Chapter Twenty

"Zandre, where are we going now?"  Ichiro swayed in and out of Zandre's loose hold, the Alpha's arms ready to prevent him falling at a moment's notice.  Still, Ichiro startled him as he swerved to walk down the path rather than continue towards the waiting taxi.  "Oh I know, let's go somewhere we can continue singing!"

"Ichiro," Zandre tugged his arm, gently, his voice low and soothing.  "Just get in the taxi."

The Omega grabbed Zandre's arms as he steadied himself and glanced up through hazy eyes.  "If you're lucky," he crooned with slightly slurred words, "I'll even give you a private performance!"  A series of x-rated images swept through Zandre's mind all involving the expressive Omega singing without words as he was spread out beneath him on his mattress.  He closed his eyes willing down the arousal that strained against his zipper, before clearing his throat.  It did nothing to ease the sudden hoarseness of his tone.

"Please, Ichiro," he took a deep breath to say, "it's time to take you back home."

"Don't wanna!" Ichiro crossed his arms about his chest and stuck out his lower lip in a pout.  Zee found himself, shaking his head indulgently, grasping Ichiro's shoulders and squeezing them comfortingly, before guiding him to stand before the open door of the taxi.

"Ichiro..."

The Omega looked up at him, his expression resistant, however he allowed himself to be gently pushed into the waiting vehicle.  His mood remained and he once more crossed his arms to prove it.  Zandre gave the driver the address of Ichiro's apartment block before leaning back to fasten his seat belt and ensure that Ichiro had fastened his.  The Omega continued to look out of the window as the car pulled out onto the deserted road, the streetlights reduced to a few and the night quiet with only the sound of the rumbling engine.  His arms loosened and began to fall loosely to his side as he forgot to be angry and just watched the building's pass in darkness.  And then a sudden warmth covered his hand and he glanced down to notice the Alpha's fingers weaving together with his own.  He couldn't stop the resultant blush tingling his cheeks, but he didn't pull his hand away from Zandre's either.  Instead, he turned back to look out of the window, leaning against his other hand to hide his embarrassment.

"Just going to say," he mumbled, his words slightly smothered.  "You are the one to miss out.  I'll save all my concerts for my cute brothers from now on!  Don't... don't come crying to me later on, is all I am saying!"  Zee chuckled beneath his breath before softly asking;

"Not even one song?"

"Maybe... maybe one song.  But that's it!"  The tension between them warmed into something comfortable, despite the silence that fell between them.  However, through his drunken haze, a thought occurred to Ichiro.  "Um Zandre..."

"Yes Ichiro?" Came the gentle response.

"What time is it?"

"It's 1 am Ichiro."

"Oh so my brothers are probably asleep, huh."  His brothers were such good children, there was no way they'd be out of bed this late!

Jiro and Saburo sneezed in unison before glancing at each other.  Were they coming down with a cold?  It was going around after all!  That was why Ichiro's classes had been cancelled on the Saturday morning after all...  They shrugged and continued to watch the horror flick.

"Probably."  Back in the taxi, Zandre offered a term of agreement to soothe Ichiro.

However, Ichiro hadn't finished with his line of thought.  "Um, Zandre?"

"Ichiro?"

"I don't have my keys..."

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Author's note; 18+

"Where are we?"

"My home," Zee replied.  Obviously with the earlier revelation, Zandre had had no choice but to apologise to the taxi driver and redirect him sooner towards his own property.  The driver had been accommodating enough, especially following the excessive tip.  "You can stay here the night and I will take you home in the morning."

Although Ichiro had let go of the notion of playing out some more, it didn't mean that he was ready to sleep.  However a yawn escaped him and as if on cue, tiredness swept through his body like a wave.  He thought that curling beneath a warm duvet was not such a bad idea after all and proceeded to remove his jacket and shoes.  Zandre took them from him, a smile curving his lips unbidden as his Omega began to make himself comfortable in his home.  Perhaps a bit too comfortable...

Zee hooked up their jackets in the hallway before following the route Ichiro had taken into his living room, only to be greeted by an expanse of jade white skin.  The dark gem in his neck moved rapidly as his eyes feasted upon the smooth back, the elegant shoulders and elongated spine, the slender shape that curved almost delicately at the hip where the skinny jeans continued to highlight the contours of Ichiro's shape.  Those same jeans, that were being fought against as Ichiro fumbled with the buttons in front.

The room filled with a burst of woodland scents, wrapping around the Omega who instinctively took a deep breath and shivered as if the aroma was a physical thing that teased his naked spine.  A tiny bell rang in his mind, but through the mistiness of remnant alcohol, drowsiness and his own rising hormones, it was too distant and Ichiro turned towards the Alpha, drawn towards him like a moth to a flame.  A half step from the man, who stood like a statue as he struggled with his need to touch, Ichiro paused then leaned forward, splaying his palms over Zandre's chest as he took another deep breath.

"Ichiro..!" Zandre pleas for mercy were not weak and held more than a little threat within them, but Ichiro was deaf to them, glancing up through his dazed and innocent eyes.  Who could resist a taste?  Their lips joined roughly, the Alpha's tongue slipped into the Omega's open mouth without resistance.  It wasn't long before Ichiro melted against him, the scent of his arousal beginning to entwine with Zandre's as Ichiro became an active participant in their kiss. The lingering taste of wine brought Zandre to his senses and the larger man pulled away, reluctantly.

"Ichiro, stop this.  Before we do something that you probably will regret tomorrow."

The words took a moment to reach through the happy haze in Ichiro's mind.  "Regret? What will I regret?"  He asked blankly.

"Continue teasing me this way," Zee warned with a low growl, "and I will disregard the fact that you are drunk and push you down right now and fuck you senseless."

Ichiro licked his lips, the heat of the words stirring his loins.  Just how long had it been since he'd had sex anyway?  Even his hand was no longer good company so forget finding release that way!  He blinked and looked upwards at the person propositioning him, almost tempted, only to meet the molten brown eyes filled with intense lust and the haziness instantly cleared.  That was right, he wasn't holding a woman right now, it was Zandre.  And from the agonising expression on Zandre's face, the man was one step away from fucking him into the floor.  He took a step backwards, knowing just whose arse was at stake here, even though... even though his own erection throbbed against his zipper painfully.  Zandre was very obviously in a similar state, yet holding back until the point that his muscles in his arms were taut and his knuckles near white.  Would it be so bad if they just helped each other a bit?

His tongue poked out to moisten his lips once more, as he stepped back into Zandre's reach.  "You know... I'm not actually that drunk any more..."

The Alpha's restraint snapped and his hands reached to grasp Ichiro's face as his mouth swooped down to devour the other.  Their lips pressed together as if attempting to merge into one, their tongues entwined, branding the shape and texture of the other as they danced.  Ichiro felt weightless for a moment, his body lifted with ease into the Alpha's hold and he wrapped his arms about Zee's neck as he licked and nibbled the delicious, plush lips, even savoured the friction of the trimmed black hair framing them.  He took a breath as Zandre carried him up the stairs, before enjoying the taste of the Alpha's mouth once more, only pausing as his feet once more touched the carpet.  Removing his skinny jeans and boxers suddenly became effortless, even though breathing became much more difficult as Zee's clothes were tossed aside onto his.

As stunning as the photograph had been in that magazine, it paled in comparison as the man stood beside him in the flesh.  Ichiro's body was not undefined, his pectoral muscles had definition and he could claim a six pack rather than a beer gut, but Zandre's body was not slender, like his own.  The plains of rich flesh before him were chiselled not to some godly perfection, better to say this man was a demon, large and unyielding, dangerous and irresistible to the point of selling one's soul in order to touch.    And all of that heavy frame was enveloping him with its heat as it pressed on top of him, the two arms of equally refined muscle caging him against the mattress.

And yet, he couldn't help feel, as he ran his hands over the dark flesh, that he was not entrapped, but sheltered.  Still, that notion was fleeting as the Alpha's calloused finger's began to explore. Ichiro never knew that the dusky pink buds decorating his own chest could be so sensitive!  The original plan in his mind was to help Zee and himself find release, but as fingers plucked and the sensitive places on his neck were nibbled, he could only grasp the Alpha's broad shoulders as he fell beneath the pleasure of Zandre's touches.

Zandre had dreamed many a time of seeing his Omega squirming beneath him, to have such become a reality, naturally he wanted to prolong the moment, so it was a while before his hand stroked down Ichiro's quivering body to grasp the jade stick that twitched against his stomach.  He ran his circled hand over the silken member nestled in blond curls from root to tip, causing the sensitive Omega's spine to curl in delight as a breathless cry escaped his throat.

"Me... me too," Ichiro gasped.  "Let me help you as well!"  Zandre's shuddered with anticipation as he leaned to one side, his grasp remaining firm as Ichiro's trembling fingers reached for his own symbol of masculinity.  It was bigger than Ichiro had imagined, his long, white fingers barely wrapped around the dark, midnight member.  The contrast alone had Zandre groan before the Omega's hold became more solid and more teasing, sliding along the satin length and running over the slit within the bulbous head.

Soon their breaths became staggered. Ichiro's small cries interwove with Zee's deep growls, their private concert just beginning.  The scent of their pheromones drifted over them and filling the room were becoming tainted by the smell of sweat and ambiguous liquid, yet instead of detracting from the aphrodisiac effect of their personal scents, the additional aromas just inhanced them.

Zee stared down at the Omega, his eyes wide open even though Ichiro's were tightly shut.  He branded to memory each expression the Omega made, each frown, each gasp of surprise, each shiver of pleasure, all to a backdrop of sounds escaping his slender throat. Zandre slid his free hand down lower, along the hip that was taut, around the rounded mounds and beneath, capturing the dampness pooling in between them.  His finger slipped between the plush flesh, to gently press against the forbidden opening testing its softness. There was no resistance, the dark cavern seemed to suck him right in as if the protective muscle welcome him.  He bit down heavily into his lip to restrain the sudden fever that coursed through his veins, setting his body even more alight.

Ichiro paused at the sudden invasion, alarm bells rang in his head, however before he could protest, the digit inside of him curled and pressed against a certain place.  The lighting rush of pleasure silence his thoughts and stilled his panic.  Taking advantage of the Omega's silent consent, Zandre's finger continued to move and stroke the sensitive walls.  Soon it was joined by a second and third.  The omega's hips began to shift involuntarily, the twin sensations of his member and prostate begin rubbed drowning him until he was a quivering mess seeking only fruition. His release came suddenly and violently, his seed splattering over both of them in long ropes, his body quaking in the aftermath.

Relaxing bonelessly, he didn't notice that his hands had completely abandoned their original task, nor that the Alpha had moved to a more convenient position.  He only sobered from his orgasmic high when he felt the hot and large lower head of the other man pressing against his damp hole.

Ichiro immediately panicked and cried out in refusal.  Feeling the heat that he longed for sheltering the very tip, any man would have struggled to pull back, yet Zee still paused, though it was painful and his face clearly expressed this.  A small wicked voice inside of him urged him to ignore Ichiro's rights.  The Omega was his dammit, but Ichiro's continued protest prevented him from quenching his own thirst in his moment of selfishness.

"I'm a man too, why do I have to be on the bottom?"

A small epiphany flashed through Zandre's mind as well as a brilliant idea.  He flipped their bodies over, lying on his back and arranging Ichiro above him.  "So you be on top," he announced with a broad grin.  Ichiro blinked, suddenly finding himself straddling Zandre's flat stomach, his eyes refocusing as he tried to catch up with Zandre's thoughts.  What did he mean by this?  Did the Alpha want him to embrace him instead?  He wasn't sure he could do that...

Before clarity could come to Ichiro, And before Ichiro could form the words in his mind to question him, Zee grasped his hips, spread his flexible bottom before pressed him down onto waiting Zee's member. Ichiro cried out, his brain working overtime as it screamed for Ichiro to notice the sudden fullness, the sheer depth of it, the slight sting of the muscle that was forced to open beyond what it had been coaxed to. Zee lifted his hips, unable to keep completely still, jolting Ichiro from his thoughts.  The Omega frowned and slapped Zandre upon his chest, though the only pain to be felt was that on his own palm.

"I didn't mean like that!" He complained, before he groaned once more as Zee withdrew a bit then thrust into him again. "Stop!"

"Alright," Zee replied, patting his Omega's hips in acquiescence.  "You be in control of this.  I won't move."

"I'm in control?"  Ichiro panted, his body instinctively tightening around Zandre's length, causing the Alpha to grit his teeth.  Still, he didn't break his resolve.

"Yeah, you can finish what's been started, give us what we both want or you can leave."

Ichiro felt as if a heavy chain had suddenly been unlocked and fell from his chest due to Zandre's words. He was in control of this.  He was not being forced, he was not being pressed down like a woman, he was not being treated like some weak Omega, only good for one thing.  Sure he was still the one in the receiving position, but it was not as if he didn't feel any pleasure from it.  Zandre's talented fingers had touched something within him that he hadn't known about before and if that was possible, just how good would the thick invader that his walls were currently enveloping make him feel?

Zandre was inside him.  If it was anyone else... but it was not.

The Alpha nearly held his breath as he watched Ichiro's minute expressions shimmer across his face as his thoughts were etched there, yet this time, for whatever reason, Zandre couldn't read them.  Ichiro's hips began to lift off of him and a deep feeling of loss began to overwhelm the Alpha.  So he had lost this bet...

Without warning, Ichiro sank down on his length once more, tearing a long groan from Zandre's throat.  The Alpha opened his eyes to watch as Ichiro tentatively moved on top of him, the sweet pleasure nearly overwhelmed by the realisation of Ichiro's choice.  His vision blurred for a moment and he reached to stroke Ichiro's long, lithe legs comforting himself with their warmth.

Ichiro didn't know what was running through Zandre's mind, his movements becoming more confident and more fierce.  Within him, Zandre's thick manhood was touching so many new places, Ichiro could barely think, just wildly explore the new sensations, the new pleasures.  Panting with exertion and voicing his pleasure, his hips took on a life of their own, but fruition seemed impossible without additional stimulation.

Zandre too was finding release too distant, not because he was feeling no pleasure, just due to restraining himself, the need to flip Ichiro onto his back and pummel into his body while the Omega was trapped beneath him almost too overwhelming.  However, he was a breath away from doing exactly that when his eyes captured movement from Ichiro's hand.  The Omega was pleasuring himself while continuing to rise and fall above him.  Zandre became enraptured by the erotic scene, unable to tear his eyes away and his own hips began to thrust upward, pushing himself deeper into Ichiro and enjoying the sharp cries caused.

Lifting himself onto his elbows and lifting his knees to help brace the Omega, Zee curved his body upward as he continued to thrust inside the other.  Ichiro's dazed eyes fell upon him, but he didn't pause his movements as he curled downwards, reducing the distance between their gasping lips until they once more merged in union.  Their tongues mimicked their intimate movements, their touches were no longer restrained as the two men completely lost themselves to the pleasure they found in each other and sought fruition that only the other could provide.