Tōkan is a popular kid in a popular school, so it's easy to get word out and find someone who knows someone who knows Inori and can get a message to him. By the end of the schoolday they've got a meeting scheduled, if you can call it that, at the nearby storeroom.

So there the four of them wait, in awkward silence, which of course is exactly as Tōkan wants. He has a suspicion about those two and he's usually right about his suspicions. He bets this Inori dude is going to confirm it.

After a while of waiting they start to get a bit fidgety, though.

    "Hey, uh, do we have to be here too?" asks Hōji.

"Yep," Tōkan replies, and that's that. But they aren't kept waiting for very long.

He shows up, as promised: alone, a mask covering the lower half of his face, holding a lead pipe with one hand, the other end resting on his shoulder.

"Yamada Inori, hmm?"

Yeah, he's definitely an omega.

"What's it to you? You wanna fight?" He flicks his wrist so the pipe's other end makes an arc all the way to the ground, clanging loudly.

Tōkan raises both eyebrows. "You don't recognise them." A statement, not a question.

"Who?" And for what seems to be the first time he looks at the other three.

And that's when they're hit with it, all four of them at the same time: a wave of pheromones strong enough to straightforwardly pierce through all of their tolerants wafts over, carried by the wind. Tōkan seems unaffected by it, but the other three all stagger back almost in unison.

    "Wh—these pheromones—what—" stammers Subaru.

"Not taking suppressants, Yamada, I see. Some might call this flirting." Shit these are really strong though.

        "What? He's the omega?" coughs Karato.

"Want a reward for your observational skills?" With another easy turn of his wrist he swings the pipe to land on his other hand. "And what the fuck are you talking about? You want flirting? How about a pipe to the forehead?"

"Last night," Tōkan says while the other two are still pinching their noses and holding their hands in front of their mouths. He's not doing that himself, he has an image to maintain, but he's starting to wobble a little. "You ran into these two." He hikes a thumb to point at them. "What'd they do?"

    "H-hey!" protests Hōji. "Whose side are you on!"

"To be decided."

"Ah, I remember the shitheads. They were attacking a girl."

"Attacking, huh?"

"They tried to rape a middle schooler in her first heat."

Tōkan whirls on his feet to face them now. Also, having his back to the wind helps. "Really? No reason, huh?"

    "W-we couldn't help it!" says Karato, lowering his hand to place it between himself and Tōkan. Which proves to be a mistake, seeing the way he's affected by the pheromones. And given how much Tōkan wants to turn around and rail Inori right now he hates that he understands what Karato is talking about.

"Hey Yamada, you wanna beat these two up some more with me?"

        "What the fuck are you doing, Kokonoe?" asks Subaru.

"A middle schooler, Subaru. I should fuck them up here and call the police on them."

"Hey assholes," says an Inori suddenly far too close to the four of them, swinging his lead pipe in Tōkan's direction. "Shut the fuck up and fight me."

Tōkan leaps out of the way in the nick of time and takes a defensive stance. "What the hell, man, I'm on your side here!" And now he's way too close.

"You shitty alphas all talk too much," he replies, with another swing.

Which Tōkan dodges again. But enough is enough, and from his crouched down position he lunges at Inori's midsection and then heaves him up over his back, which causes him to drop his lead pipe.

(And that is close enough that even Tōkan's composure starts to actually crack. But composure or no he will still not do anything as disgusting as—as those two—)

    "Tōkan?!" exclaims Subaru, who's been in a corner close to the wall with the other two trying not to get in the way of the lead pipe or his "friend" who seems to want to help lead pipe crush their skulls.

"What the fuck are you doing, you dick! Put me down!" Inori yells, thrashing in Tōkan's grip.

"I am getting you the fuck away from here before anything we'll both regret happens!" Wow that sounded a lot less sexually tense in his head. Anyway, he starts sprinting away while the other three watch in frozen shock.

"Put me down! I'll fucking kill you!"

"Now's not the time to flirt!"

But between the physical exertion of running and carrying Inori he's starting to actually get really seriously affected by the pheromones and he really really does not want to get in rut right this minute!

What the fuck is up with this dumbass alpha, Inori is going to bash his brains in.

Eventually they get to an alleyway between two houses and Tōkan drops Inori to the ground before backing up to the opposite wall from him. And he's got a boner.

"Okay now that we're away from them: why the fuck are you not using suppressants?"

Inori looks up at him wearing a filthy glare. "I manage just fine on my own."

And now that his classmates aren't around to see him Tōkan slides down onto the floor, back still to the wall, and pulls his knees in close then buries his face in them to start hyperventilating. "Shit shit shit shit shit shit..."

...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—"

Inori notices something in his pocket while doing that and stares at it in confusion when he grabs it for a few seconds before remembering that's the bag that alpha gave him.

...

He lifts it up to his face and takes a deep, shuddering breath. He didn't think it was possible for him to get any harder but apparently he was wrong. He doesn't even finish undoing his pants before he's got two fingers in his pussy and is rubbing against that spot right under the bottom of his dick inside his vagina. His mask is still on and he's running purely on instinct now, the alpha's scent all over that little cloth bag, trying to pretend his fingers are much bigger and thicker, trying to pretend they're his cock—

It's picturing his face that tips Inori over the edge and makes him come and come and come and that's disgusting and confusing and he's still hard.

He hates being in heat so much.

When it gets so bad he can't just deal with it with FIGHTING SPIRIT he does weight training, tries to get his mind off things by focusing on some other strong physical sensation. And sometimes even that doesn't work and that's when he has to fuck himself to get it to subside.

But he's never needed to spend days doing it.

He bets it's that shitty alpha's little bag, there, with his scent all over it, that's affecting Inori all the time. And he keeps sniffing it like some horny creep and it's a goddamn cycle.

This is getting ridiculous. It's all that alpha's fault. And what was he even talking about anyway, the only alpha Inori's ever met that wasn't a rapist asshole is Harutsugu, and this guy sounds just like him. Inori hates him.

Inori is going to have to kill him.

    "You really didn't fuck him?"

"Fuck you, Subaru, I've told you a million times already, I don't fuck omegas."

    "It's one thing to say that, it's another to get hit in the face by those pheromones and run off with him..."

Tōkan peers at his friend from the corner of his eyes. "...are you jealous, Subaru?" And the light flush on Subaru's face is enough to confirm it. "You've never been jealous before. Just 'cause he's an omega?"

    "Yes because he's an omega," Subaru grumbles in an annoyed tone. "You can fuck other alphas and betas all you want, but they don't have mind-control drugs pouring out of every pore."

"Well clearly I can resist his mind-control drugs just fine." Kind of. He didn't share the details. And he immediately got the strongest tolerants the pharmacy had available just in case. He never thought pheromones could get that bad.

    "Fine, you didn't fuck him, but you're a liar if you say you didn't like it. That shit's addictive—" But he cuts himself off before saying anything else. "What did you even do with him if you didn't fuck? You were gone a long time."

"...I lectured him about using suppressants," Tōkan replies, pinching his nose.

    "And you jerked off to him later, didn't you?"

"What?"

    "Don't lie to me. I jerked off to him later, I wanted to shove a gag in his mouth and fuck him until he passed out. And I'm gay."

"And you don't see me being jealous do you?"

    "You're constitutionally incapable of that. I'm just... conditionally incapable of that."

"...Subaru." He looks directly at his friend's face. "I'm not going to return your feelings. I'm sorry, but it's true. I've told you this before. You say you're fine with just fucking, well, alright, but if you're hoping after we've gone at it enough times I'll come around..."

    Subaru looks away and folds his arms. "I know that. I know you're not. Doesn't mean I'm going to like it when you inevitably leave."

"I'm not going to be tied down. That is just not going to happen."

    "Until a nice-smelling omega comes along..."

Tōkan smacks him behind the head. "Stop being gloomy. Come on let me drag you to the bathroom stall and suck you off until you're feeling alright again."

    His friend flushes. "You always know just the right words don't you."

And a few days later there's Yamada in front of Kokonoe High.

...okay, there was a part of him that had been hoping to run into Yamada again, even while the rest of him didn't really expect him. Certainly not just outside his school gates.

"Heat's over, huh?"

"Yes. As of yesterday. Now let's fight."

"You keep saying things like that, I'm going to start thinking you really are flirting with me."

"Stop saying that shit and come get killed, shitty alpha."

...wait?

...ohhhhhhhhh no.

"Fine," he says, betraying none of his thoughts. "Let's go somewhere without innocent bystanders."

"This is an alpha school, no one's innocent."

But he follows anyway, until they eventually reach an empty football field.

"Kokonoe, by the way. Kokonoe Tōkan."

"Don't care." He turns around and stretches, holding his lead pipe in one hand. "Now get ready to get crushed."

Tōkan doesn't adopt a fighting stance, though, and just raises an eyebrow. "Really? You need the pipe to beat me up, one on one? Guess you're not so tough after all."

"The fuck you say?" He tosses the pipe away and cracks his knuckles. "I can take you with a hand tied behind my back."

If Yamada was not an omega Tōkan would know exactly what to say to that, but it's crossing a line, here. He assumes a stance.

"—wait. Before we begin." And he reaches inside his jacket poket for the cloth bag with the tolerant and tosses it back to him. "I don't need this."

Tōkan grabs it and looks at it. "Didn't use it, huh?"

...but then there's the pheromones, and he immediately stretches his arm out to hold the cloth bag as far away from him as possible. "What the hell? Did you rub yourself all over this or something, your pheromones are everywhere!"

"—really? Did—did you jerk off to this or something?!" Oh fuck that's really hot actually, maybe Inori could instead just rub himself all over him shut UP dick no one asked you.

"Fuck you," he says with a swing directly at Tōkan's face.

He dodges, still a little bit on the back foot, and dodges and dodges and dodges until he slips on a soda can and falls on his back. He immediately rolls out of the way and leaps up to a crouching position.

"I'm gonna kill," swing swing swing, "every shitty alpha, but especially you."

Dodge dodge dodge. "Especially me? The fuck did I even do?"

"All alphas are the same." Here's a swirling kick for a change. "Look down on all omegas, think we're all just breeding bitches, just like your friends who tried to rape that middle schooler."

"Not my friends," he says, parrying a blow and returning it with one of his own, finally. "And were you just not listening? I don't look down on omegas and I don't think anything of the sort about you. My mom's an omega."

Inori skips a few steps back to dodge Tōkan's blow but doesn't immediately press the offensive. "Every alpha I've met is human garbage. And then there's you. You keep saying weird shit no other alpha says." Lightbulb. "That's why. You keep being weird, that's why I couldn't get you out of my head throughout my heat."

"—wait, what?"

But Inori's got his pipe in hand again so he hits Tōkan on the stomach with it then takes off.

"Urghhhhhh." He's doubled over and trying not to heave, but most importantly he extremely does not want an omega crushing on him. Does not need that at all.

(And when he gets home, goddamnit, he's the one being a creep and getting off to someone's scent in a cloth bag. In his defence Inori's pheromones smell incredibly hot. Perhaps not so much in his defence, he keeps thinking about fucking the omega.)

(Maybe Subaru was onto something when he said this is addictive.)

Inori is waiting for him at the school gates the next morning. "We weren't finished."

"—you're the one who ran away," he replies on automatic because fuck he had actually hoped Yamada would just give up after that.

"You kept saying weird shit. Stop doing that and come die like an alpha."

"I have class. And so do you."

"So? Skip it."

"You're asking me to skip class so that you can kill me."

"Yep."

"Fuck off." And through the gates but he's got a suspicion he's just not brushing Yamada off that easily.

    "So did you beat him up?" asks Subaru between classes.

"No, he ran away."

    "Did he? Thought I saw someone with his hair by the gate this morning."

"He wanted a rematch."

    Snort. "After he ran away?"

"Dude's crazy."

    "So don't go sticking your dick in it."

"I am not going to fuck an omega."

But there he is the next day. After class this time, though.

"Stop stalking me! Go home!"

"You were bitching about school so I waited until after it."

"Just go away, dude, I don't want anything to do with you."

"No! I'll keep coming here every day until you admit defeat! I will defeat all alphas!"

"...that it? Fine. I lose."

"—at least look me in the eye when you say it!" he growls, stepping up to Tōkan and grabbing him by the scruff of his T-shirt. "Or are you scared of me?"

He bats Yamada's hand away and takes a step back because pheromones or no Tōkan's mind has started to wander a bit too much whenever he's around this dude. The "addiction" theory is getting more and more likely. "I'm not scared of you."

"Then why won't you fight me!!" He doesn't get any closer but he's the birth of the phrase "if looks could kill". "All because of all that bullshit you said, your face keeps popping up in my head even though my heat is over! So I have to kill you!"

N n n n n nooooooo nope nuh uh not this shit he extremely very very much does not want to have this omega trailing after him trying to figure out that he has a crush, nope, no sir, get him the fuck outta here.

"Well, I don't want to see your face anymore," and part of that's a lie because he keeps fantasising about this shitty omega because of some Pavlovian conditioning bullshit or whatever. He will need to take an ice-cold shower after this. And destroy that cloth bag for good measure. And not jerk off for like a week. "So just fuck off and get out of my life already."

    Inori is opening his mouth for a retort but before he can do that someone calls his name: "Hey, Yamada! Fancy meeting you here!" He looks over Tōkan's shoulder at the trio that's glaring at him. "How 'bout we finish what we started the other day?"

"...do I know you?"

Tōkan's turned around by then and is frowning at the three. "Jochi," he tells the leader of the little gang. "What are you doing here?"

    "Your little omega boyfriend here needs to learn a lesson, Kokonoe."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Oh, I remember you guys." He tightens his grip on his lead pipe. "You were going after that boy last month. You want another round? Bring it."

    "I'm going to kill you," says another person who showed up behind Inori and Tōkan, with a friend. And then there's another three coming from over there, too.

Well well well, if it isn't the consequences of Yamada's decision to beat up every alpha (and a number of betas) up and then show up every day at the gates of an all-alpha school. "Seriously, guys? Eight of you? Against one little omega? Has your pride sunk that low?" But there is, actually, no way they can fight eight people at once.

"I'm not little. And I can take you all. Bring it," he repeats.

    "Guess we'll have to beat both of you up," says another one of them, "since you insist on protecting him, Kokonoe."

"Allow me to propose an alternative." Then he tackles Inori again and dashes off into the distance while carrying him over his shoulder.

"Put me down!!!" he shrieks. "You stupid alphas are all the same, just doing whatever you want, you don't give a shit about anyone but yourselves—"

"Will you shut up, we cannot fight eight people at once!"

"Maybe you can't, but I can so put me the fuck down and let me at them!"

This deserves no response, especially not at the cost of the breath he needs to outrun the eight of them while carrying Yamada, even as small as he is. It's a good thing Tōkan is very in shape, and an early bloomer to boot so he's had a longer while of simmering in his alpha hormones than most other alpha kids their age.

After they're out of sight he makes his way to the school's athletics storeroom and shuts the door before finally dropping Yamada back on the floor and slinking away from him.

"Goddamnit, Yamada."

"—what! You're the one who dragged me here, I should be complaining."

"You're delusional."

"Well get out of the way then, if you don't want to fight there's no point in being around you, I wanna find those guys and beat them up."

"Delusional," he repeats. "And no, you are not leaving right now, the teachers are all over the place and I don't want my father to hear shit about this."

"...your father?"

"...did you not hear what I said? I'm Kokonoe Tōkan. This is Kokonoe High. My father is the school owner and headmaster."

"I'm not paying attention to shit like that. And what's it to me anyway? I don't care what your father or whoever else hears."

"Well I don't care what you don't care about, we'll leave when I can't hear people outside anymore and go out the back—" But instead of that what he immediately hears is the voice of some other students approaching the storeroom. "Shit. Hide!"

And it's not like he's waiting for Yamada to comply before he's behind some stacks of boxes pulling the omega with him.

Inori at the very least has the grace to stay quiet while they sit next to each other and wait for the kids to leave.

When they do Tōkan gets up again and says, "Right then, change of plans, let's leave before anyone else gets in..." But he stops talking as he gets to the door and tries to open it and notices that the outside is chained. "Oh goddamnit."

"What."

"They locked the door."

"—this is your fault! Fix it!"

He's already got his phone in his hands and is texting people. "I'm working on it! In the worst case security's gonna make the rounds, though, right? But maybe I could get my friends to come... Where is the key even kept?"

Inori doesn't say anything to that.

Tōkan... notices, and looks up from his phone at him.

He's hugging himself and has started shuddering.

Wha—

oh

"You said your heat just ended!" And he's not in front of other alphas so he can just press his back against the door and cover his mouth and nose, because fuck this dude's pheromones are strong.

"It did."

"...so what the fuck's this then?"

"...my heats are irregular. Once it's over it comes and goes for a few hours at a time over a few days. And it can come back very soon. Or not. I've gone four months between heats before."

Oh no. Ohhhh no no no no no. The room is locked this place's air is gonna be entirely replaced by this guy's pheromones. "You have got to be kidding me," but Tōkan's pretty sure he isn't.

He's oblivious. "It's not a problem."

He bangs his fist against the door. "The fuck you mean 'it's not a problem'? It's nothing but a problem!"

"I won't lose to my heat."

"You selfish prick." But he did buy stronger tolerants just for this kind of situation, so he's soon rummaging in his school bag for them—here. He doesn't waste any time before sitting down and stabbing his leg with the applicator. Then he grabs a box of pills and throws them to Yamada. "Take these."

He catches it and stares at it. "I don't need them."

"I do!!!!"

"Don't care."

He slides down to a seat on the ground, too, back to the opposite wall.

Fucking selfish asshole Tōkan is going to kill him after this or he might instead fuck him NO at least he has condoms and morning after pills if he needs them clever and good advance planning but still no he looks so cute and vulnerable ARE YOU NOT LISTENING

After a half hour of silence Tōkan is once again hugging his knees tense as a spring and trying to keep still. He's knotting again and he's pretty sure his pants are soaked through with precum. And that bastard is just sitting there playing on his phone.

"Why are you so fucking stubborn," he finally says, breaking the silence. "Just take the goddamn suppressants! I don't want to keep being tempted to—" But he will not finish this sentence, nosireeeee.

He looks up and blinks at Tōkan a few times. "I don't care if you attack me."

"—what?" That's an opportunity SHUT UP but he just said he's fine with it SHUT UP it would be really hot SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP—

"I'll just break your arms if I need to," he finishes as if he didn't hear.

"—that's worse!!!!"

Okay. Mind over matter. Mind over matter. He doesn't need to be around this guy, he doesn't need to get off to this guy, he doesn't need to fuck this guy. If he ever needs a fuck he has Subaru on call, plus a dozen other alphas at school and alphas and betas all over everywhere else, he doesn't need this particular guy, he doesn't need to think about—about—

—about the time Yamada jerked off to his scent, what his face must have looked like, his fingers knuckle deep in his pussy, conflicted and hating himself about it but unable to control himself—

—about how pretty he'd look with Tōkan all the way up inside him, knot and all—

—about the noises he'd make, how he'd moan and cry and gasp and plead and curse—

—about how delicious his body must look, his strong wiry build honed by so long practising fighting alphas, strong enough to overpower alphas, even three-on-one apparently, he must look so hot, his ass is probably so tight—

—about ripping that mask off his face and kissing him, finding out what he looks like under it, seeing his mouth parted for Tōkan, his lips trembling with pleasure—

—but he's startled out of his reverie by a loud growling noise coming from Inori. "...what was that."

"...I'm hungry."

"Holy shit that was your stomach?" But he's already reaching into his bag on instinct and grabbing a box of protein bars and tossing it over to him. "Eat this."

Inori looks almost startled by that, then looks down at the box and grudgingly starts eating its contents. But he turns around first so he's not facing Tōkan while he does it.

"Why do you even hate suppressants this much?" he asks. Maybe keeping his mind occupied by conversation will help him forget about everything else.

"Because I can deal with my heat with fighting spirit," he replies slowly as if talking to a child. "I've told you this."

"...is fighting spirit how you're gonna deal with this? If I lose control for one second because you can't deign to do the bare minimum I just get to have my arms broken? How's that fair?"

He snorts. "An alpha talking about fair. As if I care."

"Goddamnit Yamada I'm trying to protect you—!"

Fine, if Yamada is fine with getting raped then he's fine with being forced to take suppressants, right? Right. Tōkan gets to his wobbly feet and grabs an unused tolerant applier because this is ridiculous and he will not rape him and if he needs to violate Yamada's bodily autonomy otherwise to avoid that then fuck it he'll do it. He takes the steps to cross the distance between them, suppressant in hand, then grabs Yamada by the shoulder to turn him around—

...oh. He—he's so pretty—and his face is flushed like that, and he's breathing so heavily and even that is enough to get Tōkan going (not that he needs much more incentive, his trousers are actually straining against his belt and zipper and his cock might actually win that fight). "Y-you—you—"

He doesn't say anything. And doesn't resist, either. He's just there, sitting cross-legged, breathing heavily, as if he's waiting...

He's—surely he's—aware—why isn't he fighting—fight, damn you, stop Tōkan from doing this, please—

"Why are you making that face?" he says in a raspy rumble, which is not what he was planning to do. Nor is getting down on his knees and holding Yamada's chin in his fingers, lifting it up—he wasn't expecting Yamada to look prettier without the mask, most people don't— "You want it, don't you? As much as I do." No what stop this he did not plan to say this what the fuck is possessing him—

And still Inori doesn't say anything and just looks at him, trembling, lips parted and shining in the fluorescent light—

Fight him, damnit! Stop him! Don't—don't just look at him like that—push him away, don't let him get closer, don't let his face get there, don't let their lips touch—please—

Then he punches Kokonoe in the stomach and sends him away doubled over.

Yes! "Th-thank you," he says between coughs, sitting on his ass and holding his arms around his midsection. What the hell was he doing, why couldn't he stop himself—

"You're fucking welcome," he says, but he's trembling, too, and his voice is not at all steady.

"G-give me your arm. Or leg. I—" He dropped the tolerant at some point, but it's in reach and he can just grab it. "I'll inject you—"

"Hell no. Stay the fuck away from me."

"Yamada—! I just—I almost—"

"You almost nothing, I stopped you, didn't I."

"I can't stop myself, clearly, you may deal with it with fighting spirit but I don't—" He uncaps the applier but his hands are shaking too hard, he's not sure he'd even be able to apply it this way, it's too much, too fucking much...

"...then just do it. If you wanna do it." He pulls his knees in and hugs them. "I've been told that... that's what I'm for. Omegas are just there for alphas to fuck... you use your instincts as an excuse..." Shiver. "To just do what you want to do... so..."

...something happened to him. Tōkan is not sure what, the immediate idea is that some alphas took advantage of him already but that doesn't—quite—fit— "Don't lump me in with them," he says instead, dropping the applier once more. Even though he almost did it, he deserves to be lumped with them, he almost, it was, if it had been up to just him— "Stop doing that. I don't—I don't want to take advantage of you—that's why I want you to take the suppressants—do you have any idea—?"

Inori stays silent, then, hugging his knees and watching Tōkan.

"I don't want that," he repeats. "Don't want to—to rape you—anyone. I can't—I know I can't complain, the whole world is set up around me, alphas are politicians and CEOs and TV personalities and singers, I'm even worse, my father is the headmaster at school, all the teachers treat me like I'm, I'm something special when I'm not, I'm just—me—except I'm not, I'm not me like this, my whole body wants to hijack me, wants me to just, just follow my instincts and evolution and I won't, I won't, I can't—" He's repeating it all mostly to convince himself, to prevent himself from doing it. Center. He needs to remember who he is, and who he is is not a rapist. "And, and sex is, it's nice, it's so nice, it's so good, it feels great, it's not, you shouldn't, you shouldn't use it to hurt people, shouldn't make them feel bad, if they're feeling bad then you're doing it wrong and I'm not, I don't want to do it wrong, I don't want to—to hurt you—" He's got the tolerant again and is trying to make his hands hold still so he can, can...

There, he thinks he's steady enough. "Your arm. Give me your arm. Please."

"...me too."

"Wh—" Oh what the fuck, his pheromones just got stronger? No that's not, that's not possible, that shouldn't be possible, Tōkan was already on the verge of losing, he can't take more of this. "W-w-what are you t-t-talking ab-bout?" he says between violent body-shaking shudders.

"Me too. I feel that way too. And I... I want... just... just do it..."

What the fuck is he saying, he shouldn't be saying things like that, and Tōkan's body shouldn't be acting of its own accord like that either, he shouldn't be close to Yamada again. "Stop me," he says even as he gets closer and his face approaches Yamada's. "Please. Punch me, hit me, break my arms, stop me—"

He doesn't. He lets it happen. He—he kisses back—

I want to ravage him I want to kiss him I want to bite him I want to fuck him I want to rail him I want to rip his clothes off I want him I want him I want him—

Tōkan's shirt is off, somehow, and his hands are fumbling with Yamada's belt, with his trousers, he's feeling too hot all over, trousers and underwear are now gone and oh Yamada is hard too, and he's so wet, so ready for him already, he must've been leaking for so long, too, his underwear is soaked and he's still dripping more, and his face, he wants it, Tōkan knows he wants it, and if he just stops—for a moment—stops holding himself back, he could, he could have it—god his ass is just as round and muscled as Tōkan imagined, those legs, and he's just panting and waiting, his legs are wide open just for him—

And now he finds some sense in himself and says, "No, no, get away, stop this," but he doesn't move at all, he doesn't find it in him to push Kokonoe away, and when that monster—he's never watched porn before, he's never seen an alpha's cock like that, he knew it was big but it's so much bigger than he'd thought, there's no way that's going to fit inside him, and he's already knotted and why is Inori getting even wetter at that, and his pussy is doing the opposite of clenching because he wants it, wants it so much, he wants to be split open by this alpha, wants all of that inside him, please, "Please—" and now it's not an objection it's a request, a demand, he needs more, "Please fuck me, put that in me, fill me up, I need—I need—"

He doesn't, not yet. That would hurt Inori a lot, if he just went in, he can start with his fingers, can make him feel good...

And he can kiss Inori, which is suddenly as much of a need as fucking him, as strong a desire, stronger, even. His eyes aren't even open anymore, Tōkan's just kissing him and pumping into him with his fingers and rubbing his dick against Inori's leg and stomach, he needs more.

"Please—no, don't—stop—don't stop, please, I need you—get away from me you stupid alpha—please—fill me, fill me with your seed—don't put that in me—no, do—" And the litany of protests and pleading goes on, and he's not sure even as wet and ready as he is it'll enough for the knot—which Tōkan seems to agree with at some point, except he agrees with the wrong thing, because he's positioning himself to enter Inori anyway, and that's all he's ever wanted and needed in his life, and when he feels Tōkan entering him he wraps both arms around Tōkan's neck and moans loudly. "Please—stop—you won't fit in—it hurts—don't do this—" But all of his complaints and objections are undone by his pulling Tōkan even closer in, kissing Tōkan, biting Tōkan, pressing himself down onto Tōkan, and he wants it, wants it so much, he needs it—

"I'm sorry," Tōkan whispers just before he starts getting the knot in, and the way Inori's biting his neck hard enough to draw blood he knows it must hurt like hell, but even the verbal protests have stopped now, Inori's just whimpering and moaning and crying—

—and now he's inside.

Inori screams. He just actually screams, it's not a moan, it's not anything else, it's a scream. And it's Tōkan's name, Tōkan's given name, he's screaming this stupid horrible shitty sexy amazing beautiful alpha's name again and again. His body's both made of gelatin and of some kind of spring that will never let go, he's melting and he's pulling Tōkan against him so hard he's afraid he's going to break Tōkan's bones. He can taste Tōkan's blood in his mouth from where he broke skin, and even that tastes delicious, so good, so fucking good, "Please, Tōkan, please, more, I need you, I need it, please—"

Tōkan buries his face in Inori's neck, Inori's chest, Inori's shoulder, and there's not a whole lot of pounding he can do while knotted all the way inside but what little of it there is he's doing, he's pushing Inori against the floor, Inori's legs still spread open for him, welcoming him, wanting him— "Inori—fuck Inori—you feel so good—mine—you're mine, you're—I'm going to—"

Inori comes a second before Tōkan does, and it's more than he's ever come before, he's beyond sounds now, he's beyond coherent thought, he knows exactly what Tōkan was talking about when he talked about instincts and being taken over because all he wants is Tōkan, Tōkan inside him, Tōkan touching him, kissing him, licking him, saying his name, god whenever Tōkan says his name he wants to cry—

He needs more.

So they go at it again and again and again and again over the several hours it takes for the sex to subside Inori's heat and Tōkan's rut, at which point Inori immediately falls asleep.

Just in time for Tōkan to have a protracted panic attack.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck what did he do he didn't even have the presence of mind to get a condom on he completely lost control he had sex with an omega fuck fuck fuck fuck he fucked up he fucked up so bad he's just as bad as his father he's just as bad as Hōji and Karato he swore at least he has morning after pills (but it would be just like Inori to not want to take them, the madman) fuck shit fuck he raped an omega he's a rapist he should turn himself in he should talk to the police fuck if Inori wants to bash his skull in it'll be just deserts he won't even move out of the way he fucked uuuuuuuup

"...hey," Inori says a half hour later, not turning around to look at Tōkan (and at least this way Tōkan confirms that he didn't bite the nape of Inori's neck, thank god), "get me some water."

Inori sits up as Tōkan is getting his water and Tōkan doesn't make eye contact as he hands Inori the bottle. "I'm sorry."

"...why are you apologising?"

...he can only stare, at that.

Inori looks at him and frowns. "Well, don't. I'm not apologising either. I'm not sorry."

"—you're! I was the one who raped you!"

He scoffs. "Fuck off. If I didn't want it to happen I'd just have killed you."

Tōkan thinks this is some self-serving pride-preserving bullshit but he won't argue, he's seen that there's no point in that already. "Then at least take a morning after pill," he says, reaching into his bag for a box of same.

"I'm not stupid," he says, standing up and taking a swig of the water bottle. "I have my own." Which he has to rummage through his clothes to find.

But also this "standing up" business 1. displays Inori in all his naked glory and 2. makes it clear just how much Tōkan came. There's cum dripping down Inori's legs, not that he seems to mind it, the dumbass. And Tōkan finds himself horny again, this time in an entirely mundane "staring at a hot boy with cum dripping down his legs" way. "And get a pregnancy test," he adds, looking away again. "The pill might not be enough."

"I'm not stupid," he repeats. He finds his pills and takes two with the water.

"—and I should give you my number. If, ah, if anything happens anyway—I'm very willing to take responsibility—"

"Shut up," Inori says without much heat. He walks over to the door and pulls on it a little, then frowns. "Was it only a padlock and chain keeping this shut the whole time?"

"...the fuck you mean, 'only'?"

"Could've said that sooner," he sighs and then he—

—pulls the door open hard enough to shatter the chain and padlock.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck oh god if this guy wants to kill him he is so fucking dead what the fuck NOT THE TIME TO GET TURNED ON what the fuuuuuuck.

Inori seems oblivious to Tōkan's plight and just starts putting his clothes back on. Then he grabs his pipe, puts his mask on, and says, "Later."

"What do you mean later!!!" says Tōkan, scrambling to his feet and putting his own clothes on as fast as he can. "At least let me walk you home—"

"Fuck you," he says, flipping Tōkan the bird again and walking off with his pipe resting on his shoulder.

    "Hey, did you guys hear?" asks Hōji the next day. "Looks like two guys fucked each other's brains out yesterday in the athletics storeroom. And it was guys, too, whole place reeked of cum, the soccer players said, and the door's lock was busted."

        "Damn, that's ballsy," says Karato.

Tōkan had been giving those two the cold shoulder lately but after yesterday... he hates that he feels a little bit of sympathy for them. Even though they're horrible. "Yeah, Kurokei told me earlier," he says, tapping away at his phone. He's not about to let people know he was one of the guys, obviously; bad enough that it happened at all, he doesn't need people knowing about it. Also he's got other stuff on his mind, like the fact that Inori stalked off without getting his number so what if something happens how will he okay who is Tōkan kidding if anything happens Inori will just show up at the gates again. "I get the appeal, though. Semi-public like that, anyone who walked by and saw the broken chain would be curious, always the risk of getting caught..."

    "Was it you?" Hōji asks.

"Obviously not," says Tōkan, rolling his eyes. "If it had been me I'd have been bragging to everyone."

    "...not false," she agrees. "Oh, hey, sorry, I saw your text yesterday but it was a lot later than you sent it, what'd you need?"

"Oh, nothing, I'd just forgotten some stuff at school and wondered if any of you guys would still be around to grab it for me. Just came back and did it myself though."

And it takes a week, but Inori does eventually show up at the gates again, after school, leaning on his pipe. "Hey."

Oh shit. "Did something happen? Did you take the test? And why are you coming here, last time eight guys tried to ambush you..." But this dude shattered a thick iron chain on the strength of one arm alone, Tōkan is starting to think that he was right and he could have taken all of them on and won. That's terrifying (and horribly attractive).

He ignores all of that. "Come with me." And turns around and starts walking with no explanation.

Aaaaah?

Okay?

    "So," says Harutsugu, with a smile that can cut through steel, "You're Tōkan? 🙂"

Inori, meanwhile, is just eating chips, seated at the Yamada dinner table, seemingly entirely unbothered.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck why is Inori introducing him to his parents did he tell them Tōkan raped him is he going to be arrested he should be arrested aaaaaahhhhh

"Yes, sir."

    "Kokonoe High?" he asks, but it's not really a question. "That's my alma mater. You're my underclassman. And your family name...? 🙂🙂🙂"

Behave perfectly. "The headmaster is my father," he agrees.

    "Ahh, I see 😌," and even though the smile hasn't changed at all it is now conveying something along the lines of "so you're a rich spoiled playboy, huh?". He nods to himself a couple of times then asks, "And are you serious about Inori?"

What the fuck?!

Did—did Inori say—what the fuck. And the asshole's just—just eating chips and completely ignoring the conversation. WHY.

    "You're serious about dating him?" he continues asking, in the same mild tone, completely oblivious to Tōkan's internal struggle. "You love him? 🙂🙂🙂" And there just really is something about a bespectacled alpha wearing a sweater vest looking at you like a panther eyeing its prey that is more terrifying than anything Tōkan has ever felt in his life.

"Right," he says, because what else is he going to do? He does his best to suppress the shiver that runs down his spine, though, and keeps his head up and his face serious. But thankfully Kuroji shows up behind Harutsugu, apron-clad, and saves Tōkan by smacking the back of Harutsugu's head. Looks like he didn't do it very lightly, either.

        "Cut it out, Harutsugu," he says as his husband clutches the back of his head and whines. "Quit trying to intimidate Tōkan."

Inori's little sister, Suzume, hops into the chair to the other side of Tōkan as Kuroji serves their dinner.

        "You look very handsome," she tells Tōkan earnestly.

"Thank you," he says, smiling genuinely at her. She has nothing to do with the fact that Inori's alpha dad is scarier than getting in a fistfight with a bear and Inori's omega dad is even scarier than that.

    "We didn't ask you to come here to scare you," says Kuroji (although the way Harutsugu is looking at him makes Tōkan think this is not a unanimous opinion in this house). "It's... just that recently, Inori, um... see... how do I put this..." And apparently he chooses to put this in a way that he does not want his daughter to hear because he walks behind her chair and covers her ears with both hands. "A week ago Inori came home looking..."

Oh, god, Inori just straight-up walked back home looking like that, didn't he. Messed up hair and hickeys and Tōkan's scent—

Oh fuck.

    "So Harutsugu started freaking out," ("Hey!"), "about how he was going to protect Inori and no one would ever hurt him again..." (And Inori himself offers his dad a cold glare in between bites of the dinner he's already scarfing down.) "But Inori said that he was not hurt," even though Tōkan knows for a fact the hickeys and bruises were completely unhidden, "and that it was mutual."

    ...Tōkan thinks Inori tried to communicate something that is not what his dads think he was trying to communicate and he has no idea how to navigate that.

"He hates suppressants," Kuroji continues after a moment. "No matter what you say. He got side effects the first time he took them, and after that he just refused to ever take any again."

—wait what. What. What?!?!?!?! That was the whole reason?????

He slowly turns to stare at Inori, who... is still eating. What is wrong with that boy.

    "We've told him to stay in his room during his heat, at least, but he's... the kind who will escape from the second story so it's not like we really can keep him here against his will even if we wanted to." Yeah, Tōkan can believe that. This boy's a demon. "...so we've always wondered," he continues, "and expected, really, that someday he'd... get into something he couldn't get out of... but we told him that if he ever had a partner we would love to meet them."

        "But minors should definitely not be having sex before marriage! 😌" Harutsugu immediately interrupts to say.

    "You're one to talk," Kuroji says in annoyance. Then he sighs and turns to look at Tōkan again. "...and maybe he's right and it might not be great parenting, but... we're really glad that someone actually likes our piece of work of a son. We hope that everything will work out for you two."

"You talk too much," Inori complains. "Stop saying that cheesy stuff."

"I think Inori needs seconds," Tōkan says mildly.

And Inori shoots him a suspicious look, but doesn't gainsay him.

    After dinner, Suzume walks up to Tōkan and grins up at him and says, "Tōkan, are you good with grammar? I'm not good at all and neither is Inori."

"Oh, yeah, Japanese is my best class, actually."

    "Oh! Can you help me with my homework? There are lots of rules I don't remember..."

"Sure."

    "Okay! I'll bring my practice book."

While she's gone, Tōkan looks over his shoulder at Inori's dads, doing the dishes together, then smiles to himself and looks back at Inori with a pensive expression.

"...what."

"Your dads are... they look like they work well together. Like they love each other. ...and you take after them."

"...and what's that supposed to mean?"

"Relax, Inori-kun. It's good. I'm kind of jealous."

"...why?"

He shakes his head. "My mum was an omega. She died when I was very little. And my father... never really got married to her, because to him alphas and omegas should be kept separate. Way he says it, being with her was a mistake, a lapse of judgment. And after she died he found an alpha lady and she didn't want kids of her own so my being there suited her just fine. Not that it mattered, neither of them are really very present in my life. I'm alone in my apartment ninety percent of the time—"

    "Tōkannnnn!" Suzume singsongs. "I got my homework here!"

He turns around to look at her and smiles again. "Show me?"

Tōkan is not quite sure why but the fact that by the end of the night it seems like all of the Yamadas like him makes him really happy. Like yes he likes being liked in general but on top of that.

Being liked by Inori also feels different. ...and strange, because he's been having to spend the whole evening keeping his face straight whenever he looked at Inori, as his mind always went back to that night and to how much he fucked uuuuuuuuuuuup.

But this was nice. Weird, but nice.

Also, Inori is walking alongside him for some reason. "Far be it from me to want to refuse your presence, but why are you following me?" he wonders.

"'M not following you. Just gonna go buy some ice cream."

Liar liar pants on fire.

"I see."

"...so you got your dads under the impression I'm your boyfriend. Was that on purpose?"

"Of course it was, dumbass. They would get all sad and shit if I didn't."

"...right." So Inori does know Tōkan fucked up big time that night and that regular sane people would agree.

Then what the fuck does Inori even want? Does he still have a crush on Tōkan? ...probably. But if that crush means he's fine with getting raped Tōkan kind of wants to run to the hills and never come back.

"...your parents," Inori says after a few seconds of silence. "You were talking about them."

"—so I was. But you got the gist of it. There's not much else. I barely know my stepmum and I know my dad is scum and that's it." He laughs humourlessly. "And I'm no better. He couldn't keep it in his pants when my mum was in heat around him and I couldn't do that with you.

"...your dads are really nice. I didn't really believe it was possible for a relationship between an alpha and an omega to be so... healthy. Like that. I swore to myself I'd never fuck an omega—"

"You did? Why?"

"You've seen why. Your dads are the exception, relationships between alphas and omegas can't really work. There's all the social pressure, and—you're an exception yourself, alphas just generally are stronger and faster. And all we do is take advantage of you, see a piece of ass having her first heat and..." He balls his hands into fists, digging his fingernails into his palms hard. "And suddenly it doesn't matter that she's a middle schooler. We don't care. We rape her and all we get is a slap on the wrist because most cops are also alphas. They understand. It happens. We can't control it, it's our nature, these things happen, and all that sanctimonious bullshit."

He relaxes his fists again. "And I'm no different. It was really cocky of me to pretend I could be above all that. I couldn't, I'm just as trash as every shitty alpha, and I raped you."

Inori stops and grabs Tōkan's shirt hard enough to actually lift him off his feet. "Like hell you did. What the fuck is wrong with you? Boohoo I'm a shitty alpha and I'm so sad, you should punch the living daylights out of me. Stop being so patronising, you dickhead. You'd have woken up with brain damage if I hadn't wanted it. I'd have just killed you. You didn't rape me, I let you fuck me."

Inori drops Tōkan back to his feet and starts stalking off again. "I decide what happens to me. You're not just an alpha, you're you. And I'm me, not just an omega." He stops walking again and turns around, lowering his mask and glaring at Tōkan. "And of all alphas I've met, you're... acceptable."

"...acceptable."

"And yeah I guess it sucks you had sex you didn't want to have, but shit's like that. I dunno what the big deal is though it's not like it means anything—"

And Tōkan finds himself kissing Inori.

Inori is not in heat. And Tōkan is not in rut. So why...?

What.

What??

What's happening, he's not in heat, he's sure of it.

And why is he kissing this shitty alpha back???

He pushes Tōkan away and takes a step back, staring at him. "What the hell! Why did you do that?"

"I—I—I—"

"Fuck off!"

And now he's running away again.

Oh he's in so much trouble.

    "So it was the two of you in the storeroom last week," confirms Subaru.

"Yep."

    "And he dragged you over to meet his parents."

"Mmhm."

    "So that whole thing about not fucking omegas..."

He looks away. "I don't have an excuse."

    Sigh. "You're not superhuman, Tōkan. He wasn't using suppressants and you were locked in a room with him. And he clearly wanted it."

"Doesn't this sound like bullshit to you? I couldn't help myself? He wanted it? Like I'm some base animal, like we didn't evolve a goddamn frontal lobe just for shit like this."

    "Very enlightened of you, and also in complete denial of reality."

"I hate it."

    "But you like him."

"What?"

    "Maybe it started with pheromones but it's not just that anymore, is it? So you fall right into his trap."

"Subaru."

    "I'm just saying, it's very convenient that this public school omega with pheromone levels off the charts can't take suppressants and then runs into the heir of the Kokonoe family—"

"We were the ones who came after him."

    "So he's opportunistic. He's got a kink, he's waiting for an alpha strong enough to take him and impregnate him—"

"Subaru!"

    "Just look out for yourself, okay? I don't want to see you hurt."

"...maybe I should take you to meet him."

    "What?"

"Look, you're making a bunch of assumptions. And don't pretend to me there isn't sexism right there, you think an omega wouldn't be good enough for me. Well, whatever, I'm not monogamous anyway. But you should meet him before projecting all those prejudices onto him."

    "...maybe."

"No maybe. I'm making you do it."

    "Now you're flirting."

"I'm always flirting."

Dumb, shitty alpha. Why is he going and doing dumb stuff like that? Why did he kiss Inori? He said he fucked Inori because he lost to pheromones but then here he is just doing that when Inori isn't even in heat.

...and why didn't Inori hate it? Why didn't he hate the sex either? He... meant it... when he said he'd have killed that dumbass alpha if he hadn't liked it. Which means he liked it. Is that just how it goes, you get so lost in heat that when an alpha dicks you down you love every second of it, even the pain?

That doesn't explain the kiss, though.

The kiss was... nice.

Shit! Why is he getting in heat again! Come on why does this keep happening he hates being an omega so fucking much—an image flashes in his mind and he was on his way to Kokonoe High anyway so maybe—he reaches down for the pipe he just dropped—

    "Thought I smelled something nice. There's an omega here," says an alpha with a smirk on his face.

        "You okay, luv?" asks his friend. "This your first heat?"

        "Oh, that's a sharp glare!" he adds when Inori looks up at him.

"I'm going to fucking k—"

But that image appears in his head again, of that night with Tōkan, when he was in heat and—and Tōkan said his name—

    "It's dangerous to carry stuff like this around," says the first one, kicking the pipe away.

"A-asshole!"

        "Can you stand?" asks the second one in mock concern, lifting Inori up by the arms and keeping him in a headlock.

I want an alpha. The thought comes unbidden and his whole body flushes with desire. I want one. ...but not these two.

    "My place is nearby. How about I take you home?"

But the next second Tōkan is punching that one hard enough to knock him off his feet.

"Thought I smelled you." He looks at the one still holding Inori up. "What have we here, then?"

        "Who the fuck are you! We'll kick your ass!"

Tōkan casually reaches down for the pipe and starts twirling it in his hand with some ease. "You wanna go?"

"Then let's fucking go."

...

That one. I want that one.

    "N-no, we just—"

        "He seemed sick and—"

But both of them decide at the same time that finishing their sentences is not the best idea and they take off faster than you can say "alpha".

Tōkan watches them run then relaxes for a moment and walks up to Inori. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you? Damn you Inori, I thought—what happened to your fighting spirit?"

...no.

He passes out, slumping right into Tōkan's arms.

"—wh—Inori? Are you okay? Inori?!"

Tōkan's place is closer than Inori's, and his father won't be home tonight anyway so whatever. He pulls Inori's mask down to make sure he's going to be breathing properly, then...

...well, first, he stabs himself with a tolerant as soon as he manages to gently place Inori on the couch, but then he goes to the kitchen to grab some water for him. "Why were you even in that park," Tōkan grumbles. "It's nowhere near your house or school..."

"...was headed to your school," he mumbles without opening his eyes.

"—you're awake. Here," and he offers Inori a glass of water, but it's just like offering a wall one for all the reaction it gets. "...why were you coming to Kokonoe High today?" He hadn't even been there, he and Subaru skipped class today and just fucked around most of the day.

"I don't... understand why... you kissed me..." He opens his eyes, notices the glass of water, then carefully takes it. "It was confusing and pissing me off. I wanted to hit you until you explained."

He shivers, then, and nearly drops the water, so he decides to drink the whole glass all at once and put it down before he does that.

"—hey, Inori. It's okay. They're gone. You're safe."

Inori pulls his feet onto the sofa and hugs his legs then shoots Tōkan a glare. "It's all your fault."

"...what?"

Also holy shit it was a great idea to open the windows and turn the ceiling fan on, even now the pheromones are already making him sweat. He is not sitting next to Inori, he'll lock himself in the bathroom if he needs to.

"It's your..." Shiver. "Fucking fault."

"...I'm sorry. I—you can stay here until your heat is over. I'll, you can use my bedroom, I'll just lock myself in the guest bedroom and not come out."

"—will you shut the fuck up?! That's not what I'm saying!"

"—sorry. What... are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I was doing fine and then your stupid face popped up in my head and I lost all my goddamn strength!" He's shrieking by now. "This doesn't happen! I've always been able to fight! But now you fucked me up like that! Because I liked it, you asshole! So I'm going to have to find a way to fix that. And since it's your goddamn fault then you are going to help."

"...you mean..."

"And, and why did you kiss me anyway, if you hated it, if you didn't want to fuck me and it was just, just hormones? That's what you said wasn't it! So now I can't get you out of my goddamn head and I'd be a horrible person to ask you to fuck me unconscious even though that's what I want, so you are going to help me figure this shit out. Dickhead."

...

Tōkan gets up from the kitchen stool and walks over to the sofa then sits next to Inori.

(Oh fuck he'd forgotten how nice those pheromones were, they're turning his brain into mush...)

"...what?"

"I have feelings for you. That's why I kissed you. Because I wanted to. Because I got a stupid crush and now whenever I see you I get butterflies in my stomach and I get all happy and mushy. Also horny."

...he looks away and the flush on his face is no longer solely because of the heat. "When I'm in heat I, there's this disgusting little voice in my head. Telling me how much I want an alpha's cock inside me, how much I want to be filled up. It's always been there. I hate it." Then he looks at Tōkan again. "And now it just says your name. Your stupid rich-boy name. You did this to me, so fix it. Just," and now his voice devolves into a pathetic whine, "just kiss me again."

Holy shit how can one person be this attractive, he's pushing so many of Tōkan's buttons right now, it's unreal.

"I... don't want to be the kind of person who loses control." He places a finger under Inori's chin to lift his face up so he can look Inori in the eyes. His beautiful, striking purple eyes. "But I want you. I want you so much. I wanted to fuck you a week ago, and I want to fuck you now, so if you want that too..."

He bares his teeth. "Did I fucking stutter?"

He did not, and that's why Tōkan is kissing him now.

It's kind of funny. When he's around just the pheromones he can feel the animal inside of him, the growling beast that just wants to take and take and take and keep taking. To have it all.

But when he's kissing Inori it all goes away. Yes he wants, he wants so much, but the beast understands it's won, so he can take his time savouring his prize. Slowly, this time, he's not too far gone now. They're still going to take hours, of course, but he won't be spending all of those locked inside Inori, he'll be able to have some variety.

Inori is not planning on being a shy passive maiden this time either. He wants alpha cock in him, fine, but he has another place that also counts as "in" and he can play that game, too.

After an eternity of having their tongues down each other's throats Inori reaches down between them and starts undoing Tōkan's pants, to the latter's surprise and delight. He manoeuvers Tōkan around so his back is on the sofa then pulls Tōkan's shirt off so he can lick his way down to Tōkan's cock.

(What's that body, Inori thinks this must be the heat speaking but he wants to set all of Tōkan's clothes on fire so he never wears anything again.)

Tōkan makes deep, rumbling noises while Inori gets lower and lower and it's making him leak slick and precum in insane quantities. Chill, boy, you're getting your candy bar in a bit. Just enjoy yourself.

When he finally frees Tōkan's insanely huge dick from his underwear (how did that fit inside him???? what the fuck) he frowns at it then looks up at Tōkan, who has his eyes covered by the crook of one elbow while his other hand has been pulling Inori's hair.

Inori stopping makes Tōkan uncover and open his eyes to look at him. "S-something wrong, Inori-kun?"

"Your dick. Where's the knot? Isn't it supposed to be here?"

Tōkan laughs, which terribly aggravates Inori, but the scritches to Inori's scalp mollify him. "Last time was... unusual. The normal way this goes is that we only knot when we're inside someone. Sometimes when someone is inside us."

"...so the knot will show up when I'm blowing you??? That's terrible design!"

Oh god Tōkan might actually be in love with this guy.

"I can hold it down to a point. If it starts happening anyway I'll let you know." Grin. "Although it was a lot of fun getting it in you, knot and all, last week."

Inori gives him the finger then gets to work on figuring out how to suck cock.

And honestly his worries were unjustified, he's going to need much much much more practice at this to ever be able to get close enough to the base of Tōkan's shaft. Maybe he should take up sword swallowing to get good at it.

(Why is he making plans about future times Tōkan will fuck him? This is meant to be a temporary fix!

"I have feelings for you."

Why did he have to go and say that? He's made everything confusing and terrible.

At least his precum tastes nice.

God Inori is becoming such a slut.)

Tōkan is happy to give Inori instructions on how to suck dick, with perspective from both ends of the deal (including a number of times he was in fact both ends at the same time; you can't give a hexsexual hoe like him a cock that big and expect he's not going to find ways to suck and fuck himself).

Inori's been thinking about what Tōkan said about entering or being entered... which gives him an idea. He reaches down between his legs with the hand he's not using to hold Tōkan's dick and covers his fingers with his vagina's lubrication.

Also he's apparently incredibly sensitive right now because as soon as he gets his fingers inside himself he comes. He doesn't stop blowing Tōkan though because a large part of what he's coming about is how absolutely full of cock his mouth is.

Tōkan looks down at Inori in surprise. "Did you just come?"

Well Inori has to stop sucking to respond, and a little involuntary whimper escapes his traitorous throat when he no longer has a shaft in his mouth. "Yes but stay there," and then he blushes because what right does an omega have to order an alpha around? And on the other hand that's bullshit, he's not just an omega and Tōkan is not just an alpha and he has no reason to limit himself to those stereotypes.

But inverting them is really hot.

With the fingers covered in lubricant he finds his way to Tōkan's asshole and starts playing with that too.