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“Good morning Mr. Ackerman!” Eren cheerfully called as he bounced down the stairs. He was heading out to work on the lovely spring morning looking all wide-eyed and bushy tailed. The damn brat was far too chipper for his own good, always friendly and greeting his neighbors. There weren’t many people up yet; Eren must have the morning shift at his job.

Levi’s expression didn’t change, always set in his unimpressed, flat look. He grunted in response to the omega’s cheery greeting as he swept his doorstep. Eren was sweet, but Levi was a work-stressed, grumpy alpha. He didn’t “do” social interacting - not his style. So, he barely put forth effort when engaged. Eren was different though. Levi would manage half-hearted noises in response. Only for him. He did however eye Eren’s backside appreciatively as the young man strode past his door. Levi owned the complex that Eren rented from. Being the landlord, he had the bottom front room in case anyone needed him at any time. That also meant Eren passed his door when coming and going. Levi might post up at his window to watch the pretty omega as he walked past.

Just… looking. Appreciating.

That was all.

Eren was truly beautiful. All long tan limbs, mesmerizing emerald eyes, blinding white teeth, and long brown hair that he usually tied up so sweetly. A true beauty. Good personality. Nice ass. And unmated too…

Not that Levi was thinking about that. He wasn’t that old, but he was definitely old enough to be out of Eren’s league. Not to mention Levi was sour and rude at best – the complete opposite of everything Eren was. The omega barely looked twice at him. Hell, he barely looked twice at anyone that way. Never in the 5 months that Eren had been living here had Levi seen him bring home that sort of company. Which was strange, with how attractive the omega was, Levi was almost certain he’d have an endless parade of alphas to entertain him. Not to mention when his heats rolled around.

Levi shivered at the thought of Eren in heat.

Of course, Levi had been shocked when Eren had laughed good-naturedly at Levi’s grumbling to not have too many overnight guests. The young omega had covered his mouth to hide his laughter and assured his landlord that he had nothing to worry about – Eren was much more focused on his work and studies right now. Those eyes had glittered at him with a humor and kindness that softened a portion of the alpha’s disinterested, cold heart.

Levi longed for a piece of that sunshine within Eren. As an unmated alpha, he felt incredibly protective over all the omegas in his complex, but Eren took the cake. Levi wanted to be the only one to hear Eren’s tinkling laughter. Be the only one that sweet softness in his gaze was directed at.

Fuck. He wanted Eren so bad.

Internally, he grimaced at that thought, watching Eren’s ass disappear around the corner of the building. So much for just looking. The alpha sighed and rubbed his face, resuming his sweeping. It was a lost cause anyway.

“Fuck – fuck, uh… oh Eren… ah, so good. Fuck!” He threw his head back, shaking and moaning as he furiously fucked up into the toy in his hand. His black hair was damp on the edges, skin flushed, and mouth panting out moans and profanities.

Levi hadn’t lasted long after Eren had come back home from work. Watching from the peephole on his door, he’d watched as Eren tiredly climbed the steps to his apartment, obviously exhausted from a long day. Even then, he’d been breathtaking. The omega’s hair had been pulled into a quick bun, strands escaping to frame his face and that unmarred nape. Levi squeezed his eyes shut as he imagined Eren straddling him, that hair messy and his body tired because he had made it so. Fucked the omega so well that his hair was falling from its tie and his energy sapped from how good his alpha had knotted and stroked him.

The alpha shivered, speeding up his hand as he worked the knotting toy over his stiff cock, the lewd squelch of lube sounding through his bedroom as he slammed into the fake silicone lips. He’d immediately gone hard and aching when Eren had dropped his keys and bent over to pick them up – Levi had switched to his front window to catch more glimpses of the omega on the second floor. And oh, those images were fueling him now.

“Yeah, that’s right.” He panted. “Taking it so well – uh! Good omega, you want it? Want my knot, baby?”

In his head, Eren would be open mouthed, eyes shut tight as he sank onto Levi’s fat cock. His omega would spill the most angelic sounds as Levi fucked him, both shivering from their shared pleasure. When Levi would snake his hands to the omega’s hips, he’d grip him tight – tight enough that everyone would be able to see the bruises he’d leave behind – and slam the brunette back down to meet his bucking hips.

Using both hands, Levi mimicked it, slamming the toy down to his base, knot slipping in to jerk at the false lips. He moaned loudly. Dream Eren moaned with him, crying for Levi to fuck him harder. Faster. Knot him, please!

“It’s coming, baby. It’s coming,” He whispered, promising his little minx all he could want and more. “Gonna fill you up so good - hah! - so good, sweet thing.” His hips stuttered, knot catching more prominently in the toy. He was close.

Sure, this cheap, fake pussy was never going to match up to the pure heavenly bliss being buried in Eren would bring, but Levi could dream. And dream he did, moaning and pumping into the well-lubed toy. Imagined it was Eren’s warm slick trickling down his balls instead of luke-warm lubricant from the sex shop down the street. Eren’s hot, velvety walls instead of this taunt, unforgiving silicone. A full body over top of him, bouncing enthusiastically on his dick instead of this small toy he thrust his dick into.

Slamming his heels into the mattress, Levi reared up his hips, forcing the toy as far down as it could go and activating the lock mechanism. His orgasm tore through him making him shout, stars flashing behind his eyes and ears ringing. The fake pussy clamped snugly around his knot, locking him into the toy and robotically massaging his knot for all of his come.

Breathing heavily, he whimpered as the toy worked him to near oversensitivity. “Oh fuck,” his voice trembled. Knotting toys were great, but they never quite simulated a real omega seated on you, milking a knot with those soft, hot walls. The toys were mere machines – missing that gentle touch and innate knowing of when it was too much or too hard. Right now, Levi was too worked up to care about realism. Another jet of cum spurted from the tip of his cock, further filling his toy.

For the millionth time this session, he wished it was Eren instead. His cum was going to waste in this fake pussy. He could be so good to Eren, keeping him filled with rich, thick cum whenever he needed. Levi could be such a good alpha to him. Oh, Eren and him would make the most beautiful pups.

“Yes, I’ll make you a dam, just like you want to be.” Levi whispered, eyes still closed. Dream Eren’s fucked out eyes were on his, prominent bulge in his lower abdomen – a mixture of his load and imprint of his dick inside. The omega’s hand came to lovingly hold against it, joy sparking in his eyes as Dream Levi reached out to place his hand overtop of Eren’s. “So pretty…” Eren would look fantastic, all swollen with his pups. Levi would hold him down and mount him any time of the day. He’d lay his seed in his omega and watch the life swell in his womb.

The dirty thoughts made his knot stay inflated longer than he anticipated, but Levi wasn’t complaining. Fantasizing about knocking Eren up was a much more pleasant pastime than any other activity Levi could be doing in his lonely apartment right now. Short of actually knocking Eren up, but that went without saying. Eventually, Levi released the lock and let his soft cock slip from the toy. A warm string of cum connected from the tip to the fake lips, breaking and dripping across his pale thigh. Wrinkling his nose, Levi got up and hopped in the shower, rinsing out the toy as he did so. He didn’t even bother with putting it away in its box; he suspected he’d be using it again in the morning after a certain someone left for work. Propping the toy on the nightstand, Levi clicked off the lamp and snuggled into bed.

It was a bit colder under the covers than he’d like it to be.

Levi woke up late.

“Shit.” He mumbled sleepily as he grabbed his phone off his nightstand and blinked at the numbers. Last night he’d forgotten to set an alarm and he had inspections to do. It wasn’t too late in the day, but he should have gotten started almost an hour ago. Grunting as he got up, he decided to forgo breakfast and simply got dressed. As he neared the door, he realized with a pang that he’d missed Eren going to work that morning. His mood quickly soured at the disappointment. The one thing in his life that brought him joy and he’d been denied.

Scoffing to himself as he walked outside and locked his door, he began to unenthusiastically make his rounds. The bottom floor was quick enough. Only two other rooms were on the first floor besides his. Both tenants were gone for the day and his inspections were quick and eventless. Climbing up to the second floor, Levi issued a few citations for the normal things like the obvious signs of weed and overly dirty apartments (people should hide their shit better, then Levi wouldn’t have to waste his time writing out reports. If he didn’t see it, it didn’t exist – and take out the fucking trash every once and a while!)

His next stop was the third floor - Eren’s floor. That did lift his spirits some. He’d never really gotten the chance to see inside Eren’s apartment after the omega had moved in. He’d had someone else come over and do inspections the other times since he’d been busy with other things. This was his first time he’d get to lay eyes on how that beautiful omega lived. Stepping into his living space seemed like a huge step. How would his apartment smell? Would it smell like Eren - oranges and browning sugar? Surely his smell would have seeped into the carpet and the walls, signaling to all who entered that a sweet little omega had made his nest there.

Levi’s cock twitched at the thought.

The third floor inspections went by in a blur, he was so excited. Saving Eren’s apartment for last. Levi wanted to take his time in there. This almost made up for missing his jacking-off session this morning.

Knocking on the door out of protocol, Levi slipped his master key into the lock and let himself in. Eren always worked mornings and took a few night classes during the weekdays. Levi had his schedule down pat. He’d have Eren’s place all to himself.

At the threshold, Levi took a deep breath in. Pleasant tingles went down his spine. Eren’s apartment radiated his scent and it was delectable. Shutting the door behind him, Levi took a little tour of the omega’s apartment, absentmindedly doing his checkup on the place. Usually, Levi would just poke his head in an apartment and note that no bombs had gone off and called it a day, but he actually went through the checklist as he went through Eren’s space. Just for an excuse to linger a little longer. So far, the brat was exceeding all of Levi’s expectations. The omega had by far the neatest and cleanest home of all his tenants.

That made him so appealing to Levi: an omega that suited his needs. Respected his demands for cleanliness. Oh, Eren was such a good omega, obeying Levi like this. Smirking, Levi imagined Eren all doe-eyed like he’d been when he’d first met him, nodding vigorously when the alpha had demanded the apartment be kept at a reasonable level of cleanliness. By the perfect state of his quaint little kitchen and well-loved sofa, Eren had taken his words to heart. Levi hoped Eren thought of him every time he cleaned this apartment spotless, because it was obviously a lot.

Kneeling by the couch, Levi sniffed at the fabric. Fuck, he could smell which spot was Eren’s. Imagining him curling up on this specific side of the couch after a long day, looking as fuckable as ever and maybe dressed in a single, long T-shirt. Nothing underneath but some fresh panties. Or maybe truly nothing at all? Eren’s scent was quite strong here as Levi pressed his face to the cushions. He imagined Eren’s bare legs and bottom rubbing on the couch as the omega sat and read or watched a show. His scent free to leak onto the piece of furniture.

Groaning softly, Levi pressed his cheek to the cushion, trying to inhale as much of Eren’s scent as he could, burning it into his memory because, fuck, he was so going to jack off to this the moment he was back downstairs.

Realizing that he could do much better than a memory, Levi begrudgingly dragged his face away from the cushions. His cock was straining against his pants, aching to be taken out and rubbed against that fragrant sofa. But, Levi had something else in mind. Turning to eye Eren’s bedroom door, Levi smirked to himself. Eren wouldn’t notice one little pair of panties missing, would he?

Stalking to the closed door, Levi slipped the handle into his grasp and swung the door open, gleefully imagining all the things he could do with a pair of Eren’s underwear, how potent his scent would be on the bed, how he could practically taste the omega in the air already –

The alpha froze solid when the door opened.

There on the bed, a lump of somebody was snuggled under the covers. Icy fear flooded Levi’s veins. Eren’s sweet orange scent flooded his nose, telling him who it was in the bed. Fuck. FUCK.

How much had Eren heard? Oh god, what if Eren moved out now because he thought Levi was a creep? Should he just start apologizing? Had Eren seen his erection –

A deep, soft breath reached his ears. Followed by another.

Eren was asleep.

Levi released a shaky breath. Fuck, that was too close. He’d gotten lucky this time. Almost backing out and closing the door, Levi caught sight of the omega’s bedside table. A large bottle of NyQuil sat there, next to a few different pill bottles and a bunch of tissues.

It all clicked into place. Levi’s brow furrowed. Oh, his poor little omega. Out sick with some cold. That would explain why he was still here in the middle of the day. Levi knew he should leave. It was against protocol to be in the room with a tenant while doing inspections. Besides, Eren was asleep, this would be awkward to explain when he woke up.

But… watching that sweet little omega sleeping so peacefully was better than any sort of TV Levi could watch. It was just like the window thing. Just looking. Appreciating.

Levi padded quietly forward, fully entering the omega’s room. It was cozy in there, curtains pulled tightly shut to shroud the room in shadows with only faint light to see by. The bed was a mountain of blankets and pillows, a proper nest. The grumpy alpha couldn’t help the tug at his heart, corners of his lips pulling up as he watched Eren’s chest rise and fall from where he was curled up around a pillow. Such a sweet thing, nestled in and sleeping so soundly.

Some strands of hair were laying across his pretty face, lips parted to let little snores out. The sound tugged at Levi’s heart strings. Eren really was congested; the ends of his breaths caught sharply and it was obvious he wasn’t breathing through his nose. Levi bit his lip at the last part and shuffled silently to the side of Eren’s bed, towering over the slumbering form. He would be safe to watch, for now. Eren wouldn’t scent an unfamiliar alpha and wake up from his sleep. Actually… Levi dared to look away from the sleeping beauty in front of him to pick up the bottle on the stand. Judging by the seal left on the stand, this was a new bottle. Levi hefted it in his hands. Eren had taken quite a bit…

Looking sideways, Levi weighed his options. Eren’s soft breathing carried through the room. So sweet. So open. Fuck. Levi wasn’t going to get many chances like this. He palmed his bulge, thinking, he had missed his morning masturbation session…

 His erection had flagged some after his initial scare, but it was rising back to interest now at the sight of the pretty little omega splayed out beneath him.

Making up his mind, Levi grabbed a new tissue from the box on Eren’s nightstand. Slowly, he pulled down his zipper and popped the button on his jeans. God, the blood was pounding through his veins as he did so. His cock was engorged with blood and heavy in his pants. The threat of being caught was making this so much hotter.

Shoving down the waistband of his boxers, Levi pulled out his hard, leaking dick. Swallowing a moan at finally having a proper image of Eren below him, his cock hovering over that sweet face made his dick twitch. He gave himself a few dry strokes, focusing on pumping some precum to the tip to moisten the slide. Gripping himself firmly, Levi made a tight ring with his fingers, breathing steadily. He jerked his hips, thrusting experimentally into his fist.

Excitement and pleasure shot up his spine. This was so much better than any other time he’d jacked off before. He had Eren right below him, hard dick aching as he fucked into his hand. Stroking himself as he thrust, Levi was able to take in every minute detail of Eren’s face. From his dark eyelashes splayed innocently against his cheekbones to the plumpness of his pink lips, Levi got to devour his image as he pleasured himself.

His only drawback was he had to be quiet. He didn’t think Eren would be waking up anytime soon, but being loud was only testing luck he wasn’t sure he had left. The universe had already gifted him so much already. Why waste it on being greedy?

So he stifled his moans with one fist as he pounded into his other. The only sound in the room was the gentle scrape of Levi’s cock through his hand and Eren’s even breaths. It was so hot. Eren was none the wiser as Levi looked at him with such perversion and lust. God, Levi was so going to hell for this, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. He’d wanted this for months. He wasn’t going to leave such a gift unenjoyed. Fisting himself faster, Levi felt that familiar feeling pooling in his gut.

There were so many things he wanted to do. Should he come on Eren’s face? Let him wake up to a stranger’s seed painting his gorgeous features? No, that was too obvious. Eren would freak out and leave for sure. He wanted to put his cock down that luscious throat and pump all his seed into the omega’s gut, but he didn’t want to choke his doll. That wouldn’t work. Levi loathed to waste another load when he was so close to the omega of his dreams. His seed should be for Eren and Eren only. Inside the omega where it belonged. It would be so easy to rip off the blanket and bury himself where he was destined to be, but that would be too fast. He wanted to savor this, build up to it.

Maybe he’d start out by talking to Eren? Normally? Mate him eventually after he’d taken him out on a few dates?

Levi almost laughed at that, jerking himself even faster. There was no way Levi could ever look Eren in the eye after this and talk to him like a normal person. Levi didn’t even like interacting with people.

Looked like the tissue it was.

As he began to feel precum beading his slit, Levi’s gaze flew to Eren’s soft pink lips. Without thinking, Levi suddenly nudged his hips forward, faintly bumping the head of his cock against the omega’s petal-soft lips, hot breath ghosting down his cock. A small smear of cum was left behind on Eren’s bottom lip.

That was the sight that shoved Levi over the edge. He barely had enough time to rip himself back from the omega to cover himself with the tissue before he exploded all over Eren’s lovely face. Back pressed up against the wall and one hand covering his mouth, Levi worked himself through his best orgasm to date, eyes never leaving Eren’s lips.

The omega hadn’t even stirred, completely out of it. Levi’s orgasm thrummed through his veins, flooding the apartment with sated, sexed out alpha. Once he finished, he tucked himself back in his pants and pocketed the slimy tissue, no matter how gross it was. He couldn’t let Eren find it in his trash. Besides, he’d already left plenty behind on Eren’s lips. The preening alpha inside of him refused to let Levi wipe it off. It was best not to touch the omega again in case he did wake up. Hopefully the cum would dry by the time Eren woke up and it would be brushed off as drool. Salty drool.

Lingering for just a few moments, Levi soaked up the last few images of his sleeping omega. On his way out the bedroom door, he hesitated and drew back into the room. He still wanted something.

Carefully tiptoeing to the laundry basket by the connected bathroom door, Levi cracked open the lid and peeked inside. A pair of blue panties sat on top of the pile. Not knowing how much time he had left to spare, Levi snatched them into a fist and fled the room with one last look back. Eren’s curled up form burned into his retinas. The stolen panties he stuffed in his other pocket burned against his thigh.

Softly shutting the bedroom door again, Levi made one last change before he left. Swapping the thermostat to cycle the apartment’s air, he ensured his scent would be filtered out of the bedroom soon. With that, Levi escaped through Eren’s front door, giddy with excitement and a deep sated feeling in his bones.

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That moment in Eren’s apartment was the center of Levi’s fantasies for nearly two weeks straight. Each time, he envisioned that he’d been brave enough to go farther. Seeing Eren so helpless and pliant like that opened up so many different scenarios where Levi climbed on top of him and simply ravaged him. They usually concluded with Eren waking up and pleading with Levi to mate him, desiring that strong alpha settled over top of him. At the end of every hot masturbation session, Levi would come back to reality, panting and sweating, firmly knotted in either his toy or his hand, ears faintly ringing and arm muscles slightly sore.

He'd make sure Eren couldn’t walk straight when he was through with him.

Eren’s blue panties were his new most prized possession. Once he’d made it safely back in his apartment, he’d stuffed the underwear straight to his nose, gulping down whole lungfuls of the omega’s most potent scents, shivering in delight. So far, the light scent of oranges and sugar held fast to the skimpy fabric, but Levi feared the day it would fade. Even when it did, he wasn’t sure he’d return them. They meant far too much to him.

It was so easy to trick his mind into thinking those panties were lying on his bed because Eren simply forgot them there.

Yes, the omega had slipped out of his bed one morning only to leave behind a prize, reminding Levi to come chase him again. His little minx. So sweet and tempting for his alpha.

It was nearing the time Eren would be leaving for work. Levi had started setting a special alarm for earlier so he’d be certain to watch Eren every day. Picking up the panties, Levi padded to his front door. Rarely would he go outside and do odd tasks anymore. It was a harsh drawback. He missed the passing scent of Eren’s skin and the omega’s cheerful greetings in the morning, but if he was going to properly touch himself, he had to settle for just the sight of Eren alone. It helped to have his knotting toy in one hand and Eren’s soft panties in the other. It was almost like the real thing…

He was shaken from his thoughts when the omega began trotting down the steps. Levi pressed himself up against the door, burying his nose in the crotch of the fabric, right where the scent was strongest. Eagerly, he soaked in the way Eren’s legs gracefully descended the stairs. Those long legs would be beautiful wrapped around Levi’s waist, or over his shoulders, or folded up to present Eren’s ass. Now that it was warming up, the omega wore more suitable clothes for the weather, showing a bit more skin. Levi’s own personal peep show.

Dropping his boxers, Levi guided his hard cock past the lips of the knotting toy, sinking into it with one smooth push. The flushed head was treated to the cool slide of the lubricant Levi had poured in just minutes earlier. It was good, but it would never be Eren.

The omega got to the bottom of the steps, walking past Levi’s door in full view. The alpha stroked his cock in time with Eren’s steps, eyelids fluttering in pleasure.

“Good morning sweet thing.” He muttered to himself, working the toy faster as Eren disappeared out of sight of his door. It wasn’t going to be over that easy. Hand still stroking the toy, Levi ducked to the front window of his apartment, peeking out from the side of his blinds. From here, he could watch Eren all the way to his car. Better yet, he had a perfect view of Eren hiking up his leg from behind as he prepared to hop into his seat. Levi could imagine that leg hiking up to straddle over top of him, Eren’s smirk playfully on his lips as Levi rubbed his hot, leaking cock between those firm cheeks.

“Mmh, look at you… don’t even know what you do to me.” Eren’s daily show ended and his car left the lot, but Levi was far from finished. The next step of the alpha’s semi-new routine consisted of him bending over the edge of his couch, pinning the toy in place and slamming into it like his life depended on it. If this were Eren, Levi would drape himself over the shuddering form of his omega, working himself into his pretty mate and fucking him with his whole body. Moaning freely, Levi bent over the armrest, putting his full weight into the poor toy. God, he’d fuck Eren so hard. Fuck him how he deserved.

“Like that? Huh? Feel how deep I am baby?”

The toy in Levi’s hands jerked helplessly from the force of his thrusts, his pelvis slapping against those fake lips with every thrust. Dream Eren was crying out again, twitching as Levi hit all those good spots within him, filling him better than he could possibly ever dream. A snarl was building in Levi’s throat. He was going to pup Eren so well.

“Yeah, that’s right. Take my knot, pretty thing - unh! – fuck you so full of pups.”

It didn’t take long to shoot his load into the little toy, knotting it so forcefully Levi’s legs shook. He rarely lasted long anymore, not with Eren’s panties pressed to his face. He rode out his orgasm, blissfully twitching and jerking until he had nothing left to give. He’d always have more to give Eren, though – one day.

Eren didn’t come home when he normally did.

Levi tried to brush it off. Sometimes people had surprise errands or things went wrong, it wasn’t a big deal. The alpha couldn’t help but feel put out from missing another good masturbation session with Eren. Technically, he’d have no trouble rubbing one out on his own with just his imagination, but he enjoyed those spent with Eren. They felt special. He figured he’d wait in the living room for him. It was Friday night, after all. Brat had to come home eventually.

Two hours rolled past. No sign of Eren. Levi’s leg bounced nervously as he eyed the clock on his kitchen wall, his toy left untouched beside him. Sleep tugged at the edges of his vision. He opted for a short nap. Hopefully, he’d wake in time to catch Eren.

Shrill giggles and attempted whispers that were really not whispers at all floated into Levi’s apartment, rousing him from his nap. A slight drawback to having a first floor apartment – Levi had to listen to every single conversation that passed by his door. His ears perked up this time, though, one of those voices sounded familiar. Getting up from his armchair, Levi peeked out the look hole.

Sure enough, it was Eren and some boy he’d never seen before. Anger simmered in his chest, fists clenching tightly. Eren never brought home anyone; what made this guy so special? He had Levi! Did they even know what time it was? It was practically 2 am. Levi’s eyes zeroed in on the stranger, narrowing in rage. Eren could barely stand up. Fuck, he was hardly lucid enough to put one foot in front of the other. The bastard tugging him along was practically sober, one of Eren’s long beautiful arms draped over his beefy shoulders. There was a prominent tent in the man’s pants and his eyes were hungry as he gazed upon Eren’s perfect tan skin.

Levi’s eyes bore a hole in the man’s head. How dare he touch him? Eren was his. This scum had no right to look at Eren like that, he was off-limits. Watching the two of them try and climb the stairs would have been a hilarious spectacle for anyone else, but Levi was not laughing now. He had murder on his mind. Once he saw the man’s free hand drop to not-so-suggestively grope Eren’s perfect ass, he snapped. Ripping open his door, he marched out, the pair on the stairs not noticing him at first.

“Hey!” He snapped, voice authoritative and clear. One head whipped around to meet his, the other hung in a drunken, unresponsive stupor.

“What do you want, old man?” The stranger sneered, some of the surprise dropping from his face when his eyes landed on Levi. He took in a deep breath, scenting Eren’s sweet orange scent and the obvious reek of an alpha. He frowned. Something was wrong with Eren’s scent.

“No visitor’s after 1 am.” Levi expertly lied, crossing his arms. The complex didn’t actually have such a rule, but Levi was certain this man didn’t know that. The strange alpha scoffed. “And you are?”

“The landlord of this establishment. That’s my tenant. He’s not permitted to have overnight guests at this hour.”

The alpha sputtered in indignation. “Seriously? Buddy, help a guy out!” Levi’s flat, unchanging expression made the man madder. “C’mon! I worked too damn hard to get this one back here, I deserve my reward, you know?”

Cold rage simmered throughout Levi’s entire body. How dare that alpha suggest Eren even owed him the time of day.

“I suggest you leave.” His voice emotionless and detached. In reality, he wanted to put his fist through this man’s eyes socket, so he’d never be able to see Eren’s beauty ever again. “Fuck you.” The alpha spat, unceremoniously dropping Eren on the stairs. Levi barely contained himself from lunging right there as Eren’s delicate skin scraped against the concrete. The stranger stomped down the stairs, scent spiking in fury and sexual frustration. Too bad. Not Levi’s problem. The rude man tried to shove his way past Levi, but the smaller alpha was blocking the majority of the entrance.

“Well? You wanted me to leave? So move over, squirt.” Levi’s eyes never left the alphas. “Huh? Are you deaf too?”

“What did you do to him?”

“What?” The alpha reared back in false surprise, eyes sparking with the guilt of being caught.

“I think you’re the one who is deaf.” Levi said evenly. “What did you do to the omega?”

A sick, cruel grin twisted over the alpha’s lips. “Nothing, stupid kid drank too much. You know how those newbies are.” Levi didn’t buy it. Eren hardly touched alcohol as far as he knew and he certainly never brought back guests.

“Hand it over.”

“Excuse me?”

“Whatever you drugged him with. Hand it over.”

Laughter rang through Levi’s ears, gross and obnoxious. “For what? So you can try it too?”

There was no laughter on Levi’s face. “So I can ensure you don’t go out and simply drug another. You can either hand it over, or I’ll rip it from your unconscious body.” The alpha stopped laughing at that, suddenly becoming serious and stepping into Levi’s space. A pungent smell invaded Levi’s nose as the alpha tried to intimidate him. It might have worked, if Levi hadn’t been a landlord for so long and dealt with assholes like this practically every other week.

“Is that so, little man? You think you’re going to be some hero? I know what you really want, you want to fuck that little omega yourself –“ Blood splattered the siding beside them. A crunch echoed off the surrounding walls, accompanied by a yelp of surprise. Levi didn’t even register what had happened until his fist landed another hit to that spot he’d been dreaming about. The alpha howled in pain, scrambling one hand in his pockets to throw some tiny baggie to the ground, the other raised to protect himself.

“Stop! Stop! I’m sorry, here you freak, just take it!”

Levi pulled back, fists still set and raised to beat the man’s head in but the little punk scrambled between him and the bloody siding, making a beeline for the parking lot. His chest heaved in anger, but he’d gotten what he wanted so he didn’t give chase. It wasn’t like he was going to leave Eren sprawled out on the steps unguarded either.

Blinking hard, Levi slowly lowered his fists. The adrenaline of defending his territory and by the logic, his pack, Levi was practically preening to himself.

“Oh my gosh! That was amazing Mr. Ackerman!” Above him, a new voice called out. Looking up, Levi saw Petra, a pleasant omega from the second floor gawking from her doorway. She was dressed in some pj’s and had a case of bed head. She’d probably been asleep when the yelling and fighting woke her up.

Flexing his hand, Levi shook his head. “Just another creep to chase off.” He muttered, picking up the baggie. He turned to poor Eren on the steps, who had curled in on himself to chase away some of the night air’s chill. His gaze softened as he took in the poor thing’s stature. He glanced up. “Petra, I need a favor.”

She nodded vigorously. “Anything!”

“Eren looks like he had a rough night. You’re an omega. Can you take him up to his room and put him to bed? I need to flush this shit.” He sighed out, indicating the baggie.

Petra’s eyes flew wide. “Absolutely! Poor dear.” She cooed, hurrying over to Eren’s limp form. Petra was a kind soul; unmated, but she had a boyfriend. It also helped that she was the same dynamic as Eren and lived in their complex. Levi could relax knowing she would take care of his Eren to the best of her ability. She was familiar. Pack.

“Thank you. I’ll be up in a bit with the master key to lock his door.”

Petra nodded cheerfully. “You’re a great alpha, Mr. Ackerman, thank you.” Levi couldn’t stop the warm blush that painted the tips of his ears.

Without responding, he entered his apartment, baggie in hand. Yeah, he was a good alpha, wasn’t he? Especially for Eren. He heard Petra get Eren to his feet. She was much more skilled at getting a drunken body up the next flight of stairs – something she must have picked up in college. Entering the bathroom, Levi popped open the baggy, holding it out over the toilet to tip those pills away.

For some reason, he stopped. Those tiny, inconspicuous pills stared back at him.

He could… keep them. It wasn’t like that alpha had been wrong. Levi did want to fuck Eren. These pills could make his wildest dreams come true. Slowly, he pulled the baggie back from over the toilet, pinching it closed. He stared at the bag laying in his palm.

It was late at night, but he was more than ready to sacrifice his sleep to test something.

Heading back to his room, he stashed the pills in his night stand drawer for safe keeping. Swapping his clothes for some night clothes, he took his time gathering what he’d need. Swallowing a suppressing pill for himself to ensure no traces, he pocketed a tube of scent blocking gel. Then, he snagged his keys and headed up to the third floor. Softly knocking, he got no response. He poked his head in and saw Eren’s bedroom door slightly cracked.

“Petra?” He called, stepping into the apartment and shutting the door behind him. He got no response. That familiar excitement shot through him and he felt his gut pooling in warmth. Gently pushing open Eren’s door, he saw that Petra had already deposited Eren in bed and was long gone. Levi sniffed the air. Petra’s scent was already fading from the apartment, but Eren’s delicious one hung in the air. There was still a strange chemical smell about it, but Levi could relax now knowing what caused it.

Levi finally had Eren alone, all to himself.

Really, he should be thanking that alpha. He’d done all the work for Levi and now he was going to get to enjoy the fruits of his labor. Smirking to himself, Levi backed out of the room and quickly deadbolted Eren’s front door. They weren’t going to be interrupted if he could help it.

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Creeping into Eren’s room, Levi’s hands shook in excitement. It was all playing out so well. No pheromones to linger in the air except Eren’s. Uncapping the tube, Levi blocked both the glands on his neck and wrist, ensuring none of his scent would rub off while he was playing. It would be like he was never here.

Still cautious, Levi slowly crept towards the sleeping omega. He could hardly believe this was real. After months of lusting behind closed doors and sneaked panties, he had him. Crouching down beside Eren’s face, Levi dared to get close, properly breathing in his scent, feeling Eren’s warm breath on his own cheek.

This was no fantasy; this was real life. His entire body vibrated at the thought.

His hand trembled as he reached out to finally touch that warm, tanned skin. Cupping Eren’s soft cheek, Levi was awestruck at how warm and living he was. Not a fake silicone skin, but real flesh that belonged to his omega. Eren didn’t make a sound as Levi’s thumb stroked his cheek bone. So perfect. Unblemished and beautiful. His hand traveled down to thumb at the omega’s lips, pulling down the bottom one to expose a row of neat, white teeth. It bounced back into place when he let go.

Slowly, Levi leaned in. His own lips met the plump, full ones of the omega. Eren didn’t react, but that was fine. Levi led them through a kiss, pressing harder into Eren and parting his mouth to lick at Eren, stroking a hand over the omega’s hair as he did so. He tasted just as sweet as he smelled.

Breathing hard, Levi stood up, growing bolder. With a firm hand, he rolled Eren on his back. The omega went pliantly, completely unresponsive to the world. The alpha climbed up on the bed, straddling Eren’s hips on his knees. His cock was so hard, he thought he’d burst from the fabric of his sleep pants. Shuffling to reposition himself, Levi laid down on top of him, bringing them closer than they’d ever been before. Covering Eren’s body with his own was a victory. No one else could have this omega, he was all Levi’s.

He kissed Eren again, using his hand to work Eren’s jaw open so he could lick into his mouth. His tongue carried a faint taste of some fruity drink. Poor thing had probably only had one. Levi growled in his throat at the thought of that other alpha. He’d nearly lost Eren tonight. He needed to ensure that Eren knew who he belonged to.

Fiercely nibbling on Eren’s plush bottom lip, he pulled on it, watching it snap back in place when he released it, swollen. He peppered some more kissed to the corners of Eren’s mouth, grinding himself harshly on Eren’s front. With only his thin sleep pants and Eren’s sleep shorts between them, the friction was heavenly. Eren’s body heat radiated against Levi. God, Levi couldn’t wait to strip both of them naked. Dragging his cock slowly all over Eren’s stomach and groin to mark his territory, Levi pleasured himself with his omega’s body.

Mouthing kisses to Eren’s jaw and neck while he mindlessly humped the omega, he found himself trailing to Eren’s scent gland. He was incredibly careful not to leave any marks, pressing only feather-light touches to his beautiful skin. Levi was a weak man though, he couldn’t help but latch his lips on the patch of skin and give it a light suck, tonguing it to extract some of that orange and caramelized sugar straight into his mouth.

With great strength and reluctance, Levi released the gland before it went any further. Groaning heavily at the stimulation on his cock and the taste of his omega fresh in his mouth, Levi shivered and jerked, feeling a large gob of precum drip from his tip and wet the front of his pants. Even if he didn’t last long, Levi wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon. Hell, he’d sit there and watch his pretty omega sleep all night until the sun rose if he was able to.

For just a few moments, he rocked himself against Eren, feeling the omega harden underneath him in response to the stimulation Levi was giving him. What a good omega, responding to his alpha like this, excited to take him even in his sleep.

Reaching down between the two, Levi fumbled with Eren’s shorts. They were billowy and loose enough for Levi to yank one of the leg holes and Eren’s underwear to the side to expose his sweet pussy to the open air. He paused his humping long enough to sit back on his heels and truly admire the sight before him. Flowering, glistening lips displayed all to Levi’s liking. So pretty, slickened from the attention Eren’s body had been receiving. Ready for his alpha, begging for him to touch. Levi reached down and smoothed his fingers through it, feeling the hot slick ooze between them.

“Is that all for me, baby?” the loving whisper deposited right in Eren’s ear, accompanied by an endearing nibble to the shell as Levi slid his fingers over Eren’s wet lips, earning him a low, disconnected groan.

Levi moved back to sit on his haunches, using both his thumbs to pull the delicate lips apart and expose the pretty pink hole further. Calmly, he stroked the pad of his pointer finger over Eren’s clit, watching the hole spasm at the light touch. Licking his lips, ducked down between Eren’s thighs to lap a long stroke against that spot he thought he’d never see. The omega’s body twitched and shivered at the stimulation, but the alpha wasn’t worried. Eren was out like a light and this was his natural response. Eren knew who was responsible for his pleasure, even if Levi made sure he couldn’t smell him. Eren was a good omega. So good for his alpha.

Tangy orange and sweet slick tasted even better here, but not overly sweet like a baked good - more like a palatable dessert. His mouth could not compare to the treat his pussy was. Levi mouthed at him, sucking in his folds and gathering slick on his tongue as fast as he could. Everything about his omega was intoxicating. A drug that Levi was hooked on for life.

Eren’s legs looked best on either side of his head, Levi decided. Gripping those soft tan thighs, he pulled the omega firmly to his mouth, trapping him right where Levi wanted him. His sweet omega was breathily crying out and moaning like the angel he was, whimpering and slightly shifting to press against Levi’s attentions. Levi rewarded him by digging his tongue in that tight hole. Such a good, responsive omega. All his.

Finishing up his exploration, though Levi was certain he’d never grow tired of Eren’s body, he pulled back and licked the lingering slick from his lips. He shucked Eren’s shorts down to his mid-thigh, anticipation building. Languidly, he stroked himself, fantasizing about the main course. It was just a shame they couldn’t do that yet.

It would be too messy to clean his cum from inside Eren. He had to leave no trace. Cursing himself, he knew he didn’t own any condoms. Levi wasn’t exactly an alpha to sleep around. Judging by how well-behaved his omega was, Eren wouldn’t have a huge box of them laying around either. Still, Levi leaned over and checked the nightstand drawer. Nope. No condoms, but there was a modest sized knotting dildo laying innocently inside.

Levi grinned in appreciation; while it didn’t fully make up for not getting to knot his omega himself, he could ensure his omega got something stuffed inside him tonight. Certainly, his sweet little thing touched himself at night, working himself up to a whining, slicking mess before finally squeezing that fake alpha cock inside his precious folds. He humored himself by thinking that Eren called his name as the lock took, gripping the fake knot tightly within him and muscles spasming to milk it even when it had nothing to give. One day he’d give Eren a proper knot. Let him sit on his cock for hours and pull all the cum he had into his waiting, fertile womb. It was what his Eren deserved after waiting for him for so long.

Ignoring his own pleasure for the time being, Levi sat back with the knotting dildo, looking it over. Discreetly, like Eren might suddenly wake up and look at him by some miracle of god, Levi held the fake dick up to his own to compare. Hey, he was curious! Blush took to his cheeks when he saw he was pleasantly larger. Had Eren gotten this one in particular for any reason, trying to train himself to open up for a cock like Levi’s? Did his precious little omega already yearn for a proper alpha’s size?

Either way, pride swarmed Levi’s head. This was the next best thing to knotting Eren with his own dick. At least Eren knew what he needed. Such a good boy.

Good boys earned rewards. Levi gazed lovingly down as his omega, all hot and bothered under him. A combination of slick and saliva made his folds shine in the lamp light, swollen with blood and ready to accept Levi’s cock. Poor thing, he had to make him wait just a bit longer. Instead, Levi rubbed the toy all over Eren’s folds, coating it in the juices and lubing it up for a good fucking.

Eren shivered and shifted slightly as the fake cock brushed his most sensitive parts.

“I know baby. You want it so bad, don’t you?” He whispered. “I promise I’ll give you what you want next time.” A thrill zinged through him. Yes, there was going to be a next time. Levi had to play his cards right, and he’d be knotting Eren in no time. He slotted the tip up against his opening, prodding it in slightly. Eren quivered and moaned quietly. “You want it? Need my cock in you so bad that you’ll settle for fucking this toy? Sweet thing, you’re so perfect.”

The dildo thrusted shallowly into Eren, teasing him. A trickle of slick oozed out at the stimulation, body anticipating the breach. “Oh, baby, look at you.” The words breathed through the room with adoration. Levi leaned forward and lapped up the trail, following it up to swirl around Eren’s clit. He thrust the dildo in a bit more, guiding it in inch by inch. Eren opened so beautifully around it, accepting it like it was truly his alpha’s cock. Levi had to pull back and watch the show, mesmerized by how his entrance stretched wide around the intrusion. He fucked the dildo in a few more times, listening to the high pitched, breathy cries Eren let out. Music to Levi’s ears.

He got an idea. He pulled out his phone and quickly began videoing. A solid, close up shot of Eren stretched wide on the dildo, skin glistening with slick and quivering hole working the length deeper inside of him. Levi groaned, wishing this moment could last forever. At least this way, he could listen to Eren’s angelic cries whenever he wanted to. Later when he was alone in his apartment, he’d touch himself to that video, thinking about how Eren’s walls would squeeze like that around his cock, trying to keep the alpha in him. Sensually he fucked Eren, working him up until his tanned chest was heaving from arousal and shimmering with a light sweat. He pushed the dildo in as deep as it could go, holding it there and listening to Eren’s whimpers grow in intensity and urgency as he held it flush against the good spot inside of him.

“C’mon baby, you can do it. Cum for alpha, sweet thing. You’re doing so well.” He purred, almost out of breath himself from how excited he was. His own cock was standing at attention, practically drooling from how hard he was.

The poor omega was writhing on it, trying to fuck himself on it in his sleep to get some stimulation and relief, but Levi kept it buried within him, only grinding it around in slow circles. He knew he had it pressed right on the g-spot, carefully palming the base to give the barest mocking hints of thrusts before Eren was suddenly bearing down, squeezing hard onto the dildo, keening desperately.

Levi nearly dropped his phone scrambling to activate the knotting mechanism. The knot flared to life, lodged firmly in Eren’s pussy. The omega clamped down on it, muscles working the knot like he was a bitch in heat – Levi’s lovely bitch in heat. “Is that good baby? Was that what you needed? You took it so well, I’m so proud of you Eren, you’re going to milk my knot like that soon.” His hand let go of the dildo to stroke over Eren’s legs and abdomen. Omegas shot blanks, so Eren’s chest had a small pool of clear liquid on it. Levi leaned forward and lapped it up, ending the video. His tongue laved over sun-kissed skin, taunt muscles beneath soft skin on his belly. Levi wanted to put his pup in there. His licks turned to kisses and caresses, imagining his pup growing in Eren one day, belly rounding and filling as Eren got heavier and impossibly sweeter.

Levi would move him into his apartment; it wouldn’t be fair to make a pupped omega trek up three flights of stairs all the time. There was no way Levi would ever neglect his omega so. Levi would be a good alpha, ravaging him at any given hour, keeping his Eren filled and sated.

Eren released his lock after a few minutes. Levi had stroked himself slightly while he waited, enjoying the beautiful body of his omega. He’d even snapped a few full-body pictures while he was waiting – full shots of Eren’s splayed form, fucked out and limp. If Levi were an idiot, he’d make it his wallpaper, but he opted for favoriting it instead. Slipping the dildo out treated him to a spine-tingling sound of thoroughly wet omega. The toy was coated in sticky slick, making a beautiful noise as Levi deposited it on the night stand. There was no way he couldn’t try it for real. No penetration though, sadly. Levi knew that if he started, he’d hammer away until he got his omega pupped. It wasn’t quite time for that yet, unfortunately.

“You gonna make me feel good too, sweetie?” He cooed, stroking Eren’s cheek again.

Settling overtop of Eren once more, Levi positioned himself again. Pressing the underside of his shaft so he was flush between Eren’s folds, he was treated to the hot, gooey slickness of a freshly fucked pussy. His whole body shivered as he took a moment to compose himself, lost in the feeling of everything Eren. All his thoughts narrowed down to where he was pressed so intimately against his omega. The skin of his smooth, supple thighs caressing Levi’s hips. He rolled himself against the opening, rubbing himself shamelessly in Eren’s release. This way, he could feel Eren’s cunt without ever truly delving inside. Like a madman, Levi humped him. It was like being a teenager again, except this time, there was no one telling Levi no. There was no one going to stop him from taking what was his. Thrusting harder and harder, Levi brought himself closer to completion. He could come all over this pussy if he wanted. Delight was an amazing emotion. His Eren was heaven on earth, Levi’s angel to worship. He could think of no better gift to Eren than his cum.  

“Mmh Eren, baby, I’m gon- gonna cum, hah!” he whimpered as he set a mindless place, slick making a loud, squelching noise, accompanied by rustling sheets and grunts as Levi thrust against Eren’s pussy with desperation. He felt his knot swelling, bumping at Eren’s folds. This was such a different experience, fucking Eren but also not fucking him? He’d never penetrated the omega, but Levi was drenched in his fluids, knot throbbing between identical lips.

“Wanna knot you so bad, you don’t even know. I’ll cover you in my cum so no one even looks in your direction. All mine, you’re all mine, sweet thing. So ready for your alpha, all quiet and pretty. Fuck!” The words spilled from his mouth in an uncontrollable torrent. Yet, he meant every single one of them.

He panted as he chased his orgasm, using Eren’s pliant body like he used his knotting toy. Eren was all Levi desired, and he vowed to never forget this monumental moment as he felt his knot swell and pop, reaching between them to grasp it between his fist to apply pressure as he spilled over his omega’s sweet, soft pussy.

“Oh fuck… mmm. That’s right, wear my cum, darling. So good,” He gasped, “So good for me.”

Levi’s cum shined in the lamplight, swirling and mixing with Eren’s slick. Between the omega’s legs was a mess, gobs of potent alpha cum dripping down his slickened lips. The alpha cupped a hand under Eren, ready to catch any of the spend that threatened to stain Eren’s sheets. No trace, he reminded himself. His knot deflated quickly with no proper lock around it, body sensing he wasn’t lodged inside a mate.

With his other hand, he pulled a few tissues out of the box from Eren’s nightstand and stuffed them under Eren’s backside. It should buy him a few moments while he pulled his phone out again, snapping a few memorial photos of Levi’s first physical mark on Eren. A damn shame he’d have to wipe it away soon.

Rolling from the bed, Levi padded to the connected bathroom, pulling a washcloth from his sleep pants pocket and wetting it in warm water. The cloth was from his apartment – part of his plan ahead. Diligently, he cleaned Eren of cum and slick, erasing any evidence that Levi had been between those pretty thighs at all. He paused on the final swipe, leaving some of the cum on Eren’s labia. Eyes roving up to take in Eren’s peacefully sleeping face, the alpha had an idea.

Who said the night had to end there?

Carefully swiping two fingers through the last lingering bit, Levi coated the tip of his dick in the mess, cock twitching to semi-hardness again. He swiped the cloth over Eren’s pussy one last time to finish the task, dropping the cloth on the night stand.

Levi gazed upon his omega, rubbing his hands appreciatively up and down Eren’s sides and chest, spending some time to massage and roll the lovely nipples. He walked up Eren’s body on his knees, coming so that his legs were on either side of Eren’s head. Always the gentlemen, he grabbed a pillow and situated his omega’s head so he’d be comfortable and propped exactly where Levi wanted him. This was a gift to his one true joy in the world, Levi wanted to feed him his seed like he deserved.

“Oh sweet thing…” Levi groaned. “I’ve got a present for you, open wide.” With all the care of the most diligent lover, Levi’s long slender fingers gripped the sides of Eren’s jaw, lovingly pulling it down to expose that hot mouth and satin tongue.

He worked his dick over Eren’s lips, circling them and painting some of his precious cum all over his mouth. The sensitive head of his cock rolling over such a sight had a little more beading out of the tip. When he moved, a string of it would connect him back to Eren, thin and delicate. It was almost poetic in a way, wasn’t it? He slid forward, into that awaiting mouth to stroke against the incredibly hot tongue. Levi moaned his appreciation. Snapping a quick pic of his cock freshly popped into Eren’s mouth, Levi discarded the phone and went back to work. Better to live in the moment in his opinion. Giving a few shallow thrusts so the spend coating his cock could be rubbed off on Eren’s tongue, Levi ensured his omega was fed well. He wasn’t fully in Eren’s mouth yet, not wanting to choke him right off the bat, but what little that was in was encompassed in a blissful heat. Levi could feel his cock dripping inside Eren’s wet mouth.

“Want me to feed you?” His breath shuddered out, overcome by the bliss that was Eren Yeager’s holy divine mouth. He moved his hips to barely swirl the tip on the texture of his tongue. “I bet you’re dying for a proper taste.”

He dared to push in a little further, ghosting over the back of Eren’s throat. The omega reflexively gagged and gave a slight cough, but Levi wedged his thumb between his molars to hold him open. The throat constricted around him as he nudged his head in deeper, rocking himself into Eren’s face before gingerly pulling out. Eren gagged again. Poor baby, so sensitive. Levi was going to help train that out of him in time. The alpha would love to practice with his pretty thing.

Using his other hand, Levi squished Eren’s cheeks together, creating a plush ring around his cock to fuck into while his tip went back into Eren’s delicious throat to explore once more. The omega’s whole body shuddered with the force of his retch, but Levi kept going, breathing harder as he fucked Eren’s face. Fuck, he was so close already. Sloppy noises pilfered the air around them as the omega’s mouth was fucked – rich squelching noises that heightened Levi’s arousal that much more.

“Uh- yeah baby, that’s right. Choke on my dick, mmh… swallow my cum, darling.” His balls met Eren’s chin, heavy and eager. When had he gotten so far in? Briefly checking to make sure Eren was still good, he pulled back enough to hear and audible breath of air be pulled through Eren’s nose and then he was right back in, jamming himself as far in as he could get. “It’ll t-taste so good, p-promise. I made it just for you. No one else. All my cum is for you, darling.”

He could tell his orgasm was approaching swiftly; his knot struggling to form again so soon at the unfit ring of muscle that was Eren’s puckered lips. Try as his body might, the knot wasn’t going to catch there. Levi huffed to himself as he fucked Eren’s throat. His knot didn’t matter here, only his cum. Eren’s cum to drink up as Levi gifted it to him. In just a few short thrusts, he was yanking back the tip so it was safely nestled in Eren’s cavernous mouth again, shooting a load of cum directly in his omega’s mouth.

“Drink up, Eren. It’s – ah – all yours! All for my precious omega.” Shallowly thrusting in and out, Levi whispered sweet nothings to him. When his cock finally stopped spurting, Levi dragged his softening dick out past those loose lips, some saliva and cum trailing after the retreating head. Levi was quick to release Eren’s face and lick up the spare trail, following it back to Eren’s mouth to mash them together in a kiss. The omega had reflexively swallowed most of what Levi had given him, but there was still a fair amount left pooling inside Eren’s cheeks and coating his tongue. Levi didn’t mind licking it out for him. As long as he got some down his throat, Levi was proud of him. It was a big load – Eren’s very first from him.

He smiled into the kiss. He didn’t think there was a damn thing Eren could do to disappoint him. He nosed his way down to Eren’s gland for one final, tired kiss and appreciative soft suck. Fuck, Levi was tired. They couldn’t all sleep while someone pleasured them, he chucked to himself. Levi didn’t mind. His world would revolve around Eren’s pleasure if he asked him to.

His soft cock now lay across Eren’s strong thigh. God, Levi would give the world to sleep curled around his omega. Nothing sounded better after this play session than to slip his softened cock back inside and let the smell of oranges surround him while he slept, allowing both to be bare and ready for each other in the morning, but that wasn’t practical. Begrudgingly, the alpha pulled himself away and set about cleaning Eren spotless. By the end of the night when the first hazy lights of day threatened to poke through Eren’s blinds, Levi had sponge bathed Eren’s skin spotless and even dabbed some rubbing alcohol on a scrape on his knee and arm.

Things an alpha was supposed to do for their omega.

Eren’s toy was cleaned and tucked back in the drawer like it had never moved. His sleep shorts were pulled back up and resituated, and covers pulled back over top of him – after a long, satisfied sniff at his omega’s crotch for good luck. Sitting at Eren’s side, Levi dribbled water into Eren’s mouth to help wash down his taste and to make the side effects in the morning less horrendous. His precious thing had been roofied after all…

Finally deeming his job complete, Levi snagged up all of his belongings, palmed himself one more time to Eren’s body, and gazed longingly at Eren’s laundry. It was not a good time to take another pair. Eren would be on high alert for the next few days and Levi was not going to mess this up. With a goodbye kiss to Eren’s cheek, Levi was out the bedroom and into the barren hallway.

His own apartment was so silent and lonely when his back hit the door, eyes sliding shut to replay all those savory moments of the night.

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There was a knock at Levi’s door the day after. It was tentative, like the person on the other side was hesitant to talk to him. The alpha looked up from some paper work he’d been doing at the kitchen table, brows furrowing. He wasn’t expecting any company.

Getting up from the table with a sigh, he figured it was either a solicitor he’d have to chase off or a tenant about to tell him their drains were clogged. Hastily stashing his knotting toy behind some seat cushions – he’d taken to leaving it by the armchair at the windows… for easy access… and peeked through the peephole.

Eren’s tired but lovely face was on the other side, making the love-sick alpha’s heart race. It was good to see those sparkling green eyes again, but his sweet thing looked terrible; there were bags under his eyes and his skin was a sickly pale. Levi’s heart ached for him, then dread set in.

Shit. Why was Eren here? Had he figured it out? Did Levi accidentally miss something in his clean up? Oh fuck, he was so caught. Eren was going to confront him and Levi wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop from blurting out how much he loved him. Everything he had done had been out of love! Couldn’t Eren understand that?

Hands shaking, Levi slowly undid the locks and cracked the door.

“What do you want?” He said gruffly, trying to hide himself behind the door. Eren jumped, obviously having been thinking hard and not paying attention. The omega quickly brushed some hair behind his ear in a nervous gesture, and cleared his throat.

“M-Mr. Ackerman!” He greeted, voice incredibly raspy and raw. Levi’s knees went weak hearing it, alpha preening and luxuriating at hearing Eren’s wrecked voice. He’d done that. “Hi, I- um, I was hoping I could thank you… for, the other night.” The brats voice cracked, wobbling slightly as he seemed obviously on edge. It took Levi a moment to realize that the omega was not thanking him for fucking him nine ways to Sunday, but most likely for saving him from the other alpha.

All the tension in his body relaxed. He wasn’t caught. Eren was still none the wiser.

“It’s nothing, brat.” He replied after a moment of inner celebration. “Someone has to keep you kids safe.” His omega nodded absentmindedly, looking like he was thinking about something.

“Um, Mr. Ackerman, do you mind if I come in for a bit?”

Levi’s eyes went impossibly wide. His mind raced and his alpha went berserk in his head. Eren wanted to come in. His omega wanted to enter his living space. This was amazing! It was so perfect; they could talk, like normal people. Maybe Levi could start to worm his way in the pretty omega’s life and start courting him. Then there would be no hassle putting a pup in that cute little omega.

His silence was misinterpreted by his visitor. “Ah, well, you know… it was a stupid question. Sorry sir, I’ll leave you –“

“Wait!”

Levi cringed at how desperate he sounded. He quickly gathered himself, pulling the door open more so not just his head poked through the crack, exposing his home to the object of his affections. “I was just, surprised, that’s all. Of course, come in.” He stepped aside and waved his hand to the omega. Like luring in a fly with honey.

Eren’s relief flooded his scent, treating Levi to a delightful smell of happy omega. The alpha basked in it as Eren floated past him into the apartment.

“Thanks, I needed someone to talk to. Petra filled me in on the gist of what happened, but I wanted to personally thank you too. I’m severely in your debt.” Eren said gratefully as he sank into the sofa.

Levi could have listened to Eren talk for hours and hours with that raspy, used voice of his. “Of course, you went through a lot. I’d be happy to listen.” The alpha replied soothingly. It was weird. He’d never been soothing with anyone. Levi didn’t like strangers, hated guests, but Eren was different. His omega needed him right now and was vulnerable.

Levi liked when he was vulnerable. Open.

All eager to hear his alpha’s voice. Probably slicking a little bit at the presence of his strong alpha, mind begging for Levi’s knot and a craving for his seed, his pup. Levi would bet money that the sweet thing was hoping he’d come over there and ravage him right there on the couch.

Levi had to quickly rip himself from those thoughts, already feeling himself twitch. Thankfully, he was turned away from Eren and rummaging through his kitchen. He snagged a kettle and pulled out some tea bags.

“Tea?” He prompted the omega, eager to provide and care for. Or maybe for the chance to see Eren’s throat bob as he swallowed something else his alpha gave him. Levi blinked harshly.

“Oh! Sure! Do you have black tea?” The omega sounded much more chipper now. Probably at ease now that he was safe in the alpha’s home. Levi would protect him from the cruel world outside, keep his little treasure tucked away from their filthy eyes. Only Levi’s.

He merely grunted affirmatively in response, pulling two cups down and busy himself with prepping them.

“You wanted to talk?” He prompted when the silence stretched behind his back. He heard the omega jump behind his back, startled.

“Right! Um, well, I really wanted to thank you, Mr. Ackerman. Had you not stepped in, I’m not sure if I’d even be alive right now. You know what can happen when an alpha like that gets an omega all drugged up.” Eren laughed shakily, the alpha hearing no humor in it. Levi frowned to himself. Why was Eren so out of it? Peeking over his shoulder, he saw Eren a little red cheeked and flustered, gaze slightly downward in the alpha’s direction. The omega looked up and met his eyes and then squeaked, turning to the side of him to study Levi’s grey walls like they were the most fascinating thing on the planet.

“Not something I’d like to envision.” He responded flatly, old rage sluggishly running through his veins at even a hint of a thought about that other alpha.

“… me neither.” Eren whispered.

Levi turned back around, crossing his arms as he watched the water boil. He didn’t care for the awkward eye contact and facial expressions. Catching a glimpse in the reflection of his microwave, he spotted Eren on the sofa behind him.

The omega was staring in his direction again.

No… staring at him. Unease prickled in his mind as he wondered why the omega could be so interested like that. When he shifted his neck to absentmindedly crack his neck and roll his shoulders, he heard the soft intake of breath behind him.

Then it clicked.

Eren was looking at him. In that way.

Levi damn near face planted onto the hot stove at the realization, but surprisingly refrained, trying his best to act like nothing was going on. Fuck. Butterflies went wild in his gut, a giddy feeling he’d never experienced before. Something about the omega of his dreams fancying him was both heart-stoppingly incredible and terrifying. 

The kettle whistled. Levi made the two cups with care and carried them into the living room. Handing one off to Eren, Levi plopped into his armchair. His knotting toy dug against his back from behind the cushion. Thanking that lucky, lucky star that seemed to have blessed him the past few weeks, Levi subtly readjusted himself, grateful Eren had picked the sofa.

“You’ve thanked me three times now,” he relaxed into his chair, “while I’m very flattered, is that all you came here to do?” A small billow of steam fled his cup when he blew on his tea, smirking a bit behind his cup. Not that he minded being showered in praise from his sweet thing – internal alpha ecstatic.

The omega gave him a guilty smile, rosy blush rising on his elegant cheekbones. “Ah, you’ve caught me, sir, I was – “

“Please, call me Levi.”

Eren’s blush deepened. “Oh! Ok!” The brat had always been a smooth talker, endlessly cheerful and social. This flustered demeanor was unexpected; but, it was incredibly endearing. “I’ll be honest, I was surprised to hear from Petra that you were the one to chase that alpha off, ha.” The omega huffed lightly then his eyes widened a bit and tried to backtrack. “Not that I thought any less of you! I meant that you always seemed so closed off – I mean, not that I thought you didn’t care, fuck, I’m making this worse aren’t I?” Eren chuckled nervously, trying to regain his words. “What I’m trying to say is that it makes me feel incredibly safe living here; there aren’t many landlords who go above and beyond for their tenants like that. I wanted to pay you back somehow –”

Levi choked on his sip, suddenly coughing into his tea and spilling a bit on his lap. He cursed harshly, Eren’s slight ramble coming to a halt as the omega jumped up to help him. The alpha pressed his back even harder against the hidden toy, praying nothing was showing. He dared not look behind him to check in fear of giving himself away.

“Oh dear!” The omega exclaimed, heading past him into the kitchen. “I’ll grab you a napkin really quick, sit tight!”

Sure enough, the omega bundled back into the living room in a flash, squatting down to pat Levi’s knee dry.

“Thanks.” Levi replied flatly, trying to hide his slight embarrassment.

“No problem!” Eren chirped, dazzling smile fixated on Levi and Levi wholly. Not a passing, polite grin, but a genuine smile all for him. The alpha’s stomach was doing flips. With Eren in this position so close to Levi’s crotch, he was focusing all his energy on not popping a boner right now. All legs and beauty, the omega stood up in front of him and his blood ran hot. God, Eren was beautiful. What he wouldn’t give to pull Eren’s head in and hold him there against his steadily growing bulge. 

“Sure, that’s very kind of you.” Levi returned to the original topic once he’d settled and Eren returned to his seat. “Though I assure you, there’s no need to pay me back.” The alpha said honestly. And he meant it. Because Eren already had, but Levi was taking that knowledge to his grave. 

No alpha would touch Eren again and live, not if Levi could help it.

However, Levi wasn’t going to protest too much to Eren’s offer. Any time he’d get to spend with the omega would have him over the moon, but he also didn’t want to seem desperate. No, that would tip Eren off and drive his interest away. Because surely, this was interest. His omega was seeking him out after Levi’s display of dominance: chasing off suitors and cumming hard down his sweet thing’s heavenly throat.

If he wanted this thing to have any chance, he had to ensure Eren continued to feel safe around him. After all, wasn’t Levi a good alpha? This was going to be easy.

“I insist, really.” Another sweet smile was sent his way, and an even sweeter sight to follow. In the form of Eren’s throat working as he took a generous sip of his own tea. Falling right into Levi’s lap.

That boner was getting a lot harder to ward off. Levi swallowed hard himself, trying not to stare. 

Well, maybe not so easy. That omega had Levi’s blood screaming with lust at anything he damn near did. Of course, it wasn’t Eren’s fault he was so gorgeous and called to Levi’s alpha side like a siren to a drowning sailor. Though Levi had no intentions to drown; he was going to mate that omega if it was the last thing he did.

Levi sat basking in Eren’s presence and his scent as the omega chattered away cheerfully through mindless talk about work and school. The tea had improved his voice some, but it still had a roughness to it that sent shivers up Levi’s spine. Usually the alpha hated nonsense talking, content to sit in silence, but Eren was the exception. Always the exception. His sweet thing told Levi all about his plans to go visit his mother next week and how he had recently gotten a promotion and had to turn the offer down due to his commitment to his degree.

The whole time Levi watched Eren’s pretty lips and drifted through thoughts about how they had looked wrapped snugly around his cock the night before. When Eren paused to give a small cough, all Levi heard were his gags and chokes as the cock went down his warm throat. In front of him, the omega was smiling hesitantly and Levi realized he had asked him something.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” A harsh blink and shake of the head to clear the perverted thoughts. A quick adjustment and what he hoped was a subtle cross of his legs.

“No worries, I know I was rambling there.” Eren reassured him, face like the sun and a bemused sparkle in his eye. “I asked if you were free anytime this week?”

Inside his chest, Levi’s heart fluttered. “Always. Not much else to do when you live at your job.” If he had any prior commitments, they were now officially cancelled. Levi was free the whole week if it meant he got to see Eren.

“Ha, I suppose so… well great! I have class on Friday, but we can meet up after that!” The omega got his phone out of his pocket, “What’s your number? I’ll text you when I’m on my way home. Until then, if an idea pops in your mind on what we can do, let me know!”

Levi’s number? This was a dream.

He pressed against the pillow and his toy dug uncomfortably in his back, an eager erection half-formed in his pants. Didn’t seem like a dream. “Of course.” Eren inputted the numbers as Levi listed them off, already rising to his feet.

“Cool! Thank you so much for the tea and lending your company, Levi. It honestly means a lot to me, you seem like a really good listener.” The omega smiled brightly as he went to the front door. Levi had to hope that it wasn’t too weird that he didn’t rise and show the omega out, but there was no way he was standing up with the semi in his pants right now. “I’ve just had so much nervous energy since I woke up. I’m a big socializer, so it was good to talk it all off.”

Levi nodded along. He understood. Eren’s omega had been spooked last night. It was natural to seek out the companionship of a strong, dependable alpha.

“My door is open whenever you need it.” Levi said gruffly. Eren blushed slightly as he opened the door. “Stay out of trouble.” The alpha called after him.

“I’ll do my best!” Eren’s voice carried musically through the crack right before the door swung shut.

Once more alone in his apartment, Levi sat stunned in his chair. That had gone far better than he had ever imagined. Eren wanted to hang out. Eren had his number. Oh god, Levi was so hard right now.

His erection strained shamelessly at the zipper. Figuring he had all the necessary items already on hand, Levi easily pulled out his knotting toy from behind the pillow and got to work. A quick dollop of lube and fly down, he was ready to enjoy himself.

All the blinds were already shut and he quickly hopped up to lock his front door, just in case. Toy in hand like a grand weapon to wield, Levi crawled onto the sofa, leaning over and adjusting himself so his nose was planted right on the seat cushion Eren had occupied. The scent lingering there was faint, but it was unmistakably Eren. And god, did Levi need something that carried Eren’s scent right now, already feeling the loss of his omega. Part of him wanted to jump up and chase after his little minx, drag him back into the alpha’s den where he could breed him properly. The alpha pulled his swollen cock out and stroked himself a few times, groaning.

The blue panties he’d stolen had finally lost their trace of sweetness, now smelling more like Levi from all the times he’d buried his face in them or rubbed them over his cock. They were still under his pillow regardless; a piece of his sweet thing that he loved to take out and pleasure himself with before bed. Their little bonding time.

His cock twitched excitedly as he breathed in sunny oranges and light sugar. Getting himself into the toy was no issue, even if he did miss the slide of slick compared to the lube. The drag of the toy around him was delicious friction, no matter how fake it was.

“Oh, sweet thing. You feel so good.” He whispered into the cushions, hips rolling down while he imagined the toy was full to the brim with that thick, hot slick Eren had produced last night. In his mind, Eren was pinned under him, flushed and whining, already completely undone from Levi’s weight above him alone. This was what he imagined would have played out if he had jumped Eren the moment he walked into Levi’s home - what Eren was probably thinking about the entire time they were talking.

The alpha thrusted faster, taking his pleasure from the toy like he’d taken it from Eren’s unconscious body earlier.

“Unh! Oh baby, I’m already so close. You were teasing me the whole time.” His spine arched to dig deeper between the fake lips. Whimpering, he panted out his next filthy words. “Fuck! I’m going to hold you down and force this knot in you baby. I’m not letting you walk out that door until I’ve given you – hah – a proper load!” He grunted on his next thrust, jamming his forming knot in and out. “Feel it catching? Huh? Gonna pup you, sweet thing. Right here – ah – I’m gonna put a pup in your belly right now.”

There was no shame in his mind at being so close already. Eren just had that kind of effect on him.

He mouthed at the sofa, trying to draw Eren’s scent into his mouth, “You want it? Want my knot in your pussy and my pup in your belly? Want me to make you a dam, baby?” His toy jiggled in his hand with each thrust, the sounds erotic as his cock stretched the opening.

Dream Eren wailed and bared his neck, wrapping his legs around Levi’s hips to hold him close. “Yes, yes, yes, take it! Take my knot, sweet thing. Mmm, can you feel it? How deep inside you I am?” Gasping, desperate words, spilled from a mouth that couldn’t seem to stop. “Gonna get you all fat with a pup - Oh! - Oh, yes baby! Here it comes!”

The alpha roared as he sunk to the hilt, lock activating and holding him inside the toy. His cum shot into it, tensing as his whole body focused everything on getting him deeper into the toy, trying to breed the object Levi had locked himself into. A few stuttering hip movements later and the ringing fading from his ears, Levi came back to reality with his teeth sunk so hard into a throw pillow that he’d ripped the fabric.

He spat it out and gave a shaky exhale. That had been intense. Never in his other masturbation sessions had he mimicked a claiming, but it was a welcome surprise, sending thrills through him.

When he finally plunged his knot into Eren and properly marked him, the omega would be all his in body and mind. Eren’s instincts would insist he stay with the sire of his pup, the mark on his nape would tie him to Levi indefinitely, and Levi’s knot would keep his sweet thing right where he belonged: underneath the alpha.

Another streak of cum painted the inside of his toy. “All for you baby…” He whispered, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm with the scent of oranges in his nose.

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Friday at midday, Eren texted him the name of one of the local bars and offered to go for drinks when he got back that night. Levi had read that text about ten times before his mind caught up and was able to send a comprehensive, eloquent reply of, ‘Sure’. 

Classy.

With not much else to do for a few hours, Levi treated himself to a marathon of Eren’s videos and pictures to pass the time. The alpha spilled deliciously into his fist again and again, washing away all the evidence of his perversion with a nice long shower. He didn’t plan on doing anything with Eren that night besides what they agreed upon. A few drinks, some conversation, and that would be it. Baby steps. So, it was best to quell the lust in his veins now than get hard while trying to woo his sweet thing.

Maybe he did slip a condom into his back pocket for safe keeping, but who had to know? (Certainly not Eren)

Since that memorable night, Levi had backed off on his boldness. He dared not venture back into Eren’s apartment and settled for the old routine of appreciating the omega as he walked by in the mornings. It was only slightly dissatisfying – having tasted the warm flesh of his precious omega and having to revert back to that dreadful toy. But, Levi was a man of patience. An orgasm was an orgasm, and he’d have his sweet thing soon enough.

Eren was a good, patient omega. He’d understand why Levi had to keep him waiting.

When the time finally rolled around, Levi hurriedly checked himself over in the mirror, fixing his sleeves and hair before confidently leaving his apartment and knocking on Eren’s door. For good luck, he’d buried his face in those blue panties and inhaled deeply, just to soothe some lingering nerves. Giddiness had been flooding through him all evening as he’d gotten ready, finally getting the chance to prove to Eren what a great alpha he could be. A strange mix of nervousness and excitement to the point where he’d gone through far too many outcomes. 

First it would be drinks. Next a shy kiss on the cheek from his darling omega. Then they’d graduate to nights spent in each other’s apartments. 

Eren would probably say he wasn’t easy and pretend to not to want to fool around with an alpha after only a few dates, but Levi was sure he’d break that little illusion the omega had set up for himself. Eren would be so enchanted by Levi’s scent and his strength that the omega would coyly try to grind himself up on the alpha when cuddling, feigning surprise when Levi got all hot and bothered. His little minx would probably try and entice him into some heavy petting, claiming he wouldn’t want it to go any farther, but Levi would know better. Eren would really want the alpha to cup him firmly, looking him right in those gorgeous green eyes and whisper all the dirty things he could give him. The omega would whimper and slick, pleading quietly for his alpha’s fingers deep in his cunt.

And Levi would give it to him.

Press him onto his back and climb over top of him, trail sensual kisses up that slender, tan neck –

Eren’s door opening halted that train of thought in its tracks, leaving the alpha slightly starstruck at his appearance.

Dressed in a simple loose green shirt and some mouthwateringly short shorts, the omega gave him a sweet smile, as dazzling as ever.

“Hey! I called us a taxi to take us there, if that’s all right, since I figured we’ll both have a few.” Eren’s scent was light hearted and relaxed, tasting like sunshine and home. Levi only nodded mutely, unable to speak since his mouth had suspiciously gone dry.

The night air was pleasant while they waited, not too warm and not too cold. Most of the talking was done by Eren, who recapped Levi on his day. The alpha simply hummed in response to particular parts, trying to discreetly look over the omega’s bare shoulders and thighs while pretending to scowl at the still-bloodied siding. He’d have to fix it, but a part of him liked the look of it there. A warning to any other alphas that Levi would kill and maim, all for his sweet thing.

The taxi picked them up, forcing Levi to behave while Eren’s bare thigh subtly brushed up against his in the backseat.

Being in a confined space with his omega was possibly one of the best and worst tortures Levi had ever endured. Eren’s sweet, light scent flowed through any space he occupied, announcing to the world that Eren Yeager was gracing the presence of anyone who had been lucky enough to cross paths with him. His pretty thing drew attention like a bone thrown to starved wolves. Anywhere Eren went, his presence demanded attention. A sweet little unmated omega who smelled of summer oranges and happiness.

The unmated part was only a temporary condition.

One day, Levi might take out his prize and show him off to the world, just to gloat and boast that Levi Ackerman knotted and bred the loveliest omega of all. Only to lock his treasure back up and coat him with potent, alpha musk to chase away the unworthiness of outside. Levi would hold Eren under him for hours after an outing, reminding the pretty little thing exactly who he belonged to, filling all his holes until all the omega once more knew was Levi, Levi, Levi. All Eren would ever need would be him.

One day, Levi kept reminding himself; everything would fall into place one day and then he’d have Eren in any way he wanted.

The actual outing in itself was pleasant. The bar might have been a bit too directed towards the younger crowds for Levi’s tastes, but Eren seemed to be immensely enjoying himself and the grumpy alpha couldn’t help the stupid smile that had somehow overtaken his face as he watched Eren light up. His sweet thing swayed to the music in his seat, eyes shining with the flashing lights and chatting with one of the bartenders.

A small thread of jealousy wound its way around his heart, but Levi couldn’t really be mad at him. He was young after all and hopelessly friendly. It was natural for an unmated omega like him to subconsciously try and catch the eye of any passing alpha or beta. Innate behavior – nature’s way of ensuring reproduction. 

Omegas were beautiful, alluring. Alphas (like Levi) responded accordingly.

Levi still gave the coldest death glare known to mankind to the bartender when Eren’s back was turned. Never hurt to establish his intent over the omega to others.

The bartender, who Levi pegged for a beta, nervously skirted away to serve other customers.

Levi’s smile returned. A bit more triumphant and smugger this time.

“Thanks for agreeing to come out with me,” his sweet thing said when he turned his attention back on Levi, “It’s good to have a drinking buddy I know will have my back.” The dreamy smile Eren gave him had the alpha’s toes curling.

“No problem.” Levi replied, scanning the crowd. A concerning thought passed through his head.

“This wouldn’t be the place that shitstain came from last time, would it?” He said in a low growl, leaning forward to ensure Eren heard him over the commotion, his mouth right next to his ear. The alpha could see the shiver that went up Eren’s back. Such a good omega.

Eren slowly turned in his seat to more fully face Levi, pupils dilated slightly. “No,” he choked out, “I didn’t feel safe going back there…”

“Even with me here to protect you?” Levi dared to press, breathing out the words close to Eren’s face. His blood was thumping furiously as he said that, wondering if Eren would be off-put.

His fear was quelled when Eren bit his lip, blush coloring his cheeks even in the darkness of the bar.

“… I didn’t think of it like that….” the omega said softly, almost too quiet for Levi to hear.

Levi gave him a dark smirk. “I left that alpha’s blood at the entrance for a reason.”

Green eyes widened. The omega was left flustered and wordless at Levi’s implication.

Even though Eren had insisted to pay for the taxi and that tonight’s drinks were on him, Levi bought the next round. A different bartender came to serve them and Levi all but purred their order as he proudly propped himself on the bar top. That primal satisfaction of lulling his omega into a sense of safety. Of all the people in this bar tonight, his sweet thing remained glued to his side when he could have gotten swept up in the sea of bodies. Now realizing Levi’s devotion ran deeper than the pack obligation the alpha felt towards his other tenants.

A slow step in the right direction of Levi’s plans.

After Levi’s blatant proclamation of safety, Eren seemed to view him in a new light, giggling more freely when the alpha gave some dry response to a comment and doing that hair tuck Levi had learned was a habitual nervous gesture. More than once did the alpha spy Eren out of the corner of his eye staring at him like he thought he was being subtle, wheels obviously turning on overdrive in his head.

Probably warring with his inner self if he dare entertain those affections he’d come to harbor for Levi. 

Eren could have any alpha he wanted. Strong, younger alphas than Levi… he would have to sway Eren’s decision as much as he could if he ever had hope for mating that pretty little omega. That thought made Levi clutch his drink firmer and push out as many happy, soothing pheromones as he could bear in the omega’s direction, practically saturating their area of the bar with a scent that let everyone know that Levi was relaxed and confident. Any omega would take a whiff of the air and know that the alpha had a handle on the situation. In a case of danger, he could handle it. Come to Alpha if you need help. Alpha is safe.

His little minx was putting on an excellent show for him, sipping his drink slowly to make it last longer. Treating Levi to a luxurious sight of his throat slowly working and the way his eyes got a bit glossier and more vulnerable.

Wait, was Eren really that much of a light-weight where two drinks had him this loose?

Levi frowned, turning fully in his seat to face Eren. He pressed the back of his hand to Eren’s forehead.

“Are you feeling alright?” He murmured.

Eren’s skin didn’t feel hot, but he looked uncomfortable. The omega’s mouth had lost its cheerful smile and was now pinched in a tight line, corners drawn down. A slight sheen of sweat was starting to gather at his brow line, but was cool and clammy.

Eren’s bottom lip wobbled and he looked worried too. “I, uh, actually don’t feel that great, Levi.”

“Do you know what it is? Did you eat before we came here?”

“No, I – I mean, yes , I did eat.” The omega stumbled over his words, suddenly squeezing his eyes shut and dropping his head to his hands on the bar top. “Fuck, my head is killing me. I think I’m going to throw up.”

Levi instantly got to his feet, drawing Eren up as well and quickly slapping some bills down on the counter to cover their tab and got Eren to the bar’s bathroom. His poor thing barely got to one of the stalls before he was dropping to his knees on the dirty floor and puking. Since he hadn’t even had the time to spare to close and lock the door, Levi shuffled into the cramped stall beside him and gently pulled his hair from his face, holding it behind Eren’s head in one hand while the other rubbed his back comfortingly.

Eren retched for a while, heaving and spitting even when it was clear nothing more was going to come up. Levi had started rubbing his knuckles down the knobs of Eren’s spine, whispering reassurances that he was going to be fine and that they’d go home as soon as Eren was done. His omega only nodded tightly, eyes pinched shut in pain and drool dripping from his mouth as another wave crested and his tan shoulders bunched up again.

To say Levi was worried was an understatement. There was no way it was roofies again. Neither he nor Eren had taken their eyes off of his drink the whole night, both subconsciously wary of exactly that happening. There had never been a suspicious hand or a distraction that drew both their attention.

And for once, this wasn’t Levi’s doing either. The alpha had left those pills in his nightstand, content to enjoy a simple night with Eren. He wasn’t some beast and he wasn’t stupid. Using drugs so soon after Eren had been roofied would have been infinitely suspicious; not to mention, being roofied back to back would have been hell on his sweet thing.

While Levi was many things, he wasn’t the kind of alpha who got off to causing his omega pain. No, Levi would rather Eren be drowning in pleasure beneath him, writhing as he was brought to orgasm again and again, begging for the alpha to knot him, satisfy him the way only Levi could. Wanted Eren to feel warm and tingly whenever he thought about him, eager and wet when Levi came to him. Eren in the throes of lust and ecstasy was far better than Eren with a pained, tight expression that chased the sunshine from his face.

The sour smell of pained omega made Levi’s own stomach churn, but eventually, Eren managed to part with the toilet long enough for Levi to wet a paper towel and wipe his mouth. Hailing a cab, Levi bundled them into the backseat and promised the driver an extra tip if he made the trip quick.

While they were flying down the road, Levi ducked to Eren’s scent gland and took a deep sniff to check for any trace of heat since they were in a less crowded space now. It had been hard to tell in the club, with so many different pheromones in the air and strangers' scents lingering everywhere, along with the sticky smell of alcohol hanging on everything. And no, Levi was not going to admit that he stayed hovered by Eren’s neck longer than he needed to, drawing in breaths of Eren’s lovely scent, tainted as it was with unease and misery. Or that he passed his wrist close to the gland as he tucked Eren under his arm, subtly scent marking him as Eren was more preoccupied with not hurling. 

There was no underlying honeyed sweetness that might indicate Eren was going into season, but Levi remained on guard. The alpha couldn’t quell the disappointment that heat wasn’t the issue – for a number of reasons. It would have been the greatest, most perfect thing to happen and he’d finally get to mount and pup his sweet thing with no hassle, on the other hand, that meant that the cause of Eren’s sudden sickness was still unknown. The mystery of it all was what unnerved the alpha and kept him from wallowing in self-pity too much.

When they arrived back, Levi did his best to escort Eren up the stairs while the omega stumbled at his side. This time was a bit different than that scene weeks ago. For one, Eren was alert and talking, though it was through gritted teeth and his eyes were screwed up against the fluorescent lighting. Another thing was that the omega was willingly walking up the steps with Levi’s aide, not half-carried by a handsy brute.

Inside Eren’s apartment, the alpha gently deposited him to lay on the sofa, propping his head on a pillow. There wasn’t much Levi knew on first aid, but he did know how to treat a mean hangover, which seemed most in tune with Eren’s symptoms. A wet washcloth, a glass of water, a trashcan, and a spare blanket from Eren’s nest later, Levi returned to his sweet omega’s side, cooing softly. He tucked the blanket around the omega’s shivering form and laid the cloth over his head and eyes after encouraging him to take a sip of water.

Unsure what to do with himself besides that, Levi settled cross-legged in front of Eren’s miserable form, rubbing his shoulder for moral support.

“I think I know what this is.” Eren groaned out after a few seconds of snuggling down into his nest blanket. Levi hummed for him to continue. “I texted a friend of mine while you were getting stuff; he’s a real smart guy – thinks it’s a lingering side effect of the roofies.”

Levi cocked his head in confusion even though Eren couldn’t see him.

Eren seemed to understand his silence because he continued, “Whatever drug that guy gave me messed me up so bad that my body automatically reacts negatively to alcohol.” He pouted. “It’s like being roofied every time I drink now, even if I haven’t actually been given the drug. Just not as intense.”

Interesting…

A heavy sigh left those gorgeous pink lips.

“God, this is so embarrassing. Tonight was supposed to be my treat to you and instead you had to hold my hair back like I’m some 16 year old who snuck their parents’ liquor for the first time. I’m so sorry I ruined this, Levi.” Eren said miserably. “I promise I’ll pay you back tomorrow. You shouldn’t have to care for me when you were expecting to have a nice relaxing night.”

“Nonsense,” Levi rumbled, continuing his petting, “I’m not going to abandon you simply because it wasn’t what I was expecting.” Touching Eren again was heaven. Simply feeling the form of his omega under the blanket was a luxury Levi knew would rarely come.

Eren was quiet for a few moments, to the point where Levi thought he was starting to drift off.

“What were you expecting?” The words were small and whispered quietly to the alpha like they might be sacrilege. They took Levi by surprise.

What had he been expecting?

Well, the alpha had been pretty open to a multitude of different… fantasies.

Eren getting drunk and throwing himself at Levi in a hazy, lustful frenzy, finally realizing at long last he was the only one for the omega.

Perhaps a long night curled on this very couch, both loose and relaxed from the alcohol that would start with some simple kisses and maybe ended with Levi’s hand down Eren’s pants.

Or maybe even another shitstain of an alpha thinking Eren was even possibly in their league, providing Levi another heroic alpha moment to bring Eren sinking closer into his side. Give him the opportunity to brush them together and spread his scent all over Eren’s tanned skin.

But, Eren couldn’t know about any of those. His well-behaved little sweet was not nearly ready for that. Levi could put on a front for him for now, going slow and working his way into Eren’s heart. Anything to get his dick in the omega one way or the other. Jump through burning flames if he had to prove his devotion, paint the entrance with the blood of ten alphas to get the message across. Whatever was necessary to finally be between those smooth thighs once again.

His sweet thing had always been too trusting for his own good. Too honest and innocent.

It was too easy.

“Nothing.” Levi lied smoothly. “I expected nothing from you.”

The condom was burning a hole in his back pocket.

He watched some of the tension visibly relax from Eren’s shoulders. The living room began to smell more like relaxed, safe omega than nervousness and uncertainty. Levi’s lip turned up into a smirk.

Too easy.

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Levi spent the night on the couch after moving Eren into the nest once his sweet thing had fallen asleep. The poor omega had whined in discomfort when Levi picked him up, but snuggled his head into the alpha’s chest, unconsciously seeking out the comforting scent he was putting off. Pride had poured off of him, making him puff up to no one but himself at how Eren was huddling into him.

Gazing down at Eren’s sleeping form had brought forth wave after wave of want and lust, the condom in Levi’s back pocket begging to be put to use. There was a moment when Levi’s resolve wavered and he started to act on his desire, leaning over the omega to caress his cheek and stroke his thumb over the omega’s brow. Eren had snuffled awake at the touch though, eyes cracking open and making a sleepy, questioning noise. It seemed the lingering effects of that other alpha’s drugs only succeeded in making him sick, but not pushing him to complete unconsciousness; Levi suspected if he wanted to have another night like that, he’d have to slip another pill Eren’s way.

Levi had remained bold enough to keep his hand on the omega’s face, shushing his sweet thing to go back to sleep and promising to watch over him during the night. Possibly still so under the hold of exhaustion, the omega hadn’t questioned it and nodded faintly before snuggling back down, returning to his peaceful breathing and occasional, adorable snore.

So much for that. Levi had allowed himself to pout for a bit, put out that he was once again denied his sweet thing’s pussy – and not even from a lack of preparation this time! Unfortunately, the alpha couldn’t take the chance of Eren waking up again, this time with Levi balls deep inside of him and knotting him exactly like he needed. While Eren had been so naïve and sweet up until this point, that was an excellent way to get the cops called on him.

Levi was a resourceful man though, and Eren was apparently not the most proficient when it came to laundry. His prize for the night turned out to be a pair of sexy little black panties that he’d found whilst rummaging through Eren’s laundry. To his excitement, there was a lingering scent of stale slick on the crotch.

He could imagine Eren wearing this exact pair while watching some cheesy romantic movie – one of those where the alpha was mysterious and indifferent to the love-sick omega’s gaze. His sweet thing probably sat on that couch out there, getting wet at the tension between the big strong alpha and the timid little omega. His mind probably substituted himself into the omega’s role on screen and Levi as the alpha, playing out a fantasy for himself as the movie became background noise.

Levi imagined Eren reaching down with two fingers to draw them against himself through the fabric of his pants. Slick beginning to dampen the crotch and those fingertips pressing against the omega’s nub. Imagined the small, needy noises Eren most definitely let out as he circled them there, eyes trained on the screen.

Imagining Eren’s little whimpers and pleas for Levi to touch him, kiss him, knot him, breed him – fuck, he got hard just thinking about it.

When it was all said and done and that movie would be finished, Levi imagined Eren sitting there in a pool of his own juices, trembling from the force of his climax. Probably unable to recount the plot of the movie, but the phantom sensations of Levi all over him fresh in his mind.

He held the black panties to his nose and gave a deep, appreciative sniff. Old and stale, but unmistakably aroused omega. No doubt Eren had stripped them off and tossed them in when he was finished and slipped on a fresh pair, thinking nothing of it. Or had he taken them off while they were still wet and fragrant, purposely putting them here so Levi would find them?

At that thought, he smirked and turned to gaze at Eren’s sleeping form. Oh his naughty little thing…

He had the perfect solution to take care of his little problem.

Locking himself in Eren’s bathroom, he stroked himself furiously over the toilet, legs braced wide and his face pressed to those black panties. All too quickly it was over, trying to keep his moans and heavy breathing muffled in the fabric. The desire to pocket them afterwards had been strong, but Levi resisted and forlornly returned them to the laundry, where they would someday lose the essence that clung to them. It was such a waste…

On the couch later, his dreams were wild that night with the smell of pure, undiluted omega in his nose. Eren had writhed on his knot in his dreams, heat-crazed and wanting, never satisfied before begging Levi for more, harder, again.

The erection he’d awoken with had been impressive as well, but with no telling when Eren would wake up, Levi had to unfortunately ignore it and try and will it away. The scent of the alpha’s arousal would be far too potent to cover up if he indulged now.

A chorus of pops reverberated from his back as he sat up on the couch. While it hadn’t been the best place of rest for a man of his age, he wouldn’t have gone anywhere else. Lazing in Eren’s scent all night had been one hell of an experience, even if it was second hand. Had to take his passing pleasures where he could get them.

Rubbing a hand over his face to wipe away some of the grogginess, Levi grunted as he got up off the couch and got to work in the kitchen. Having been in the apartment before, it was fairly easy to locate where the necessary things were. Soon, the lovely aroma of coffee drifted through the air. Levi hated the stuff, but based on Eren’s elaborate machine and bean grinder, the omega enjoyed it. He could set aside his distaste for one morning. Accompanying the steady drip of coffee was the crisp crackle of frying bacon and the warm scent of toasting bread.

Apparently, that was enough to draw out one particular bleary-eyed, bed-headed omega.

“Levi?” Eren’s voice sounded from behind him, soft with sleep. Levi turned around, finding Eren rubbing one eye while he gazed over the alpha’s workings. “You stayed over?”

Levi frowned. “I did. I told you when I put you to bed – I wanted to be here in case you threw up again.”

Eren’s forehead crinkled. “Oh, I don’t remember leaving the couch…”

Instantly, Levi mourned the revelation. So, he really could have continued and Eren would have been none the wiser in the morning…

Fuck, what a missed opportunity. 

Instead of letting his negative thoughts show, the alpha plastered on his warmest, friendliest smile, which actually wasn’t that hard…

“Oh! Well, I hope this isn’t me intruding then, I figured you’d be asleep longer. You had a nasty reaction last night.”

Eren groaned as he shuffled towards his kitchen table. “You’re telling me. Again, I’m so sorry.”

Levi waved a hand at him, returning to his cooking. “Nonsense. It’s no trouble.” He heard a sigh behind him, followed by a mutter of something he couldn’t distinguish. “Hmm?” sending a questioning sound in the omega’s direction.

“Ha… nothing, don’t mind me.”

Levi peeked at him out of the corner of his eyes, spying pink adorning those tan cheeks. He allowed a small smirk to pull at his lip. He took a break from the bacon to set a cup of coffee down in front of the omega, maybe somewhat eager to see that throat bobbing again. Part of him hoped Eren would take a sip and burn his tongue so Levi could stride over and smash their lips together, intent on kissing it better. He’d heard old wives’ tales about an alpha’s saliva having healing properties for their mates. That was something he’d have to try out – Eren being his lovely test subject. But of course, that was all wishful thinking in their current moment.

When the food was done, Levi arranged two plates and the pair sat at the breakfast table like it was the most normal thing in the world and Levi loved every minute of it. It satisfied some primal urge inside of him to watch his chosen omega be provided for. Levi’s alpha was certain that they were a match made in heaven. Honestly, what couldn’t Levi give him? Food, safety, satisfaction, love: Eren would have it all.

Laughter like liquid gold freely twirled through the air along with a calm, happy omega scent. Marking that scent with his own possessive pheromones would be the only thing that could possibly make Eren smell better right now. Waking up to Eren’s voice and his musical laughter every day was going to be a dream come true. Imagining slow mornings with steam curling from their cups, Eren’s loving eyes on him while the alpha drank in the sight of his mark on Eren’s neck. Soon their lives would be perfect. Eren was just going to have to trust Levi. And wasn’t he already doing such a good job of that?

Levi puffed with pride, goofy smile on his face and his couch-tousled hair probably making him look a fool.

All too soon, it was time for him to say goodbye and get work done back in his apartment. Bidding Eren farewell, the alpha took one last deep inhale of paradise and shut the door behind him.

Yep. He wasn’t going to wash these clothes until the scent of Eren’s apartment faded.

“See you in a few days, Levi!”

The alpha paused in his doorway, key still in the lock as he brought in his groceries. Eren was gliding past him with a parting smile and a duffle bag slung over his back. A smile pulled at his lips as his omega waved goodbye. 

“Have fun at your mom’s.” Levi called as he shouldered his door fully open. 

“You remembered!”

Levi’s smile turned darker, hidden from Eren’s gaze. “Of course. Good listener, remember?”

Eren’s sunshine laughter was his only parting sound. 

Levi plopped his bags on his kitchen counter and quickly unpacked everything. How could he forget the thing he’d looked forward to all weekend? After Eren’s little problem on Friday and that amazingly domestic morning together, they hadn’t seen much of each other. Eren had been busy with some school work and Levi had caught up on paper work he’d been neglecting, but the two had been texting consistently. 

Now Eren’s apartment was going to be wide open and unattended for a few days. A haven for Levi to enjoy. 

Once all his groceries were put away and a quick check to the lot to see Eren’s car gone, Levi sprang into action. Most people were away at work at this hour, so there were no passing obstacles as the alpha climbed the steps to his prize. Whole, unmonitored days in Eren’s apartment. Oh, the plans he had…

“Hah! Oh Eren, yes, yes! Just like that baby.”

Levi moaned freely, splayed out on his back in Eren’s bed, fucking up into his hand. His pants were pushed just barely below his waist from where he’d hastily pulled himself free. The alpha had wrestled with them the moment he’d fallen into the blankets, simply unable to get his dick out quick enough to quell the throbbing need that was suffocating behind the material of his jeans. Easing the slide was a generous palmful of one of Eren’s lotions the alpha had snatched from the dresser. Hot palm encircling his stiff erection and the comfortable, squishy nest below him that smelt of home. Undeniable, urgent need to claim circling like a whispering snake in his head. 

His omega. His. 

Levi groaned louder, blood thrumming with excitement and desire. Generous beads of cum dribbled from his tip, eager to breed an omega that wasn’t there to accept it. Planting his nose in one of Eren’s heavily scented pillows, Levi squeezed himself harder and stroked faster.

This was what he’d needed. His alpha soothed by his omega’s scent all around him.

His sweet thing’s nest was inviting and homey, making Levi ache for him all the more – an omega that built an excellent nest held plenty of implications. Without a doubt, Eren was going to be a terrific mother to their pups. He’d take Levi’s knot like he was born for it.

Each stroke continued faster and faster to the image of Eren swollen large with their pups, curled up in this very nest, doe-eyed and soft for him. This was only the first few minutes of his time to enjoy Eren’s apartment and it was already splendid and mind-shattering. It was liberating to be as loud as he wanted, swimming in the delectable, nearly maddening, scent of his omega. 

A few more pumps and Levi was spilling warm cum over his fist and down the side of his shaft, groaning and twitching his hips as he held pressure on his knot. The alpha side of him wanted to flip over and grind his softening dick into the nest, smearing it with his cum and musk, but Levi held fast on his instincts. Eren wouldn’t appreciate an unwanted visitor in his nest marking up and claiming all his hard work. 

But maybe… Levi wasn’t unwanted? 

He pondered it for a moment; hadn’t Eren been fairly receptive to his advances so far? Wouldn’t this be a blatant indicator that Levi wanted to mate? It could be a good thing. 

It had him wondering how Eren might react after coming home from visiting his dam. Wouldn’t the strong, virile musk of Levi’s come in his nest signal that it was time for Eren to be pupped himself? That there was an alpha ready to breed him up and mate him?

He had to physically jerk himself back, almost doing just that, dick hovering a breath above the soft bedding of Eren’s nest. A small drool of cum almost dripped from his tip, but Levi quickly caught it in his hand. 

No, he couldn’t do that just yet. Eren was interested, but marking his nest while he was away was rude. Levi was a better alpha than that. A nest was a place to mate and raise pups. A place for an omega to remain safe while the alpha protected it. Infiltrating his home while he was away was not the same as being invited in. 

Eren felt safe here; Levi couldn’t fuck that up. Marking the nest could come after. There was other work to be done first. 

Sure, maybe Levi pouted a bit as he rinsed his sticky hands off in the sink, but he had to keep reminding himself that it would all be worth it soon. There were plenty of other things he could do in the meantime in place of marking his future mate’s nest. 

With his lust sated for the time being, Levi started going through Eren’s apartment much more thoroughly than he had during his inspection. No nick-knack was left untouched, no photo left unstudied. Little moments of his sweet thing’s life strewn across surfaces and memories hanging from the walls. It made his heart glow. His fingers trailed the edges of Eren’s bookshelf, immensely pleased when it came away clean of dust. 

Eren was going to decorate their walls with moments like that – this time, with him and Levi. Later down the line with pictures of their pups. A new, better life would be shown on their walls. 

On the second day, Levi took some time to himself in Eren’s shower. Thoroughly enjoying the warm water cascading down his shoulders and lathering himself in his omega’s shampoo and body wash. It was a tad bit fruitier than he’d pick for himself, but he knew from experience that it complemented Eren’s natural fragrance. Like this, Levi could pretend that Eren had scent marked him, for all the world to smell. This alpha had the favor of the most beautiful omega ever. Far kinder to Levi than the alpha had been to him yesterday. 

Yes – where Levi held back and waited, Eren freely gave. His smiles, his time, and now, his scent. The omega was giving everything to Levi, piece by piece. Gestures like these were what contained Levi’s wild needs and wants. When Eren’s scent clung to his skin for just a moment, he could find the strength within to keep his plan going. In the end, Eren was the one leading himself right into Levi’s open, waiting arms. Where he could seek safety and comfort, sate his lust, and be held with the adoration of a proud alpha. Levi’s most cherished possession. 

Stepping out of the steam and onto the fluffy bath rug, Levi spied a towel hanging on the rack. Upon closer inspection and a sniff to the cloth, Levi concluded that this would be the perfect thing to end off his little spa session with. Indulging, he dried himself off before wrapping Eren’s towel around his waist to luxuriate around in for a bit. He smelled like his omega, so who was to say Levi was ever there at all?

Having a towel heavily scenting of Eren rubbing against his crotch and lower regions had an interested spark growing in his veins. Something else was growing too, making Levi rather proud when he looked over himself in the mirror. 

Well, Eren had given and given; it was about time Levi returned the favor for his sweet little thing. His deft, eager fingers found the bottle of body wash with ease, plucking it from its perch in the shower. 

Leaned up against the counter and one hand cupping himself through the cloth, Levi squeezed himself, tilting his head back and letting his eyes flutter shut. A special gift, all for Eren. 

He worked himself up, grinding his heel against his straining erection and graduating to stroking himself against the delicious smelling towel. Finally finding the fabric constricting, Levi lovingly peeled it off and buried his face in it, moaning and humming happily as he jerked his now bare cock in Eren’s bathroom. Each languid stroke had goosebumps appearing in anticipation, his instincts alive with the prospect of marking Eren in his scent. Any alpha that caught a whiff of him would be wary of the one whose possessive, lustful scent clung to that perfect, tanned skin.

A dark rumble sounded in his chest, breath catching as he pleasured himself with delightful, sinful images and that beautiful scent of oranges. Hastily he uncapped the body wash, feeling his peak near. Oh, Eren would be so proud to wear his scent, and Levi even prouder for providing it. 

Blessed images of Eren massaging that creamy white body wash into his skin, bathing in Levi’s cum and possibly touching himself in the shower to the underlying scent shot Levi over the edge. Nudging his dick at the top of the bottle, Levi emptied load after load into it, laughing a bit to himself. How had he never thought of this before? This was perfect. 

Once he’d drained himself dry, milking himself for all he was worth into Eren’s body wash, he recapped the bottle and mixed it up, proudly replacing it to its spot. It shouldn’t be long now; once Eren had Levi’s scent soaking on his skin, he’d become even more receptive to the alpha’s advances. Never hurt to have a little leverage on his side. 

He hung Eren’s towel back up and stalked naked through the bedroom, confident and at ease, just as at home in Eren’s apartment as his own. The nest beckoned invitingly to him, teasing Levi with the promise of a good, restful sleep. Almost as if Eren was saying, “Come here, alpha, look what I’ve made for you.” 

Bedding down alone in his den had been fine, but something in Levi knew that a nap in the nest made by his future mate would be a most pleasurable affair. His masturbation session the day before could testify to it. 

While it was still earlier in the day, there wasn’t much Levi had to do. He could spare a nap – lounging around in his sweet things scent. Eren had made such a beautiful nest, what kind of alpha would he be if he didn’t appreciate the hard labor his omega did for him? He wasn’t ungrateful! 

Gleefully, he curled up in the sea of blankets and pillows, stretching out to fully appreciate the softness of it and the way each pillow had been lovingly placed, each blanket expertly woven in. Eren’s love for him was evident. This nest was the perfect size for him and Levi. Soon, Levi would help him build a bigger one – one that could house their whole family with room for more. Draping one blanket over himself, Levi snuggled down, the barest rattles of an alpha purr in his chest. 

Sleep took him no trouble. Thoroughly sated and coated in his omega’s scent, Levi was tumbling into an easy sleep in seconds, nose buried in a cushion radiating sunlight. 

The turning of the deadbolt had his eyes shooting open, ears zeroing in on that sentencing sound. Fear flooded the alpha's veins, aiding him enough sense to shoot out of the nest and dive into Eren's open closet, as stark naked as the day he’d been born. 

He managed to pull it mostly shut before weight shifted from behind the front door and it creaked fully open, forcing him to stop and tuck himself into the racks of hanging clothes to try and hide himself. The closet wasn’t open all the way, but it was cracked a significant amount. Enough that he had to pray his scent was still covered by Eren’s shampoo and from rolling around in his nest. 

His heart pounded and his mind raced. Eren said he’d be gone for at least three or four days; this wasn’t supposed to happen! How was he going to explain this? If he’d just been smarter and put on his clothes after the shower, he could at least fabricate a lie that he’d been doing repairs. But of course, that wasn’t an option now. Repairs weren’t commonly done naked! 

A quick look at some of Eren’s clothes hanging around him told him that they wouldn’t be convincing if he put them on. His omega dressed like… well, an omega. Levi as an alpha wouldn’t be caught dead in short shorts or a skimpy top. Besides, that might actually be worse – being found dressed in Eren’s clothes. 

Trying to quiet his racing thoughts, Levi strained his ears, hoping that maybe he could possibly pinpoint where in the apartment Eren was. If he could get an estimate, he could possibly hope to make a mad dash when the omega’s back was turned and race to his own apartment. Yet, that would leave his pile of clothes abandoned on the bathroom floor, which would be just as much evidence as finding the alpha hiding nude in the closet. Not to mention, Levi wasn’t very fond of streaking it all the way to his floor. 

God, Levi was so royally fucking screwed. He’d gotten too cocky, too comfortable. He mentally face palmed. All his hard work and now he’d gone and thrown it all away in a matter of days. 

Footsteps shuffled from outside Eren’s bedroom door. They carried into the kitchen where he heard the tap run. Some clanging and fumbling sounded before the noise changed to something being filled up. Levi breathed out slowly, perhaps there was still time to make a break for it. Slowly, he wandered out of his shield of clothes, creeping forward and tasting the air by the cracked door. 

The smooth, gentle smell of omega greeted him. Following closely behind was the undertones of salt water and coconut. Levi instantly stilled, blinking in surprise. 

What? That wasn’t Eren’s scent. Who the hell was in Eren’s apartment? 

His eyes narrowed and his skin prickled in irritation. A flair of annoyance settled in his gut. By default, when Eren wasn’t here to defend his nest, Levi would step in as the alpha. This was his territory. And Levi did not appreciate trespassers, omega or not. An angered rumble started to build in his chest, all rational thought going out of his mind and instincts honing in on the intruder meandering around in the kitchen. 

Suddenly the tap shut off and Levi broke off his rumble, eyes widening as he realized his instincts were only going to get him in further trouble. Whoever was in the kitchen was breathing loud enough for Levi to hear. The alpha could taste the hesitation and slight fear as the omega’s scent shifted. 

Stupid! Levi scolded himself, berating his inner alpha and forcing himself to swallow his aggression, returning to his hiding place like a whipped dog. Whoever was in the apartment had a key. Logically, that meant Eren had given it to them. That also meant this was likely a friend of Eren’s, who would also know that Eren was gone right now and did not have an alpha. 

Yet.   

“H-Hello?” A timid voice called out. Levi kept silent and tried to even his breathing. Logically, he knew the clothes muffled majority of the sound, but he was just as terrified as the owner of the voice. The moment stretched, hearing the owner of the voice shuffle closer to the bedroom door, unease souring their scent. Levi’s internal monologue was screaming every insult in the book at himself. In what world was announcing his presence like that, aggressively, going to play out well? How would he explain what he was doing in one of his tenant’s apartments, naked?

If this friend of Eren’s found him here, it would be over. They’d tell Eren that Levi was in his apartment while he was gone, probably spinning it to make the alpha look bad. Then the whole thing would come crumbling down. There would be too many questions. Wild conclusions would be drawn. They wouldn’t listen to him when he’d say that it was honestly out of love, that he’d never hurt his sweet thing. He loved Eren, more than anything else in this world. Levi was simply seeking comfort in his omega’s absence. Was that so hard for them to understand? 

They’d see an unmated alpha, slinking around an unmated omega’s nest and assume they knew what was going on. They didn’t have the slightest clue. 

The stranger stepped another foot forward, calling out again, louder this time. Squeaking of the door hinges signaled that they had gotten brave enough to explore. Levi’s lip curled as he considered another choice; possibly a bit more drastic than he’d hoped, but he refused to lose Eren. Levi needed his sweet little omega like he needed breath in his lungs. 

Would be a shame if a friend of Eren’s went missing…

Something like that would be tragic for his sweet thing. While Eren would cry, it’d only be for a little while, surely. Give or take a few months, Eren would get over the death of this omega currently poking his nose where he didn’t belong. Levi would be there to support him through it all – a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen. He’d cover Eren in kisses to chase that fleeting sadness away until he understood that all he really needed to be happy was Levi. 

His fingers curled into a fist, daring to take a step closer to the cracked door, ready for whatever he needed to protect Eren. Protect them. 

Another step. 

The entire apartment seemed to hold its breath. 

A sudden jolt from the AC unit as the system roared to life, rattling obnoxiously loud compared to the tense silence. The suspense had both of them jumping out of their skin – the stranger a bit more obvious than Levi. After a quick second passed, the spooked scent of omega began to mellow and the stranger let out a breathy laughter as they returned to their task. No doubt they were shaking their head, already muttering to themselves as they chalked up the noise to the old complex building; Levi relaxed, he could live with that. 

How lucky that omega had been just then. Another step and Levi would have had to get rid of him. He was happy he didn’t have to cause Eren the pain of losing a friend. 

With the white noise of the air system, it was a bit harder to hear what was going on outside, but Levi really didn’t care as long as the strange omega did what they had to do and left. It did allow for him to release a breath of relief, though. Faintly, he could hear water sloshing from the living room as footsteps padded by the bedroom door. His brow furrowed in confusion. 

What even was this friend doing? 

There was a quiet, muted sound like peeing before it clicked for Levi.

Had Eren really called a friend over to water plants? He was only going to be gone for four days! The alpha scowled. All this trouble and stress for a plant to get a lousy drink. 

The sound of a phone dialing caught Levi’s interest, irritation still simmering through him. It vanished in an instant when the call connected and the lovely voice of his omega spilled out of the speaker. 

“Armin! What’s up?” The voice of his dreams spoke cheerfully.

“Geez Eren, you could have warned me!” The stranger, Armin, replied back, exasperated. “Your AC unit is terrible! I nearly shit myself when it turned on earlier.” Snickers erupted from the phone. “I was getting ready to water your plants and I heard this freak noise – thought I was about to die one of those horror movie deaths.” 

The two omegas shared a laugh, Levi listening carefully from the closet the whole time.

“Oh yeah, sorry about that. Scared me too when I first moved in. I should’ve talked to Levi about that months ago – first thing on my to-do list when I get back home. Promise.” Eren reassured his friend. 

“Who’s Levi?”

“My landlord, he’s super chill. I’m sure he’ll be happy to fix it for me.”

The alpha could practically hear the wrinkle of Armin’s nose from here. “You call your landlord by his first name? I’ve never heard of a landlord that is ‘happy’ to do maintenance. Usually they just paint over the problem.” Eren snorted, then replied, “I’ve only started to get to know him better these past few weeks; he’s the one that chased off the alpha who roofied me.” 

Armin made a disgusted sound. “Oh good, because fuck that guy. Also, when were you going to tell me you had an alpha over in your apartment? Don’t even bother lying, I can smell it.” The omega warned, making it very clear he wasn’t going to let it go.

Levi’s blood ran cold. Fuck, Armin could smell him? He knew he was here? 

“It’s nothing, Levi stayed over on Friday night because I was sick. He’s actually really sweet.”

“What?! You let an alpha stay over in your apartment? Is he mated?” The omega practically shouted.

“Calm down, Armin, Levi wouldn’t do anything, I promise. He seems strange at first, but he’s actually really protective and thoughtful about all the tenants. He slept on the couch that night – that’s probably what you’re smelling. He even made me breakfast the next morning!” Eren gushed, making Levi’s cheeks heat up and his stressed mood lift at the omega’s endearing praise.

Armin didn’t seem to be buying it. “I don’t know, you probably shouldn’t let him do that again. The scent is potent as fuck… You also didn’t answer my question, is he mated?”

There was a pause and Levi started to get annoyed for Eren. Why did Armin have to ask so many damn questions? Couldn’t he see Eren was fine?!

“He’s unmated, but it’s not like that –”

“Eren!” Armin interrupted shrilly, “You can’t let an unmated alpha in your apartment while you’re drugged! They’re always super pushy and territorial. What if he raped you or something?”

Levi scowled. He really didn’t like this Armin guy. How dare he suggest that Levi expressing his love for Eren was anything short of pure and honest?

“Ok, I wasn’t drugged for real, so that doesn’t count.” Eren said snippily. “It’s really not like that, so calm down. I’m fine and I know what I’m doing. Levi’s just an older alpha who actually gives a damn about his tenants. Is that a crime?”

Armin grumbled incoherently to himself before sighing. “Alright, you stubborn ass, but be careful.”

“Always do.”

“Uh huh, sure. I’m finishing up in your apartment now. Say hello to Carla for me and have fun while you’re up there.”

“Will do. Thanks Armin, you’re the best. I’ll be back Thursday night.”

“What time? ‘Kasa and I are going to head to Marco’s for dinner around 6 if you want to join us.”

“Ah shoot, I won’t make it. I’ll be back late, probably around 9ish. You guys have fun though!”

“Aw ok, we’ll get together some other time, deal?”

“Deal!”

The call ended and Armin finished up his godforsaken task in Eren’s living room. Footsteps came by the bedroom door again and paused for a second, resuming with some muttering and fading out into the entryway. The front door opened and then shut, followed by the definitive sound of the dead bolt snicking back into place.

Levi’s entire frame sagged as the tension was blissfully expelled from his body. That had been too close for comfort. 

The alpha stalked out of the closet, grumpily snatching his clothes from Eren’s bathroom and shrugging them on. Couldn’t a man enjoy himself in peace anymore? There always seemed to be something to interrupt his good times. Levi swore they’d have a proper, undisrupted time to themselves as soon as Eren came home. 

His poor little omega obviously needed his alpha’s touch again. From the sounds of the phone call, Eren was incredibly receptive to his efforts so far. It pleased Levi greatly to hear his sweet thing defend him so. Such a good omega. He should reward him.

Those little white pills were begging to be used. 

Eren returned home none the wiser. 

His omega had gone about unpacking and getting ready for bed, brushing his teeth as he went about tossing dirty clothes from his duffle into the hamper. Levi took it all in as the omega moved around, watching the shadows shift on the bed skirt with a cool expression. It disappointed him slightly that the shower had never turned on, some part of him hoping that Eren would lather himself up in Levi’s scent. 

That was ok. Eren was probably just tired from the drive. His mother lived in Maria, which was a good few hours away. 

She worked as a waitress at a brewery in a run down town called Shiganshina for the past decade and a half. The Yeager family had lived in that little house for as long as Eren had been alive. And Eren’s sire had died a while ago, back when the omega was in his early teens. 

Levi wondered how often Eren saw his alphan half-brother….

Honestly, Google was free and easy; Levi had all of yesterday to snoop and dig up information, both in Eren’s apartment and online. 

So, no, it wasn’t weird that he knew the names of all the schools Eren attended as a child or that he was in the local paper as a pup for his community service, gap toothed smile immortalized forever on page 4. The alpha didn’t think it invasive to make an anonymous account to follow Eren’s Instagram page – it was public, afterall – or that he screenshotted all 104 posts the omega had. 

The information was there, so why not use it?

The omega was the spitting image of his dam, really. Strong, healthy genes and a determined, eager glint in both their eyes. Levi had to wonder who their pup would take after. 

Anyways, as Eren finished up his nightly routine and climbed into his nest, Levi’s heart raced in excitement. The scent left behind would be faint and muddled, masked by Eren’s own, but it should be there regardless. Eren’s reaction was what Levi had been waiting on all day and night. Eren’s soft snuffling made him bite his lip, the omega’s weight making the bed frame shift overtop of him. There was a pause and then he heard Eren settle down. 

Pride burned through Levi’s belly. Or lust… could have been both…

Eren still accepted the nest. Whether he noticed any harsher undertones on the fabric or not, his omega would be sleeping in the place Levi warmed for him while he was gone. But of course, he never laid in Eren’s nest without using Eren’s shower and giving a healthy coat of scent blocker to his neck glands. The alpha couldn’t be more pleased regardless; deep within, Levi’s alpha insisted some part of him lingered on the nest. Absently, he squeezed himself through his sweats, cock lazily stiff as it always went in the presence of his sweet thing. 

So close to Eren, yet so far…. If he truly desired, Levi could shimmy out from under the bed and touch, but for now he lay on his back, eyelashes fluttering as he quietly rubbed a palm over himself, listening to Eren’s breathing. 

It was peaceful like that for a while, like two lovers appreciating the gentle presence of each other in the dark. Levi was content with just hearing Eren above him, so sweet and on the cusp of sleep.

Except, Levi was hiding under Eren’s bed and the omega unaware of his pining lover staring holes up through the mattress at him. And his poor omega was now fidgeting. 

Eren seemed to be having a tough time falling asleep, tossing and turning, the metal bed frame above Levi creaking with each irritated huff. Oranges coated all of Levi’s senses and the entirety of the room it seemed. The omega’s scent was always so potent and enchanting. Damn, Eren smelled delectable. He dared to grind the heel of his palm into his throbbing groin, biting his lip to stifle any noises that longed to creep out.

Hair stood up on the back of his neck when Eren let out a sudden, loud sigh and clicked his lamp on, heart pounding as he gripped his dick in fear. That fear that tore through him only served to make his erection grow, excited at the threat of being found out. Part of him wanted Eren to find him here. Longed for Eren to discover him. Bring the whole game to a halt and give Levi his prize right now. Pin Eren to the bed and fuck him so good and right….

But Eren did not lean over the bed to yank up the skirt, much to Levi’s disappointment. 

Instead, he heard more rustling and the soft thump of fabric near his head, making him jump and his cock throb. Just between the floor and the bottom of the skirt fabric, he spied a lump of discarded fabric. 

Eren’s sleep shorts. Smelling deliciously, sinfully rich of something so distinctly Eren it made his mouth water and his hand slowly start stroking again. 

The night stand rattled as the drawer was yanked open. Levi’s mouth went dry. He’d been through that drawer so many times – had its contents memorized, much like the rest of everything else in Eren’s apartment. The only things in there were a small, unused bottle of lube, the knotting dildo, and a half-gone box of tissues.  

Eren retrieved his dildo and rolled back into place in the nest. The bed quivered a few times and Levi could imagine the omega shuffling into place. He closed his eyes and prepared for the show, languidly fondling himself through his sweats. He could nearly cry from the anticipation.

Eren was so good to him. Levi almost didn’t deserve him.

But he did. 

…

Eren was his.

And that was evident in the way his sweet thing was about to let his alpha hear how beautiful he sounded when he came on a knot.

Eren finally seemed to settle, all becoming quiet in the little room. Even Levi stopped his stroking to hold his breath. The seconds ticked by before he heard it. There!

A small gasp and the faint sound of a blunt tip being introduced to a slick entrance. All sounds were muted through the fabric of the bed skirt, but Levi strained his ears as if listening to the final earthly message from God himself, hanging onto every sound like it could grant him blessed redemption from simply hearing a whisper of it. 

Eren groaned, even more muffled than before, most likely pressing his face into a pillow. Levi frowned; that certainly wouldn’t do. When he finally had Eren under him, he’d make the omega spill all his pretty moans for him to hear so clearly and sweetly, mouth agape from the pure pleasure Levi gave him, panting and crying to show his alpha how much he appreciated being fucked. 

Levi could hear him thrusting the dildo in and out – the slight sounds of sticky wetness being displaced. Behind closed eyes, it was far too easy to see his dick disappearing into Eren’s expectant pussy. Slowly, Levi shifted himself closer to the edge of Eren’s bed, maneuvering himself so his head was just a bit closer to Eren’s discarded shorts, chasing the heady scent of Eren’s rising arousal. It was a drug – one Levi would never get enough of. 

Once he marked and bred Eren as his own, how could he ever be expected to part from his sweet thing? Especially once the dizzying smell of pregnancy began to tinge his scent. Levi would be all over him, addicted and never satisfied. He couldn’t wait. 

As Eren worked himself on the dildo, his pants became breathier, voice hitching as he began to whimper and groan, giving off the sweetest ‘hah!’s as the creamy sound of his slick grew louder and more desperate. 

What position had he settled into? Levi wondered, tracing the outline of his tented erection with his fingertips. Was he on his back, hips undulating to fuck himself onto the fake cock? Or on his stomach, knees forward to raise his ass high with frantic, desperate hands pushing it in and out of his presented cunt? God, Levi was dying to know. What he wouldn’t give to see Eren in all his glory, working himself on a pretty cock, coming undone after just a short while, eager and craving a knot. 

There was a growing wet spot on the front of Levi’s sweatpants. Concerning. Eren might be able to hear Levi’s orgasmic groans and smell his cum if he went any farther. 

With the lent power of every deity known and unknown to mankind, Levi pulled his trembling hand from his dick. His alpha howled in rage, demanding he satiate his needs and show the omega his desire, but Levi steeled himself, mouth set firm and face a mask of cold disappointment and longing, nails digging into his palms. Above him, Eren came undone, a definite slapping sound growing as he hurled towards orgasm. 

“Nhh! Ah, alpha, please! Unh – yes! Right there… There!” Eren’s pleas were so desperate, so full of passion and yearning. Levi could give him all he asked for. He could make those sweet noises spill from Eren’s mouth, given the chance. 

Levi was definitely crying now. An angel was speaking above him, whispering words that would play over and over in his dreams for eternity. This was his heaven, his god, now. Without Eren, Levi would know no peace, serve no purpose if he could not be near Eren. Have him, hold him, taste him. 

When Eren came, Levi did too, his hands by his sides clenched in trembling fists.

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Underneath the bed, Levi remained vigilant, unmoving for what felt like hours. After cumming, he’d held his breath, certain Eren would find him out. He hadn’t meant to do that — he’d tried so hard to control himself, keep his orgasm at bay, but alas, he was but a lowly man, a slave to Eren and his ethereal beauty.

Eren didn’t find him. 

The omega had laid in bed, huffing quietly while enjoying his knot, until the toy finally released. Like a good omega, Eren had gotten up and cleaned it before coming back to bed and slipping beneath the sheets. Levi had watched the shapes move just beyond the bed skirt, mind wondering how such a perfect omega could exist. The fates had led them together. It was divine intervention, surely. Levi stayed up while Eren drifted off to sleep, safe and secure in the nest. Just like an alpha was supposed to do; it was his duty to stand guard over the nest while his omega rested. As long as Levi was alive, Eren was safe. 

Now, Eren’s soft breaths had turned deep and peaceful. Asleep. He had been for some time now. Still, Levi had remained underneath, just to make sure. But it had become too much to wait any longer.

Tentatively, he slid from under the bed, his movements slow, controlled — quiet. Eren’s breathing remained the same. Levi couldn’t help but to lift Eren’s discarded sleep shorts to his nose and breathe deeply. His eyes fell shut as he inhaled his omega’s rich scent. It coated his tongue in a pleasant film. He blinked his eyes open blearily, nearly scent-drunk from one whiff. Oh Eren, the only drug a man like him could ever crave. 

He crept to the sleeping form on the bed before standing and looming over him. Eren was asleep in his nest, as expected, sandwiched between two cushions with his face buried in a smaller one. His beautiful brown hair spilled across his shoulders and blankets, obscuring his lovely face from the alpha. Twisted wads of blankets created a web of coverage over various parts of the omega — some strewn over his middle, a foot tucked under one at the end. It was endearing. His little Eren, all snuggled in. He could imagine a few wriggling pups tucked in with him too, snuffling into the omega’s chest with their eyes still shut. The air would be warm with the scent of happy, safe pups and a content, well-bred omega.

Their positions made him reminisce how similar it was to that one afternoon all those weeks ago. It had been almost a month now, hadn’t it? A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he fondly remembered how good it had felt to touch himself whilst gazing upon his beloved. 

His cock twitched at the thought, eager and ready to gift a load to the omega. He supposed he could indulge himself a bit. That’s what Eren would want for him. Yes, his wonderful, beautiful omega would absolutely want Levi to relieve himself of the heat simmering in his groin. Because Eren was just that thoughtful and selfless. A perfect mate. Once they were mated, Eren would bend over for him at the slightest shift of Levi’s scent, eager and slicking for his alpha. So good for him. 

Levi cupped himself through his sweatpants, massaging himself as he thought up all the lovely times they’d have together soon enough. Imagined Eren’s pretty pink lips stretched wide around his cock, bobbing his head sensually as his tongue worked at the underside. He quickly took himself out, stroking in time with Dream Eren’s movements. The real Eren didn’t so much as twitch where he was splayed out on his bed. But that was ok. His lovely omega needed his sleep, given how busy he always was. 

The alpha would bet money that Eren was dreaming of him too. In that pretty little head of his, there was surely a lewd dream playing out of him leaning back and spreading his legs for Levi to see between. Putting his pink, throbbing pussy on display as it leaked enticing, warm slick, beckoning Levi in for a taste. Eren would spill the most beautiful moans as Levi ate him out like a starved man, unable to comprehend the pleasure of Levi massaging his clit, digging his tongue in and relentlessly fucking that pretty hole. 

And once Levi had guided him to a monumental, earth-shattering orgasm that would leave his ears ringing for a bit, his sweet thing would scramble to his knees and swallow the alpha down. Despite Levi’s whole world revolving around Eren’s pleasure, the omega would surely strain himself to reciprocate at any given opportunity. They were a match made in heaven, sent to the earthen world to find each other once again. Life mates stretching beyond the physical realm. Their souls were forever intertwined. 

Dropping his head back to rest it against the wall, Levi watched Eren’s sleeping form through half-lidded eyes as he stroked himself. He couldn't wait for the real thing. His eyes darted to Eren’s laundry once more and a smile crept onto his face. Well, he could have almost the real thing. Besides, he needed somewhere to cum into once he finished, as much as he loathed to waste precious seed when his sweet thing was right there. 

Levi idly stroked himself as he picked through the laundry with his unoccupied hand. There wasn’t much this time around, but it was fresh — most of it he’d watch Eren toss in from his duffle bag. There was an assortment to choose from. He settled for a pretty pink pair with lace at the hips. These would quickly become his favorite, Levi determined. He couldn’t wait to specifically request Eren wear these so he’d have something special to unwrap when he got home. 

The scent that clung to them was strong. He couldn’t resist darting his tongue out to lick. God, Eren must be beautiful in this one. That sparked an idea in him. Releasing his cock, he went to the bed and carefully laid the panties on Eren’s lower half, just to see, just to imagine. Though it wasn’t the same as seeing his sweet thing bare in nothing but that pair, Levi had always been known for his avid imagination. Picturing it was no problem. 

Standing tall again, he resumed pleasuring himself. For once, his movements weren’t frantic or rushed; he simply enjoyed existing in his omega’s space, breathing in the gentle scent of his home and watching Eren sleep so peacefully. A soft, indecipherable groan left his mouth as he gave himself languid strokes. Sometimes it was nice to just enjoy the pleasure. Once Eren and he had mated, they’d spend so many hours exploring each other’s bodies (Eren more so than Levi — the alpha was sure he had every inch of the omega memorized by now). In the mornings, they’d wake slowly, grinding lazily into each other. Sex would be as normal as breathing. Eren would take his time pleasuring Levi, draw it out. He’d mouth along the alpha’s cock, looking up at him from under his eyelashes — so coy, yet utterly devoted. 

Levi’s mind drifted back to that blowjob he was thinking about earlier. 

Dream Eren was between his legs, suckling at his cock. Drool ran from the sides of his mouth and he bobbed so slowly, letting the alpha feel every shift of his tongue. When Levi’s cock brushed the back of his throat, just how he remembered it feeling, Eren would relax this time, now conscious and considerate, taking him in nice and deep. Even when he needed air, he’d stay down where he belonged, letting Levi guide his head how he liked. That was where his sweet thing longed to be: right between his legs with that beautiful mouth swallowing down his cock. Levi’s sweet little angel. 

His hand quickened. Dream Eren worked himself up and down his flushed cock in his fantasy, matching the pace of the alpha’s hand. Levi had to hold back his groans, small, hushed breaths still escaping his open mouth. It was still so quiet in Eren’s apartment; the rattle of the AC covered most of the sounds Levi made and the noises of his hand moving up and down his wet, dripping cock. 

A shudder went up his spine. Oh, he couldn’t wait to cum on Eren. It satisfied something primal and deep inside the alpha. This was what he needed — to mark Eren and show that he belonged to him. There was no mistaking that omega was Levi’s. His scent would prove it, his semen a show of ownership. An alpha’s cum was potent and unmistakable. 

His lips worked together, mouthing through the praises he so desperately wanted Eren to hear — what he deserved to hear. How pretty he was, how good he was for his alpha, how sweet he looked wearing those panties. Head tilting back, he went faster. His face was now pointed to the ceiling, expression one of debauched ecstasy, brows drawn together, eyes closed, mouth parted. Wet slaps became slightly louder as his fist worked over his cock enthusiastically. The peak neared and Levi happily chased it.  

With a strained grunt, trying his hardest to be quiet, he came, pumping his cock as ropes of cum landed softly on those pink panties. The white paired so well with the soft, pale pink. It dripped like liquid pearls over the cloth. Pure art to him. Beauty and lust. Pride buzzed in his head as he surveyed the beautiful mess he made with lidded eyes, panting quietly. Eren remained asleep, breathing even and steady as the alpha watched over him. 

His sweet thing. Levi took his phone in his clean hand and snapped a picture. His inner alpha beamed with pride and satisfaction. That was true alpha behavior; scent marking was essential. To do so with come was a show of dominance. Ownership. In Levi’s case: a promise. 

A promise to come back; to do the job better. The next time, it would be on Eren’s skin, inside him, spilling out of him — however he wanted it, Levi would give it to him. 

Carefully, Levi scooped the panties up, bundling them up so none of his gift escaped and ruined the charade. Eren’s panties would now forever bear the mark of his love… until the next wash. Levi would have to return these ones, after all. He’d already taken one pair. As much as he wanted, he wouldn’t dare. This game had no room for selfishness. It was too delicate. Taking these would make Eren suspicious. Unless?

Levi pondered. He guessed he could keep them, just for a while…

Eren had just got back from a trip. Things went missing all the time. They got dropped by accident, misplaced, or left behind. Levi would keep these, just for a few days, then he’d wash them and return them. Eren would be none the wiser as to where they went, probably brushing it off as having left them at his dam’s house or left behind in the duffle bag. Either way, Levi could use this to his advantage. Those panties were his. 

He grinned darkly, fingers tightening around his prize.

Dawn had barely broken the horizon before Levi was wide awake, giddy with excitement. He all but leapt from his bed, clutching the scanty fabric he’d snuggled up with all night, breathing in its calming, but equally rousing scent. Another sweet gift from his omega to treasure. If only it could be forever. He’d hold it near and dear until it was clutched between skeletal fingers, and even then, laid to rest with him so he could cherish it even into the afterlife. 

Their scents melded together seamlessly. Eren and Levi, Levi and Eren. They complemented each other so well. Warm, browning sugar, and citrus mixed with clove and fine tea.

Levi grinned as he got ready, pulling out his knotting toy and replaying how he’d lovingly plucked the pair from where it had been stowed in a bundled heap in Eren’s laundry. This one had been chosen with great care. 

Certainly, Eren wouldn’t miss it for the time Levi looked after them. The alpha would return them soon. He just needed a bit more time, that was all. Not too long — they were already due for a wash; parts of them clung together and soiled the softness of the fabric, and the lace was a little crunchy, but the scent was incredible.

The panties were retrieved for its duties and bunched in his fist as he sided up to his front door, stationed like an eager dog. Eren had some early appointments. Levi wouldn’t dare miss him…

Levi was sweeping the dirt away from his doorstep one morning, taking extra care to get into the grooves of the cement and kick up little puffs of debris and dirt. A bandana tied around his face to protect his sensitive nose. He’d already done the other two doors on his floor, mostly because he knew they wouldn’t do it themselves and he wanted his space to be clean. He hated when the wind blew their crap all over his welcome mat. Mildly engrossed in his task, he didn’t notice when a short, delicate looking omega walked up while his back was turned. 

Underneath the dust, Levi’s nose twitched; his eyes narrowed. Unfamiliar — a threat? He whipped around, pinning the newcomer in a stare. The young man froze, big, baby blue eyes wide in shock. His blond hair ruffled slightly in the breeze, bringing a whiff of him to Levi.

“Who are you?” He grunted, eyeing the stranger reproachfully. 

That scent was scarcely threatening, coming from an omega, but it was one Levi faintly recognized. Color him intrigued. He’d never seen this man before. 

The young omega swallowed nervously, staring right back into Levi’s cold, piercing gaze. Brat had some balls to stare down a strange alpha. He’d give him that much. “A-Armin, sir. I’m here for a visit?” He worded the last part like it was a question, clearly lacking confidence despite his attempts to hold Levi’s gaze.

Armin, huh? That rang a bell. Suspiciously like an Armin Arlert that he remembered being tagged on one of Eren’s instagram posts with ‘photo creds’, hidden in the caption. Upon closer inspection to Armin’s profile — with hopes to see more pictures of his beautiful sweet — it had been a dull disappointment to find that Armin never posted anything other than shitty scenery photography and one lone picture of a crusty white dog that was positively hideous.

Eren mentioned that name on the phone as well. Levi took another sniff to the air under the cloth — salty sea breeze and fresh coconut. Well shit. He looked him up and down. Low and behold, the terror of the apartment was this scrappy little omega that nearly ruined everything….

“Who are you here for?” He said suspiciously. He already knew the answer, but it was fun messing with the measly little thing. Call it payback for scaring the shit out of him in that closet. 

“Um…” the omega gulped, “Eren Yeager?” Everything was always a question with this one, wasn’t it?

Levi purposely let the silence stretch on, not blinking. Armin looked halfway to pissing himself. 

The blond omega started to open his mouth, “Uh— I can, call him, if you need proo—”

“Third floor.” Levi deadpanned, abruptly turning around and toeing his welcome mat over to sweep underneath. Behind him, he heard a sharp, “eep!”, as the skittish little thing bolted up the stairwell as soon as he could. Underneath his bandana, Levi allowed himself to smirk. 

It was nearing the wee hours of the morning — much too early for anyone to be up yet, but here Levi was, creeping up the flights of stairs. His footfalls were soft, maintaining stealth and allowing him to ascend the steps like a shadow. There was a carnal need inside of him. A desire to re-establish his domain. 

All because of that infuriating little omega from earlier had sullied that sacred apartment once more. One of his sweet thing’s friends. That little shit hadn’t left until late, forcing him to sit in his apartment in his armchair, doing nothing but counting the seconds, minutes, until it might be safe. 

Levi could understand an omega’s need to be sociable. A proper omega mingled with many others of their designation, comforting each other and caring for one another— it was an innate need to form that bond. Old instincts to nest together and collectively care for young. That was fine. 

That didn’t stop Levi from wanting to check up on his little sweet and ensure his soon-to-be territory was secure. This ‘Armin’ had crossed a line. He’d intruded on the alpha’s territory once. Then he’d come sniffing around again. He couldn’t be trusted. That apartment probably reeked of salt now and Levi was going mad in his own, pacing to and fro, nearly tearing his hair out as he counted down the hours until it was safe to slip into Eren’s nest. Eren should be asleep now, given how late it was. That meant Levi had plenty of time to watch over his sweet; stand guard and calm his instincts.

Waiting any longer would be too much to bear. 

Eren was only his. No one else should be in his omega’s home while Levi wasn’t there. It was too unpredictable, what that nosey omega might do. Levi still hadn’t forgotten all the vile things Armin had suggested about him on that phone call, trying to steal Eren away from him and implying that Levi was a bad alpha. 

NO. That couldn’t happen.

Levi growled lowly at the thought, taking the last few steps two at a time in a desperate hurry to get to Eren’s apartment sooner. He fished around in his pocket for the master key, reminding himself that all would be fine. Once he’d calmed his instincts, he’d regain a level head. Eren would be his. Soon. 

A sole omega wasn’t going to change that.

Levi would kill well before it ever came to that point. 

Everything was still going according to plan. The day was getting close. Levi had waited this long already; he could wait a bit more. And have some fun while the numbered days ticked by. He still had those pills, after all. Using them was dangerous, though. They didn’t come without risks and Levi loathed the thought of hurting his darling Eren. Good alphas didn’t purposefully make their mates sick….

Levi frowned abruptly at the thought, blinking harshly, his key in Eren’s door poised to flip the lock. 

No… that wasn’t right. Levi wasn’t hurting Eren. Eren was safe with him. Those pills just made it safer for Eren. As long as the pretty little omega was still dancing out of his reach, it was necessary to ensure Levi could get his fill without scaring his sweet thing. That’s all. 

Nodding to himself, he unlocked the door as softly as he could, slipping into the apartment with no further noise. The lock was returned to ensure Eren’s safety, because that was Levi’s priority. 

Well, second priority. If he were being practical, mating and breeding Eren was his top priority. But still, Levi would protect that omega with his life against any threat, be it a threat masquerading as a friend or a stupid knothead looking for a fuck. 

Inside Eren’s apartment was cool and welcoming. Everything was in place as needed and looked as homey as it always did. That pesky AC system rattled away merrily. All appeared normal, except the apartment was not quiet. 

Music echoed through the air — some pop song with a singer belting out high-pitched lyrics. Quite jarring given the expectation Levi had in mind. The blaring music helped to cover up the noise of his entry, but Levi couldn’t help but screw his face up in distaste. What the hell was Eren listening to? It didn’t matter. Based on the acoustics of Eren’s angelic voice carrying on, making the horrible music somewhat possible to listen to, there was also the sound of the shower going. Huh.

Eren’s naked body flashed through his mind, lathered in soapy suds — the very suds containing Levi’s thoughtful gift.

That imagery snatched his interest. His inner alpha perked up its head. Really… Levi should leave — it was dangerous enough being in the apartment while Eren was here, awake, but…  how could he resist? Eren was nearly pulling him in, a siren’s call. His voice was a spell, sinking into Levi’s skin and guiding him forward, insistent and luring. The temptation of knowing his omega was near feet away, nude and on display, all for his alpha, was irresistible. He was giving him a show, demonstrating how he desired to be bathed in Levi’s scent, how much he appreciated the alpha’s courtship. How was he meant to turn his back now and walk down to his quiet, barren apartment?

Levi’s pulse quickened in his veins, almost making him breathless from the sudden anticipation. His hands trembled at his side, yearning with the desperation to touch and worship once more. This was a gift from his omega, guided by the very fates, he was sure of it. Levi would not let Eren’s offering go to waste. No, he would accept his sweet thing’s invitation and gaze upon his beauty with devotion and admiration. How sweet of him to return Levi’s affections. 

With a quiet snick, he popped open the tube of his blocking gel and hastily applied a hearty layer, lathering it into his skin. The corner store he bought it from was being single handedly kept in business due to his frequent visits. He shoved it back into his pocket and confidently strode towards the cracked bedroom door, nudging it open gently to peek. Eren was not in the room, but his bathroom door was slightly ajar as well, leaking steam, pheromones, and music. Slipping through the door, the alpha returned it to its previous position, lithe and stealthy. His movements were silent as he kept his eyes on the sliver of heaven. The golden streaks of light spilling from the cracks illuminated the circling steam like crepuscular rays.

Each step forward was as if drawn in a trance. Eren’s faint humming perpetuated in his ears, a beautiful tune. Levi couldn’t wait for that voice to hush fussy pups or sing lullabies at bedtime. 

Or scream out in pleasure.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed harshly, shaky hand raising to encourage the door open just a smidgen more. Through the crack, he saw an angel — tan skin draped in white and water cascading between jutting shoulder blades that stood out like proud wings. 

Eren stood with his back to Levi, singing as he rubbed the lather of his soap into his perfect skin. His long, beautiful hair was done up in a hasty bun, strands trailing down his perfect neck, flattened by the water. The view continued even lower, down the long line of his spine, nearly begging Levi to come and trace it with a single finger and watch the goosebumps rise. Firm, muscled buttocks, a part never seen before, stole the attention of Eren’s unknown voyeur. Praising every higher deity known to man, Levi thanked his past self for going for the clear glass doors instead of tasteless tubs with curtains; this was a viewing fit for a king. A single tear rolled down Levi’s hidden face as he beheld his sweet thing, unable to contain his awe, his utter gratefulness at having witnessed such a sight. His lovely, lovely Eren. His omega. 

The gaudy music was the only thing ruining this otherwise perfect scenery. At least it covered any noise the alpha made as he watched on from the shadows. 

On a thought, he pulled out his phone, gaining more content to add to his growing stash; one hand playing with himself while the other held the camera steady to capture the everlasting beauty of his sweet. Eren took long showers: washing, scrubbing, exfoliating — the whole nine yards. His omega knew how to keep clean and well cared for. A fond smile grew on his face as he kept videoing, head tilting to the side endearingly. One day… that would all be his. 

Something caught his attention from the corner of his eye.

There on the nightstand, sat a bottle of freshly opened wine, complete with the bottle opener and mutilated cork. Eyes dilating with excitement, Levi felt a new type of excitement surge within his gut: tonight was the night. It was clearly some cheap brand, fairly small in size and filled with a light red liquid. A wine glass beside it lay half drunk. Clearly, Eren had barely finished his first glass since there was still plenty left in the bottle. Perfect.

A thud from behind him nearly struck Levi dead on the spot, making him jump and whip his head back in fear of being caught, but Eren only huffed out a soft laugh, bracing himself against the shower wall, back still turned. At his feet lay a shampoo bottle, knocked off in an attempt to reach for the valve. Levi quickly disappeared from the door. He had to be quick. The contents of his pocket were almost burning a hole into the muscle of his leg.

Eren’s music aided in covering up the sound of the baggie opening. And the plip of the tablet dropping into the liquid. Palms sweating, Levi swirled the glass as fast he could, hoping it would dissolve in time. He could still hear Eren moving around in the bathroom, but time was an invisible fraying rope, about to snap and end with Eren throwing open the door to find his landlord at his bedside in the middle of the night. The liquid sloshed in the glass as if mocking him. Was that enough? Would Eren notice? Levi didn’t even know if this drug had a taste. He was making a desperate bet right now.

Eren deserved this. He needed this. That poor omega had been left unknotted for too long. At least, a proper knot. Not one of those plastic, fake ones. They were known to be unsatisfying and mediocre, nothing like the real thing. Levi was going to give him so much more. Glancing down and sending a prayer above that it was enough, Levi returned the glass and dropped to the floor, scooting beneath the bed skirt once more. His only company was the duffle bag, discarded and banished under the bed, where all temporarily useless, unwanted things went. 

He held himself there on his elbows, listening as his heart thudded in his chest. The water shut off, making his heart pick up as the fabled moment marched steadily closer. Eren clattered around for almost ten minutes more, making sweat trickle at Levi’s temples from nerves. Should he get out and mess with the wine some more? Should he add more liquid to the glass? So many thoughts zoomed through his head, making him doubt himself. What if it didn’t work? 

Levi would be heartbroken if that were the case.

Right as he built up the courage to attempt to shuffle out, the bathroom door pushed open. Levi quickly lurched back into place. The only hint at what had almost happened being the barest breath of the skirt moving. 

Eren trotted into the room, finally quieting the music. Bare feet padded into Levi’s field of vision, soft and scrubbed pink. Water droplets fell to the carpet, meaning Eren’s hair was soaking wet and probably streaming over his shoulders and down his back. It seemed so intimate. Levi had only seen him dry with his hair done up. The alpha longed to gaze upon his omega in his raw form of beauty. The feet traveled to the head of the bed, making the alpha’s heartbeat pick up in excitement. He could hear the delicate swallows of Eren’s throat, well versed in the sound. The mind wandered. Delicious memories rose helpfully, fueling the alpha’s excitement, his dick stiffening more.

His fingers dug into the fibers of the carpet as the time passed. His cock pulsed, trapped between his body and the floor. This was it. No turning back.

Not that the alpha would ever want to. 

Ever since that night where he defended his omega, his territory, he’d been waiting for this precious moment. Such careful planning had allowed him this short relief. Something to tide him over until the main event. Oh, how he couldn’t wait. 

The sounds of pouring told him the glass was being filled up again. He closed his eyes and relished the sound. Eren didn’t suspect a thing. The drug was already down his throat. It was only a matter of time now. With slow, precise movements, he felt his pocket. The little tinfoil squares inside comforted him. 

Just a matter of time…

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It had been a long, tense hour full of anticipation until the drug kicked in. 

At first, Eren seemed… fine. For the first few minutes, Levi’s heart had sunk, thinking all had failed, and mourned the ghosts of their non-existent coupling. Then Eren quickly became uncoordinated. He swayed on his feet, steps stumbling, as he walked around the perimeter of the bed before ducking back into the bathroom, knocking the door open completely with a harsh bang. Levi could vaguely see it all play out from his hiding spot, spirits lifting. The bed skirt was thin, but not see-through. Eren’s form was bent over the sink, holding his head, face scrunching as if in pain, a low groan sounding in his throat. The sink ran and Levi watched as Eren’s shadowy hand cupped water to his mouth; then, the rattle of a pill bottle. 

“Fuck… Armin wasn’t kidding,” the low mumble of Eren’s voice carried to Levi’s strained ears. A smile pulled at the alpha’s lips. Yes. Perfect. All was going to plan. 

More footsteps were heard before the back of the toilet seat hit the tank. He could hear the thunk of Eren’s knees as he dropped in front of the bowl with a sudden dry retch. Only then did Levi feel a small semblance of guilt. His poor Eren….

He would make it up to him soon. Very soon. 

Eren seemed to have trouble getting anything to come up. Most of his time in the bathroom was spent gasping and heaving into the bowl, a distinct lack of anything liquid joining the water there. Levi gave a soft, quiet sigh to himself, rocking his hips into the carpet to find friction — just a little bit to take the edge off while his sweet thing teased him. 

This was only better. If Eren couldn’t vomit the drugs, Levi’s time would only be extended. That served as only another sign that they were perfect for each other. Eren’s body knew it needed its alpha for as long as it possibly could and was subconsciously refusing to expel the one thing getting it what it wanted. Levi promised not to waste a precious second. 

Not even half an hour later, Eren was passed out in his nest, completely quiet, right where he belonged. One foot dangled off the side near Levi’s head where he hadn’t been able to pull it up before unconsciousness consumed him. There was the temptation to reach out and wrap his fingers around the delicate ankle, but he resisted, habit taking over. Then, with a jolt of excitement, he remembered that he could. Eren was out like a light. 

So, he reached out a hand, the embodiment of the monster under the bed, and wrapped his fingers around a slender ankle, touching — feeling — his omega once more. The moments when their skin could touch were few and far between. Then he slid four fingers down to softly rest at the top arch while he thumbed over the jutting bone on the inside of his ankle with reverence. His thumb then traced down to the divot below and then back up. 

He lay his head on the back of his free hand, simply appreciating the domestic moment of his fingertips upon his desired omega’s skin. He loved every part of his Eren. Every part of him was worthy of praise. Once Eren was full and fat with a pup, Levi would pull his legs into his lap and massage away the ache and swelling, devoting his time to his beautiful mate’s comfort. 

Anything to make up the discomfort he had just caused. 

Gingerly, Levi slipped out from beneath the bed. Even with the added blanket safety of Eren being drugged, he was ever vigilant of the omega waking. Anytime he got with Eren like this, he expected it to all be a ruse, but Eren soothed his fears, laid out so beautifully, so quiet. His hair was damp and loose on the pillow. It was odd, seeing it like this for the first time. Levi wanted to pounce on him right there and shove his way between those legs, but first, he wanted to worship. Wanted another taste. Slowly, he crawled onto the bed, stalking towards his omega on all fours, eyes unblinking. Every second he spent looking at Eren was priceless. Couldn’t risk the mere millisecond it took to blink. 

His fingers found the warm, tanned skin of Eren’s shins, slowly gliding up to the muscular thighs. Goosebumps rose in their wake, flesh dimpling under the pressure of his fingertips. His sweet Eren, so malleable and easy to mold into shape. A longing built within him to set his teeth into the soft flesh and leave love bites for all to see. Such intimate marks to show that this omega had a doting, devoted lover — satisfied and only Levi’s. 

He compromised with his wants and dragged his lips over the warm skin, tracing every bump and divot, every knob of bone and hollow of joint, until he found the round expanse of Eren’s fleshy thigh. Mouthing wetly at it, he went about planting sweet, sensual kisses wherever there was room, occasionally flicking his tongue out to taste. Groaning, he brushed his neck and cheek over the skin, aching to leave behind a strong scent that would linger for days. His fingers roamed, gripping, kneading, worshiping. Higher and higher he went, his lips and tongue leading him to Eren’s baby-soft inner thigh. With tender care, he coaxed Eren’s legs to part for him. His sweet omega opened up for him like a blooming flower. Offering himself fully. Levi was dizzy with lust.

The scent of him was heavenly there. So potent and heady. Smelling delectable and musky at the same time; a perfect mix of his sweet, clean omega, and the musk of pure want. 

Eren gave a soft whimper above him when Levi’s warm, wet tongue traced the sensitive skin there. Placing one last kiss at him, he went in for the main course. Shoving his face in Eren’s crotch, he mouthed at the omega through his shorts, as if trying to pleasure him already through the fabric. Pretty moans sounded in his ear and his sweet thing rocked against his teasings. 

Levi all but purred with pride, his own needy gasps coming from between Eren’s thighs, gulping down air to frantically scent his omega. Being denied the simple task of scenting had turned him ravenous and desperate. Tonight, he would bathe in Eren’s aroma and provide for his omega in the most carnal way. Only he could get Eren like this, all pliant and eager. The scent of his arousal was a drug and he’d gone too long without it. It was the air he needed to function properly. 

Not once stopping his attentions — mouthing, sucking, licking at the fabric — his hand kneaded their way up the fleshy sides of Eren’s thighs to his butt, then curled in the fabric of his waistband and lovingly yanked them down, all but unwrapping his favorite treat.

Eren’s scent of oranges bloomed for him when his pussy was revealed, as pretty as it had been before, absolutely dripping slick. Levi allowed himself a moment to pause and simply take in the sight through lidded eyes, mouth watering to the point that it felt like he was drooling. 

When Eren was officially his, he’d eat this out every chance he could get. Eternal sunshine to last him throughout the year. How heavenly Eren looked, legs splayed and slickened lips bared to his alpha — picturesque in the way his limbs draped over the bed, a true succubus. 

That sweet scent beckoned him closer. Drawn in by the siren’s call, Levi did nothing but obey. He put his mouth on Eren’s hot skin, moaning as the taste of his darling omega was on his tongue once more. His tongue wandered wherever it could go, dipping into that tight warm hole and lapping up slick as fast as it could. Lewd, hungry noises came from the meeting of their lips. His palms kept Eren held in place, his fingers digging into the addictively soft flesh. His sweet thing whimpered for him, soft, quiet breaths puffing out tiredly from his mouth. 

Levi rumbled deep in his chest to soothe. It was unstoppable, purring within him from pride and happiness as Eren experienced his devotion, coming undone on his tongue. Eren was doing so well, laying there and taking what Levi gave him, and with such appreciation too. It made Levi warm all over. Eren’s love was his blanket on the fiercest night. 

He pulled every trick he knew, lapping his tongue over Eren’s folds, fucking it in deep into that sweet, sweet hole, abusing the sensitive little nub above. Eren trembled through it all, his legs shaking and his endearing murmurs growing breathier, more frantic. A hitch in that stuttering breath let Levi know that his sweet thing was close. His tonguing continued at a steady pace, tilting his head on occasion to get a different angle, listening for the slightest shift in Eren’s breath to determine what felt good for him.

His own fingers trembled with excitement, hands nearly shaking where they gripped the omega, pulling him even closer to his mouth. He dared not let himself stop, scarcely letting himself rise for air. Not when Eren was so close. His angel. Levi would never deny his omega the orgasm that he so properly deserved. He moaned into Eren’s soft mound, shoving his face in as deep as he could go, tongue burning from the strain and jaw starting to ache slightly, but he kept going. He slid up, placing his lips firmly around Eren’s clit and sucked hard. 

Eren came with a stuttering moan, his hips bucking and straining against Levi’s mouth. The alpha remained on him, toying over the tiny nub to make it good, his fingers kneading once more to soothe the omega through his high.  

Only when Eren’s pleasured breath turned to whimpers did he pull off, tongue darting out to clean his face of the mess Eren had gifted him. His heart was in his throat, overwhelmed with his love for his sweet thing. Every day spent apart from him was agony, but Levi was doing this all for them. Times like these were when the pair could truly be together. Even if it was for just a few stolen hours, Levi could lay his adoration upon Eren and satisfy them both, keeping them sated until it became too much to bear again. Then the cycle would repeat.

He ducked down to suck the tip of Eren’s cock clean prior to pulling back. Leaving any trace of his omega’s pleasure unappreciated was a heinous crime. How could Levi pass over the offer to taste more of his Eren? Swiping the back of his hand across his face to clear it some more, Levi rose to his knees once again, towering over the omega’s sleeping form. The front of his pants tented obscenely, as if his own cock were trying to burst through the fabric to get at the omega. He chuckled at the thought — it was nearly true. 

Tonight was the night. 

His and Eren’s first knot. 

It was going to be so special. Levi had it all ready. Plenty of condoms, wipes, pills, you name it. There was nothing getting in the way this time. His Eren was all his until sunrise. Finally, he was going to feel the hot heat wrapping around him for real, experiencing true bliss for himself. He was going to fuck Eren on his knot for hours, make them cum together over and over again until they trembled with overstimulated pleasure in each other’s arms. Eren deserved that. He deserved a devoted alpha that would make love to him. All. Night. Long. 

No other alpha could give Eren what he truly wanted and keep him knotted and full for hours. No other beta could fuck him senseless until all Eren knew was Levi’s knot, his cum, his scent. No one else was going to breed him fat and full of pups like Levi. 

And the fact that Eren didn’t have a partner meant he knew, deep down, that there was no one who could compare. Levi would be the best mate. Subconsciously, his omega was waiting for him, this, the alpha was certain of. Even if Eren himself didn’t know it, his inner omega was guiding him closer to Levi, desiring what it truly wanted. 

His cock ached at the thought of putting a pup in Eren. He wanted to be inside of him now. Wanted their bare flesh to join together in its most intimate, right way. See the thick cum dripping from his satisfied, quivering hole when Levi was finally done with him. He wanted to breed.

Levi pushed down his waistband, shuddering as his hard cock bobbed out into the open air and giving himself a few quick strokes to placate himself. They were efficient and clinical, meant only to stimulate and distract; his hand was nothing compared to Eren. To fuck his own hand while in the presence of his darling omega, waiting so patiently for him, would be an insult. Levi would never dare show Eren that sort of offense. Only the best for his little sweet. 

“You want my cock, pretty thing?” He teased. Quiet silence greeted him, making him grin.

“Yeah, I know you do,” he answered himself. He could practically hear Eren begging for him. “I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

This was really happening. He was one step closer to having Eren all to himself. And to think, only a few months ago, Levi’s only pleasure came from a knotting toy and the fleeting occurrence of Eren walking by. Now, his painstakingly hard work, all his self control and planning was paying off. His omega was below him, ready for his knot. Tonight, Levi was going to enjoy himself until they were both spent and tired, the alpha finally falling boneless over Eren’s sleeping form. 

The alpha got to work slipping off the rest of Eren’s clothes. Piece by piece, he bore his beautiful omega’s body to his eyes and his eyes only. This was a part of Eren only Levi was allowed to admire, and admire he did. He drank up the lovely sight, hands roaming and touching, toying and stroking. He arranged Eren a few times, posing him this way and that. Each new position filled Levi’s camera roll with an array of up-close and full body shots of all Eren’s most intimate places. Bared just for Levi. His leaking, swollen mound; his small chest, those tempting peaked nipples. The long expanse of his unmarked throat. The cock resting on his hip bone, spent and soft…

For one special picture, he pushed his flushed, eager cock between Eren’s thighs and squeezed them together, giving him delicious friction as he pumped into them. Their cocks bumped together — Eren’s twitching to life at the motion as the underside of Levi’s girth slid over it again and again. It was nice to see his cockhead poking between those smooth, supple thighs. It made a shiver go up the alpha’s spine as he imagined that same action buried deep inside the omega’s womb. He toyed his cock down over Eren’s folds, nudging the tip at his oversensitive clit, making Eren twitch and squirm and release a muffled moan. 

How lovely was Eren. His body a map to read over and over again until Levi had it memorized, guiding him to every sweet spot and sensitive touch. Hands would not still until they had found all the wonderful ways to make Eren moan and pant under them. Levi would be his undoing; the same way that Eren would be his. The alpha trembled before him, in awe of his beautiful omega. All of this would be his soon. 

Hastily messing with his own clothes, Levi pulled himself completely free, pants and shirt shoved off the bed to join Eren’s. Just before he built up the courage to finally take his omega, tiny tinfoil square grasped in his fingers, he halted, breathing hard and hovering over Eren’s entrance. It wouldn’t hurt to indulge himself a little… Levi bit his lip, stroking at his length in thought. Just one little taste of the real thing. Then his night would be perfect. The condom was dropped, left forgotten on the bedspread. Rational thought and logic seemed far off and unimportant compared to getting what he really wanted. 

Carefully, oh so carefully, he guided his length closer. Those beautiful folds were glistening from a mixture of slick and Levi’s leftover attentions. 

It was as if he couldn’t stop himself. His body moved in a haze. That hot, wet heat was bare and ready for him. Right there. What was keeping them from mating and bonding tonight? Levi could plunge inside and knot Eren full, spilling his cum until the omega was pupped good. They’d be locked together tight for hours. Everything would be right in the world. He’d finally have all he wanted and more. A beautiful omega to call his own, a litter on the way — he could reach out and touch the man that would give him all that. 

He fell into the arms that would clutch him close one day. Their bodies melted together as one as the alpha laid on top of his prize. He nuzzled into Eren’s hair, scenting at his temple. Lower down, his cock brushed against warmth, sending delightful tingles up his spine. Yes. Fuck in. Breed. Claim that omega for himself. Before anyone else got to him. His omega was presenting his spread open pussy so well, just for him. It was practically begging the alpha to slide home and fill it just right. 

He felt himself throb.

Levi moaned when his bare tip breached his omega, slotting between perfect twin lips. There was a bit of resistance, the entrance gripping down on his fat cockhead like it was a vice. But it was so wet. The slide was easy. The sheets crinkled under his fists as he gripped them hard, spine arching to get the perfect angle to guide himself in, face twisted with unimaginable pleasure. His teeth ached. Fuck, he was salivating. There was a dizzying scent guiding him closer, urging him on. It smelled like oranges and something more like Levi. Further in. Open up. His fangs dropped. 

The resistance gave, and he slid in. His eyes slipped shut, a shuddering groan leaving his lips. Eren accepted him beautifully. Never before had he been inside something so tight, so flawless, that Levi worried he might not be able to fit inside. But Eren could do it. Eren was a good omega. They were made for each other. Levi just needed to let him adjust — but that could come later. Levi needed to knot them together now; the sooner, the better. C’mon, his little sweet, open up for him —

Deeper. 

Yes. 

Eren whimpered beneath him, shifting in his sleep. Levi rumbled in his chest, rubbing his face against that wonderful scent. It was all around him and in his mouth. Sweet Eren, all his. Levi pressed his face closer, pressing further inside —

Ding!

The unexpected noise had the alpha’s eyes flying open wide to find his mouth poised over Eren’s scent gland, slobber running down the omega’s neck and almost to the pillow. He jolted back as if he’d been burned. Quickly, Levi gathered himself, panting as if he’d run for miles. Extracting himself from his omega (pure torture), he hastily cleaned up the mess on Eren’s neck before it left any evidence on the linens below. Sitting back on his heels, he mentally recollected himself, realizing what he’d almost done. His breaths still came laboriously. 

Fuck. He’d almost taken Eren raw. And nearly left a mark. There could be no evidence. Levi was never here. Only phantom sensations of him should be all over Eren’s skin, the pleasant feeling of a good fuck between his legs. But nothing to pin blame. Not like this. Not now.  

Levi swiped a hand over his face, trying to calm his still racing heart. What the hell? He never lost control like that. All that careful planning, almost down the drain because he gave into instinct all over the sight of a bare omega pussy. 

Well, that wasn’t fair, exactly. This was Eren they were talking about, after all. He was special. 

Huffing a breath through his nose, Levi finally collected himself enough to check what had disturbed (and also saved) them. His dick bobbed between his legs as he moved, still insistently hard, nearly half the length wet with Eren’s fluids. It begged to be returned to its safe, warm sheath.

The alpha tried not to mourn too much.

On the nightstand, Eren’s phone lay discarded, its screen illuminated still to show a single text message. Levi cursed (thanked) his lucky stars for whoever decided to text Eren at this ungodly hour. He snatched it off the table. There was a text from that omega, Armin. Levi scowled, but read the preview message. 

The message tapered off, too big to fit in the preview. A sour feeling formed like a rock in Levi’s gut. His eyes frantically searched the words like more might appear. Something wasn’t right. It was the middle of the night. Why the fuck would that shitty little omega be bothering his Eren?

Jealousy was an ugly feeling. It draped over his back and guided his hands with insistent reasoning. 

The alpha’s gaze shifted up to Eren’s peacefully sleeping face. Deep down, he knew he wouldn’t be able to let this go. He needed to know what happened when Armin was in the apartment. By pure luck, Eren’s facial recognition worked without his eyes being open. Levi snatched the phone back and went right to the messages. Screw consequences. This was too important to turn a blind eye. Something was wrong.

Only once Levi had clicked on the conversation and brought it full screen did he remember Eren had read messages on. He bit his tongue for his own foolishness. Too late now. It would be dealt with later. It could be explained away as Eren being simply too drunk and out of his mind to respond. He wouldn’t even remember this in the morning. 

Right as he read it, another popped up. It made his blood boil. Hot, bubbling fury. 

The phone creaked dangerously in Levi’s hand, fingers tightening as he stared down at the blinding screen. Some might say it was a harmless message. Just a friend checking in and soothing worries that he made it home safe. After all, that close call with the alpha from that night so long ago was a rational reason for caution. But this —?

No. 

No, no, no, this was something else.

Levi’s lips pulled back in a snarl, hackles raising against a virtual threat that he had no hope of chasing off with the display. That meddling little shit! What poison had he been spilling into Eren’s head while Levi wasn’t around? Why couldn’t he leave them in peace? Shouldn’t Eren’s best friend be happy for him? Surely, Armin could see that Levi could provide for his omega? There was nowhere else Eren could be safer. Levi hadn’t let any harm come to him. He’d chased off that dangerous alpha and had been there for Eren countless times. 

Frustration built along with his swirling thoughts. His teeth ground together and he slammed the phone back onto the table. What was Levi supposed to do? Eren couldn’t see this. Eren could never see Armin again. Not if Levi wanted to keep them safe. Doubt would be planted, even if rationally Eren disagreed, those words could never be unread. They were dangerous. What would Levi be forced to do if Eren ever listened to the brainwashing that omega tried to do?

He couldn’t stop the poisonous thoughts from taking root. 

Chest heaving, the alpha tried to call his anger, smoothing his hair back in a mock gesture of composure. Calm, calm. He was in control. He’d fix it. There was no other solution, but he was willing to do what had to be done. The next time Armin came sniffing around — 

No. It had to be sooner than that. 

Levi should track him down. Quiet him before he ever darkened their doorstep again. It would be uneventful, and Eren would only wonder as to why Armin stopped coming around. That pesky omega would slip out of everyone's lives seamlessly. Levi could make it work. 

He was broken from his racing, erratic thoughts by Eren shifting below him. The slight motion had the alphas attention snapping back down with a prickle of fear. 

Was he waking up? 

Eren’s head merely rolled to the other side, the movement slow and struggling. A soft murmur left the omega’s lips. Levi breathed a sigh of relief. The drugs held fast. 

Levi reached down and tenderly brushed some of the messy, stray hair from Eren’s face. Touching Eren quieted some of the anger. Grounded him. All that worry and fear could wait. At least for the night. Right now, Levi had a job to do.

Eren had slowly softened from the neglect while Levi had been preoccupied. The alpha mentally berated himself. What kind of mate would that make him? Eren deserved his undivided attention. He cooed for Eren, falling back into the role of mate and protector. Gently, he took his omega’s cock in hand and pumped him, guiding him back to his arousal he embodied so well. 

In the back of his mind, something urged him to worry, and not just about Armin. So far, Levi had been calmed and collected, never straying too far from the plan. This required utmost care and diligence, and in one night, he’d nearly lost control and cost himself the entire charade. What was wrong with him? Control and composure were something he took pride in. Rarely did he lose it like this. 

Under his diligent, loving fingers, Eren hardened. Fresh slick oozed from him too, tempting and beckoning the alpha to finish what he started. 

Levi would not pull away this time. 

He licked his lips. The night was slipping away, but he would have Eren for as long as he could. Tonight would be just enough to satisfy his lust and cravings until he could claim Eren fully. There was still a plan. Levi had to stick to the plan. No biting tonight. No pups. He could do this. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll give you what you need. Soon,” he whispered, stroking his palms over the omega’s arm’s as he positioned his omega perfectly beneath him. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long. I’ll fix it, I promise. I know you're aching for it.” First, he needed to make sure they could remember their special moment forever. Retrieving his own phone, Levi hastily constructed a few pillows from the nest to hold it in the perfect position. Then checking to make sure the angle was good, he pressed record. 

A pleased grin split his face. Turning to his omega, the alpha called over his shoulder, “Are you ready, sweet thing?”

As expected, there was no reply. 

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Carefully, Levi shuffled back from the camera on his knees, hands tentatively outstretched to catch it if it got jostled from its throne of pillows. How terrible it would be to finish and come back later only to find he recorded nothing but the bed sheets. He snorted in amusement at the thought. At least the audio would be good.  

A tremble of excitement began in his hands as he returned back to his place between Eren’s legs so he quickly scavenged around for the condom. Once found in the mess of the nest, he stashed it on the nightstand for safe keeping. Just a few more minutes to be bare next to his lover; then he’d put it on. Everything looked good on the camera. His cock jutted proudly and Levi couldn’t help but flaunt a bit and stroke it for the camera, sparing a devilish smirk. A rush of heat ran through his groin as he saw the mirrored image of him looming over Eren’s slumbering form. Anticipation coursed like lightning through his veins, flooding him with an exhilaration not unlike the very first time. 

Seeing as this would be wonderful material for lonely nights, he decided to play for a bit. Make it fun. 

Eren also deserved more than just a quick fuck. After all that waiting and all those promises? There was no way Levi could do that to him. He respected Eren.  

Tonight, he was going to make love to him. 

He seated himself on Eren’s thighs so their cocks brushed each other. Levi moaned at the sight of his larger girth covering the omega’s stiff length. He sensually rocked down against him, enraptured by how his foreskin minutely shifted to let his cockhead peek out. Beads of precum dripped down onto the omega, delightfully possessive. A quick growl of satisfaction left him. 

His hands wandered along Eren’s sides, tracing the divot of his ribs, the valleys of his hips, and then massaging back up to cup under each of Eren’s breasts and peak them together. They were small, but Levi adored them. He thumbed over the nipples, circling them, eliciting small noises to escape Eren’s sweet lips. Once pupped, they would swell with milk and Levi’s love would only grow with them. He loved Eren now — but there would be no words that could describe his bond with his omega once they were mates, even more so once he made Eren a dam. 

One hand continued its exploration upward, resting on the front of Eren’s throat to feel the gentle pulse beneath his jaw. Levi hummed and thumbed over Eren’s lips, gazing down upon them to take in their color and shape, only to lean in and capture them for himself in a sweet kiss, to memorize by touch. Like a first kiss between new lovers — tentative, closed mouth, and gentle. Something you’d do on a first date. A tender show of affection. Levi pulled back to hover over them, smirking. They’d done much filthier things already than a quick peck like that, but Levi decided to humor himself. It never hurt to catch up on firsts. 

First kisses, first knots.

The hand on Eren’s breast disappeared between them to pump their cocks together a few times. 

His and Eren’s unconventional relationship didn’t leave much room for these mundane acts. When the world seemed pitted against them, the alpha would always find his way back to his omega. The heavens and earth could never even hope to keep them apart. 

Levi leaned in and gave him a few more kisses. Another peck on the lips, then one to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, his jaw, down to his neck. He dared a quick nibble, just enough to scrape his fangs across Eren’s gland and make him shiver. He let go of their cocks and snaked an arm underneath Eren’s back, giving himself something to grip as he pulled them flush together. The soft swell of Eren’s ass pressed against his forearm, warm and fleshy. Levi groaned and ground down on him, pressing his hips in long rolls. God, he wanted to bite so fucking bad. But he restrained himself. 

Slick sounds came from between them. Both he and Eren had dripped on each other, sharing fluid as they slid together. Levi’s alpha was ecstatic. His lovely omega, all riled up and dripping wet and hard, all for him. To show his appreciation, he kissed Eren’s stomach, just above his navel, and in the crook between his ribs. 

He shuffled back up to sit and grabbed the condom, putting the corner of the little foil packet between his teeth to rip it open. As he rolled it on and snapped the latex into place, he spared a glance over his shoulder to check that the phone hadn’t been dislodged while they rolled in the sheets. All seemed well. 

Good.

Levi gripped himself in hand, cock twitching in anticipation as he properly got between Eren’s legs. One hand on Eren’s hip, one on the base of his cock, keeping it steady. He teased the tip up and down through Eren’s folds, nudging in only to draw out and watch the slick trail after it. The strands were thick and glistening in the lamp light. Levi’s mouth watered as he remembered how it tasted. When he tapped the wet head against Eren's clit, the omega’s body jerked and a small moan was ripped from his mouth. It was perfect. Levi would never grow tired of how responsive Eren was to his touch. 

The heat of Eren’s body on the head of his cock was dizzying, making him long to feel Eren’s wetness for himself. All in good time, he supposed. It was already so generous to have Eren like this now. This was a monumental moment; one Levi was going to appreciate and savor. 

Finally, finally, he was ready. He was going to give Eren exactly what he needed. His omega would never go without again. Levi ached, he was so hard, and the knot he was going to give Eren was going to be his best yet, and wring every last drop of pleasure out of them that he could. All Eren had to do was lay back and relax. Levi was going to take care of everything. Every one of Eren’s needs could be met by Levi. The omega would not need to raise a damn finger once Levi pupped him. 

He brushed the omega’s temple tenderly and then lined himself up. 

The first press was just as magnificent as earlier. 

“Oh! Eren…” he breathed, voice quivering.  His eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Levi couldn’t hold back his low moan as he was slowly engulfed in smooth, silky wetness. It was like his brain short circuited and he could focus on nothing else by Eren, Eren, Eren. Everything was so perfect. His hips jerked instinctively to get in. Though he tried to hold himself back, he quickly found himself sliding himself in, probably too fast. He had wanted to savor it, but Eren just pulled him farther in, inviting him deeper. 

Levi chuckled to himself, lidded eyes taking in the rosy hue of Eren’s cheek and the slight wrinkle of his brow. Of course Eren would be impatient and mess up the alpha’s plans. But who would Levi be to deny him anything? 

“So needy…”

His little minx made the cutest whimpers as he sheathed himself inside, a sharp gasp coming when he finally hit his root. There. Fully in. 

Levi laughed breathlessly. He could hardly believe it. He was inside Eren. Real, hot and wet, Eren. This wasn’t a fantasy. This wasn’t his hand nor his toy. 

Real.

“I know you wanted it, baby, but I didn’t know you needed it that bad,” he whispered. There was no denying the breathiness to his own voice, the way his words were deposited against Eren’s neck, tickling the baby hairs that curled so adorably behind his ear and brushed his jaw.  It was probably too quiet to be picked up by his phone’s microphone, but it didn’t matter — his words were only for Eren. Any breath spared on anyone but Eren was breath wasted. The omega squeezed around him in response and the alpha couldn’t stop the sharp jerk of his hips. They moaned together at that. The pure bliss of being joined – becoming one. The fullness of the alpha being buried deep within the omega’s womb. 

His sweet thing made the most beautiful noises, telling the alpha exactly how he felt, how good his cock made him feel. 

Levi built up a pace — one that was gentle, slow. How his Eren deserved to be fucked. After so many weeks of slamming into a knotting toy or quickly fucking his fist, he needed to be sweet. This was special. It deserved to last longer. This didn’t matter about Levi’s pleasure — it wasn’t about how fast he could get off — this was for Eren. 

Their bodies rocked together, Levi leading them through it. The sheets rustled underneath them and the quickening of their breath signaled their passion. Combined with that were the creamy sounds of his cock moving in and out of Eren’s pussy and the most endearing whines coming from the omega. 

God, Eren was so wet. 

In the crook of Eren’s neck, Levi hovered, burying his face in the warmth to muffle his grunting. The pleasure was otherworldly, to the point where Levi feared he may knot far too soon. Already, he could feel it in the depths of his groin, swollen and hot, just waiting to pop into a proper knot. 

“You feel so good, baby,” Levi mumbled into his neck, “gonna fucking cum already – hah!” A particularly deep thrust had him calling out in lust before he composed himself enough to keep talking, keep praising his sweet Eren. “Look at you, taking me so well. I’m gonna give you a pup. Won’t you like that? I’m gonna fuck you just like this again and again and breed you until you’re all fat.”

As those words tumbled from his mouth, his hips unconsciously sped up. His fingers tightened in the sheets beside Eren’s head, twisting the fabric for leverage. The excitement of breeding Eren was too great and the logic of the situation didn’t transfer over to his instincts. All his alpha knew was that Levi was finally buried deep within his omega’s pussy like he’d been dreaming about, balls full with thick, potent cum. To his baser instincts, why wouldn’t a pup come out of this situation?  

“Yes, yes, yes!” Levi chanted as his hips slapped against Eren’s. His swollen balls strained at the soft, slickened skin around Eren’s mound, every time he sunk in to his hilt. Slapping of skin and thick, wet sounds got louder. Thick gobs of slick dripped from Eren’s pussy as it was fucked out of him, dripping down Levi’s cock and thighs. The sheets below were no doubt soaked. Where they joined was a fragrant mess of mating and arousal.

Control was slipping fast, his pace turning mindless. Underneath them, the bed squeaked ever so faintly, betraying them to anyone below who could possibly be awake at this hour. If the tenants bothered to listen, they’d know exactly what was happening up in Eren’s apartment. 

But not with who… 

It was dangerous. But, try as he might, Levi could not slow down. He’d waited too long for this. It was too hot, too good. He needed to fuck Eren. Knot him. Nothing else mattered. 

“Uhn! Oh – Eren! Fuck, Eren, yes!”

Their sweat slicked bodies moved together, hot and sinful. 

Despite the passion — the raw carnal desire to fulfill his alphan needs — Levi quickly grew to notice a twinge in his back and the exhaustion of his muscles, specifically his thighs and lower back. Damn it. He growled and slowed, thinking. 

The angle they were at was awkward for him. Short as he was, and with Eren being all long and tall, it was a bit of a strain to get to both Eren’s neck and pussy. Not to mention, Levi wasn’t as young as he used to be. It was hard to keep up with a young, spry thing like Eren. 

His inner alpha growled at that. He was still virile; he could still breed! 

He just needed to readjust. Yes, that would fix it.

One of Eren’s pillows proved great for that purpose. Stuffing one under Eren’s lower back, the omega’s hips were now tilted at a great angle, making it much easier to sink back in with less effort. Gravity helped a lot, and the position allowed Levi to pound away without having to arch his back too much. Like this, his motions could be more fluid. Less jerky and harsh. As he slid back in, it was clear this benefitted them both. Like this, Levi was hitting just the right spots inside of his lovely Eren, his sweet thing. Eren now mewled with something much huskier, much more desperate every time he fucked in. 

Levi sat back to admire Eren coming undone in this new position, panting slightly and rolling his hips slowly to watch his sweet thing squirm as he nudged that spot over and over again.

Then he froze. His hips stilled and Eren gave a sleepy, disgruntled whine at the halt of pleasure. Levi wanted to kick himself at denying Eren his no doubt building orgasm, but he had to check to see if it happened again. If it was just a trick of the light. A slow, sensual thrust proved him wrong. No, he’d seen it right the first time. 

The alpha moaned as he watched it again. Couldn’t help but give a deep, full thrust to watch it again — more defined this time. It was there, all right.

There, under Eren’s navel, was a bump. And not just any bump, but a distinctly familiar bulge. Every time Levi’s hips moved in this new position, he could watch his cock move within his Eren. The way it strained at the skin, contorting beneath the layers of skin and muscle to show where exactly in the omega’s womb Levi was, deep and thick.

This was —

What a magnificent thing. 

Levi couldn't control his mouth. The filthiest praise spewing in tandem with guttural groans. He ought to shut it up by licking into Eren’s mouth or doing something useful, but that was a faraway thought. Eren was even more perfect for him than he thought. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen — the carnal evidence of him buried within his sweet thing’s pussy. And Eren was clearly loving it. 

Because of course he did.

His alpha was fucking him so deep and well, giving him never felt before pleasure. The kind that a knotting dildo could never even hope to touch. This spot within Eren was only reachable by Levi. Even if another alpha ever got this chance (which Levi wouldn’t let them live if that were the case), they couldn’t ever achieve what Levi could do for his little sweet. Levi was the only thing Eren needed. 

He had half a mind to throw away Eren’s knotting dildo with this logic, but knew his darling omega needed something to tide him over until Levi got him the way he wanted him. The alpha would never dare deny Eren that pleasure. For now, Levi would let that toy remain. A poor substitute for himself. But right now, it was Levi moving within Eren’s womb. The real thing — The proof was right there in Eren’s gut. 

His sweet thing deserved a reward. The alpha drew the pad of his thumb over Eren’s clit in quick little circles. The slickened nub was stiff and raw. Eren squirmed beautifully beneath him, actually finding the strength to toss his head a bit and moan louder. Levi drowned in the noises; the pure sight of him alone. All the while, he kept up his pace, both in his hips and his fingers. Watching Eren come on his cock was one of his biggest desires. He’d been waiting for this for so long.

“That’s it sweet thing, come for alpha. C’mon, you can do it. Be good for me.”

The poor omega was so overwhelmed, it was clear he was trying to twist and fuck himself onto the alpha’s cock for himself, but his drug heavy limbs left him uselessly squirming. That was alright. Levi could fix it. He bent over Eren, adjusting his angle, trying deeper, shallower, to the right or left, until it was just right. When he could tell by the shrill whimpers of his beloved that he’d hit it spot on. Right there. That was where it felt best for his sweet omega. 

Levi happily pounded that spot, turning Eren into a mindless mess. The rawest sounds ripped from his throat. Oh, it was beautiful. Eren was so loud, and all for his alpha. Levi was fucking those noises right out of him. His belly burned at the thought, but he bit his tongue and swallowed down his own ecstasy. It was about Eren right now. 

Eren must come first. It was his gift to Eren. One of many tonight. Even as his fingers cramped and grew sore, the alpha continued. Whatever it took to make his Eren cum. Levi’s orgasm could wait. 

Besides, it would be for the best to get Eren loose and pliant after getting him so wound up again. It would make it all the easier to fuck a knot into him. 

God, Levi needed to see this from his point of view — again and again. Struggling to keep pace while he blindly reached for the phone, his spirits soared as his fingers hit the familiar shape. Without missing a beat, he held it up to capture it all.

He made sure to get the whole experience. From where his thick girth was plunged in to the hilt of Eren’s slickened, swollen pussy. The way his omega’s hips canted mindlessly to chase Levi’s touch. The fat bulge appearing from outside his womb on each quick fuck in. 

“Feels good omega? Huh? Is this how you like it? Look at you — all fucking hot and twitching around me. You gonna cum for me, baby? You like it when I play with you pretty pussy like this? Stroke you all right and well.”

Eren whined, lips parted and open, brow pinched in endless pleasure. Levi had put that look on his face. Fuck. 

“Cum on my cock, sweet thing. Gonna make you feel so good — fuck!”

Eren’s silky walls squeezed around him, constricting him in this inescapable, maddening heat. Levi choked on a moan, but dutifully kept his pace, watching Eren tremble beneath him, limbs twitching in time with Levi’s strokes to his clit, toes curling. He’d never been inside anything like it before. He could never, ever, be satisfied with his knotting toy now. Not after this. Not after experiencing his little omega cum on his cock like that, so sweetly, so beautifully. 

“There you go, omega. Good boy. Easy,” he breathed out in awe. 

As Eren twitched beneath him, Levi possessively stroked through the slickness of Eren’s straining opening. Awestruck, he traced a finger around where Eren stretched wide around him.

“Fuck, just look at you” he whispered lovingly.

Shiny cum had formed a puddle on Eren’s stomach, gathering in the concave of his stomach and the creases from where Levi had his legs pushed back. The alpha trailed his fingers through it, swirling across the warm mess his sweet thing had made, before tracing light fingers up his omega’s softening cock. At the touch to the sensitive flesh, Eren groaned and shuddered. Levi played with it, enraptured by how pink it was, slightly red at the tip and positively spent and dripping. How good it felt to feel his omega in hand. It brought him great pride to know he’d wrung an orgasm from this very cock; something sated deep within his alpha’s psyche. 

Before he returned that camera back to its nest of pillows, he tried to awkwardly position the camera underneath him, to capture the way his balls were stuffed against the small expanse of skin between the omega’s furled opening. He gave a low moan, belly and cock twitching. A part of him wondered if he’d ever get the chance to try one of Eren’s other holes. 

Perhaps another time. Once Eren was pupped and they had time to prep for something like that. Right now, that wasn’t the important part of all this. Though… his sweet thing did have quite the mouth on him. A shudder ran up Levi’s spine at the memories of searing, soft, wet heat and a squeezing throat. Choked noises and soft lips around his base.

While reminiscing, and waiting for Eren to recover and not be too terribly sensitive, he slowly ground in. Just enough to keep himself hard and ready, but not enough to be uncomfortable for Eren. 

The camera got to see it all too. His pretty little omega. His sweet thing. All fucked out and pliant on his still hard, aching cock.

Now that Eren had gotten his pleasure, it was Levi’s turn. 

This belonged to Levi. His pretty pussy to fuck as he pleased. 

His omega. 

His.

All his. 

Once he deemed Eren ready, he popped himself out long enough to reposition his phone to catch a new angle and quickly readjusted himself back on top of Eren. To be outside of his omega for too long would be agony. He needed to join them back as soon as he could to reassure his sweet thing that he was still here, that Levi would still give him that knot he promised, that Eren probably dreamed about every day. Levi could not let him wait any longer. 

A loud, lewd squelch sounded as he pushed back in. Eren’s poor pussy was all sloppy and agape, positively fucked and used. The alpha groaned at the noise, shivers going up his spine. What a noise. What a sight. 

Again, he began to move. At first it was firm, sound thrusts, but it quickly fell apart. His hips clapped against Eren’s cheeks and thighs as the exhilaration all came rushing back. The primal urge to cover and protect the omega he was mating with came back tenfold and he ignored the complaining of his back as he draped over Eren again, clutching at him desperately to keep them close. It was some baser instinct, now that he knew he was going to knot, that he had to hold on. His hands found purchase on the omega’s hips, giving him leverage to hold on to. 

Fuck his blood was singing with desire and lust. He pounded desperately into Eren, chasing after his orgasm and feeling his knot forming fast. It bumped at the entrance of Eren’s pussy, catching slightly as it continued to swell. Oh, it felt heavenly, teasing his knot in and out, moaning along with Eren as the alpha tempted himself to finish already and knot them close. But he wanted to keep going — wanted to fuck Eren for as long as possible before he physically couldn’t. The pleasure and stimulation of fucking in and out of Eren’s wet, squeezing lips was delicious and incomparable. Levi wanted more, more, more. He could never get enough. He felt like a crazed man, insatiable.

It wasn’t fair; all his daydreaming and fantasies about knotting Eren came to him. He wanted so badly to slam himself in and cum, but he also didn’t want to ever stop pumping his hips in and out. In and out. It was glorious. Levi never wanted to stop.

Eren was a dream — no — better than a dream. Levi had died and gone to heaven because nothing had ever felt like this. His sweet little omega beneath him was breathily crying and panting as he fucked him so good, both of them eager for Levi’s knot to come. 

“Just a little more, sweet thing,” he gasped, hips pumping, “ —Ah! I-I’ll give you your knot soon, just —mhh, just hold on baby.” his voice wavered and desperate whimpers colored his words. “You feel so good, oh, I knew you would feel amazing, but this…” His words tapered off into disbelieving laughter and then a moan.

Oh, his little omega would be so appreciative when Levi’s cum spilled into his womb. His perfect thing deserved it. Levi would give him his best knot, the largest it could go, and give him as much cum as he had. All of it for Eren. His sweetest treasure. 

His hips stuttered as he trembled, hips slapping against Eren’s ass. The wettest noises emulated from where they were joined, and it only strived to push Levi to continue. Eren was clearly enjoying himself immensely. Pleasure during sex had never been like this before. Sure, he’d been with omegas in the past, but none of them had been Eren. None of them had ever been this wet before, or this good. Not a single one could compare to this divine entity he now had underneath him. He’d never been so eager to pup an omega in his life, thrusting like a man under a spell. His little minx, making him incapable of wanting anything else but to breed him and serve him. And Levi could do nothing but obey him. 

What a life it would be to serve Eren as his mate. Levi could think of nothing lovelier.

Eren’s swollen stomach popped into his head again. 

Imagining how sweet and docile Eren would be when Levi pupped him finally broke what fragile resolve he had and he sank into Eren, pressing his swollen knot firmly at the tight entrance. Eren whined beneath him, wiggling at the stretch, but Levi held him down, snarling slightly that the omega wasn’t laying still and taking his knot. His instincts loathed the idea of the omega moving at such an important moment of their mating. He had to be in.

“Take it! Take my fucking knot omega. It’s all for you. Just open up for me honey, let me fill you. Be good for me; I know you can do it.”

He feared his fingers would leave behind dark bruises along the arch of Eren's hip bones and the swell of his ass from how hard he was gripping the omega in place.

Perhaps later, once his head cleared, he’d be able to rationalize what happened and forgive Eren for the involuntary action. First knots were a big deal in a relationship. And uncomfortable to take, especially with one already as inflated as Levi’s. The omega's body just wasn’t adjusted to the size of his yet after cumming on that smaller dildo for so long. There would need to be a few more until Eren could relax and accept him, familiar and eager.

Obviously it wasn’t Eren’s fault he’d never taken the proper knot of his alpha. Here was an example of Levi’s shortcomings. He’d have to beg forgiveness later. Repent his sins at the feet of his lover.

For now, his body caged Eren in, forcing him to stay in place as Levi pushed harder, feeling a rush of ecstasy when Eren's body suddenly swallowed him in, popping his knot into place. With his knot cradled in a safe, hot hole, his dick quickly got to work emptying into the condom. Instantly, both of them relaxed. Eren’s uncertain whining tapered into a groan paired with a shudder. 

“Yes…” the tension flooded out of Levi’s shoulders as he shakily released an orgasmic sigh. All was well and the hard part over. “So good.”

Levi, always remembering Eren’s pleasure, rewarded him by stroking him through it, his praise breathed out with raw affection and pride. “There we go. That’s it. That’s my good omega. You’re so perfect for me, aren’t you, sweet thing?”

The words only served to encourage himself more, and he nudged Eren’s legs even farther apart, causing him to shift closer inside.

“— ha!” He choked off a laugh at the sensation, feeling warm and fuzzy, like he was drunk. “We fit together, see? You’re perfect for me,” he whispered deliriously. His mind was foggy and all he could think about was Eren, hot and wet around him. Perfect. Like he’d always imagined it. 

His fantasies could never compare to the real thing. This was beyond his mind’s abilities. Eren was everything he’d ever wanted and more. 

He bottomed out, trying to grind himself in more. Deeper, deeper. The urge to bury himself further inside of Eren never subsided, never waned. He feared he’d never be far enough in his omega to satisfy the rolling beast in his chest. Instinct never calmed until Eren was well and truly bred, bitten. Mated. It was as if his body knew this wouldn’t take, but still thought that perhaps if he got farther in, it would. 

Levi shuffled forward on his knees, pressing as close to Eren as he could get, wrapping his arms around to hold him close. There was no telling where Levi ended and Eren began. They were a heap of limbs and rolling bodies. Fluid spilled and skin shifted over skin. The stink of sex permeating the air between them: hot, thick, and intoxicating. 

Only the scent of almost-too-ripe oranges and rich, browned sugar stained the sheets. Not a trace of Levi could be found. No claim over the sweet scent that was his Eren. He grit his teeth in frustration. 

Eren’s fluttering walls worked around his cock, massaging him blissfully, even if the sensations were dulled through the latex of the condom. It was just right. His tip spurted eagerly as his omega coaxed more cum from him, and his body obeyed, achingly trying to breed the pretty thing below him. Whatever Eren wished, he would give it to him. Cum in him a thousand times tonight if Eren kept whimpering and shifting like that, clearly hungry for more, already. Levi gave another firm thrust and Eren cried out breathily as he did so. Finally, Eren locked around him, accepting the knot and tying them together. 

Levi’s eyes rolled as his breaths stuttered, the air knocked from his lungs at the intensity. He went boneless. A lock! This night could not get any better. His groin throbbed and his spine tingled with unimaginable pleasure. Like a rolling tide, dragging him under in the current. He allowed it to consume them both. They could drown in one another if they let it happen. Together, they trembled in each other's embrace. 

“That’s it,” he breathed in Eren’s ear, pressing soft kisses to the front of Eren’s bared throat, “take all that you want. It’s all yours. Milk my knot omega. It’s all for you. Keep me inside of you until you’re satisfied.”

Levi’s low groan sounded through the room as he rutted against Eren, trying to wiggle his knot in just a hair more, thinking only with his knot. The sheets rustled under them, paired with Levi’s ragged breaths. It was by far his best orgasm yet, couldn’t compare to a toy or his hand, fuck, who was Levi kidding? No lay he’d ever had had been as good as what he just experienced with Eren. His body still tingled like live electricity was coursing through him. There was no other true happiness than being locked inside of Eren’s warm, wet heat, joined in the most intimate way possible. 

Eren was all around him, beneath him, in the air, soft under his touch. Tanned thighs warmed his hips, his chest raising and lowering beneath Levi’s in a perfect match. His intoxicating scent filled the alpha’s senses everywhere. 

His entire world. 

Levi pressed his cheek to Eren’s in an affectionate gesture of familial scenting. “My omega…” he whispered. Love choked his voice and pleasure made it raw. 

“Ah!” he called lightly, eyes shutting and brows pinching in bliss, as he circled his hips one last time, feeling Eren squeeze and massage him — the best, most pleasurable pain on his raw, sensitive dick. “It’s alright, take it all, sweet thing.” 

His fingers massaged Eren’s hips, soothing away the ache and worshiping him as the omega took his fill, the same way Levi took his. 

“My body is yours, Eren. My cock, my knot — I’ll never have someone else the way I have you. No one else deserves you.” 

“I’ll keep you full tonight. All night.”

As they remained tied together, Levi rocked himself through more orgasms as they came, rolling his hips slowly to let the swell overtake him again and again. Sometimes he simply shifted to feel his knot tug and Eren’s muscles flutter around him in response. Occasionally, a slick sound would indicate that he managed to slip out slightly, so he’d sink back in to his full depth. His dick remained stiff and hard inside of the omega, knot showing no signs of deflating any time soon.

Even when Eren’s lock released, Levi was still inflated inside of him, draped over the omega’s unconscious form as he reveled in the feeling of being stuffed inside his beautiful, lovely omega. This was right where they belonged: Levi blanketed over Eren’s smooth, unblemished form with his sweet thing cradled underneath him. A protector of what was his.

For a first time, the knotting experience had been intense. Levi was salivating at the thought of doing this for real. No condoms, no barriers, just real, raw mating. And a bite to finish the job. Having Eren awake and whimpering underneath him with lust-glazed eyes while Levi fucked him mercilessly wasn’t too far off now. He couldn’t wait to see the haze that would gloss over Eren’s pretty green eyes when the alpha fucked him full of cum. How he would crumple and submit as Levi sank his fangs into his nape.

Levi purred, a true, happy alpha purr, as he humped slowly against Eren, stimulating himself enough to work through another weak, but blissful orgasm. He allowed himself a tiny, pleased gasp as it washed over him pleasantly. Beneath him, in time with his thrusts, Eren whimpered so wonderfully. That sound would be seared into his psyche for the rest of time. Levi had lost count of how many times Eren came on his knot. The lock didn’t always occur when Eren orgasmed, but the omega would clamp briefly on him before letting up. 

“Does that feel good omega?” He whispered, tucking a stray hair behind Eren’s ear. It was positively a mess from their intense love making. “How’s that knot feel, all stuffed up in your tight little hole? Does alpha fill you up nice and well?”

When his final wave of pleasure tingled its way up his spine and to his toes leaving him a bone-tired, gooey mess, Levi finally stilled balls-deep in Eren, sated at last. Good thing he’d kept up with his suppressant pill, or he was certain that alone would have pushed him into rut. And damn, had that knot been pretty close to rut length. 

Thankfully, Levi knew it wasn't a true rut; just his body being over-excited at laying claim to the omega he’d been scent-marking and courting, not understanding that it wasn’t quite time to breed. The alpha reveled in his hazy pleasure, blissed out on a long influx of hormones and a good fucking. His instincts did get the better of him and before he could stop himself, he was scrubbing his throat and cheek over Eren’s head, purring up a storm like an idiot and trying vainly to scent mark his omega. Claim him as his and his only. No one else would get this one. He was all Levi’s. 

More appreciation for his past self blossomed within him when he surfaced from his post-knot haze, blinking when he remembered why it would have been a bad idea to scent mark Eren. Though his inner alpha pouted at there being no trace of himself on the omega’s silky hair when he sniffed, the rational part understood that it was for the best. Scent blocking gel was simultaneously the bane of his existence and his one saving grace right now. 

To override the disappointment, he extracted himself from his omega, tying off the used condom and tossing it into a plastic bag for him to take with him so he could roll Eren over to capture his soft lips in a slow, loving kiss. With care, he wrapped his arms around Eren and licked into his mouth, cradling his limp neck with a sturdy palm, the other cupping his cheek. Around his hips, Eren’s tanned, smooth thighs rested beautifully around him, like they’d gotten finished with a round of sleepy morning sex, tired from the passion, but still craving that closeness. Levi smirked to himself and hiked Eren’s legs up to fit closer around him, crossing them limply behind his back.

There. It was like Eren didn’t want him to leave almost as much as Levi didn’t want to leave him. 

The taste of oranges on his lips made them tingle pleasantly. Levi wanted to bask in his sweet thing for a few more minutes. Stolen moments and sneaked pleasures were all he had, and he was going to make the most of it while it was possible. 

For the rest of the night they lay intertwined like that, Levi wasting away his remaining time admiring Eren’s beauty. He played with his hair, plucked at his nipples to keep them rosy and peaked, then soothing them with kisses, and thumbed over Eren’s closed eyes to brush at the delicate fan of his eyelashes. Those soft, tender gestures reminded Levi of how delicate his love was. Eren needed him. As a protector. A lover. Something so pure and fragile was vulnerable to the evil of the world. Levi was the only thing standing between that. The only thing that could keep Eren safe and happy. 

He kept himself pressed close to Eren and even though he wasn’t hard, he slipped himself in once or twice just to feel that warmth around him. It felt right, keeping his sweet thing full. 

Another hour later and another condom applied, Levi was knotted between Eren’s legs, pressing frantic kisses up and down his elegant neck, dragging his lips over that perfectly sculpted jawline, muttering filthy praises.

The sun would be rising soon along with Eren. Forlornly, Levi left the warmth of his omega’s nest, allowing the chill of loneliness to rush in between them once more. It pained him to leave his sweet thing’s side, but he did find some comfort that he’d done his duty as an alpha and warmed their bed for as long as he could. 

Now, it was time to patrol and protect; guard his territory and ensure his sweet little omega woke to nothing more than the stink of sweat and slick, sated, and safe. 

Diligently and meticulously, Levi cleaned. It was one thing that grounded him and distracted him. Eren’s skin was wiped clean. Not a trace left behind. The bedding was meagerly rearranged, the alpha doing his best to reconstruct the nest, though the skill was not one of his strongest. 

Of course, that probably wasn’t too important — Eren would think he’s simply thrashed around, so drunk, he’d blacked out, but Levi wanted to provide. His heart ached for the omega day in and day out. How could he come into his omega’s nest and destroy it? His inner alpha loathed to leave the omega in such disarray. All that hard work presented to him, and now it was rumpled and disheveled. The least Levi could do was tidy it up and weave his own touch into the nest as both his thanks and apologies. 

Though it hurt his heart to do, there was one thing that would further the cover Levi’s love making. Bitter jealousy and resentment hung heavy in the back of his throat as he retrieved that wretched, unsatisfactory knotting dildo and held it up. 

To even imply that this stupid thing could have done all that!? To let Eren believe that he could ever be sated like that on a false knot. What an insult. Levi could not believe he was doing this. His inner alpha seethed, snarled, and raged, but Levi knew he had to do it. For Eren. 

Slotting it at the entrance of Eren’s wrecked pussy, Levi gently, soothingly guided it in, twisting it carefully to coat it liberally in juices and slick. Eren groaned in discomfort, making Levi frown and soothe a hand over his thigh.

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.”

His sweet, sweet Eren. Even asleep, he knew this piece of plastic was not worthy of him. That reaction he just had proved to Levi that Eren’s inner omega hated that fake cock too, especially after being stuffed full of a real alpha cock mere minutes ago. 

Further shriveling up Levi’s heart, he did the unthinkable. He pulled it straight out with a lewd squelch and haphazardly tossed the sopping wet, sloppy, uncleaned dildo onto the nightstand for it to sully, and probably destroy, the wood. A part of the alpha died, leaving behind a mess like that. Especially after making himself at home in his omega’s nest. It was almost despicable to show that kind of disrespect to Eren. But he had to do it. 

When Eren woke, the ache between his legs could be explained away. The pounding in his head was nothing of major concern and the disarray of his nest was of his own doing. 

Levi was never here. 

The only remaining evidence was on the alpha’s phone and a new photo of Eren nestled in under the covers, redressed and unassuming, joined the ever-growing gallery. 

All trash went into the plastic bag which was tied up neatly with a little bow, waiting to be removed and disposed of. The wine glass was cleaned, put away, and a new one retrieved and placed back at the table. A little bit of wine was added in the new one, mimicking the first, now untraceable. Undetectable. 

Because, of course, Eren simply drank too much. That mixed horribly with the lingering drugs in his system. Armin could attest to that. To really make it believable, he made sure to pour out most of the old bottle, just to really sell the story. 

Before he left, Levi made sure to delete that last message from Eren’s phone.

It may be gone from Eren’s, but it had a twin somewhere else in the world… and was burned forever behind the alpha’s silver eyes. 

Chapter Text

The moment Levi met Zeke, he immediately decided he hated him. 

One would think the sibling of such a perfect being would house a similar kind of effect on the grumpy alpha, but that wasn’t the case. 

It had now been nearly two weeks since he had his fun in Eren’s apartment and everything was perfect. Every time Levi and Eren bumped into each other, the omega would blind him with his smile and send his heart into palpitations. In return, Levi would indulge the omega in a simple chat and an affectionate send off. God, he was going soft, but he didn’t mind. Eren was the only one Levi would dote on until the end of eternity. 

Any spare time he had, it went towards Eren. Whether that be going through the omega’s digital profiles to find out everything he could on his sweet thing or checking in on his omega’s nest to ensure all was safe, Levi’s life revolved around Eren now. At all times of the day, he had to know what Eren was up to, where he was, who he was with, you name it. It was for Eren’s safety, of course. Levi trusted his omega with his whole heart — it was the world he didn’t trust with his beautiful, delicate treasure. The rest of the world didn’t appreciate all that Eren was. They didn’t deserve him. Levi was the only one who knew how priceless Eren’s laughter was or how sweet his scent could turn when he was happy and safe. 

Sometimes Levi followed him around as he went about his errands, but most of the time, his well-behaved little sweet did all the reporting back to him — all on his own. His precious omega knew not to leave his alpha worrying long. Perfect for Levi in every way.

All of Eren’s social media profiles were synced up. 

If Levi hadn’t seen a tweet in a while telling him what Eren was doing, he was sure to find out the omega’s location on Snapchat. Any sort of vacation Eren went on or gift he received from a relative, Eren documented it all on Facebook. Tagged photos. At mentions in comments. Quote tweets. Even when Levi wasn’t there physically with Eren, he saw it all.

That was why one afternoon when he was coming down the stairs from doing a repair on the second floor, he was more than surprised to be caught completely off guard. For the past week, since he always knew when Eren came back from work or school, the alpha had planned his maintenance work around the omega’s schedule so they’d conveniently bump into each other on the stairs.

So far, it had been working flawlessly.

At first, he’d felt that familiar elation that coursed through his entire body when Eren had, as expected, rounded the corner on the stairwell. And Eren looked mildly surprised at seeing him, then excited.

“Levi! Hello!”

What came after ground Levi’s whole world to a halt: Alpha scent.

Potent, disgusting, poor-tasting alpha stench that was far too close to his omega for his liking. Wafting around Eren’s clear, happy scent and mingling atrociously. 

Then the bearded bastard rounded the corner behind his omega and eclipsed Eren’s loveliness; the epitome of any other stupid alpha brute. 

It had taken all of Levi’s willpower to keep his expression neutral and scent in check. After the moment of surprise wore off, Levi quickly recognized the blond alpha to be Zeke, Eren’s half brother. Most of his profiles were easy to find as well, though not nearly as interesting.

“Hello Eren.” He greeted warmly, preferring to turn his attention to the pleasing sight of his omega who was laden down with grocery bags. His eyes roved over Eren’s sweaty neck and the few baby hairs that were plastered to the smooth skin. It took the rest of his willpower to choke down the instinctive need to gather him up in his arms and trail open mouthed kisses all over it to taste the salt on Eren’s skin. “Who’s your visitor?” He asked, feigning ignorance and ripping his gaze away to meet Zeke’s head on. Playing the part of the friendly, responsible landlord had become as easy as slipping into a second skin. Both alphas stared at each other, Zeke’s narrowing as he sized the smaller alpha up. 

“This is my brother, Zeke.” Eren introduced them, shuffling his bags awkwardly in his hands. They looked heavy. Anger churned in Levi’s stomach. Zeke’s massive, brutish hands were free, coming to cross over his chest as the alpha muttered. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. —?”

“Ackerman.” Levi said shortly, offering a hand out. Zeke’s twitched, about to reach out for a handshake… when Levi extended it to Eren instead. The omega’s expression flooded with relief and Eren gladly handed over two of the overstuffed bags. Only Eren was going to be allowed to call him Levi. He would not handle disrespect from this intruding, self-absorbed alpha who wouldn’t even spare a hand to help his omegan sibling. 

Levi ignored Zeke’s scowl.

“He’s only in town for a few days, so I opened up my apartment to him. I hope that’s alright?” Eren rambled nervously. “I know the lease guidelines state that we can’t have visitors stay with us for more than a week, but Zeke’s not staying that long. I promise we won’t cause any disruptions, sir.”

Levi frowned.  Why did his sweet thing call him ‘sir’ instead of using his name? Eren always called him Levi ever since he’d been given permission. And to go against his lease guidelines without asking him first? It was disappointing. Usually, Eren was so perfect and well-behaved down to the T: bills paid on time every time, no noise complaints, and surpassed standard apartment cleanliness. 

He narrowed his eyes. It must be Zeke’s fault; he was tainting Eren’s good behavior with his presence. All he did was ruin things. Just like that no-good sire of theirs. 

“If it’s really that much trouble, I can book a hotel room.” Zeke’s gruff, grating voice interrupted his thoughts. Levi blinked, clearing his mind. 

It was then that he realized that his scent was tinged with sour annoyance and displeasure, curling unpleasantly through the stairwell. 

Ah. That would explain Eren’s attempt at respect. His perfect, sweet omega, trying to calm his alpha down and placate him.

How could he ever be mad at Eren? It was Zeke that needed to go. 

He opened his mouth to agree, more than eager to rid his territory of this vile new addition, but caught sight of Eren’s crestfallen face. His pouty lips looked so welcoming, trying to entice the alpha to bring him close and softly press their lips together. He was practically begging Levi to come and comfort him. The way Eren’s whole presence wilted from fear of upsetting the alpha once more moved the cold, rusty gears of his heart. 

Curse his instincts — howling at him to keep Eren happy. 

“It’s fine, brat.” He said instead, swapping his words the second before they left his mouth. “But just this once. You’ve always been a good tenant and a pleasure to have around.” Unable to resist adding the extra praise. Eren flushed in response, his face instantly lit up and his scent flooding with relief. Honeysuckle blossoms in an orange grove. 

Zeke hardly put effort into hiding his smug look.

“Don’t let it happen again.” He added in warning, but put extra effort towards lightening his scent to assure his Eren that he wasn’t truly mad. 

“Of course! Thank you so much, Levi!” His omega chirped and they resumed their trudge up the stairs. 

As they walked, Zeke eyed the heavy tool box clunking at Levi’s other side. 

“Do the apartments require repairs often?” The blond alpha asked nonchalantly. Levi’s blood simmered. He didn’t want to make useless small talk with this useless hairy bastard — he wanted to talk to Eren and Eren alone. No one else. He grunted non-committedly in his throat, purposefully not giving a clear answer. 

Let the stupid monkey figure out what he meant.

Eren panted slightly at his side, making Levi’s heart ache for him. Oh, his poor sweet. Once Levi mated him, he'd never suffer so uselessly. It broke his heart that such a sweet little omega had to struggle with such hardships. And his brother still had not reached for a single bag! He thought sourly. There was nothing Levi could do at the moment to relieve his burdens, having taken what could fit in his free hand while his other lugged his tools. 

What was even in the bags?

Levi glanced down subtly, eyeing the contents through the gap at the top. There was quite an abundance of household cleaning products, all from reputable brands that Levi could vouch for. That brought a smile to his face. An omega after his own heart, as they would say. A box of tissues. And a bottle —

Levi’s heart broke.

He stumbled on the next step, the toe of his boot catching on the lip, and regained his balance awkwardly.

“Whoa! Are you alright?” Eren’s concerned voice asked behind him. A beautiful melody; a balm to the wound. He cared about Levi and his well being. Or at least, he had to keep telling himself that. 

He shook his head. “Fine. My hands were full, that’s all.” He muttered back. It wasn’t a big deal. The rest of Eren’s groceries showed that he was probably stockpiling. That was all. Nothing to worry about. 

“Eren’s been telling me that his A.C. unit is acting up.” Zeke spoke up once more once they reached the door. He raised his eyebrows at Levi. Accusingly. Levi glared at him behind Eren’s back as he struggled to unlock the door. 

“I was unaware there was an issue,” he said flatly.

“Oh, I’m sure Eren didn’t want to insult you. He’s kind like that. I try to keep an eye out for my little brother, that’s all. Perhaps I can help him look for another apartment while I’m in town? A better one.” Zeke responded, his voice neutral but his glare just as hot and suspicious as when they had first made eye contact. “What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t offer to pitch in on rent in a nicer district? Keep the family close, you know what I mean?”

A threat.

Eren huffed and dumped his bags on the stoop, unable to get the key in with the extra hindrance. 

“I work hard to keep my tenants comfortable,” Levi bit back. “My complex is well maintained.”

“Ah, right. And that residue of blood near the entrance?” 

He was trying to piss Levi off. And it was almost working. 

“Unfortunate that it stained,” Levi said cooly, keeping his eyes on Eren as the omega jiggled his lock, “I was planning on getting the exterior refurbished anyways.”

Truth be told, that was the one time in Levi’s life that he had half-assed a cleaning job. The thin, tapered outlines of blood droplets were enough to keep his inner alpha’s demands that he display his triumphs in defending his territory at bay.

The door popped open and Eren let out a sigh, bending down to gather his atrocious number of bags. 

“Seems like a dangerous area. Eren might need to move in with me to avoid something like that happening in the future.” Zeke suggested, barging in front of Levi and entering the apartment first.

Levi watched him go, hanging back and waiting for his omega to enter before him. Like a respectful alpha should, he thought darkly. Not to mention a great opportunity to get a blatant view of Eren’s ass. His sweet thing deserved to be appreciated.

Eren rolled his eyes and blew a stray strand of hair from his face. “Quit that, will you? I’ve already told you, I’m not moving out.” He called as he staggered across the threshold. “Besides, Levi’s got my back. Right?”

Hope flared in Levi’s chest. There was his good omega; so strong and competent. And that beautiful ass… 

Levi would gladly take up the rear and support everything the omega did. 

He hummed in agreement, shuffling after him. Eren unceremoniously dumped his stuff again on the living room floor. Levi opted to place his neatly on the kitchen counter. The omega rifled through his bags before giving a triumphant cry and pulling a relatively massive box from one. 

An air mattress. 

Good, he thought. Relief flooded him and helped some of the tension drop from his shoulders.

The couch had Levi’s scent on it. His and Eren’s. That was his territory. In fact, the apartment was beginning to home their mingling scents ever so slightly. The air was still saturated with everything Eren, but Levi was there too. Faintly. Buried under the layers of omega scent. The knot in his stomach lessened when he saw that Zeke would not taint his claim. Especially relieved that the alpha would not clamber into bed alongside his beloved. Siblings or not, Eren’s nest was for Eren and Levi only. No outsiders.

“Thanks for the help, Levi,” Zeke said dismissively with a wave, making the short alpha’s anger gurgle dangerously inside. How dare he? Levi was not some dog to be shooed out of the home once dinner started. 

“Mr. Ackerman will do fine,” He snapped in a reprimanding tone as he prepared to stalk out. Behind his stupid glasses, Zeke’s eyes flashed with surprise. 

“Right, of course. We’ll call if we need anything else.” The bane of his existence. How on earth could these two be related? Surely this was a joke.

“Oh, stop that!” Eren complained from his seat on the floor, his eyes glued to the instruction manual. “Levi is a friend, not a servant. Treat him with some respect, will you?” At the beration, the alpha had the decency to look mildly ashamed. 

Levi gave a smug smirk at Zeke’s faltering expression. Zeke then glared at him. That was his Eren, alright. Zeke should give him more respect. Once he and Eren were bonded, Zeke would have to get used to putting up with his brother’s mate. 

Or… Levi could do away with the shitty little monkey and have Eren all to himself. His dam was alright, he supposed; she could stay. It was important for a budding, pupped omega to reach out to their mothers for advice and guidance. 

She could stay, for now, Levi decided. 

“... stupid alphas…” Eren muttered under his breath, breaking Levi from his murderous musings. Both alphas frowned in offense. 

“I’ll give you a call some other time, okay?” His sweet turned to him, gifting him a soft, beautiful smile that melted his heart right there on the spot. The kind of smile that had him weak in the knees and feeling all soft and gooey on the inside. Levi could get lost in his emerald eyes. Just like he was doing right now. 

“Call?” Zeke said sharply, popping that blissful bubble. 

Eren rolled his eyes. “To fix my A.C.?” He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the entire world. 

Right. That. 

“Why can’t he just do it now?” Zeke said, irritated. “You’ve got your tools with you, don’t you?” He directed towards Levi. 

Oh, now all of the sudden he wanted him to stay?

While he did indeed have them, he shook his head. “Repairs, inspections, and all that stuff are recommended to be done when tenants aren’t present for legal reasons and for privacy concerns. Besides, I might need to order parts or get someone to professionally redo it if it’s not a quick fix,” he explained. “Then there’s the siding that I should see about fixing today, you know?” A subtle, mocking jab that he couldn’t help but tack on.

Zeke rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever.” The attitude he put into crossing his arms was astronomical. Levi was surprised the alpha’s arms didn’t permanently bend from how often he seemed to do it. He hated macho, posturing alphas. 

Eren clicked his tongue, oblivious to their little display. “Then it might be a while before it gets fixed since Zeke will be here most of the day while I’m out. There’s pretty much always going to be someone here for the next week or so.” The information was offered up freely as always. 

“But it’s alright, she hasn’t given out on me yet,” the omega joked.

“As soon as a window pops up for you, let me know,” Levi said with a frown. “I hate that you’ve been having trouble.”

“Honestly, it’s fine! Don’t worry about it.” Eren was quick to reassure him. “It’s just obnoxiously loud sometimes. As long as it works when it’s scorching outside, I’ll be alright.” His added giggle at the end further ensnared the alpha into that inescapable, bottomless pit of love. Something was just so right about Eren being so laid-back and relaxed in his apartment, free to joke and laugh. 

It was probably because Levi was there. 

Eren fit here — Zeke was a blind fool to try and tear his sweet thing from his home, his nest. That alpha should be ashamed of himself, trying to uproot an omega who was so clearly content in where he’d settled. 

“I should get going,” he finally said, gathering his things.

“Thank you for the help! You’re a saint, Levi.” Eren bid him goodbye as the alpha left, still fiddling with his air mattress. Was Zeke even going to help him with that? Levi frowned to himself as he left. That brother of his was a pain. And lazy. God, Levi hated lazy people. Everything about Zeke was repulsive. His poor omega, left to endure that monkey’s presence for god knew how long. 

Eren deserved a knot as a reward for putting up with that. A real one.

Levi floated down the stairs to his apartment, on cloud nine after the praise from his sweet thing. The heavy tool box at his side was probably the only thing keeping him grounded down to earth. Not even the thought of the brand new bottle of body wash he had seen in Eren’s shopping could dampen his mood. 

Levi’s hips thumped rhythmically against the plush pillow below him. His pillow was folded in half and jammed between his thighs, giving him a cushiony hole to fuck. Each smack of his hips against it was more desperate than the last, the alpha fucking into it frantically, eyes squeezed shut and teeth gritted. 

He was far from happy and this was equally far from enjoyable, if he was being honest. 

Somehow, he’d managed to misplace his knotting toy and he was far too irritated and horny to look for another replacement. What he was doing now was more a stress relief thing than a pleasure thing. With every passing moment since he’d left Eren’s apartment after meeting that… that bastard … his anger had slowly grown. Like a scruffy, half-dead weed erupting through the cracked pavement of a shady alleyway, fury had unfurled in his gut, dark and sinister, growing darker in the shadows. 

His skin prickled, hot with his combined anger and exertion. Sweat trickled from his temples and traced the bow of his spine.

One moment, he was on cloud nine, simply from having been in Eren’s presence. It was strange… he’d actually been willing to forget about Zeke for just a moment to enjoy some time to himself (with those videos of Eren to help him along, of course). But when his front door clicked shut and he was greeted by the silence of his cold and lonely apartment, the weeds began to take root. 

There was one thing he suddenly couldn’t look past anymore.

Zeke.

Too close to his omega. Disgusting. Unworthy of being in Eren’s presence. In Eren’s nest while Levi was down here. Alone. 

Levi bared his teeth at the torrent of unpleasant thoughts, like they were actual threats that needed to be chased off. He hunched further over his pillow, slamming his hips into it. An angry growl rumbled in his throat from the mere thought of the other alpha. His fingers dug into pristine white sheets, twisting and tearing as he viciously fucked his poor pillow.

He still had more pills left. He could have had a few more lovely nights with his omega this week, but Zeke had gone and fucked it all up! Showing up unannounced like this and inviting himself into his sweet thing’s nest like he damn near owned it. There was no way Levi could get to Eren now, with his brother essentially guarding his apartment all day and night. 

His pace sped up, jamming himself in and out of the snug, warm fabric at a nearly burning pace, cock stiff and an angry red. All he wanted was to come and be done with it. This should have been Eren right now, laid out below him and taking it. Levi had deprived him of yet another precious load. His poor omega. What an awful alpha he was. But it wasn’t his fault. 

This was all Zeke’s fault. 

Sweat dripped from his brow and his breath heaved erratically as he worked himself hard and fast. The anguish he felt was so intense he nearly couldn’t come, but he plowed on, smacking his lower half against his pillow pocket and growling. God, he wanted to bite something. Preferably Eren’s nape. He barely let up his pace as he searched his bed for something suitable. His fingers brushed his most treasured possession, calming blue reaching his gaze. 

Eren’s panties. Fine, they’d work. 

He shoved the fabric in his mouth, tonguing over it, desperately trying to get a hint of Eren’s sweetness to possibly calm himself down. He honestly couldn’t tell if there was anything lingering on them or if his own mind was calmed by the mere implication that something of Eren’s was near him.

A bead of sweat ran down his spine, making him shiver and hunker down onto all fours, changing his pace to sensually roll his hips. There — that was a little bit better. 

It was probably better this way. This was how he’d fuck Eren if he were here — soft and gentle, letting the omega feel all of Levi’s love. That was why he wasn’t able to come earlier; he’d never fuck Eren like that. 

He let out a hard, tired sigh as he lazily fucked his pillow. He just needed to think of Eren right now. Only Eren. His eyes, his scent. The way his pussy looked all wet and gleaming, ready and eager. All for Levi. How it felt searing and squeezing around him…

Drool soaked into the panties, officially ruining them. Levi couldn’t find himself to be upset. He deserved this small sacrifice. 

As he slowly worked himself up, he bowed his head to his sheets, resting between his hands, trying to calm himself and imagining the sheets as Eren’s soft skin. He’d worship Eren, kneel overtop of him and press his forehead to the knobs of his spine, tonguing each one. Deep, sensual thrusts. Levi’s hips played it out, mimicking his fantasy. Long, drawn out rolls that would let Eren feel every inch as it went in and out. His tongue danced around the soft fabric in his mouth. It could never be Eren, but it would have to do right now.

Eren wouldn’t have to do a thing. Levi would do all the work. As long as Eren laid there beautifully on his stomach and parted those scandalous legs, Levi would do anything he wanted to him. Wicked things. Sweet things. 

The sheets below his fingers shredded. His hips began to speed up again, eager. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend. In the mornings he’d fuck Eren nice and slow, filling him before they both started their days. When he came home from an outing, he’d bend Eren over any available surface, hard and fast, with no thought other than to refresh his claim.

Because Eren needed to be claimed. Eren needed Levi’s mark. It had to be soon. Before another came and took what was rightfully his. Levi was running out of time. Already, there was another alpha upstairs with his omega — right now! He needed to fuck. To breed. To claim —

Levi was ripped from his thoughts as he violently came, legs trembling as he desperately tried to fuck deeper into the flimsy pillow. All it did was bunch up at his hips, barely giving him friction or satisfaction. Fabric tore under his fists from where he’d grabbed handfuls, shredded and ruined. Eren’s panties dangled from between clenched teeth. 

He didn’t moan this time when he came; he growled. 

As his chest heaved and his heart pounded, he realized something… strange. He peeked an eye open and tried to think over his breathless gasps and raging thoughts. 

He was still hard.

Levi paced quickly through his apartment. Every corner and every surface had been saturated with his scent. He stalked through each room, checking to ensure his territory was thoroughly marked. Since leaving Eren’s apartment, he hadn’t been able to think straight. How much time had passed? It felt like he’d been walking back and forth for hours. Through the kitchen, into the living room, circle his bedroom, back to the kitchen, into the living room —

Fuck!

Levi snarled his agreement, glaring up at the ceiling like it was a portal to hell itself. He continued his pacing after deeming his glare satisfactory.

Into the bedroom, bypass the bathroom, back into the kitchen. 

He’d manage to wrestle on a pair of sweats before the pacing had begun. Then a shirt once he’d made a few passes. His movements were automatic — instinctual. No matter how hard he tried to resist the urge, it was like the pull of a riptide, dragging him out to sea. He felt like a caged animal, wild and dangerous. Control was slipping fast. All he could do was pace.

His alpha was restless in his head, desperate for something. Levi was pretty sure he knew what it was by now, and he couldn’t have it. Wasn’t sure how to get it. 

What should have been giddy excitement was now devastating disappointment. Through the growing fog, he was still sane enough to know that he needed to get his head on right, lest he give in and cause real trouble. It was just a matter of getting a hold of himself long enough to do it. However, his pacing continued, his scent dark, angry, and frustrated. He couldn’t stop, feet carrying him as they pleased.

Living room, bedroom, kitchen, living room, bedroom, kitchen. 

A notice would have to be posted. In case one of his tenants had an emergency, he’d need to call in a favor since he was about to be out of commission for a while. Hell, he was already teetering the edge. This could also turn to a lawsuit if he came into contact with anyone without a warning posted. It was his duty as landlord to alert his tenants of his cycle and urge them not to interact.

Alphas made good landlords: protective and driven. At the same time, rut season was brutal; for all, but Levi especially. Being unmated, his drive to mate was higher. Anyone could become a target for his instincts. While this would have been the perfect scenario to finally have his sweet Eren, Zeke had to fucking ruin it. 

Where was some paper? He needed a pen. 

In the living room. He tore through a drawer until he found a notepad, but no pen. A snarl of frustration — stalk into the bedroom and pace around aimlessly. Nightstand drawer. No pen. Slam it shut. 

Closet?

Haven’t scent marked there yet. Inside, prowl around, mark everything. 

No pen, but there was his knotting toy — fallen behind his shoe rack?

Didn’t matter. Was there something he was looking for? Probably. This, maybe? He needed to fuck. To breed. Circle back out to his bedroom. Lube up his toy. 

He slammed in, relentlessly fucking into it, hips frantic. He was panting again, hips jerking mindlessly, but there was no pleasure. Nothing satisfied him. No matter how fast, how slow, how deep he went, it wasn’t right.

It wasn’t Eren.

 Eren had ruined Levi. No toy could satisfy him anymore, nor his fist. He was stuck, frustrated and desperate. His stiff cock was nearly painful and his balls dreadfully swollen and tight. 

Fumbling with his phone, he pulled up the recent video of him and Eren and tried to fuck at pace with it. It was long — surely he’d be able to come a few times while watching it and let off some steam. Lube squelched loudly from his toy, almost too loud to be able to hear the underlying video audio, and his frustrated grunting was not helping. The fake silicone skin was grating, practically chafing his already sensitive, painful cock. It was too cold inside. His instinct howled to cum, but he just couldn’t.

This pussy was fake: lifeless. Fucking and knotting this thing wouldn’t give him any pups and his instincts knew that. He wanted something warm. Something wet. Something that would squeal with pleasure below him as he sank his teeth in to keep them still. He wanted to cover a body with his own and thrust into it, not stopping until the soft, sweet thing went placid on his knot.

With a snarl, he ripped himself from the false lips, spewing cheap lube everywhere and throwing it to the side with no care. It landed somewhere with a sharp clatter. Plastic snapped, and the stupid thing surely broke, but he didn’t care. His phone lay forgotten on the bed and Levi was unfathomably frustrated. He had ended up losing another perfect opportunity to fuck, and potentially mate and breed, his omega. All because of him. 

A perfect opportunity for him to go upstairs and ravage Eren, and it was wasted!

This could have been heaven; Eren could have had his knot and Levi could have finally had his omega the way he knew he needed him. This was the prime time for Levi to give him a pup!

Levi snapped his teeth at nothing, tension rising in his shoulders. Out to the living room, his mind insisted. Just barely having the thought process to tuck himself back into his sweats so his hard dick wasn’t flopping around dripping pre and lube all over his floors.

On the coffee table, the notepad lay forgotten. Right. Pen. 

Trying to wrangle some sort of clarity, Levi clattered through some of his kitchen drawers. He felt horribly drunk. This was a powerful rut. Never had he deteriorated so quickly, or this badly. Instinct was fueling almost every decision. And that was bad. He needed to get a grip. 

Finally, a pen.

Stumbling over to his pad, he quickly, sloppily wrote out a short notice. His normally elegant, loopy script was practically chicken scratch. 

‘Rut Notice: Alpha inside on cycle, refrain from interaction. Questions or concerns? Contact Hange Zoё: —’

Wait, what was Hange’s number again? Levi blinked, the page nearly swimming before him. His cock ached; it was rather distracting. Every thought was shrouded in fog. Hange’s number… why did he need that? Who? Right — the landlord across the street. She could take care of Levi’s tenants for a week. She’d helped out before.

He palmed at himself, trying to relieve some pressure. It was torturous. 

‘Contact Hange Zoё: xxx-xxx-xxxx’

There, finally, it was done. 

He should call Hange now and try to tell her he’d hit an early rut, but his feet carried him to the window instead, still stroking his cock through his sweats. He was sure he heard something outside that needed his attention, something hardwired inside of him to hear beyond normal capacity. He needed to check and make sure his territory was secure. Casually, his hand dipped inside and grasped his bare flesh, jerking himself fully again. A mindless act. Between the split of the blinds, he could hardly see much, but slight movement on the side caught his attention. All interest zeroed in as his mind made the connection. 

Eren!

There! In the parking lot. The omega was coming back from his car, an unfamiliar duffel bag looped over his shoulder, seemingly distracted by his phone. His omega! Levi needed to keep him safe. He was safe now, right? In Levi’s territory, there was nothing that would harm him. As long as he came back to the apartment, he was safe. 

As Eren walked closer, Levi jerked himself faster. His hand was wet with the copious amount of precum leaking from his slit and the leftover lube. For once, he found pleasure, though it was far from what he knew it could be. The rough grit of his palm was nothing like the silkiness of his sweet thing. But just the sight of him alone quelled the beast inside for a moment. 

Levi began to pant again, groaning as fire consumed his veins and pooled in his groin. This was the closest he’d been since he’d humped his pillow what felt like an eternity ago. He was pent up and needed release. But it was ok. Eren was here now. He’d come to his alpha. 

So sweet, so good for him. What a perfect little thing.

Levi should go to him right now. Grab him and drag him inside and lock the door and mount him until he was bred good. Levi was more than ready for him. His body was at peak performance to make his sweet little omega a dam. The alpha could give him so many pups. As many as Eren wanted — Levi would fuck him so full he’d drip out and all over the floors, only to fuck more in later. Levi wouldn’t even care about the mess. Not when it came to Eren. 

There was no nest in the bedroom, but the scented blankets would scream safety and proud, virile alpha. Surely Eren would not mind making a new one for the both of them to share. His little sweet was such a good nest builder; Levi had seen it many times — it was magnificent. The most perfect place to make and then raise a pup. 

While Levi was busy with his mind’s ramblings, Eren slipped his phone away and looked up as he walked. The wind blew his hair just right, baring that soft, unmarked nape and the jut of his jawline. How beautiful was his Eren. Since he was unmated, there would be no issue claiming him. Levi’s feet itched to run to the door and chase after him.

Then, the most wonderful thing happened. Eren looked over in the direction of his window. 

They made direct eye contact. 

For a split second, Levi was struck dumb. Eren’s pretty green eyes sucked him in and promptly drowned him. The alpha lost himself in an endless spiral of emerald and gold. Eren’s gaze was pure ecstasy. A breath of fresh air after suffocating for so long.

And then, cold reality slammed into him. Eren’s gaze turned to one of confusion and nervousness as those lovely eyes widened in surprise. 

Levi cursed aloud and jerked back from the blinds, spurting over his hand and dripping over the upholstery of his arm chair, sullying it. Chest heaving, still gripping himself firmly, he gathered himself. A buzzing whine creeped into his ears, making it hard to think as he caught his breath, eyes clenched shut. His whole body shivered, pleased by the release, but it didn’t last long. Sure enough, he was still stiff and swollen when he let himself go, knot refusing to pop at his base, stubborn and hungry for more. 

Shit, he thought, Eren…

What was Eren going to think?

His orgasm gave him a brief stint of clarity, enough for him to realize his mistake, and allowed him to understand the consequences and true series of events that had just happened. Eren had seen him watching him. While he likely didn’t know what exactly Levi was doing inside the apartment, it had to have been startling to look up and just see Levi’s eyes peering out from the darkness of his den. 

He groaned in frustration and went to go rinse his hands and wipe the cum stains from his favorite armchair. 

By the time he’d gotten through with that, the fog was beginning to creep back in. Before it could overtake him again, he hastily found some tape in another drawer and sided up to the peephole of his door. After checking that no one was in the immediate area, he yanked open his door and quickly taped up the notice. His arms shook from the adrenaline. He was far too deep in rut to be anywhere near the public, but he hadn’t exactly gotten that much warning this time around. At least he was doing it now. 

Perhaps Eren would forgive him if he saw this and he’d realize Levi wasn’t a creep, just an intrigued alpha checking on something he heard. 

…

Yeah right. 

With the notice posted, Levi was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

And then froze when he inhaled and caught the scent of something sweet, so tantalizingly close. His instincts latched onto it immediately and he turned to gaze up the staircase, nose twitching as he scented it out. 

Omega…

His cock throbbed in his pants, begging to breed. His feet obeyed the call, door left ajar behind him.

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Levi followed that maddening scent as if in a trance. His instincts howled with delight. An omega! Right here for him to have. Judging by the sweet, beckoning notes on the air, they were unmated, fertile, and positively irresistible. 

His feet carried him up the stairs. Heart pounding so hard, he felt that it might escape his chest; his hands trembled with excitement. In his pants, his cock remained hard and stiff, tenting the fabric lewdly and weeping so plentifully it left a little wet spot. It throbbed painfully. 

Vaguely, Levi wondered if it was possible to feel a heartbeat in his dick. It was pulsing, aching to be buried in a wet, slick hole. He could only imagine how good it would feel to slide inside Eren’s soft, sweet pussy right now, bare and dripping. Imagining it was so vivid and he palmed himself as he took the last step. Fuck, he might come the moment he poked the head inside. 

Not a problem. If anything, saturating his sweet thing in his warm, possessive scent would let everyone know he was spoken for. Establishing his claim right off the bat couldn’t hurt. To separate them then would be a death sentence to whoever interfered. And his sweet, beautiful Eren would probably be so flattered that his alpha was so eager to breed him. He’d see then how much cum his loyal, strong alpha could give him. Any omega would be jealous to be in his place.

The scent of omega got stronger on the second floor.

In front of one of the doors, Petra stood outside, going through her purse. Levi’s presence went unnoticed at first, but when his scraping footsteps came to a halt, she looked up, curious. She jumped a little at his sudden appearance, but a charming smile came across her face, eyes crinkling with mirth.

“Oh! Mr. Ackerman, hello!” She chirped. “You startled me for a moment. How are you —” 

Her voice tapered off as her nose twitched. Levi still hadn’t moved, stock still, every limb locked and poised to leap. He warred with his inner self, going back and forth between mating her or going up and fighting for his desired omega. Perhaps he could just breed this one and not bite… 

It wouldn’t hurt to have two dams running around his territory. Having multiple pups with multiple omegas would be a fine display of his dominance and virility. 

She finally seemed to put it all together: the obscene bulging in the front of his pants, his normally pristine appearance turned unkempt and debauched — sweaty bangs plastered to his forehead, and the unmistakably miserable thick, musk of alpha in rut. 

She took a shaky step back, cautious, uncertain. “Uhh… Mr. Ackerman, I-I, I think you should go back downstairs.”

No.

Levi did not want to do that. He grunted in response. Not that it was much of one to begin with. Words were hard and his mouth didn’t want to move. All he wanted was to mount and breed. His mind once again flickered to the sensation of sinking into yielding, soft, wet flesh… of snug warmth gripping him tight.

He prowled forward, eye contact unbreaking with his prey, silent. Petra’s hands trembled as she slowly raised them. 

“It’s ok, Mr. Ackerman. I know you can’t think clearly right now, but you don’t want me,” she tried to reason with a honeyed tone. Even her scent seemed to be sweeter to him now. Was she always that pretty? A little pup with strawberry blonde hair seemed like a wonderful outcome. That way, he and Eren’s pup could have a sibling to play with. 

Yes. Petra would do finely as a second dam. He’d be a better stud than her stupid little boyfriend anyway. Who in their right mind would leave their omega unmated like this? Ripe for the taking and so mouthwateringly sweet. His cock jumped at the promise of knotting a soft omega pussy.

The door behind Petra banged open, immediately snatching Levi’s attention. A bland beta scent wafted towards him. Levi’s eyes narrowed. Threat?

“Hey, Pet?” The man fumbled with the door knob, oblivious to the tension between the pair, and clearly not noticing the rutting alpha just yet. His attention was more on gathering himself up in what seemed a disorganized departure. “Where’d you put my wallet? I can’t seem to find it.” He patted his pockets, brow furrowed.

The man turned around, finally noticing the frozen pair. Levi’s attention was solely on him. Olou. Petra’s beta boyfriend. The beta’s eyes went wide and he dropped his own keys with a harsh tink! Levi frowned, bristling at the sudden sound, but remained still, calculating. Threat?

“Oh…” Olou whispered, his eyes on Levi, then swiveling to Petra. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, he stepped forward, eyes narrowing. 

“Back. The fuck. Up.” 

The alpha’s own eyes narrowed in response to being challenged, lip curling and allowing some fang to flash in warning.

Threat.

This gangly beta was no match for an alpha, and a rutting one at that. Levi was going to have to rough him up, show him his place, then mount his bitch right in front of him to remind him of how things went. Levi was the alpha. This was his territory, his pack, and as it would appear by Petra’s unmarred nape — his bitch for the taking. 

Olou snarled and advanced, blocking the way between Levi and Petra. It was a weak sounding thing, no real sway behind it to deter Levi. All it accomplished was pissing him off more. Levi throatily growled in response, stalking forward, snapping to give one more warning. Not a smart move, getting between a rutting alpha and his bitch.

Fine. The beta could try to pitifully challenge for his little girlfriend, but if he didn’t get the message soon, Levi might just have to rip his throat out instead. 

Olou, the defiant, stupid bastard, did not back down. 

Levi was a half second from lunging and relieving this insolent little twerp of his breathing rights when sudden, pounding footsteps came down the stairs behind him. At being potentially surrounded, Levi readjusted, blocking the stairway down, but keeping both Olou and this approaching threat in field of view, eyes now trained on the steps. 

“Zeke? What’s going on down there?”

Levi perked up.

“Eren, stay back,” came a disgustingly familiar voice, full of worry. The footsteps came closer, growing louder, and the blond bastard appeared at the bottom, a confused and irritated frown on that stupid, ugly face. Zeke…

Levi snarled, his fury re-emerging tenfold at the sight of this unworthy, filthy, stranger in his territory, far too close to his omega. He peeled his lips back to fully flash all his teeth. By this point, his fangs had elongated to their full length, glistening with saliva. Levi felt fucking dizzy; he couldn’t think. Fog overtook his brain and instinct became first thought. All control was gone — slipped away now with no hope of playing this safe or being rational. 

Foreign alpha in his territory. Threat.

Standing there between him and his fucking omega. Threat.

Which one should Levi fight off first? If he went for the beta, the other alpha might take off up the stairs and gather his omega close, barring Levi from entry. But if he went for the blond alpha, the beta would take off with the other omega. Levi’s hackles rose. 

He was split, caged in, and cornered between two competitors with two potential mounts. Nothing was going right. His blood boiled with a mixture of anger, frustration, and a damning desire to breed. His instincts screamed to do it now! Mount something. Anything! Fuck. He needed release. Needed to bite. Needed to fight. 

What first?

Which way?

Which —

“Zeke? What’s happening?”

A sweet, angelic voice. His omega. The only one for him. 

… calling out the wrong name. Anger boiled in his veins, head going even more cloudy.

Levi’s attention immediately zeroed in on the sight of his sweet thing — Eren! — descending the stairs, an adorably confused look on his face. Levi’s heart ached for him. 

That one. 

Zeke turned slightly. A mistake. 

“Eren! Stop! Go back upstairs!”

“Levi?”

The blond alpha raised his hand in a halting gesture.

Reaching out, almost touching… his omega! How dare he — between him and his prize. His darling little omega who had just called out for him — him! No. This wouldn’t do.

With Zeke’s attention distracted, his back slightly to Levi, it was all the motivation Levi needed to attack. And he went for it. 

Levi was fast. He always had been. And he almost got him. But that fucking bastard —

Zeke shifted just in the knick of time, managing to catch Levi’s weight slamming into him with a sharp oof! They were sent tumbling to the floor, the blond alpha just barely missing the back of his head on the last concrete step. 

In a flurry of snapping teeth and spitting growls they bit and struggled with each other. Over the cacophony of their fight, Levi could distinctly hear panicked screaming. He couldn’t pick out who it was, but the knowledge that it might be Eren sent Levi into a frenzy. Had Olou gone after him? Was Levi about to lose his darling little sweet to a goddamn fucking beta?

No. No, no, no! This was not how this was supposed to go!

He was ravenous, feral, on top of Zeke. Death was the only solution. Levi was going to kill him. He’d fucking kill him! That would get him out of the picture for good. Then that fucking beta next. 

After that, who to breed first?

Eren would be the logical choice. The importance of this, the urgency, was too great. Levi needed to pup and mate him so this kind of situation would never happen again. But… if Levi mounted Eren first, there’d be no leaving his side until the alpha’s cycle ended, that much was for sure. His sweet thing… Levi could never dream of leaving that wet heat as long as he had access to him. 

But that would mean no pup from Petra. No strawberry blonde pup for his other little one to play with.

…

Oh well. He’d just have to breed Eren immediately after the first so they could have another. 

There. 

Fixed it. 

The alpha grunted in satisfaction, still desperately trying to tear out the throat of the intruder beneath him, snapping like a rabid animal and keeping him pinned beneath his weight. Levi might have been smaller, but he had strength in him and was heavier than he looked. Zeke struggled beneath him, teeth gritted as his hands shoved at Levi’s chest and throat to keep him at bay. There was no sign of the asshole’s glasses now. Good. Levi hoped he never saw again, so he could never disgrace Eren by even looking at him. 

Actually? What a wonderful idea. Levi promptly tried to scratch out those murky blue eyes. 

As much as Levi loathed to give him any sort of credit, he was surprised he’d held on for so long. The trembling in Zeke’s arms gave him away, though. It wouldn’t be too much longer. Levi dug his nails in for good measure, relishing in the responding hiss of pain. His goal was to scratch deep into any and all flesh below him he could get a hold of, snarling deeply like a rabid dog, while always thrashing to get closer. If he weren’t on a time crunch, he’d make this last — tear this piece of shit limb from fucking limb. 

He was going to have to leave this corpse here, just so everyone knew not to mess with Levi Ackerman. 

Zeke’s arm dipped and Levi’s teeth met the air just above the front of his throat with a blunt snap. Almost! At least he got his nails hooked deep in the meat of Zeke’s shoulder. The alpha below him strained, grunting with the exertion of keeping Levi at bay and hissing at the stinging pain. This was the moment Levi had been waiting for — he could almost taste the salty tang of blood on his tongue already. Excitement coursed through his veins and —

Weight barreled into him from the side, knocking him off. With ease, Levi turned his efforts to the new threat, attempting to sink his teeth in and punish whoever it was that interrupted him. A rancid, petrified beta scent clogged his throat. It tasted like a stagnant puddle of water, making Levi want to vomit. Frustratingly enough, the beta was able to evade his desperate attempts at biting, but he was no fighter.

Easily, he was able to twist and throw Olou’s weight from his back. The cowardly beta was already backing away from him, eyes blown wide as he looked ashen and barely able to stay standing on his wobbly legs. Honestly, he looked ready to shit himself and Levi might just have to kill him for that disrespect of his property. At Olou’s right, Zeke was struggling to his hands and knees, coughing and spitting. 

Levi growled, low and threatening. They needed to understand that when Levi put them on their asses, they needed to stay there. Getting back up was dangerous. If they valued their lives, they’d leave Levi the fuck alone and get out of his territory. 

He would have charged while they were still recuperating, but then he realized something very, very bad…

Where were the omegas?

With widening eyes, heart skipping, Levi wildly looked around the floor. No one. The only ones out here right now were him, Zeke, and Olou. His hands trembled. No!

No, no, no, no, no!

Where were they? Breath quickening, Levi tried to look around, over the railings and over the parking lot, trying desperately to catch a glimpse of them. Of course, it made sense that the omegas would dart for cover when a territory dispute broke out — they wouldn’t want to get accidentally caught up in the brawl and injured. But Levi’s heart broke. Did Eren not trust him to keep him safe? Had he not proven himself a worthy, protective alpha? Levi would never hurt his sweet thing! Especially not by accident. He thought about Eren first above anything and everything.

The other omega must have grabbed him and coaxed him to run off with her. There was no other explanation for Eren leaving Levi’s side right now. 

He was rutting, and every pheromone in his body was screaming how potent and ready to breed he was. Didn’t Eren want him? Wasn’t he drawn to Levi the same way Levi was to him?

Before he spiraled any further, Levi shook his head. No. Petra must have dragged him away, blinded by fear. Eren would never leave willingly. A curl of hate rose within him. How dare an omega steal from him? 

He gruffed out a sharp, displeased growl. In front of him, Olou tried to raise his hands placatingly, but Levi was having none of it. In fact, losing the very thing he was fighting for had only pissed him off more. He almost wanted to laugh if he weren’t so hell-bent on snarling out his frustrations. Now Olou wanted to be submissive. Yeah, Levi wasn’t buying that. The little shit had shown his true colors and interfered with Levi’s inevitable victory. 

He made this very clear by taking a step forward and snapping. Zeke staggered to his feet behind the beta. 

“Look, Mr. Ackerman,” Olou tried, practically scampering around behind Zeke to keep Levi at a safe distance at all times. “This doesn’t have to go any farther, let’s just get you back to your place and we can forget this ever happened. I know you still have some sense in there.”

Levi narrowed his eyes. No, he would not forget this. He could not forgive. This was an egregious attempt at trying to claim omegas and territory for their own. Levi was not one to give second chances. He couldn’t rely on a beta to understand that. Judging by the murderous scowl on Zeke’s face, the other alpha understood: there was no ‘walking away’ from something like this. 

Promptly ignoring the beta, Levi got into a defensive position, bristling, and Zeke copied him. Together, the two of them circled, slowly, sizing the other up. Olou flapped his jaw some more, panickedly screeching to Zeke about what he was doing.

“He’s in rut,” Zeke explained in a deathly calm voice, never once breaking eye contact with Levi. “As long as I’m here, he isn’t going to play nice.”

“Then fucking leave!” Olou shrieked, wild-eyed and not helping any part of the situation other than to grate on Levi’s already frayed nerves. He snarled and pushed forward a bit to see if Zeke would stumble.  

The other alpha held fast, feigning only to keep distance, but hopped right back in their little circle of death.

“Please refrain from riling him up,” the other alpha gritted out. “Staying calm is key here. Levi’s only interested in two things right now: me, as an alpha to fight, and any omega he can get his hands on….”

The rest was tuned out in Levi’s mind. His already pissed off brain latched onto the easy, familiar way Zeke spoke about him. 

That was Mr. Ackerman, to him!

Only Eren could call him Levi. 

With renewed vigor, Levi lunged again. This time, Zeke met him head on. They collided again in a flurry of snapping teeth and rippling muscle. Olou bolted away down the stairs, narrowly missing the twisting pair of bodies hurling towards him.

It was clear Zeke was a pitiful excuse for an alpha. When he bit, he went for the meaty, solid parts — like Levi’s shoulder and his arms. Levi knew how to be a goddamn alpha. He knew how to win a fucking fight.

He went for the throat, fangs bared and hackles raised. Any soft, delicate bits that could be exploited, those were Levi’s targets. He sunk his teeth into the thin shell of Zeke’s ear and pulled. The alpha yelped and rolled with him, folding into Levi to keep the strain off the thin flesh. Deep, warning growls rolled from Levi’s throat, jaws locked tight. He wasn’t going to yield. Not ever. 

He would rather die than let Zeke scamper back off to Eren’s side. This was a fight to the death. 

A harsh blow between his ribs caused him to wheeze and instinctually unclamp his teeth. His eyes narrowed and he snapped again. That asshole had dug his elbow in and was now gripping Levi’s jaw in an iron fist. 

The ape’s fingertips dug into his jaw, bruising, as he tilted Levi’s chin up to expose the vulnerable throat. That set Levi into a panic. He thrashed and slashed out with his claws, desperate. It was a clear shot. One lunge from Zeke, one bite, and it would all be over. He tried to rear back, stinking of distress and frustration at the compromising position, but Zeke’s grip held fast. All his struggling managed to do was unbalance himself and the other alpha took the opportunity to go with his weight and reverse their positions — Levi on his back this time with Zeke over top of him. 

His flanks heaved and he stuttered out a murderous growl. His jaw was going numb in the alpha’s grip. He clawed, kicked, hit — anything to dislodge the alpha on top of him — but Zeke held fast. Nothing loosened the hand tilting his face back. His constant thrashing sapped his strength quickly and finally, he stilled beneath Zeke, fingers digging into either bicep hard enough to draw blood. If he couldn’t beat the fucker, he’d at least make him hurt.

Zeke panted hard over top of him, worry and nerves painting his scent. 

Levi panted too and squeezed his eyes shut, awaiting the killing blow.

….

Nothing happened. 

The pair laid on the rough concrete, unmoving. 

Levi tried to flex his muscles to gain some leverage to throw the other off, but to no avail. Zeke merely shifted with him to hold him down, pinning his torso and legs expertly. Levi opened his eyes with a huff of frustration and pulled a lip back, flashing fang. The alpha was bleeding from the ear Levi had sunk his teeth into, crimson dripping down the side of his face and staining the blond hair of his beard. It brought him a small bit of satisfaction in his humiliating position. Angry red scratches gouged down Zeke’s face. Infuriatingly enough, his eyes were still intact.

Zeke grunted down at him, “Just relax, fuck. You need to calm down.”

Levi snarled. Jolted.

Zeke snapped down at him, teeth closing just above Levi’s adam’s apple just like he’d done to him earlier. Levi flinched despite himself, breathing ragged with distress and anger and confusion and —

Fuck. This was a mess.

“Relax,” the asshole growled again. Levi wanted to gut him. He wanted to murder him. He was going to fucking kill this son of a bitch—

“Zeke!” Olou’s voice came closer. Levi thrashed under the weight once more, nerves spiking at being pinned and outnumbered. 

Zeke’s weight on top of him was starting to hurt. The piece of shit was heavy.

“Easy,” he hissed down at him, tone chastising. Then his attention turned to Olou. “Don’t yell, you’ll make him freak out again.”

The beta stopped at the top of the stairs, looking ashen and shaken up, wide eyes trained on Levi.

“Sorry,” he gasped. “I got scared when the fighting stopped. I thought he might have actually killed you.”

“Yeah,” Zeke muttered, “he definitely tried.”

“Petra called the cops. They’ll be here shortly with a muzzle and a containment squad. Eren also called his contact — there was one listed on the door.”

That seemed to surprise Zeke.

“He had a contact posted?”

Olou nodded. “A rut notice. Must have just gone into it.”

Zeke peered down at him, brow furrowing with thought. Levi tried to snap at his fingers. Unsuccessfully. 

From the safe distance of the stairs, Olou frowned. “Bitey little shit, isn’t he?”

The alpha glared at him. Turning his attention back to Levi, he seemed to attempt to rationalize the events. “Well, I guess it is getting to be rutting season…”

With finality, he sighed. 

“I’m not sure if I can hold him until they get here. He’s not really giving up. Did they give you an eta?”

“At least 15 minutes, and that’s if they’re booking it here.” There was a sympathetic look on the beta’s face. “Do you think we could move him?”

Zeke thought for a moment. “If we can get him back in his apartment, we’ll have to find a door that swings out and throw him inside. Then find something to brace against the handle so he can’t bust out. Do you know if there’s one like that?”

“Pretty sure every unit has the same layout. Definitely the closet; that would be my best guess.”

“Let’s do it.”

As Olou approached, Levi resumed his low growling, side eyeing the approaching beta with a look of withering hate. Before he put his filthy paws on him, the idiot at least had the sense to apologize.

“Sorry, Mr. Ackerman. Hopefully you’ll understand later.”

With that, the pair mangled Levi into a hold, teaming up to corral him down the stairs and back into the apartment. Despite his best effort of squirming and spitting, Levi was no match for the two men. And when Zeke snatched up his scruff like he was a disobedient pup — oh, Levi saw red. 

The man had just signed his death certificate. 

What if Eren saw? Saw Levi’s shame? Beaten and scruffed — shoved back into his den by a rival alpha and a goddamn fucking beta.

Never before had Levi wished he didn’t see Eren. Not like this. He couldn’t bear it. 

This — this wasn’t what it looked like. Levi would never lose. He’d never fail Eren. It was just — he’d been so worried. He’d been distracted. Eren was always his top priority. He wanted to make sure he was safe. Levi would put nothing over that. Not even his own victory, as it seemed. 

This defeat was circumstantial. If Eren had been his already, tucked safe inside Levi’s den, then he would have had no trouble taking on these two foes. A hundred challengers would not have been an issue as long as Levi knew Eren was safe. 

His poor little sweet was so vulnerable like this: unmated and fertile. Anyone would die to snatch up such a prized mate. And that was exactly what Levi feared. With his back turned, distracted, any passing soul would leap at the chance to bond with him — slide inside his soft pussy. That’s why he had to be so vigil over his omega. The sweet thing was irresistible. Levi thought about him night and day — he thought about him in the waking hours between sleep and oblivion. Any time he could, he dreamed of Eren. 

He could never lose him to anyone else. Right now, there could be an alpha out there lying in wait.

Mate-stealers, Levi seethed. Low-lifes who would never challenge for the pretty little omega on their own. They would have to sneak in when the worthy studs were fighting, because that would be their only chance at victory. 

Eren deserved better than that. He deserved a mate that was strong and loyal — who could protect him from any threat, breed him well and good. He deserved a strong, healthy pup; not a pitiful, weak product of an equally pathetic alpha. Or worse… a beta.

Eren was far too precious to lose. Levi wouldn't allow it. 

What if someone was out there, right now — holding him down, mounting him from behind, driving in deep between those soft, sweet folds — taking what was rightfully Levi’s before he even got a chance to taste —!

No!

Levi squirmed and spat, fangs bared and a cloud of rage hanging heavy around him as the two men kicked open the door to his den. He damn near broke from their hold then and there. How dare they enter his home?! During his rut of all times? Did they have no respect, no honor? How dare they kick his property like it was worthless? He’d show them worthless — he’d rip their flesh from their frames to prove how meager their existence was. 

By the grace of whatever deity was out there, Eren was nowhere to be seen as the front door slammed shut behind them. Or perhaps that was a bad thing. What if Eren was hidden away, stuck on someone else’s knot?

Levi had to get to him.

Zeke cursed under his breath the whole time. His bruising grip on the back of Levi’s neck fed the boiling flames of revenge inside. Furniture legs squeaked as they stumbled into them, the whole trio making a wobbly, inconsistent journey through Levi’s sitting room. At one point, he managed to rear back and force Zeke up against the island counter, arching back to blindly snap teeth in front of his face. 

The alpha huffed and strained his jaw away, barely dodging him by an inch. It was Olou who jerked them back on path, tugging them desperately towards the bedroom. His continuous interference reminded Levi that he was next on the list. Or not. Levi could move him up. With Olou out of the way, there would be no one to step between him and the damn ape anymore. 

Lunging forward, he managed to catch his teeth on the meat of the stupid beta’s hand. The man howled in pain and pried him off with a nasty, sweaty heel of his palm against Levi’s forehead. Levi spat blood after him, disgusted. Dirty little man. Coward!

The pair quickly utilized this. Olou lured him further into the bedroom, Zeke forcing him from behind. Levi didn’t care at this point. 

He swore he could hear the wet sounds of mating. Breathy moans and the smooth slide of slick. Sweet, sweet Eren. He sounded just like that. His poor, darling thing; he’d taken refuge in Levi’s den — hadn’t he? A place where he’d felt safe. Knew his alpha would protect him. 

But he was too late. Someone had got to him; they were spilling inside of him — oh! Levi could hear it! It was torture. Zeke and Olou had let this happen. He was going to lose Eren because of them. He’d kill them both. He’d—

Zeke shouldered him into the closet. Disoriented, Levi flailed for a moment, before righting himself, finally free, and charged. He had to get to Eren! The other alpha slammed the door in his face just a moment sooner. Levi collided with the wood, scratching and scrabbling at any possible crack, shrieking and growling. No! No, no, no!

Eren—!

Someone wrestled something under the knob. Levi wiggled it desperately, panic rising in his throat. He’d claw his way out. He’d break the goddamn door down if he had to. This wasn’t over unless Eren was bitten. He could still —!

Through his spiraling thoughts, he heard panting on the other side of the door. Then, the softest thunk as someone rested their forehead against it. 

“Fucking — hell,” Zeke muttered. Levi pulled his lips back.

Soft sounds of mating could still be heard even through the closed door. 

Then it hit him.

The video of him rutting against Eren was still playing on his phone on the bed, desperate moaning and squelching playing loud and clear for anyone to hear. Very illegal, very damning evidence. Levi’s blood froze and his eyes went wide. For once, actually scared, he tried even harder to bust through the door. The hinges creaked dangerously, but held. Fuck!  

A second later, the sounds went silent. 

“I don’t even want to know.” He heard a voice faintly through the door, a little farther away, like it was near his bed. That sounded like Olou. Levi could hear the wrinkle in his nose from here.

“Gross,” Zeke agreed under his breath, still against the door. “I never want to wrestle a guy with a raging boner ever again.”

“And I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to see what kind of porn gets him going during his rut. This was already too much.” 

With a deep sigh, the alpha said, “Yeah, that was probably what got him having that big burst of energy in here. Definitely didn’t help…”

“Don’t worry, it’s off now,” Olou replied wearily. “Listen, it seems like he’s mellowed out. Definitely was the porn—”

Levi hit the door. Hard. 

Olou yelped ridiculously. 

“Or not…” he grumbled. 

Tense, uneasy minutes passed. There was a bit of shuffling on the other side of the door as Zeke and Olou waited for the police. The unknown of it all was driving Levi mad. Since he couldn’t see what they were doing out there — what things they were poking their dirty fingers in — was unsettling. He prayed no one looked too long at anything. They shouldn’t be here! He hadn’t had the time to prepare; who knew what was laying around for just anyone to see.

No one would understand. Levi hadn’t done anything wrong. This was just all a big misunderstanding — the natural way of things.

It had sounded like Olou had turned off his phone. That calmed him down a bit: it couldn’t be turned back on unless Levi entered in his passcode. So he was safe. And by the sounds of it, neither man thought much of the video on screen. But that still could have been very, very bad.

Perhaps Levi could let the meek beta live as a reward…

But Zeke —

Levi snarled and banged at the closet door again.

The cramped little room was stiflingly hot. Or maybe it was him. Either way, he was miserable. Horny to the point he thought he could die. As if to mock him, his cock protruded painfully between his thighs, still straining at the front of his pants like it was begging him to do something about it. But Levi just couldn’t muster up the effort to get himself off. He was stressed out of his mind and panicking.

Again, he tried the door, to no avail.

Whatever Zeke had wedged under there held tight.  

If he strained his ears, he could hear low voices in the living room. Whatever they could be conspiring about was lost to him, but a worried part of him wondered if they thought he was a creep. Or if they were talking about Eren. 

They were definitely talking about Eren; who was he kidding?

A gorgeous, young omega. Unclaimed and sweet — prancing around an alpha in rut with his big, green eyes… his pretty pink lips and soft brown hair…

They couldn’t have him. Eren was his!

Levi threw his shoulder into the door, then tried to wrench the hinges off.

Right when he thought he almost got one to wiggle, a loud bang! rang through the apartment, startling him.

“Oh, LEVI!! ” came a screeching, annoying, and unfortunately — familiar — voice. 

Levi’s irritation grew tenfold, bristling at the high-pitch squawk that he heard perfectly through the inch-and-a-half thick door. 

The voices of the two men were still a bit muddled, but he heard every word of the woman’s replies.

“I’m Hange Zöe!”

Muttered suspicious words.

“The landlord from the complex next door, duh! And I’m almost certain shorty's only friend to boot. The kid called me.”

Whatever Zeke said next, it sounded unimpressed. 

“Bah! They’re still kids when they’re that young. Trust me, the frontal lobe doesn’t develop for at least a half decade more and —”

….

“Oh! Don’t worry. I can handle him. I’ll babysit until the buzzkill arrives. You two are only gonna make him more agitated; he doesn’t like strangers in his home. We need him coherent to clear this all up. I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation. Now shoo!”

There was a pause and a bit of quick back and forth before the front door was opening once more, Hange was crowing her goodbyes, and it was slamming with another astounding bang! With that much force, there might as well be spider cracks in his ceiling, Levi thought grumpily.

It was all Levi could do but to breathe in and out, nostrils flaring as he stared the door down as footsteps approached. The crooning words Hange was saying to him were nothing but muddled, muted, noise to him. His hands itched to fight — to kill and maim. He wanted to punish this intruder in his den. He wanted to claw Zeke’s eyes out — tear the soft flesh from Olou’s neck. He was gonna —

A sharp screech as the object from under the handle was removed pulled Levi from his thoughts. Just as the knob turned, opening the door just a crack, Levi busted it down himself. Hange stumbled back as he kicked the door outwards, stalking out with all the rage and fury of the devil himself. Before Hange could gain her bearings, Levi was launching himself at her, lips peeled back in a snarl. They tumbled to the floor, and she instinctively rolled them over, kneeing him in the crotch as she did so. 

Though it hurt and his breath flew from his lungs, he was back at it only a moment later, madder than before. How dare she! He needed those for Eren!

He caught her as she was fumbling for something in her pocket, pinning her down and snarling in her face, pushing out his pheromones to demand respect, obedience. 

“Okay, okay, okay — so you’re a little grumpier than I thought. I understand, hold on...”

The brutal display of dominance only lasted for a second, as Hange shoved something under his nose and activated it with a crack. A part of his brain was rudely slammed back into the waking world.

The blast of sharp fumes made him jerk away as if he’d been burned: nostrils flaring, snorting, eyes leaking. Swiping at his face desperately, Levi scrambled away from the little devil, his metaphorical tail between his legs. 

“The fuck?” He mumbled, coughing sharply. “What the hell was that four-eyes?”

Between blurry tears, he could barely make out her form. It felt like he’d been slapped with hellfire, or snorted a line of pure cat piss.

Hange jumped to her feet, sharply blowing hair out of her face. “Smelling salts. Ammonia inhalants that kickstarts blood flow to the brain. Figured it would work on you and redistribute your blood volume so ‘the captain’ isn’t the one in control for a little bit.” She smirked at her own joke. 

He groaned, fisting his palms over his eyes to try and chase away the pounding of his head. The blood rush to his brain made him nauseous and dizzy. His face fucking hurt. He cursed whatever creator above that dared to be so cruel as to bless him with a sense of smell.

“Shut the hell up,” he bit back weakly, no real venom in his words. 

Hange sucked a breath through her teeth, which she immediately seemed to regret as she grimaced at the potent rut scent saturating the air. 

“Well shorty, you got yourself into quite a mess. Attacking tenants?” She crossed her arms. There was a look of pity in her eyes. “What happened? You’re usually cool under extreme pressure and hormones and all that. You’ve done fine before; I’ve never seen you this bad. How’d you lose your mind?”

“Wha–” Levi muttered, trying to process her words. What was she on about?

Then he remembered. Shit. He went after Eren in broad daylight. 

His face paled and anxiety spiked, piercing his heart and making it miss a beat. Hands trembling, sweating, he tried to get to his feet. His legs shook so bad he could hardly stand.

“Oh god, Hange, what have I done? I–, I didn’t mean to. Shit!” He cursed, burying his fingers in his hair to hide how badly they were shaking. “No, oh no. This is bad. Petra and Eren — I didn’t mean it! Oh shit.” He hid his face in his hands, like it might make all of this go away. He pulled them back at the feeling of something wet. Dark red blood coated the fingertips of his right hand. It was still wet enough to pick up a slight shine in the dim light of his den, cracking and drying beneath his nails.  

Who’s blood? Oh god, please not Eren’s. 

He messed up. He messed up big time. It was all over.

His legs gave out beneath him and he slid defeatedly back to the floor, staring off in front of him. It was over. Everything was over.

“Hange?” He whimpered brokenly, eyes wide on his hands. “Who did I hurt?”

Please, please not Eren, no —

Hange’s face softened. 

“I think it was an alpha. The blond one. Is he a new tenant?”

Levi just numbly shook his head. The cinch around his heart lessened upon finding out he didn’t hurt his poor sweet thing. His most precious possession. He gave a small breath of relief. At least it was a bastard who deserved it. A bit of smug pride spiked the air. 

Hange huffed. “Yeah, of course you’re gonna preen about scuffling with another alpha right now, idiot.” Her words were more affectionate than scolding. “Don’t want to hurt the omegas – oh no, no, no! — but the alphas?” She turned and smirked at him. It wilted upon seeing him still tucked up and nervous by his island counter, trying to retain his coughing.

“Hey, it was just an accident. We’ll figure something out,” she reassured him, “I’m sure the cops will understand.” Like that sounded any better. He scoffed.

Levi didn’t know if he could come back from this one. Landlords weren’t supposed to put their tenants in danger. He had a duty to control himself during his rut to ensure his tenants were safe, especially the omegas. He’d done it before. But this time —? He could lose his job. Worse, he could get jail time. Seeing Eren again would get a lot harder if either of those happened. Moreso the second option, but neither were good outcomes in the slightest. 

While he was recovering, sniffing, and shaking his head, wallowing in self-pity, the beta disappeared further into his den, humming nonchalantly, seemingly unbothered at being previously attacked. Down the hall, he heard the door to his bedroom open.

“The fuck are you doing here anyways, you maniac?” Levi spat after them, finally gaining his breath back, but his eyes still streaming. He swiped a fist under his nose angrily to clear it. His mood had gone from shitty, to the bottomless pits of hell. Probably where he belonged, honestly. 

Good alphas didn’t scare their omegas like that. How could Eren ever trust him if he went off the rails? He had shown his darkest side today. But…

A small thought of hope bloomed within him. Eren had just seen how far Levi was willing to go for him. Had seen how strong his alpha was. Surely, that had to count for something? 

“Just checking in on you, since I got quite the panicked phone call about you acting, so lovely,” She called teasingly over her shoulder as she continued to invade his privacy. 

She delicately side-stepped his messy, drooling knotting toy on the floor and went further into the bedroom “Look shorty, I know everyone’s got their needs and all, but we’re not close enough for me to be cleaning up your ‘little messes’. You're usually so neat. Are you sure everything’s okay?” 

“Then quit poking around in my shit already,” he responded bluntly. 

Hange side-eyed him at the sight of the cum stained, disheveled panties on his bed, to which he pointedly averted his gaze. Heart threatened to stop beating. She snatched a fresh tissue and pinched them between two fingers and sighed, opening his nightstand drawer and dropping them in unceremoniously, slamming it shut. 

“Really?”

“I have needs,” he sneered, quoting her words back. He rested an arm on his knee, shoulders sagging in minute relief. 

She rolled her eyes at him.

“Again — not that close!” She called back. She stuck her head in his probably ruined closet.

As annoying and invasive as the beta was, she did make him smile. Sometimes… Very rarely. Maybe twice a year, max. Since her back was turned, he allowed a small, half-smile to paint his lips, fondly appreciating her checking in on him and helping him get everything in order. He made sure he was scowling again when she turned back around, though. She didn’t need to get any funny ideas.

Hange popped back out, a serious look on her face. She sucked a breath through her teeth, again immediately regretting it. “Not good, short-stuff. You’re gonna need to get that replaced.”

Levi shot her a look. “Sure, let me get right on that. I’m certain the cops won’t mind driving me down to the hardware store when they get here.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, which he returned. “Aren’t you just a polite little princess during your cycle…” she grumbled. Like he was ever civil with her. “I’m starting to believe why your tenants were disgruntled with you.”

“I messed up,” he gritted out, “I know.” He put his face in his hands. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

Hange walked back to the kitchen, sinking down into one of his chairs. “Alright,” she said simply. “Let’s get your story straight. Start from the beginning.”