"Ichiro..." Zee wanted to reach out and comfort Ichiro. He didn't know what had happened back then, but he could already understand from the bitter expressions flittering across Ichiro's face that it had not been pleasant for the Omega. Had bringing him here been a mistake all along? "I want some ice cream," Ichiro said suddenly, rising to his feet. He wasn't one for sweets, but a need for the cold treat suddenly came to him. "Do you want to go get some?" "Sure," Zee replied and took out his phone to check out a map of the local area, not being completely familiar with this part of the city. "There's a dessert shop a quick walk away. Want to try there?" "Hmm, I hope they have cookie dough!" Ichiro grinned as he made his way out of the hall, Zandre following him like a towering shadow. "I prefer vanilla, if I'm honest," Zee told him. "Boring!" Ichiro chuckled as he began walking in the direction Zandre indicated. "Not boring," Zee grumbled, though he had been accused of being so before by his sisters when it came to favouring this flavour. "Vanilla goes with everything!" Ichiro simply chuckled more, the tension in his body beginning to seep away. After a moment, Zee thought he should offer an apology, he hadn't intended to bring up bad memories. "Sorry." Ichiro didn't need to ask why he was apologising. Despite his denials regarding the connection between them, he already could easily read the Alpha's mood. "Don't be," Ichiro reassured him. "I did hate karate for a while back then... actually I hated a lot of things, especially the collar, but martial arts also helped me get back on my feet during the worst of times, so... and if I could, I'd attend a lot more tournaments! I really want to see the kids of my dojo compete some day!" "They don't compete now?" Zandre questioned and Ichiro just shook his head, but didn't elaborate. He didn't want to dwell any longer on the unfairness his gender had brought to him and the children he taught. They entered the dessert shop at which point Ichiro decided that cookie dough ice cream was not going to be enough, he wanted waffles as well. Zandre stuck to a small vanilla sundae with mixed berries. Ichiro pointed at it with his spoon after cleaning the contents off of it with his tongue, causing Zee to be more interested in what was occurring behind his pink lips rather than the dessert before him. "Adding fruit to vanilla ice cream doesn't make it any less boring!" Ichiro teased. "I'm not commenting on your dessert," Zee looked at the ice cream topped waffle which in turn was topped with chocolate sauce and marshmallows. To Zee it was a nightmare of sweet richness and sugary indulgence; he'd thought Ichiro wasn't fond of so much sweetness. "No need to pick on mine." "Of course you can't comment on mine!" Ichiro prodded the waffle with his spoon until he broke a piece away to consume. "Mine is fabulous! Yours can't compare in the slightest." "Oh I believe it can," Zandre smirked, before beginning a silent count until Ichiro caught onto his point. It took less than three seconds for Ichiro's face to begin to glow as he caught on. His eyes refused to meet the other man's in his embarrassment as he mumbled in retaliation; "into vanilla ice cream, probably into vanilla sex as well..." Zandre's brows raised and he leant forward across the table. "When it comes to sex," a deeply provocative smile curved the Alpha's lips, "there's nothing 'vanilla' about me. But I'll teach you all about that side of me when it's time." The colour of Ichiro's skin deepened and no amount of cookie dough ice cream seemed enough to cool the heat in his cheeks nor the ardour in his disloyal body. "I don't need you to teach me anything!" He cried out before practically burying himself in his dessert to hide his embarrassment. Zandre chuckled and finished the last mouthful of his own dessert before he declared; "I think there is something I need to teach you." He rose to his feet, pushing his chair backwards, before leaning over Ichiro. Ichiro glanced upward and swallowed the melting ice cream upon his tongue. "What?" He asked, cautiously. Two plush lips covered his own without warning, a prickle of hair teased the skin about them and a cold tongue tasting of vanilla invaded his mouth. Ichiro's body shivered, but not due to the icy sensation that trickled along his nerves with bolts of pleasure as Zandre drew him deeper into the kiss. Their scents began to combine, a heady mix of freshly cut wood and spice, enveloping them in its haze. A sharp, lewd whistling sound pierced Ichiro's ear, bringing him back to reality and he pushed away the Alpha angrily. "What are you doing?!" He demanded, ignoring the staring eyes about them. Zandre looked down at his Omega, a pang of hurt in his chest, but he did not regret his actions. "I told you, I'm teaching you a lesson. Don't mistake me as being your friend." He headed towards the toilets before Ichiro could say anything in retort. "Bastard," Ichiro grumbled, poking at the pool of melted ice cream on top the remaining soggy waffle. Ah, he was going to have a stomach ache later after eating all of that sugar, just that sometimes one needed to indulge a bit... Appetite lost, he tossed down his spoon, crossing his arms about his chest and pouting once more. Stupid Zee with his stupid kiss... his fingers involuntarily reached for his lips, an echo of sensation still haunting them. Maybe... maybe vanilla wasn't so bad after all? Zandre grinned as he looked back and witnessed this. His Omega could deny him all he liked, his body was honest enough for both of them.