...Inori is getting whiplash. What the hell is up with this guy? One second he's saying weird shit to his alpha cronies and then he's carrying Inori like a sack of potatoes and now this.

Inori is confused. Inori has a way to deal with confusion. That way is a lead pipe. But he doesn't have a lead pipe right now.

"Okay, okay, I am not okay, fuck."

"Why are you making noises?" He gets to his feet. "Get up and fight me you coward!"

Tōkan's head snaps up to look at the omega. "Are you seriously—I just spent a while carrying you while you're like—I do not want to fight you right now!" His hand twitches, though, and he balls it into a first and holds it between his legs.

"No, you want to fuck me, just like every other shitty alpha."

He can feel a growl forming in the back of his throat so he clamps it shut so hard he starts getting spots in his vision.

"Yeah, I wanna rail you until tomorrow, so can you stay the fuck away and not make it worse?"

...he really wants his lead pipe back.

"What does that even mean."

"I," and now he's starting to have trouble actually concentrating. "Why do you not take suppressants?"

"I manage my heat with my fighting spirit."

"—I'm not talking about that! I'm doing my level best here not to get into rut and you keep saying you want to fight me and I kinda want you to beat me up ARGH forget I said that just stay away!" He reaches into a pocket for a little cloth bag and tosses it over to the omega.

His reflexes are great and he can easily catch the bag, even though he's getting even more bewildered. "The fuck's this?"

"Tolerants, but they act as suppressants too. There's a pen applicator in there."

He looks at the bag with unconcealed disgust, keeping it at arm's length. "I just said I don't need them."

"I don't care if you have superhuman resilience to your own heat, with pheromones like that you're blood in the water and you're putting yourself in danger!"

"I can take care of myself. And if I can't then I deserve it."

Okay that's a really hot scenario actually what if Tōkan just overpowered the omega, he's so small, and then he could shut UP dick no one asked you.

"Fine maybe you can but in the meantime you're just making every alpha around you have to be constantly fighting themselves for every scrap of sanity."

"I don't give a shit about dickhead alphas having trouble, you all deserve it."

...

He's not getting through to this guy, is he.

Fine, let's speak his language. Fighting spirit.

Tōkan pushes himself up to his feet, trying to control the wobble in his balance. Hiding his massive erection is a hopeless endeavour and it's making him real uncomfortable to be around an omega like that. "Look. You wanna fight? Fine, I'll fight you—"

"Finally—"

"Another day. Unless you want an unfair fight with me unable to defend myself because I'm using every nerve in my body to try to control myself," or an unfair fight in which he's not even trying to hold himself back and is going all in to stick his cock into every orifice on this guy, "you're gonna have to wait 'til your heat's done. I can't compete with you while I'm like this."

"Fine. But once I'm not in heat I'm going to fucking kill you."

"Looking forward to it. Now leave."

Inori flips him the bird then stalks away. He needs to find a new lead pipe anyway.

Once Inori is safely away Tōkan turns around to rest his head on the wall and try to get a hold of himself. That was way too close, way too many times, he's very good at self control especially compared to other alphas and even he was having trouble there.

Also his cock's throbbing and he's knotting, this is the first time he's ever knotted without being inside someone or having someone inside him or at the very least simulating it well enough. That omega's a menace to society.

...cute though. And there's still a part of him that's mesmerised by the image of shutting the mouthy boy up with his dick, getting him to go from fighty and angry to moaning his name and incoherent noises coming out of his mouth.

Tōkan swore to himself he was never going to have sex with an omega but he never said anything about fantasising, and he's clearly not getting better right now. If this is what a rut feels like, it's not as bad as he'd expected, at least he was not completely overridden by instinct like some people say. But it does mean he's either going to need to wait several hours to calm down—which is medically dangerous—or he needs to take care of his business right now.

He chooses the latter. At the level of horny he is even the simple stimulation of pulling his dick out of his pants is strong enough to make him sweat and groan, and it's all downhill from there. He lets himself go, picturing that boy's face and a very flowery image of what his body must be like in his mind, thinking about how much he'd beg, how much Inori would cry for his cock, ask to be railed again and again, how hard it would be for Tōkan to even get in when he's already knotted, he bets that would hurt a lot and Inori would love every second of it, every minute of being stretched wide and open and vulnerable and used...

There's an actual puddle of cum on the ground and streams of it sliding down the wall when Tōkan's knot finally starts to subside after coming more than five times in a row. He uses a thumb to clean up the last dribbles of it coming out of his shaft and licks it clean (Inori would make such sexy noises with Tōkan's mouth around his cock, Tōkan's tongue exploring his pussy, Tōkan's lips all over him...) before zipping back up and coming back to the world. He needs to find his way home.

    "Damnit Inori!" yells his omega dad, Kuroji. "You're in very bad heat! You can't just walk around all alone at night like this! And I told you already to get rid of that pipe."

"Pipe's new."

        "Just stay home if you hate the medicine so much 😭," pleads Harutsugu, his alpha dad. "Today's was really bad, I told you this morning—"

Inori ignores that and ruffles his kid sister's hair on his way upstairs. "I'm gonna crash. Don't need food."

    "Yamada Inori are you even listening—"

No he's not, especially not as he shuts his door behind him and locks it...

...then falls to the floor, panting. "Fuck," he breathes to himself, and starts undoing his belt. "Every time, every fucking time—"