"...I'm not a prince."
As the filthy rich heir of the filthy rich Kokonoe family Tōkan doesn't even register having to pay for this stuff and is happy to treat Inori to whatever he wants. Boy burns through calories like crazy anyway, it's like he has a black hole for a stomach.
(Not that Tōkan has much of a leg to stand on there, between sports and weightlifting and getting into fights he's also a calorie black hole and doesn't get fat either.)
Still, Inori is something else. After they're done with lunch he wants to go somewhere to get ice cream, even though Tōkan feels like there is no way physics could allow him to stuff more food into himself, but sure, it's a cute date activity anyway.
Inori is tapping away at some mindless game on his phone with one hand while using the other to hold Tōkan's hand on the way to the ice cream parlour when he suddenly freezes and doubles over, dropping his phone.
"- Inori? Inori-kun, what's- oh." What a fucking time for the heat to hit him, shit. "Come on, I'll take you home, here..." He crouches down to grab Inori's phone but when he's back up he sees... a familiar face.
He looks around.
That's eight familiar faces now.
"Yamada! Long time no see! With your boyfriend again? Don't think you're running this time."
Inori looks up at the person who said that and grabs his lead pipe from the ground, as he'd also dropped it when the heat hit him.
"You're all pathetic and I am going to fucking kill you."
"Still not confident you can take us in a fair fight, huh?" Tōkan straightens up. "Fine, then. You wanna dance? Let's dance."
Inori straightens up, too, and his grip tightens on the pipe -
- I want an alpha I want an alpha I want an alpha -
- fuck off why is it always like this -
- I want Tōkan -
- oh. He does. He does want Tōkan.
This moment of distraction is enough for one beta to kick him in the stomach hard enough that he drops his pipe again and an for alpha to hold him still.
"You're gonna be my punchbag today," says the beta.
"Inori!" Tōkan dodges two blows and rolls out of the way of a high kick then dashes towards Inori.
I want him I want him I want him -
His strength is all gone, his fighting spirit is all gone, all his heat-addled brain wants right now is his boyfriend, his alpha, his Tōkan...
Tōkan rolls out of the way of two other people and kicks that one beta in the solar plexus hard enough that he drops Inori's pipe (which he'd grabbed after the alpha started holding Inori) and Tōkan can grab it himself.
His stance smoothly shifts to one of armed combat and the other six (minus the beta, still doubled over in pain, and the alpha holding Inori) surround him. "Six versus one! Come on! Come at me!"
Tōkan is good. Tōkan is very good. And the pipe helps. But Tōkan is not good enough to fend six people off on his own.
Inori is. Should be. But now he's immobilised by some shitty alpha and she keeps whispering bullshit into his ear, about how nice he smells, how much she wants to fuck him, tie his pretty arms up and put her dick up his pussy all the way to the hilt. "You're gonna beg, little brat, you're gonna beg for my cock," she purrs. "But I won't be the only one. We'll take turns. It'll be delicious."
Disgusting disgusting disgusting - Tōkan is getting beat up, dishing it out but still getting beat up, and here he is, fragile, weak, defenceless, feeling a stupid alpha's dick pressed against him while she keeps being an absolute garbage human as she watches all of her "friends" trash his boyfriend.
He headbutts her with the back of his skull then shoves one foot between her legs to knock her off-balance and twist so that he falls right onto her and knocks the wind out of her in the process. He jumps to his feet, gives her a kick for good measure, and then gives that one beta another kick so he'll stay down.
"HEY ASSHOLES! YOU'RE FIGHTING TWO PEOPLE!"
Tōkan was having trouble keeping track of all that was going on, focusing too much on making sure nothing vital gets damaged. He dropped the lead pipe at some point but rather than pick it up and use it against him the six kicked it away from his reach.
Too bad for them.
This defenceless omega knows how to use it much better than they would. Two of them are down before the group even realises what's happening, and with the crook of his pipe he pulls someone's knee out from under them then twists the pipe around to swing it full force on their arm while they're falling.
There's a loud crack, and they scream.
Tōkan is quick enough to break free and join his boyfriend. Back to back. "This is kinda hot," he tells Inori.
"Stop distracting me, dickhead."
But he's not so distracted as to lose the fight. They coordinate surprisingly well for people who have never done this together before, and every time Inori catches sight of Tōkan he sees the quickly-purpling bruises and the cuts and blood and this fires him up even hotter.
The group never stood a chance, really.
It doesn't take even half a minute for the two of them to be standing in the middle of a ring of moaning, battered people, panting hard and soaked through with sweat. Both of them are hurt, and Tōkan thinks he might have sprained one of his hands, but he's still too full of adrenaline to feel it.
Inori nods wordlessly and they quickly find their way to an alleyway somewhere.
At which point he lowers his mask and turns to look at Tōkan. "Fuck me. Please. Please I need to get - that disgusting - I need her voice out of my head, I need yours -"
Tōkan suspected Inori was going to ask something like that. And besides, getting into an 8v2 fight and winning it while his boyfriend is right there glowing like a light with heat has got his rockers going at full power.
He grabs Inori by the shoulders and pushes him towards the nearest wall, then kisses him while he's doing his best to get rid of Inori's shorts with only one hand, the other is too busy pulling Inori's hair.
He's kind of offline right now, really, all his ability to can went into saving his boyfriend and kicking those guys' asses. He's sure Tōkan can figure stuff out, so all he needs to do right now is moan pitifully and grind against Tōkan, which of course makes Tōkan's job of getting rid of his clothes all the harder but Inori does not care.
Shorts are, thankfully, easy, and Tōkan himself has his trousers down in two seconds - after he grabs the pack of condoms and tears one open. He's already full mast but not knotting yet, so it's not that hard to put the condom on.
Inori whines pitifully when Tōkan pulls away to deal with the condom, and the little disgusting voice inside him is saying no, no, don't put that on, fill me up, I want to have your cum in me...
...they're boyfriends. Maybe he can just... say that?
"Tōkan-kun, d-don't. I - I want - I want you to come in me, I want to get filled up again like, like our first time, I wanna feel all of you here -"
"- but you could get -"
"I don't care I'll take a pill later I'll take ten pills please -"