O-Oh, okay, um-- [Natsume rises obediently, hand still curled tightly with Kaito's, somewhere between bewildered and relieved to be getting away from all the prying eyes. He doesn't even think about the connotations of the "back room", just lets himself be led along.
Unfortunately, that's right when the three other alphas he'd came with -- all huge, burly, broad, reeking of horny pheromones, the textbook definition of young alpha -- come back. They're all holding drinks, definitely bought with fake IDs, but the biggest of them shoves his into the hands of one of the others, letting out a rough laugh.
"Leaving so soon, Natsume? Damn, I knew you were a virgin, but I didn't think you were THAT horny." The alpha sidles up to Kaito, sets a hand boldly on the omega's lower back, grin turning leering, suggestive. "Then again, you didn't see this guy's menu -- he'll do ANYTHING for the right price. Hell, when you're done, we might even want a turn." The hand slides lower, groping, then smacking at the omega's ass. "What d'you think, baby, think you can take all four of us at once?"
Later, Natsume won't have the foggiest idea what came over him. He's not an aggressive person. He doesn't lash out, not verbally and certainly not physically. He never has. But one second he's standing there, watching his classmate say horrible, degrading, filthy things --
-- and the next second he's standing above the other alpha, knuckles bruised, looking down at the other teenager, who's groaning and clutching a bleeding nose. There's rage like Natsume has never felt before, tight and choking and ferocious, and it makes his voice into a snarl when he speaks:] Don't touch him.
[Then he turns, striding away purposefully, tugging Kaito along by the hand, ignoring the stunned stares. He makes it around a corner before he fully comes back to himself, turning and blinking a couple times like he's coming out of a daze.]
I'm. I. [A moment more of blinking, then Natsume steps closer, brow furrowed in that same gentle concern, like he hadn't just broken a guy's nose ten seconds ago.] Are you okay?
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Unfortunately, that's right when the three other alphas he'd came with -- all huge, burly, broad, reeking of horny pheromones, the textbook definition of young alpha -- come back. They're all holding drinks, definitely bought with fake IDs, but the biggest of them shoves his into the hands of one of the others, letting out a rough laugh.
"Leaving so soon, Natsume? Damn, I knew you were a virgin, but I didn't think you were THAT horny." The alpha sidles up to Kaito, sets a hand boldly on the omega's lower back, grin turning leering, suggestive. "Then again, you didn't see this guy's menu -- he'll do ANYTHING for the right price. Hell, when you're done, we might even want a turn." The hand slides lower, groping, then smacking at the omega's ass. "What d'you think, baby, think you can take all four of us at once?"
Later, Natsume won't have the foggiest idea what came over him. He's not an aggressive person. He doesn't lash out, not verbally and certainly not physically. He never has. But one second he's standing there, watching his classmate say horrible, degrading, filthy things --
-- and the next second he's standing above the other alpha, knuckles bruised, looking down at the other teenager, who's groaning and clutching a bleeding nose. There's rage like Natsume has never felt before, tight and choking and ferocious, and it makes his voice into a snarl when he speaks:] Don't touch him.
[Then he turns, striding away purposefully, tugging Kaito along by the hand, ignoring the stunned stares. He makes it around a corner before he fully comes back to himself, turning and blinking a couple times like he's coming out of a daze.]
I'm. I. [A moment more of blinking, then Natsume steps closer, brow furrowed in that same gentle concern, like he hadn't just broken a guy's nose ten seconds ago.] Are you okay?