"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?"