And Omi was telling him plenty too, not just with his words of challenge but with his eyes. Akaya hadn't really thought he had it in him when Omi first walked into the club looking wide-eyed and out of place. He liked being surprised.

The crowd bumped and swayed around them, shifting them closer together under the bright lights of the colorful strobe. The glitter on his face had brushed off a bit into his clothes, giving off a shimmer every time the light swept over them. When the people surged again, Akaya stepped in and brushed his hand across Omi's hip in a way that was clearly not an accident.

"And you were gonna say yes," he said with a wink. That is, if Akaya really was inviting him to dance so he could put his hands on him.