Star-Prince.

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"Hey, Star-Prince."

He knows that will grab the others attention. Vega needs to be careful not to be seen, so he's unfortunately stuck in a pair of civvie's clothing. He hates it. He loves the feeling of the alliance uniform against his chest, but he can't risk his new position. He had risen through the ranks and found himself as one of the leaders in charge of the recent military base on Omega. A hard job, but they were managing all right... at least for now.

"Haven't had any reports about you lately. You getting smarter or are my men getting sloppy?"

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Quill's head jerks toward the sound of someone calling him the wrong name... again... More like usual. His expression eases quickly though, into a small, easy smile, when he sees Alliance officer.

His eyes not so subtly give the man a once-over. Sure, it wasn't the Alliance uniform that he liked seeing James Vega in, but he had to admit that the guy looked good in the civvies too. They still fit to his muscles like they were a size too small on him. Quill glances around to make sure there weren't any other Alliance soldiers around them, thankfully there weren't many on Omega in the first place, and especially not in this more lawless area of an already lawless station. Once he's sure they're not going to be bothered, he tilts his head toward some crappy dive bar, motioning for Vega to follow along.

"Why can't it be both, big guy? Believe it or not, I've been staying out of trouble the past few days," That was a lie. "Your men do need some work, though."

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The officer's smile turned into a smirk once Peter finally realized who he was. Although he'd never admit it, watching the other man smile usually brightened his mood.

Vega raised an eyebrow as he noticed the other looking him over, but decided on saying nothing. He found that actions spoke louder than words, and made things a lot easier between the two of them. He wrapped his arm around the other's waist as they made their way into the shitty bar.

"Because I know you, Phones. I don't expect you to change." He shrugged, keeping his grip on the other man strong. "Maybe I'll tell them to look out for you. Get your ass sent to me personally."

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Vega trusting his actions definitely made things easier between them. Peter's actions were far more honest than his words were, so at least this way he didn't have to lie to the officer whenever they ran into each other like this. It also meant that he couldn't charm him with his usual flirting. Vega was interested in him for who he was, it seemed. It was kind of nice.

Which is why Vega gets to keep his arm wrapped around his waist as they walk through the back streets toward the bar. It's a big deal, since it would cause problems if Alliance officers saw them together. It could also cause problems for Quill, if his contacts saw him flirting and being friendly with someone as high-ranking as Vega. He didn't really care right now though, and eventually wraps his arm around Vega's waist as well.

"Fair enough, but you really need to tell your guys to watch their pockets around here. I'd give you the credits I stole off of one of them, but then they wouldn't learn anything about Omega," He smirks, leaning in just a little bit as they reach the bar. "I met actually let them catch me, in that case. Always wanted to fool around with you in one of the interrogation rooms."

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"You can use the credits to buy me a drink instead." Vega knows that there's a truth to Quill's words. Getting soldiers on Omega was a difficult endeavor in and of itself. Unfortunately for Vega, he didn't really get the best men. The alliance military didn't really give a shit about the impossible idea of eventually bringing Omega to some sort of lawful order. So he got a group of people who were either stupid or who were obviously abusing their authority.

"Heh, don't tempt me. If I ever saw you in my interrogation room you'd be walking funny for weeks." He winked. He doesn't know the last time he's been so worked up over somebody. Every single time when they get naked he felt like he knew what to expect, yet Quill would find a way to keep him on his toes. "Make an example of you or something."

He shrugged, before looking at Quill again. "Now get some tequila. I haven't seen you in weeks."

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Soldiers on Omega would always sound like a joke to Quill. Expecting to establish order on a station that was lawless was just asking for failure, but after Cerberus tried to take control, having extra firepower seemed like a good idea. Besides, it wasn't like they'd get anything done really, or take control away from Aria. Peter was just happy about it because it meant Vega would be stuck here for a long time, and as much as he liked being an outlaw thief with a different partner in his bed every night, he liked James Vega just a little bit more than that.

Which is why he's more than happy to be manhandled a little bit as he walks with Vega, even leaning into him a little bit more... And getting naked with him was definitely on the agenda, sooner rather than later. He needs to keep impressing and surprising the other man, after all. "Still not seeing a downside to getting arrested for you, big guy. I could really use some hard time."

He shrugs as well, walking over to the bar and eventually returning with a couple glasses and a large bottle of tequila. The bartender owes him, after all. Once he returns though, he instead takes a seat in Vega's lap, claiming the other man's lips. "And whose fault is that? I missed you, jerk."

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Vega admitted that he thought about bringing Quill into his office a few times. These thoughts were fleeting, mixed with that urge of sexual fantasy and budding feelings of kink. During slow periods he'd daydream of stripping the other man down to that jacket and taking him right in the middle of his office - Unfortunately he didn't really try applying it into action. The logistics of actually getting Quill into the base were difficult. Vega would have to put a warrant out on Quill, and frankly there were worse people on Omega. Right. Totally why he never did it.

James looked down at his drink of choice with a smirk. They'd met and drunk bonded over tequila... and it just seemed to stick. There's a kiss, and Vega smiled. It's too bad they didn't get down time like this more often. "Blame the Blue Suns. They're being a pain in the ass." Not in a good way, sadly.

Speaking of such, Vega takes the liberty of relaxing his hips and letting Quill straddle him to the best of his ability. Those pants would be leaving sooner rather than later. "Shots. Try and keep up." Vega somehow managed to pour the shots through the large hunk of a man blocking him, before handing one to his friend. "Cheers?"