.

And learning of the stakes – if still quite suspicious of the bright-eyed immortals – she did, if in some sense, feeling like an enabler spreading the insanity that took hold of Eorzea. The door: reports of Ishgardians having some Eikon-related issues with the beast tribes living in the Sea of Clouds. Offering 'help' of their Warriors was easy enough, and though accepted with some obvious wariness coming from the Vault of Ishgard, all knew that only Hydealyn's Chosen could deal with such beasts – if the Mothercrystal seemed suspiciously silent about the developments. And the Ascians apparently disappeared, or at least she didn't receive any reports about their usual scheming. Asked about them, the Warriors 'patrons' would only smirk and shrug, while Senri, in particular, she overheard muttering to his lover something that sounded like a petulant complaint about 'wusses,' whatever that was supposed to mean.

Reports from Ishgard that followed the Warriors were a mess, which by then she wasn't that surprised with. Apparently, at least half of the famed Heaven's Ward, the Archbishops closest guard, made the lethal mistake of publicly challenging the black-haired Warrior and his lover after getting a sense of their relationship. Two others had the 'brilliant' idea to comment on it in O'rahm's vicinity and gave the blonde excuse to gain experience with his new Dark Knight class. According to witnesses, there wasn't much left of them afterward, but the Archbishop's official complaint to the heads of Eorzea about their Champions' behavior was shrugged off – and followed by another two of his men disappearing.

She was somewhat surprised when rumors about their exploits made the young Alisaie Levellieur re-think her misgivings about their organization – and her twin, apparently – and the Elzen decided to join, soon following the famed Warriors to Ishgard. It was her who later – quite boundlessly amused – explained to baffled Minfilia what exactly happened when the frost-chilled city appeared to implode and the news of Archbishop's… very public suicide hit the Eorzea's gossip wheel, followed by Ser Aymeric's very polite – and some would even dare say a tad desperate – 'request' to rejoin the Alliance (and, please, take your Warriors back, she recalled the letter later).

Alisaie, who brought it with her, when asked what exactly in seven hells happened… well, laughed herself silly and a tad mysteriously remarked that the Archbishop was 'unlucky' to express his misgivings about their two Warriors' relationship in a very, very bad setting to do so. If that wasn't exactly what led to his demise, though….

"…I mean, with how the people there are about it, Senri and Raha were quite polite enough only to hold hands when he called them in for an audience," the Elzen said, leaning against Minfilia's desk on her arms with a downright mean smirk. "Thing is: apparently their 'patrons,' Hades and Hythlodaeus, wanted to have a word with the man, too, and though he agreed to that, when called in, he had the… misfortune of rudely remarking about Hythlodaeus when he wasn't that… polite, you know? And puff!" she leaned back and snapped her fingers for a better effect. "…he was splattered all over his remaining men just like that. They… His men, I mean… Got a tad pissy, but then O'rahm walked in with the biggest grin possible, covered in ichor and dragging behind him Nidhogg's head… so, yeah…" she shrugged carelessly with a snicker. "…they re-evaluated and decided that all good that ends well, and all. But if you want to reign them in, it might be a tad difficult at the moment."

"…why?" feeling an upcoming headache, she rubbed her temples, staring at the Elzen tad helplessly.

"Raha said to pass along that they have some 'lovely' ideas to improve the manners around there… among other things," the girl turned and headed toward the exit of the Solar, waving over her shoulder. "I'm returning since I don't want to miss the show. Ah… and they said that next, they will need a passage across Baelsar Wall. And a ship heading to the Far East, too. But you should have time to organize it since O'rahm and Y'shtola mentioned something about having a business to handle in Dravania, so probably they're going to head there when they're done playing in Ishgard."

And when the door closed behind her, Minfilia could only stare, wondering how in the heavens anyone thought it was a good idea to unleash those insane boys upon the world…

…before setting with resignation to fulfill their requests.

Leaving the deepest level of the Eureka Orthos, Themis warped to the throne room, with a polite smile inclining his head toward his peers as they appeared one after another, with Hythlodaeus apparently being the one to 'give a ride' to Senri and Raha this time. The boys, soon joined by Rahm and Shtola, who split from their respective Ancients, settled down on the stairs leading up to the crystal throne and chatted animatedly among each other, making him smile involuntarily as his bright eyes followed their excitable gestures.

"How's our guest of honor?" drawled Hades at him sarcastically, and Themis blinked, focusing his attention on the taller man.

"Better than he deserves," he replied, waving his hand a tad carelessly. "Between Senri's compulsion and Raha's cage, he's bound to stay neatly packaged until the required time, Hades, don't fret."

"Very well…" the golden-eyed immortal sighed, then looked about the present, nearly the same exact gathering as eons ago on that roof under the burning skies. Only painfully missing the two most crucial members: Azem and his brilliant husband. He cleared his throat meaningfully to gain everyone's attention and waited for all sets of bright eyes to focus on him before speaking up loudly. "As you all know, with some tweaks, Dragonsong War is off the list, and so far, everything is going along smoothly. To save us the hassle later, we picked up the Omega from its Allagan storage, and the boys are about to set off to Dravania to deal with Alexander. After that is done, we will have them set off to Ala Mhigo and Doma, if all things considered, I propose splitting their forces."

"Ala Mhigo… is where Zenos is supposed to make his first appearance, yes?" asked Erebus with consideration, absentmindedly rubbing his chin.

"Yes," Hades replied with a snap of his fingers, summoning the shimmering diagrams and making the required ones bigger in the center of their group. Themis didn't miss how the young Seekers quieted down, staring intently and with obvious enthusiasm if flicks of their tails were an indication. Always ready for adventure, these youth, even considerably newest Shtola barely able to cover her smile as she leaned against the side of her 'mate.' "If apparently, I'm to berate that brat into going back to Garlemald with his tail between his legs… so to say," he sighed, narrowing his golden eyes at the text in the diagram.

With some amusement, Hades wondered briefly what would his so-called progeny said if they knew that they were artificially created mortals at best. Like Allagans before them, too…. He was required to create empires, to lull Lahabrea into believing that he and Hyth were in on his plans, yet over the millennia, the Speaker only once had the temerity to ask with some obvious bafflement how their 'royals' could be spawned by him – knowing that the Bond with Hythlodaeus made him physically incapable of performing sexually with anyone but his husband. He shrugged off that question, quoting the use of his magic – which wasn't untrue, at least not completely. Lahabrea would likely end up with a stroke if he knew that each time Hyth had no issue glamouring himself as his 'Empress,' anyway… Though now that they had him carefully stuffed away, waiting to be a gift from them all to celebrate the arrival of his brother and his husband, perhaps one day he would make time to visit the insufferable twat and recall all the wonderful ways he and Hyth screwed him over behind his back across the ages. How his 'mighty' Ascians became nothing more than prey, scampering across broken Eitherys and hiding… Or all the surely spectacular ways his Father was going to enjoy their tribute in thanks for making it all possible…

"I won't lie… that sounds boring," Nemesis sighed, wrapping her hands around her husband's arm, and Erebus, in turn, sent her an amused smirk. "And that trip the Far East…? That sounds more interesting."

"Both paths will have Eikon along the way," Hythlodaeus hummed, tapping his fingers against his cheek. "Lakshimi in Ala Mhigo and Susano in Ruby Sea... Far East, I mean. I suppose Hades's more than right… Let's have Rahm and Shtola head East and Senri and Raha to Ala Mhigo, hm?"

"Why do we get the boring assignment?" Senri whined from his spot, then shoved an accusing finger at his blonde companion. "He just got to play with Nidhogg while all we got to do was provoke those fucking bigots into spasms!"

"And isn't the Ala Mhigo ending up with Lyse in charge of it…?" Raha hummed, tapping his hand against his mate's thigh. "That means we have to put her there…?" he asked with a visible pout.

Hythlodaeus snickered at their offense, looking then questioningly toward the Pashtarot and his wife.

"Very well, we will take Ala Mhigo," Erebus sighed and narrowed his eyes at his host when Rahm hissed with outrage, pushing Senri's hand away and glaring. "Easy, boy, they do have the right of it. And leaving Raha in that woman's extended proximity is bound to end in disaster. If Hades's willing, we can have some fun with that brat before he steps in…?" he drawled, raising his eyebrows expectantly at the man in question.

"Ha…!" the redhead crooned victoriously, looking around his lover toward the blonde, who in turn childishly poked out his tongue at him.

"I hardly mind," Hades sighed, watching their charges with some resignation and no small amount of amusement. Themis understood, more than once reasoning with the hot-headed redhead, that no, he couldn't smack 'Yda' into oblivion no matter how much she pissed him off. Especially since the masked Hyur apparently had no sense, ignoring his very obvious and possessive claim on Senri and any chance she had, fawning over the black-haired Warrior. And Senri, enjoying his mate's jealousy and poking his fiery temperament, let her, flirting shamelessly whenever his lover was around to witness it.

Perhaps… they spoiled them a bit, Themis thought without regret, watching the boys squabble with a smile. But knowing that in a few years came the inevitable fusion of this timeline with another, and their boys were bound to fuse with their returning selves who will bring across their missing friends… Well, they all hoped that Damon will be pleased with their efforts.

At least as much as they enjoyed putting his tweaks into motion!