Fuck, he must be tired if he is thinking about such things. Stupid Alpha, its all his fault any way. He'd had no problem continuing the status quo; enjoying his days, teaching his classes and supplementing his income by entertaining women, who were independent, but occasionally felt lonely. Struggling with money, exhausting himself to this point for it and no longer being able to look nor touch a woman, it was definitely that man's fault. So what if being near him felt comfortable and the stolen kisses pressed upon him were beyond comparable with those he'd shared with the girls to the point that the sensation continued to haunt him in his dreams. After that man had claimed his lips for the first time, Ichiro had vowed that he would not let the irrepressible Alpha claim a second one and yet that bastard had forced his plush, juicy lips over Ichiro's before letting the Omega leave his car to return home, Ichiro had been powerless to refuse him. In fact, Ichiro's body had shivered in his grasp, but it was not with distaste. The same phenomenon had occurred during a brief meeting on the following Saturday, when Ichiro was moving between work places and Zandre had dropped by to see him. Ichiro did not turn down the lift that was offered; he'd just had two classes that morning with little ones and not so little ones. A spring cold had caught a hold of many, so some children didn't show and there was much more wiping noses and sneezing than martial arts movements amongst those who had, but somehow this had proven to be just as tiring. Once more, after winding through the streets to the convenience store, Zandre had insisted on a kiss in payment. Ichiro's body had been far from pushing him away, froze instead to prevent its owner from denying what it wanted, what it anticipated even. And it had felt so good. No... not good, he stubbornly grumbled to himself as he reached the last flight of stairs. A sigh of relief slipped from his lips and he dragged the exhausted him up those last few steps and reached for his keys, unlocked the door and stumbled in. The sound of laughter reached his ears, the childish high pitch tone of his little brother as well as a deep rumbling tone that caused his soul to shiver in delight. Taking his shoes off and placing them besides the boats that did not belong in the small hallway, he shut the front door behind him and attempted a nonchalant walk into the living area of the apartment. Sure enough, two Omega's, one small, one not so small and one very large Alpha with the skin tone of rich, varnished mahogany, scented like freshly cut teak and pine sat upon the old sofa and chair, drinking coffee. He feebly fought against the two large hands that grabbed his waist and drew him onto a warm, welcoming lap. He complained that Zandre's thighs were too hard and uncomfortable, but maybe his pleas were too weak as all he received for his complaints was a bright, knowing grin from the cheeky youngest teen and a look of indulgence from an irrepressible Alpha. Ichiro looked sharply away, his expression discontent, but he still happened to take a deep breath in of the scent of the body holding him and allow its therapeutical properties to ease and comfort him. "I feel extraneous," Jiro muttered and pushed himself from the sofa, heading the couple of steps to his computer. He had homework to complete and while it wasn't due for a week, didn't mean that he would rather watch the games between his stupid brother and his future brother-in-law. And he should really go online and check to see how that was working out... Saburo giggled and asked Ichiro if he wanted coffee. "Make it a decaf," Zee said before Ichiro could reply, though it sounded more like a demand than a suggestion. "Oi," Ichiro pouted. "Why can't I have a normal coffee?" A calloused finger gently stroked the delicate skin below Ichiro's eyes. "Coffee will keep you up too late," he replied, softly, "and you look as if you could do with the sleep. You are working too much." "I have bills to pay," Ichiro reminded him. Zandre sighed inwardly, but didn't offer him money. His Omega's pride had already been worn thin by himself, by the fact that he was Male and clearly more dominant in this relationship that Ichiro never wanted nor could easily accept. Zee didn't want the remainder to shatter; Ichiro's pride, his stubbornness, his determination, they were all a part of the charm that Zee was falling for. Yes he wanted him, wanted to clearly define and move beyond the ambiguous nature of their current relationship, but he didn't want to break Ichiro while doing so. "I know," Zandre pressed his lips against the other's forehead and watch as the man's cheeks became stained by natural rouge. "I should pick you up next time." He would have collected him this time, but this visit had been on the spur of the moment, following the last training session and subsequent meetings before an important league game. He'd only actually arrived a few minutes before the man he had desperately wanted to see, would have likely missed him if he'd taken to the winding roads that led to that old building Ichiro used as a dojo. "No need," Ichiro failed to hide his yawn behind his hand and subconsciously leaned against the Alpha, his head nestling upon the other man's shoulder as his eyes began to lose focus. Saburo watched from where he stood in the kitchen preparing drinks and some white fish and rice for Ichiro's late meal. He smiled to himself as he amused himself thinking about potential outfits for his oldest brother's wedding. He didn't believe that the ceremony would be too far into the future after all...