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Trouble only knocks when no one else is home

It was shaping up to be a quiet evening. Goku was with Sanzo until tomorrow, and while there were several potential family members to look to between siblings and in-laws, Omi wasn't so eager to give up a chance to relax in peace. He had articles to read, some code to putz with, and a new caramel-pecan coffee flavor to try. Said coffee was already brewing, filling the air with a distinctly nutty aroma. The holographic display in the living room was set to split-screen between the code file and a live preview, curtains already closed and lights low.

While the coffee finished, he went about the apartment picking up little bits of clutter that always seemed to collect during the week. He didn't mind it in doses, but he didn't want it getting out of control, either.

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There's sensible, and then there's Akaya. He's got a reputation to protect, an image to market. His agent will probably be unhappy, but fuck him. It's not like sex appeal (or availability) is the thing he wants to sell himself on. At the end of the day, it's about the music.

And besides, he's enjoying himself far too much to think about the consequences.

He chuckles darkly as he feels Omi's hand over his stomach.

"Go, then," he says daringly. If Omi wants to stop, then stop.

"You like pushing your luck, don't you?" Omi asks in the same voice. He doesn't want to go, but he also doesn't like the idea of just capitulating to that dare. Sure, it's just flirty banter, but that's part of what makes it hard to bow to.

"What if I did?" He challenges back.

"Hm."

Akaya's hand slides down to Omi's hip where it grips him and pulls him just close enough to make sure he knows what he'll be missing if he does go. He leans in and laughs beside his ear.

"That'll be a shame."

"It would, wouldn't it?"

He likes the attitude. Confident bordering on cocky, teasing, daring. It's exciting. He likes that hand on his hip too, and the feeling of being tugged in just a bit closer. He ought to go home, but at this point, it was unlikely he'd be able to sleep anyway.

"Isn't there anywhere more private, then? I'm just selfish enough to not want to share."

Cocky might be right, but Akaya already knows that Omi's not going anywhere. He's got a hunch about these things, and he's almost always right. Which is why he grins smugly by Omi's ear.

"Selfish? Or shy?"

What's a little exhibition in a dark hallway? No one's really looking.

Excuse: called! Akaya is right that Omi isn't very keen on getting down and dirty in front of other people, and Omi's cheeks darken under the safety of the lightless hallway. But hearing the smugness in Akaya's voice makes it like a dare. Omi responds with a push of the hand under the waist of Akaya's pants, pinchingly tight against his wrist, down until he can close his fingers around him.

"If you think I'm shy, get me alone with you. I'll show you how wrong you are."

Oh ho, well now. Omi will find that Akaya is quite amenable to that grip that's far from shy. He pulls back just enough to rest his head against the wall and look him in the face.

"Where you wanna go?"

"Back room, office, I don't care. Somewhere with a door." Preferably one that locked, but this possibly wasn't the best place to be picky. If it wasn't the bathroom and wasn't out in public, that would work.

"A door."

He grins.

"Then find one."

What, did you expect Akaya to do the work for you?

"You're the one who knows this place!" Omi protests.

"And you're the one who wants the door."

No shame.

Omi quirks a grin.

"You're kind of an asshole sometimes, aren't you?"

And he probably gets away with it constantly-- it's disgusting how well he wears it. Omi leans in until their noses touch.

"Let's put it this way: if I have to find it, it takes that much longer before we get back to having fun. We both want to minimize that time, right? So it's in your best interest to help me."

"Good point."

He reaches down and grabs him by the wrist: the one Omi had down his pants.

"This way." He nods toward the back of the club and pulls him along.

Omi lets himself be led towards the back of the club until Akaya takes them into what appears to be a small office with little more than a desk and a couple of chairs. It works.

He closes the door and props one of the chairs against it with the back wedged under the knob to prevent anyone from walking in. Then, without any further word or delay, begins hastily removing his clothes.

The chair against the door seems to amuse Akaya a little. How quaint! He grins and shrugs out of his jacket, letting it fall on the floor. His shirt is off too by the time he's reaching for Omi and shoving him against the wall. His hand is helpfully yanking off the button of Omi's fly.

"What will you do if someone pushes in?" he asks with a smirk.

Hey some people are more modest than others. Omi isn't ashamed of being sexually active but that doesn't make him eager for anyone to see him in the act.

Caution can only go so far, though, and with the chair against the knob, Omi is done. He matches that shove with tugging Akaya in closer and smattering kisses over his neck and collarbone. His hands fumble with the musician's pants.

"If they're that desperate to get in I don't care. They can watch."

"Really?" he says, grinning beside Omi's ear while those kisses land on his neck. "You're not gonna blush? I wanted to see that."

He reaches behind to grab him by the ass and gives him a squeeze.

Omi grins back into Akaya's collarbone as the dark-haired musician gropes him. He lets himself sink lower and issues a quick, light bite to an exposed nipple-- not enough to hurt, but maybe enough for a jolt if that wasn't the sort of move you were expecting out of him.

"Looks like you'll have to make that happen another way, then. Good luck."

If that sounds like a challenge, it absolutely is.

"There's no luck, you make your own."

Oh challenges are what Akaya lives for. Omi starts with the bite, which is definitely an unexpected jolt. He grins and pushes his hand behind Omi's head and pulls him closer for a bite of his own on the side of his neck.

Now there's an answer that should give anyone a rush. Challenge accepted? And an assertion that Akaya will find a way to make it happen. What a way to generate suspense.

The returned bite meets with a short, vocal gasp and a dig of Omi's fingers into the skin of Akaya's back. The musician isn't at an angle to see it, but Omi's wearing an exhilarated grin. He might have a sweet and boyish face. He might have a nerdy career. He might even have the kind of sheltered air about him of a young man who's grown up never really knowing hardship. But someone who looks beyond the superficial signals will find a bold, confident young man with an adventurous streak and an athletic body suggesting he's far more active than the typical computer geek.

"Looks like you aren't afraid to be rough. I like it-- I'm not fragile. You have any limits?"

"Yeah. You talk too much."

Which Akaya promptly fixes by sliding his hand to the back of Omi's neck and pulling him into a hot kiss. Did you think he was just going to tell you?

That answer earns Akaya a tipsy laugh as Omi's mouth finds his. So he's gonna play that way? All right then, Omi takes that to mean any limits Akaya has, he doesn't expect to hit them tonight.

He slides his hands back to Akaya's pants to finish loosening the fly and tugs the waistband down past the hips, taking the boxer-briefs underneath with it. Picking up where he left off in the hallway, Omi gets a firm grip around him and tests a couple of slow slides of his hand.

He would be very surprised indeed if Omi hit Akaya's limits tonight. But then again, he seems to be full of surprises. Who knows?

The hand and the grip is not surprising, even the firmness with which it curls around him. Bold, he likes that. He tightens his grip on the hair at the back of Omi's neck and runs his other hand down to his bare waist, pushing him against the wall.

Omi moans into Akaya's mouth as he's pushed against the wall. The distant thump of the music's beat pulses against his back. He challenges the kiss with a pushback of his tongue, and he pulls those hips closer with his free hand even as he grinds his own forward. Direct? Maybe, but he's gotten every indication so far that's exactly how Akaya likes things. And hey, just because he likes following a lead more than taking one doesn't mean he enjoys passivity.

Besides, with words having fallen out of favor, what's left to convey what he wants but actions?

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