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Levi huffed and his eye twitched for what had to be the fifth time in the same block.
“You won’t walk home, you’re afraid you’re going to get robbed!”
“You’re so prissy, Levi, I bet you don’t even know the way to your apartment!”
Yeah, he knew the way to his own apartment. What he didn’t understand, however, was how he’d been talked into actually being put up to the test. Well, Levi did actually. He was not one to back down from shit talking., Levi had taken the challenge in stride (literally).
But, fine, yeah, he didn’t normally walk home. Levi lived in a highly urbanized area, and a densely populated one at that. It smelled like piss, there was garbage everywhere, and idiots were driving like assholes at ever single fucking corner. Levi hated this part of the city in particular.
He wasn’t confident, but he was pretty sure he had entered the gay district a moment later, because there were flyers for shows on every lamp post or telephone pole detailing events or shows featuring male dancers. Levi was shocked people still printed flyers. Wasn’t that what the internet was for? Why waste papers that will eventually just turn into more garbage?
Okay, his mood was pretty sour still. Fine.
Levi sighed as he was made to stop at a corner to wait for the light to change. There was someone standing far too close to him for his liking, so he shifted over closer to the traffic light pole to give himself more space. The person sneezed a moment later, and it was all Levi could do not to fucking gag. God, people are so fucking disgusting with their stupid bodily fluids.
Clicking his tongue quietly to himself, he didn’t want to have some kind of gross altercation with the person or anything. His eyes darted to the pole to try to get his mind off of his hatred for the human race. There was, of course, a flyer there. There were many, actually, but one about Levi-height particularly stood out to him. Levi’s eyebrows furrowed, and then his eyes widened.
HIDDEN OMEGA SHOW
THE UNDERGROUND CLUB
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 8TH
INQUIRE FURTHER ON OUR WEBSITE
There was an accompanying QR code, but Levi’s eyes were kind of glazing over that and the text. The omega in the center of the flyer was way too eye-catching.
It was a boy — no older than sixteen maybe — with an expression that was a cross between bashful and humiliated. He had a mop of silky chocolate brown hair, downcast though definitely green eyes, and a cute caramel complexion. He was in this kind of combined pose of sitting yet leaning back on some kind of luxurious chaise lounge chair. He was clad in a white strappy summer dress that had to be a size too small for him, because it barely covered his crotch and clearly displayed one visible nipple due to the way his arm was bent.
It was… absolutely scandalous. Levi had never seen a more alluring being, and an omega? Levi didn’t normally concern himself with all that drama.
Levi does not participate in “hidden omega shows”, or wait — wait.
Was it that he was a hidden omega? Wait! Levi couldn’t have read that right — a hidden omega? They were going to tout a fucking hidden omega in a sex club?
This was any fucking alpha’s wettest upon wettest dream.
Levi hadn’t noticed the light had changed, he was just so alarmed from what he was reading.
A hidden omega show. A real pervert’s paradise.
He tore down the flyer from its previously taped up position on the light pole and held it in his hands, gazing down at it and rereading it over and over. The light changed again and Levi hadn’t even attempted to get away from this piss-smelling corner. He couldn’t bring himself to move.
Levi traced the figure of the hidden omega what had to be three times before the light changed again. It was absurd how hard he’d grown in his slacks, but he had his ridiculously expensive trench coat to thank for obscuring it. Not that it was that uncommon for alphas to be sporting erections in public — it was just the opposite of his style.
Okay, fuck walking. Levi pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and ordered an Uber Black immediately. He needed to get home and look up this, he peered at the flyer for the twentieth time, THE UNDERGROUND CLUB. Why did that sound familiar? There was no way in fuck that he’d ever been there before, ew, but still. Someone must have mentioned it to him.
He arrived securely at his apartment building, taking the elevator up to the top floor to finally enjoy his privacy. When Levi got into his space, he breathed in the heavy scent of cleaning products — internally thanking his maid for coming for the fourth time that week — and set his keys down at the cabinet by the front door while he took his shoes off.
This was something he couldn’t wait on, he had to look up this website immediately.
I bet every single other fucking knothead is doing the same thing right now, he thought to himself with disgust.
Levi didn’t normally give a shit about omegas. He thought they were messy and dirty — well, everyone in his book was messy and dirty — but omegas in particular made his nose wrinkle. They were just so incapable of taking care of themselves, and relied too heavily on their alpha for everything. Levi was just not the nurturing kind, he guessed.
He never really got the appeal, basically. And he felt like a fucking cunt for it, too. There were certain points where he feared he was some kind of defective alpha — being 35 and unmated was not a common sight. It was actually pretty disappointing, and if he had any surviving parents, they’d be begging and pleading with him to find an omega to start a family with.
He was already a ‘fun’ (by Levi’s standards) uncle to Erwin’s, Mike’s, Hanji’s, Petra’s, Nile’s, and… okay, all of his colleagues had fucking kids. He preferred to work, was that such a fucking sin?
Unbuckling the belt to his fancy trench coat, Levi began to disrobe himself and remember what he had been ashamed about in his car ride here. He had mastered the art of concealing his scent, so the driver was none the wiser that he’d been sporting a boner the whole ride, but it was still so lowbrow of him.
Levi entered his office and went straight to his desktop, sitting in his chair and undoing the buttons and zipper to his pants. With one hand, he searched the website listed on the flyer (which he had memorized already) and then instantly saw the home screen load.
The same exact omega — hidden omega — was the highlight of the page. All other information was easily ignored, because the image on the site was a different angle of the same boy. Levi felt like he’d just won the lottery — there was more to see of this precious angel? In the flyer, the omega had been leaning back slightly on the chaise lounge, but in this photo, he was looking with those big green eyes directly into the camera, his lips parted just slightly. They were full and gleaming in the light, as if he’d just licked them — which subconsciously made Levi lick his own. His caramel complexion was nothing short of flawless, and his hair couldn’t quite be characterized as ‘too’ long, but it reached past his jaw, perhaps to emulate a girlishness one might see in a female omega.
His pose was just slightly different — instead of leaning back in a near sitting position, he was fully resting against the chaise lounge. The dress was covering both nipples now (although the thin material did little to hide his dark pink nipples) but it was pulled up a bit to reveal white silk panties. His legs were just slightly crossed to lend some kind of modesty. Wow, they were really going in on this whole ‘hidden omega’ innocence thing.
“Ohhhhh, I hate myself,” Levi said aloud as he wrapped his hand around his already slick length. Fffffuck, it felt too good to ignore. Holy shit, the omega’s eyes were like emeralds and it felt like they were staring directly into Levi’s own slate coloured ones (or, just the camera lense) and it did kind of feel like they were actually staring at each other. It felt oddly intimate, and all feelings of apprehension disappeared out the window.
Levi clenched his jaw while his hand moved faster along his length, only to part his lips, sucking in a deep breath when he felt his peak within reach.
He gazed at the omega’s figure, and every single aspect of him was delicious. His nipples — Levi wanted to suck and bite; the material of the dress looked so thin it would be a simple task to tear it off him. He had long sun kissed legs that Levi wanted to place over his shoulders while he leaned over the boy. And his face… It for some reason gave Levi the impression it would look perfect with tears streaming down his face, snot coming out of his nose, and drool leaking out of his mouth.
Levi’s jaw flew open — for some reason that imagery did it for him — and he came a heavy load onto his perfectly pressed white dress shirt. Levi’s body vibrated for a bit after the fact; an orgasm that strong hadn’t been something he’d experienced in a while. Where the fuck did that come from? Thinking about a dirty, snotty, mess of an omega? How!?
The black haired alpha tried not to give himself too hard of a time, but come on what the fuck?
While he cleaned himself in the shower, he had to wonder how many other disgusting fucking alphas did just the same thing to this poor young boy? Because fuck, the idea of getting jerked off to by any amount of strangers made him want to scrub himself until he bled.
Levi hated that this stupid fucking situation was fucking with his routine. First of all, he never jerks off when the sun is up. Second of all, after eating and wrapping up with work for the evening, Levi does not like to have any access to electronics. Yet, he couldn’t fucking help himself — he was on his tablet in bed searching that same memorized website once again. When he saw the same homepage, his dick twitched with interest, though the man willed himself to chill the fuck out. Something was so strange about this whole situation.
It pained him, but he scrolled past the beautiful omega boy to read more about the event.
Meet Eren, our gorgeous hidden omega!
Eren is a seventeen year old male omega who grew up under only the influence of one single alpha. He has not been house-trained, and therefore perfect for breaking in by any bossy alpha!
The basis of this event is a contest — Eren’s first heat is projected to begin Friday, October 8th, so please join us and maybe you could be the one to walk home with this precious angel!
Please read the terms of service before you book your reservation to our club. Physical altercations are not accepted and will be subject to removal and/or fine. While we encourage alphas to come, betas are welcome as well and fall into a different price bracket. Please see our pricing below.
Alphas entrance — $5,000
Betas entrance — $500
No entrance to those under eighteen years of age.
Levi’s eyes doubled in size. He had never heard of a cover fee to a club being this high. That was fucking ridiculous. Sure, he could afford it, but what the fuck…? He supposed he’d never heard of a hidden omega show before. Also, what was this about a contest?
He was a little behind in the field of omegas, and while they weren’t common, they weren’t so rare as to have alphas fight over them like this. Although, Levi had to presume it was based on the fact that the omega was hidden. And that he was a little fucking gift from god — and that’s coming from an atheist.
“Ugh,” he said out loud. He didn’t want to be in this shitty mood. His colleagues had bugged the shit out of him at work, he only jerked off to the omega boy because he needed to blow off some steam and if he didn’t stop staring at the screen this instant, he was about to do it again.
Swallowing, Levi fully understood that he was completely under the influence of this little omega, and there was nothing to be done about it. He scrolled down to find the contact information, definitely not because he was considering inquiring about what it would cost to buy them out of the omega.
He felt like he was going to start sweating when he hovered his finger above the Reserve your place button. Taking a deep breath, he internally said fuck it — he could always bail at any time.
The new screen loaded, and Levi found himself gasping in exasperation when it requested his name to perform a background check. “Are you kidding me?” he asked absolutely no one. This was a fucking joke, right?
Then why was he typing his name in and pressing the submit button?
Thank you! We will perform a background check and determine if you are eligible to attend the hidden omega show. Thank you for your interest!
Okay, he hoped his name wasn’t going to be listed in some kind of sick fuck alpha registry. Fuck, he was the VP of communications at one of the biggest, most well known companies. If this got out, that would not be good. Levi actually started to sweat now.
He was just about ready to call it a night when his phone started ringing. It was charging in his office, and again, Levi was against having electronics in the bedroom/past working in the evening, however he found himself getting off his bed and walking into the other room to pick it up.
Kenny the Fucker Calling
Levi scoffed, but still answered. “What?”
“Levi! My boy! So nice to never hear from you!”
“Yeah, don’t call me, then,” Levi responded with zero emotion.
All he heard for the next minute straight was the man cackling in that way that Levi could practically see him throwing his head back laughing. “How are you doing son?”
“I’m not your son,” Levi reminded him in a low grumble. God, it was weird how his uncle could make him feel like an angsty teenager once again. “I’m fine. What do you want? I’m about to go to sleep.”
“What? It’s only nine thirty!” he shouted incredulously. “You know, this is what lonely bachelors like you become if they don’t—”
“Yeah, yeah. Is this what you called me for? To shit on my stress-free, child-free, bullshit-free lifestyle?” Why was he still talking to his prick of an uncle? This was a waste of time.
“No!” the man cried, and Levi found himself furrowing his brows. If he doesn’t spit it out in the next two seconds— “I saw you signed up for the Hidden Omega Show!”
Levi’s eyes widened and his hands suddenly felt clammy holding his phone up to his ear. He stood perfectly still while his heart assaluted his ribcage, and he regretted every single thing he’d ever done in his stupid fucking lifetime, because his stupid fucking uncle found out he signed up to be considered to go to some fucking sex show. Holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit — his life was over. It had to be. That’s it, time to pack it in—
“Quit panicking, you little mongrel. I’m proud of you!”
“How did you—!” Levi stopped himself to breathe and think about it. The Underground Club. Why was that so fucking familiar?
“Little shitty brat forgot where Daddy works, didn’t he? What a truly terrible little son you are,” the man tsked. “Consider your birthday forgotten this year.”
“You always forget—!” Levi began, but stopped himself, it wasn’t worth it to argue, and he was embarrassed enough as it was. “The club you own is The Underground?!” he demanded instead.
Kenny was doing that grandpa cackling thing again.
Levi honestly would have rather shit his pants in public than have this be the outcome of his own stupidity. And horniness! For fuck’s sake, this was all that little angelic brat’s fault! Fuck! Levi hated that he couldn’t even force himself to entirely insult him.
“You see, I knew you’d finally come around to find a good little omega bitch for yourself,” Kenny said in a warm tone, like he was proud. Levi wanted to shiver. “Consider your spot saved for the show.”
“I’m not going,” Levi announced defiantly. There was no way he could go at this point, yet why did he find himself asking immediately, “How did you even find that kid?!”
“He’s my buddy Grisha’s kid!” Kenny replied with that typical vigour of his. “ Him and his wife kicked the bucket about seven months ago. Kid fell into my arms by some way or another; think it’s retribution since he never paid his tab while he was alive!”
Levi resisted the urge to gag. God, what a sick fuck.
“You’d know that if you ever came around, little shit! Now I’m stuck with a pre-heat omega — but! When he told me he was hidden, I hatched a plan! Now this kid is paying for my retirement and then some!”
“You’re whoring this poor kid out to the biggest spender?” Levi grimaced. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He felt his temper rising. The hidden omega — what was his name again? Eren? Eren did not deserve to be treated this way. No one deserved this kind of fate. It was sick and cruel and — especially not that little bundle of joy that Levi wanted to stick his dick in and never take out. Fuck. Where the fuck did that come from?
“You got any idea what a Hidden Omega Show is, you little elitist fucker?” Kenny hit him back. Levi was about to bubble over.
“No! I’m not a freak!” Levi shouted in response. Oh, it was just a typical conversation, Levi wasn’t even phased by the yelling.
“A Hidden Omega Show is a contest, dumbass. No one’s getting whored out, I don’t have a fuckin’ license for that.”
“They don’t give out licenses for that kind of shit.”
“Well, they should.” Kenny made a ‘hmpfh’ sound, and Levi could practically see him crossing his arms over his chest. “Little omega bitch gets put on display while a ton of high profile alphas try to use their pheromones to try to sway him to fuck them. Not to mention, the bitch will hit his first heat — it’s as close to the Roman colosseum as we’re going to get. It’s one fuck of a show, kid.”
Levi felt himself grimacing and feeling sorry for the omega the more he listened. What kind of fucking shit show was this going to be?
“You should come. Throw your hat into the ring,” the man added casually. “I’m tired of playing with Mikasa’s kids. They’re all too good at what they do. I wanna roll around in the dirt with your future rugrats.”
Levi was reminded of what an unruly kid he was compared to Mikasa. A particularly bad staph infection had been the kicker to turn his life around and actually do shit right. “Fuck Mikasa,” he heard himself saying.
“Amen.”
Levi scoffed again, this time it held humour. He didn’t feel like entertaining his bastard uncle any longer, so he just ended the call and dropped his phone down onto the desk below him. He brought both hands to his face and slapped them against his face, leaving them there to drag down his cheeks.
It felt like he blinked and it was morning already. He was doing the same motion, slapping his hands to his face while he did his morning skincare routine. Levi had a terrible time trying to sleep after thinking about what he’d done to his own personal reputation. He thought it’d remain private that he was a closet pervert, but no. The worst fucking possible person had found out.
Work felt like work, which pissed him off, because normally Levi enjoyed the shit out of working. Every single conversation, he was worrying on the inside if they would find out he was going to such a sinful fucking place that evening.
He kept reminding himself that he didn’t have to go. He could bail at any time, right.
It was seeming like a real outcome for the night when he didn’t receive the electronic confirmation that he had been notified about.
17:08 PM KENNY THE FUCKER: Sorry sport, ur going to have to pick up ur ticket in person
He could still bail.
So… Why was he in one of his nicest suits, checking himself in the mirror, ordering an Uber Black to the club? Was he really this desperate? Could he really try to convince himself that there was something about that little omega that made him so compelled to do something his typically pragmatic self would never have done?
Yeah, blame it on the innocent omega.
The establishment was nice — it definitely didn’t seem like some kind of seedy fucking sex club that he had expected. Just for the record: Levi’s expectations for his uncle were in the high sub hundreds. But, instead, this place actually seemed dignified.
Upon entering, Levi got the semblance of an idea that this place was fairly discrete. The lighting was very low, and as he expected, it was basically all men. It was the gay district after all, or close enough. Levi was nervously — not that anyone would catch that from his stoic exterior — looking around when he found the female beta at a hostess-like stand in a gorgeous tight black dress.
She smiled at him and bowed her head a bit, welcoming him. She requested his ID to look up his ticket.
“Mr. Levi Ackermann?” the woman asked, reading his ID out loud.
“What?” he hissed in a low tone, viciously pissed that the illusion of discretion was shattered. Fuck, there could be people he knew here. Well, not anyone that is close to him — they were all mated and with kids. It was still a real fear for him.
“I’m sorry, sir. Mr. Ackermann specifically told me not to let you in without paying the premium fare.”
Levi laughed, but it held zero humour to it. “Are you fucking kidding?” he found himself still asking, in spite of the fact that he knew she wasn’t. This was such a Kenny thing to do.
You can bail at any time.
Shut up, I know that.
“What is the premium fare?”
“Sixty-nine hundred,” she replied, biting her lip. Was she trying not to laugh? Her tone was apologetic, but there was something in her expression that was throwing the black haired alpha off.
Kenny wanted Levi to pay almost two thousand over the cover price? And to be so fucking petty as to make it exactly $6900? Levi looked away and sucked on his teeth, thinking about that stupid fucking perfect little omega boy, then made the decision to pass the woman his credit card.
She rang him up immediately.
Looking around, Levi interestingly noticed that there were actually beta males here. What the fuck did they expect to be? Alpha chew toys? All the alphas were here for a chance at the omega. He supposed it could have been some sexual degradation thing. Levi was a shit talker, but he didn’t kink shame.
Hands stuffed into his pockets, Levi side eyed the hostess, watching her texting someone just as he walked away. He rolled his eyes, just knowing she was alerting his uncle for fucking sure. He decided to make his way into the main floor of the club, walking directly to the bar. The lights were even lower and the pulsing beat had a number of people dancing. At that point, Levi realized there were alpha females here as well. Shit. There was a lot of competition.
A young beta took his order and prepared his drink right away, and Levi left a hefty tip.
Turning, he surveyed the floor, noting all the activity going on around him. Just a bunch of gays and girls partying, what else was new?
Then his eyes landed on the front of the establishment, where there was a stage, and… a cage. Don’t tell him the omega was in a cage. Tch, Kenny’s thing about the Roman colosseum was somehow ringing true.
Levi examined the young boy in the cage. The omega — Eren — appeared extremely dizzy. He was on his knees and shins, barely able to keep his head up. His pre-heat must have been hitting him pretty hard — that, and the overbearing amalgamation of horny alpha pheromones had to be really fucking with his internal processes. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was speeding up the process.
Levi didn’t know a ton about omegas — he never really cared to — but he did understand their basic biology. The pre-heat phase was the prelude to their emotionally/physically/mentally intensive heat which could last anywhere from five to seven days. During this time, their bodies were basically begging for sex and their lives quite literally depended on it. It was a wet dream come true for any alpha, although omegas weren’t exactly the most common people around. That was probably because omegas were usually encouraged to find a mate before their eighteenth birthday (or around that time). There was no way in hell you’d see an omega Levi’s age walking around.
If Levi remembered correctly, Eren wasn’t even eighteen yet. This seemed like a fairly premature ‘ceremony’. Wasn’t this club eighteen and up? Fucking alpha logic.
The sound of aggravated moaning, or was it groaning, nudged Levi out of his thought process. His eyes flickered up to check the boy in the cage. The omega was still sleeping in his pre-heat haze, and at this point, his scent was starting to leak into Levi’s senses. Woah, wow. He apparently wasn’t the only one who had noticed, because other alphas were turning and staring at the stage.
The omega’s scent was so discrete, yet already so fucking juicy and alluring — Levi could only expect nothing less than a bloodbath this evening. Looking at the other alphas excited in the audience, Levi couldn’t help a spike of jealousy that coursed through him.
A tingling in the back of the black haired alpha’s neck had him instantly on edge. His gaze swung immediately back onto the precious omega on display. His precious green eyes were opening — or at the very least trying to — and he was using the back of his hands to wipe at them. Eren appeared to be barely conscious, yet the distress pheromones were pouring out of him in waves.
Alphas around were going wild, and for once, he didn’t blame them. Levi was growing rock hard in his slacks at an astonishing rate. Nothing had ever turned him on quicker than the scent he was inhaling in those moments. This was unlike anything he’d ever been exposed to before — he could kind of see how the stupid fucking knotheads felt now. It didn’t make them any less annoying, though.
Was this how all omegas smelled? Smelling this omega felt like everything he knew and cared about. Lavender, like his favourite cleaning products; shea butter, like his favourite skincare products; milk chocolate — though he told everyone he preferred dark, milk chocolate was truly his favourite sweet thing to eat. How was it possible that his omega hit all of his boxes?
How did this omega somehow smell like home to him?
Little unintelligible sounds could be clearly heard in Levi’s ears; it was almost like the brunet boy was right there beside him. He had a feeling like the hairs on his arms were standing on end — he equally spooked as he was horny now.
Eren still couldn’t keep his eyes completely open, but his mouth was moving now and letting slip little whimpers that sounded like wind chimes. They were so wholesome and pure, Levi wanted nothing more than to put this little omega back in hiding — preferably in his own apartment. No one else deserved to hear these precious little sounds.
Tuning out of being so involved with the omega’s current state, the black haired alpha remembered where he was. Right, in public. It smells like erections in here, Levi thought to himself. He probably smelled pretty fucking aroused by now as well, and the boy hadn’t even completely woken up yet.
When was Eren supposed to wake up anyway? Levi was getting antsy. Was he suddenly sweaty? Maybe. Feverish? His eyes watched like hawks as the boy wriggled around, appearing to be half sleeping, but restlessly. Eren looked like he needed to be held and rocked back to sleep. He could see himself taking the boy into his arms and pushing his hair off his forehead to kiss him there.
Uhh, come again? Why was Levi tripping over himself wanting to provide care to the omega? He didn’t have a nurturing bone in his body. But still, he wanted all these prying eyes to fuck off. That at the very least would make him feel better.
“He’s gonna need that sleep for when I get my hands on him,” Levi heard some knothead at the bar shout to his buddy. What a dickhead.
The whining in Levi’s ears was growing louder, and he had to wonder again if this sound was also occurring to others around him. No one else seemed as attentive to their hearing abilities; in spite of the fact that it was extremely dimly lit, and almost no faces were visible, all alphas seemed to be talking amongst one another or aggressively exuding their pheromones to tease the omega into waking.
The black haired man felt like he was going to burst a blood vessel, but then took another sip of his scotch. His eyes didn’t leave the restless omega.
“I think the show’s about to start,” another patron spoke behind Levi. The man was chewing on his lips now, but his eyes were trained. As much as he wanted to turn towards the bar to order another drink to somehow dull the odd feeling he was experiencing, he couldn’t if he tried.
Big green eyes seemed to be able to focus on his surroundings a little better now, and his head began to tilt, as if recognizing and questioning the enclosed space he was in. He still appeared to be dealing with a heavy dose of euphoria, and the situation had to be no doubt confusing. The boy seemed to move in slow motion, as if he’d just woken up from a deep sleep. Once the situation had seemingly become clear to him, big tears began welling up in his eyes, and the intense blanket of distress was choking Levi.
Levi hated to think that he was, in fact, a defective alpha, because he wasn’t mirroring all of their aggressive behaviour. All the other alphas were focused on watching every second of the omega’s journey, not wanting to miss a second of it. Why didn’t anyone else seem to be affected in this way to the omega’s pheromones? The idea of joining that mess of bodies made him want to take a bath in battery acid, it was so repulsive.
The omega — Eren, he had to remind himself — startled the crowd by crying, big fat tears rolling down his face. He sniffled loudly, evidently about to become a snotty mess.
“Alpha!”
Levi heard it clear as day. It was spoken in a low pitched whine. Levi watched the boy’s lips move, but logically, he shouldn’t have been able to hear that as well as he just had.
“Alphaaa…!” the boy whined, followed by a hiccup. More tears fell from his eyes and left streaks of wetness on his cheeks. He sat more purposefully on his knees now. Eren was still crying, but his shoulders squared and he began to bend his hips back. His hands hit the floor of the stage, and his body began to arch like a cat, pressing his ass high up into the air in contrast his clavicle flush with the floor.
The crowd was going apeshit. Levi watched in bewilderment. Eren can’t be aware of what he’s doing. He can’t, right?
He didn’t seem to be in control of his body, because Eren rocked his hips back and forth. The ill-fitting dress — white again, but much looser — had fallen off one shoulder and one of those precious nipples was visible again. It rode up his chest, hitting the floor by where his elbows were touching, leaving his ass and cock perfectly visible.
A line of precum was attached from the tip of his cockhead and sticking to the stage — the view made Levi’s jaw drop. Eren’s penis was so small and cute, yet appeared painfully hard. His foreskin was barely pulled past his tip, and from what he could see, the boy had no pubic hair.
Levi was no match for Eren’s ass. It was more of that perfectly caramel colour stretched taught across two globes, parting to show people to the right of the room a bit of the boy’s sopping wet hole and soft perineum. The black haired alpha blessed his twenty-twenty vision, because he could see everything.
He was presenting himself for his alpha.
Little things had the ability to make Levi slack jawed and staring, but this, this was something else entirely. This side of the room was going wild again.
Levi had to be dealing with the worst erection of his life. Holy fucking shit, it hurt. He’d never had it this painful before. He couldn’t think of a rut where it had even slightly measured up to this in the past.
“Alpha!” the voice sounded more squeaky and desperate this time. Levi was pretty sure at this point he knew who the omega was calling out to, but he was too fearful to do anything about it. Instead, he watched practically in slow motion as the boy raised his fingers behind him to his ass. He rubbed them over his own hole sensually, opening his mouth wide to moan lewdly into Levi’s ear yet again. Fuck. Eren slipped one finger into himself. Levi felt his resolve crashing around him. “Alphaa!”
With some effort, Eren pressed another finger into himself and then began pumping.
“Alpha! Please…” The boy was crying out to someone, that was obvious, by why was no one responding? It couldn’t be… Swallowing, he had to test his theory.
“Omega,” Levi said in a low voice under his breath.
Eren’s head popped up, his eyes now a dark green colour. His mouth was wide open, drool escaping the corners. His cheeks were red and streaked with tears. He peered around inquisitively at first, then his expression became fearful when he seemed to recognize he was stationed before a sea of alphas. “Al…pha?”
God fucking dammit, how could such a flawless present like that speak with a voice that sounded like it was dipped in pure sin? It was doing things to Levi that he had no idea was possible. “Fuck…” he whispered.
A chorus of “Mine!” and “He’s mine!” could be heard over the sound of pumping music and Eren’s amplified moans directly in Levi’s ears.
“Alphaaaaaaaaa!” Eren cried.
Levi clicked his tongue. “Use your eyes, Eren.”
Eren somehow understood to direct his attention to Levi who was still at the bar. “Alpha?”
The brat didn’t seem to know how to say anything else, and that was somehow extremely endearing to Levi. “Yes?” he found himself teasing. Eren’s jaw dropped just a second before he let out an ear splitting shriek, to which Levi hissed in pain. “Tch, not in my ear, brat!”
Eren’s scream turned into more crying, and then he was banging on the bars of his cage. In spite of his belligerent state, he seemed to be slightly more aware of his surroundings now. Recognizing he was being shown off for a sea of alphas was quickly overwhelming him, and the distress was coming back. “Alpha!”
“I think Eren’s mate is among us,” Levi suddenly heard Kenny announce. He was walking on the ground below the elevated stage area, yet he was tall enough to be nearly the same height as the cage. His eyes found Levi’s a second later. “Would you like to come join us, alpha?”
As horny as he was, Levi still couldn’t fathom how he’d ended up in this situation. He was grateful he still had his wits about him, and wasn’t frothing at the mouth like some of the other knotheads around here.
He let go of his glass at the polished bar and stepped away from it. Bouncers appeared and pushed some of the more unruly alphas back while Levi approached the center of the room. God, if he could just punch some of these stupid fucks in the face… he’d do anything.
“Get up here,” Kenny encouraged his adoptive son, a sickeningly proud smile on his face. Levi cringed, but then looked forward to see his omega looking at him with big hurt eyes.
“Alpha…” Eren whined. Levi couldn’t stand seeing the boy in this situation any longer. If his own pheromones were any indication, Levi wanted Eren out of the cage yesterday.
There wasn’t even that complex of a lock holding Eren behind the metal bars. If he had really put his mind to it — and theoretically not be in the throws of his first heat — he should have realized that by now. But Kenny unlatched the cage, and Eren was leaping into the man’s arms. The boy had to have had a lot of faith in the man to do so, because he jumped a couple feet into not the tallest alpha’s arms.
Eren pressed his body as humanly possible to the man, no doubt trying to transfer his scent to the older man. It was honestly quite astonishing, considering it was something a dominant partner typically did.
“Your pheromones put us all to shame!”
Levi clicked his tongue, in spite of being surprised by what the man had just said to him. “What is that supposed to mean?” Kenny had a wide grin on his face, then nodded his head in the direction of the backstage. Levi swallowed and followed him, trying to contain the omega whose addictive scent was slowly permeating through his skin and into his bones.
“Eren could have picked any one of those alpha’s scents, but he picked yours,” he cackled, looking over his shoulder, “omegas pick their mates, not the other way around.”
The black haired man narrowed his eyes. Eren had picked him?
“Just as I expected.”
Levi furrowed his brows. He had to raise his voice a bit to speak over the whines of his newfound omega. “Expected?”
“Told you the lil brat was staying with me before all this. He was always in your old room and touching all your shit. I caught him rutting into your pillows too many times to count.”
“What!?” Levi demanded. “So you knew he was attracted to my scent, yet you still threw this whole thing anyway?”
“Money is a great motivator, Levi. You know I’m all about the money!”
Levi wanted to kill his uncle. There was no way he could be this cruel. “So what were you expecting if I didn’t show up?”
Kenny cackled. “I knew ya would. I gotta nose for these kinds of things.” He turned to face the larger crowd and shouted (as if they could hear him), “Alright, show’s over! The omega’s chosen!”
The younger Ackermann was lost in the sensations of being wrapped up in Eren’s scent — it was like nothing else. Levi felt like he had to be the luckiest man in the world in spite of never having thought that this was something that he needed in his life.
He wasn’t sure what level of scent blockers these bouncers had applied to themselves, but they were incredibly stoic in the face of an unruly little omega that was pouring out distress and fuck me and get me out of here but fuck me first scents like it was day old coffee.
Levi didn’t want to spend another second waiting in this stupid fucking club filled with filthy alphas. He wanted to get home, remove any kind of offending article of clothing, and stick his dick in this omega. Any order would be acceptable in all honesty, but that one was preferred.
Bouncers were guiding the man holding a vibrating omega towards a back door. He was slowly losing all sense of who he was — his thoughts had all become so jumbled and his brain felt like it was melting. All he knew was a gorgeous slice of heaven was crawling all over him, producing repetitive and high pitched sinful sounds, and excreting bodily fluids and surprisingly, Levi wasn’t able to find anything to complain about. He wasn’t sure how it was possible, but it was what it was. Now how the fuck is he supposed to get home to deal with all of this before he loses his last shred of decency and fucks the omega against the wall directly to his right?
“Mr. Ackermann prepared a car to take you and your bitch home,” a bouncer spoke crudely in a low voice. Holy shit, Levi saw red. He wanted to stick his foot up his beta ass for calling his omega bitch, but his boy was openly throwing a bitch fit and that kind of took precedence.
Zero words were communicated on Levi’s part, he just left the establishment, crying bundle of sin squirming in his arms, and entered the sleek black car waiting outside. He really hoped it was the right car, because he had no fucking way of knowing.
“100 Rincon,” Levi said through laboured breaths. “Eren, stop wiggling!”
The boy had absolutely no tact, he just continued to grind himself up against the man below him. He had a layer of sweat on his skin, and the too-big summer dress was barely covering anything now. It was clear he had no panties on, because his little cock was leaking and spreading juices all over Levi’s incredibly expensive suit. Levi couldn’t help himself, one of his hands found Eren’s plump ass cheek, and he squeezed.
Eren screamed, the sound turning into a high pitched moan. The car began moving, and Levi was losing his shit, because it wasn’t fast enough.
Eren was tearing at Levi’s clothes, unable to comprehend how buttons worked apparently, in an attempt to get the man undressed.
“Eren!” Levi chastised, but his vision was becoming foggy. This little brat’s influence was seeping into the pores of the man’s skin. He was quickly becoming entangled in the boy’s heat, and he was dangerously close to being induced into a premature rut. Levi honestly hadn’t even realized how bad it had become. “Fucking drive faster!” he screamed at the poor driver in front.
“Alpha, alpha, alpha!” Eren cried, grinding himself over Levi’s clothed crotch. The man’s jaw dropped as he watched the movements between the two of them, feeling like his dick was going to break, he was so hard. He had little consideration for the beta who was driving them, but still — he needed to put some effort into wrangling the boy.
Remembering earlier how he was able to direct the boy’s attention using his dynamic, Levi steeled himself. “Omega,” the man said in a dominating tone.
Eren’s movements stilled, and he looked up at his alpha with big worried green eyes. Woah, that worked? Was this boy completely under his thumb?
“Wait until we get home,” Levi spit out through harsh breaths. Now that Eren had stopped grinding on him, it was becoming insatiable to not have any kind of friction. Levi needed it back now.
“Alpha…” Eren whined, and Levi was pretty confident that the omega couldn’t produce any other words at this time. It was pathetic in an extremely endearing way, and Levi couldn’t help himself, he removed his hands from Eren’s hips and cupped his cheeks, bringing their faces together.
He didn’t care that the gross little boy had snot, salty tears, spit, and sweat smeared all over him, Levi just wanted to taste the insides of his mouth. Their lips collided and Levi found the boy’s mouth to be everything he’d hoped and dreamed for.
This was very evidently the boy’s first kiss, because he didn’t know the first fucking thing about what he was doing. But with Levi’s help, the man guided Eren’s tongue to move in tandem with his own, and they soon got a pattern down. Only, Eren was still tenacious and eager as hell — Levi just needed to bide his time for a little bit longer. Glancing outside through hazy lenses, Levi could see they were nearing his street.
He found himself pushing Eren forward to relinquish himself from his suit jacket. There was no way in hell he was going to be seen carrying a nearly naked omega clearly in the throws of his heat. It was thankfully late, so there shouldn’t be many people in the lobby.
The car stopped, and Levi stepped out, little bundle of joy still wrapped carefully yet still whining in his arms.
He didn’t give the driver a second thought, which he would feel guilty about later, but for now, he had omega on the brain.
“Cover your nose!” Levi demanded the doorman as he entered his building. Beta or not, he didn’t want anyone else scenting his omega besides himself. “Send an elevator down. Floor 40.”
The doorman, who he couldn’t remember the name of right this second, nodded while holding his nose. “Yes, Mr. Ackermann,” he called after the man on the move. As he hoped, no one was in the lobby, but that didn’t mean he’d get to his apartment that easily.
A young couple appeared in the elevator when Levi approached it. They eyed the scene before them — a stressed out man carrying a crying and whining sweaty boy that was clearly naked under the weak attempt at covering his body with the man’s suit jacket. Their jaws both dropped and the woman clinged to her man’s side.
“Get the fuck out!” Levi screamed at them. The two of them seemed to snap out of the shock they’d found themselves in and scrambled out of the way.
Levi entered, thankful that he’d had the doorman order the elevator to his floor so he didn’t have to worry about pulling out his keys. If he even had them at this point — fuck knows where his wallet or cell phone were.
He pressed Eren against the wall of the elevator, resting his plump ass just slightly on the accessibility handrail behind him while he forced their lips together again. Eren flung his arms around Levi’s neck, trying to continue to call for his alpha while they proceeded to kiss messily. Holding Eren in the position he was in with his hips, the man brought his hands to his belt and began to unfasten it while they were still in the elevator.
Eren was insatiable, and somehow through his euphoria was able to understand what was going on well enough to shed the coat around his shoulders and pull the dress up his thighs.
Levi got his belt undone, unbuttoned his pants, and was undoing his zipper when Eren’s hand beat him to it and reached under his black boxer briefs to grab his cock. The man gasped into the kiss at the boy’s forwardness, but didn’t let it shock him for long. Eren was pulling the fabric of his briefs down so that the man was free from his garments.
“Please… alpha,” Eren whined directly onto Levi’s lips. With a grunt, Levi lifted Eren’s ass to angle him a little better and place his cockhead at the boy’s slippery entrance.
The man felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, and his thumb eagerly pressing on his shaft, just milliseconds from inserting himself when he remembered this omega was in heat. A semi-conscious part of his brain was surprisingly working.
He needed a fucking condom.
How long was this fucking elevator!?
Eren’s whines were becoming more desperate now, and his persistence was akin to that of a dog’s. When this was all over and done with, Levi was going to tease him about this for days, but that was a far off thought from now.
The doors behind him dinged and he directly entered his apartment. He was pretty sure he’d left his jacket behind in the elevator, because when Levi all but jogged across his place to his bedroom, tossing the boy onto his fluffy comforter, the jacket was missing.
Fuck the jacket.
Levi nearly tore his bathroom apart looking for condoms until he finally found them hiding in a low drawer of a cabinet. Speaks to how often he was fucking, he guessed.
He grabbed a handful and paced back into his bedroom, tossing them on the bed beside Eren then tore into one.
Eren had landed on his back, but he was quickly squirming around so that he could get on his hands and knees for the man. Levi was so busy trying to focus on unrolling the condom properly onto his cock that when he noticed, he nearly forgot how to even function.
The boy was positioned similarly to how he had been earlier when he was locked up in the cage — on his hands and knees, cheek and shoulder blades pressed to the mattress below him while his ass was on full display. His knees were spread wide, and the boy’s lower back was arched in the most sublime way that perfected his presentation.
Fucking fuck this boy was perfect.
“Feral little brat,” Levi said, finally escaping his brain freeze and jolting into motion. Both hands grabbed onto the boy’s fleshy mounds, and he used his finger tips to squeeze and pull at the skin. Eren was busy screaming his head off in desperation for his alpha while Levi used both thumbs to spread the boy’s hole open so he could see just what he was working with.
It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. The boy’s hole was glistening with slick, the outer ring perfectly pink and surrounding skin that gorgeous caramel colour. God fucking damn. It was a good day to be alive.
Levi finally positioned himself at Eren’s hole, and his lips parted when he heard the boy go quiet finally.
“P… please alpha,” Eren whined.
“Tell me what you want, omega,” Levi ordered, just barely hanging onto the tendrils of consciousness as he was about to dip into the deepest pleasure he’d ever experienced. He might as well try to tease the boy below him.
“Alpha…”
“Words.”
“Please fuck me with your cock and knot me, alpha,” Eren spoke surprisingly coherently. Tch. Brat could probably do that all along.
Levi watched himself disappear into the tight wet hole he’d positioned himself at like it was some kind of fucking magic trick. He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was simply insane.
Eren screamed bloody murder, and Levi didn’t blame him. He felt his soul leaving his body and going straight to hell.
Relinquishing himself from the boy’s heat, he pounded straight back into him on repeat. His hands gripped the boy’s hips in a tight hold, his movements punishing. There were certain times where Levi felt the boy tense and tighten around him, and the man was pretty sure the omega was creaming himself. He hadn’t expected them to be so often, but then again, the boy was in heat.
And surprisingly, Levi’s stamina was impressive for someone who hadn’t fucked in at least six months. Okay, maybe a year. Tops.
He pulled himself out completely and used one hand on the boy’s right to forcefully push him to tumble onto his back. Eren was quick to whine, but when Levi grabbed him by the leg and pulled his hips up to a similar position, the man leaning forward to press a knee into the mattress to get a better angle, he was quickly plunging into the boy’s wet heat once again.
Getting to watch Eren get fucked like this was the most glamourous sight he’d ever seen. Levi couldn’t take his eyes off of the boy while he guided the boy’s hips to meet with his own at a consistent rate. Everything about Eren was just perfect, and Levi was balking internally that he had been the one chosen here.
The boy’s face looked clearly like he’d been crying, but the tension in his eyebrows indicated it wasn’t a result of being sad. Well, perhaps, sad it hadn’t happened sooner, if anything. His messy brown hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, and Levi was instantly imagining him in pretty little barrettes to see more of his forehead. Levi could see more into the future, the more he thought about it; Eren would look so pretty wearing the man’s clothes, sleeping in his bed, eating dinner with him, and even more sappy domestic shit.
He’d look even prettier when he was plump with the man’s litter, his breasts filling up with milk, and hips widening to accommodate the unruly brats he would most definitely produce.
“Oh fuck!” Levi said breathlessly, the tight coil in his lower stomach breaking into a million pieces, and he felt his cock bust into oblivion. Oh god, he was cumming, and it was shattering his life before his eyes. He was cumming to the idea of breeding this poor little omega boy, and it was the best thing he’d ever experienced. He knew it was what Eren was saying he wanted right now, but he was also completely intoxicated on his own bodily process, and more over something he shouldn’t take advantage of.
Eren’s high pitched screaming brought the man’s attention back to the situation at hand, and he looked down just in time to watch a small squirt of cum paint the boy’s chest. Eren was panting hard, then arched his back to get a handle on his position. Angling his shoulders upwards, he looked towards the man’s crotch.
“What’s…” Eren asked, sounding just slightly more coherent again. He was staring at where they were connected. It took Levi a second, because he was desperately trying to catch his own breath and come down from that insane state he’d just found himself in. When he noticed Eren was referring to the latex on his dick, Levi looked back at Eren. “Why…?” he asked, big tears welling up in his eyes.
“Why what?” Levi asked incredulously. “Why am I wearing a condom?”
“Yeah,” Eren replied, his voice so sad that it was breaking the man’s heart.
“So I don’t impregnate you, you stupid little angel,” Levi responded as if it was the most obvious thing. Well, it actually kind of was.
“Why not?” Eren wailed, seeming to lose a bit of coherency. His eyes were squeezed shut tight, and a frown was etched onto his face. Watching the scene was uncharacteristically influential on the man’s decision making skills, and he found himself wanting to do anything to please the boy.
“Fine, you want to get fucked raw? I’ll fuck you raw, little brat,” Levi said, annoyed with himself for breaking so easily at such a manipulative little show. Just as he suspected, the waterworks slowed to a halt, and Eren was looking up at him with those big green eyes again.
“Really?”
“Really,” Levi responded, purposefully not responding with a definitive yes. He wasn’t mentally or emotionally prepared for children, and Eren was seventeen fucking years old. There was no way in hell he was going to open himself up to that kind of liability, nor put Eren in a position that he might not be otherwise consenting to. “After this time.”
“What!” Eren cried, his face falling again.
“You want my cock or not?” Levi asked, thinking what a spoiled little brat he was being. Any other fucking alpha in that establishment would have fallen for this shit, but Levi knew better. Eren was lucky Levi was making this decision for him.
“Yes…” he whimpered. Levi rolled the condom off his cock and was astonished at his capability of dropping it onto the hardwood floor just a meter or two away. Holy shit, who had he become?
Don’t care, need a new condom.
He was already grabbing one and pulling it open, this time needing less time to properly apply it to himself. He wasn’t paying attention when Eren grabbed him by his collar and pulled him onto the bed. Caught completely off guard, Levi turned onto his side and Eren pushed him directly onto his back by climbing on top of him.
“Oi!” Levi cried. He had barely gotten the condom on his hard cock when Eren was gripping it and positioning it so he could sit directly down onto it.
Both males made their own distinct sounds — Eren’s high pitched and wanton, and Levi’s more of a low growl. He wasn’t in his rut yet, so he couldn’t produce a knot, but holy fucking shit, his cock hurt like he was going to.
Eren rode him like a good little cowgirl, seemingly entirely self possessed and aware of what he was doing — like he’d done this thousands of times before. When, in reality, Levi was confident this was his very first time. Levi had to wonder: nature or nurture?
“Alpha, alpha! Alpha!” Eren cried, squeezing his eyes shut and stuttering his hips. Levi finally got with the program and grabbed the boy by his hips, forcefully grinding the boy’s hips and cock against the man’s flat belly, and tearing a scream from the boy as he forcefully came across Levi’s chest.
“Fuck!” the man growled. Eren’s smaller cock didn’t flag even a bit. The boy was looking a little dizzy, and Levi considered suggesting taking a break, but he was aghast to see Eren snap out of it and lean down to press his untrained lips against the man’s.
“Please, one more time.” His big eyes looked tired, yet still had a flame within them that inspired the man to believe the boy could handle it.
“Yes, of course,” Levi replied automatically. What else could he say? “Are you tired? How do you want me to fuck you?”
“On my back,” he requested sweetly. Levi was just shocked, yet again, that this boy had it in him to be all these different and equally endearing versions of himself. Eren made like he was going to get off the man, but Levi held him tight while he sat up. Now he was the one that didn’t want to be separated from the boy for a second. Levi turned the boy on his back and placed him down on the comforter, grazing his eyes up and down the boy’s beautiful body. Where did that dress land? Levi prayed it wasn’t also in the elevator, now that it would be difficult to explain.
Ignoring his sudden fear of eviction, Levi caught both of the boy’s feet in each hand and brought them to his lips to kiss. He had no idea the last time Eren had even worn shoes, and they’d come from that club — yet, those thoughts were fleeting. He kissed both sole as he pulled out and then pushed back in.
He watched the boy — he had much less vigour now — as his breathing steadily increased throughout the fucking Levi was giving him. In a matter of minutes, Eren was reduced to the panting, whining mess he’d been just as before.
“Alpha!” Eren cried.
“Levi,” the man corrected. Eren didn’t look like he understood, and for some reason through thrusting, he thought he might repeat himself and have it make sense to the boy. “Levi,” he said more purposefully.
“Levi,” Eren said, like he was tasting the name on his tongue. The man didn’t know what came over him, but his eyes fluttered, the sudden need to breed this beautiful little omega simply overcame him.
Eren, the little brat, seemed to see the effect he had on the older man.
“Levi!” he moaned this time, a tinge of mischief in his expression when the man slammed into him next. “Levi! Levi!”
“Fuck, Eren!” Levi growled, gritting his teeth because he knew he was close now. He could probably last another couple minutes if he tried, but the beautiful little omega below him was encouraging him to do anything but.
“Next time, you promise you’re going to breed me?” he asked through heavy pants.
“Huuuuuh,” Levi shuddered. Oh god, oh fuck. The thoughts of his pregnant omega absolutely plagued his mind. His hips stuttered and he found a new angle to penetrate the boy with.
“Ah! Levi!” Eren cried, his face contorting into a tense expression. “There! There! Ah!”
Shit, this was it for the black haired alpha as well. He pounded relentlessly into the boy, feeling his release quickly infiltrating his mind. His orgasm rocked his whole body, and he felt his hips stuttering right as a familiar scream ripped from Eren’s throat.
Oh, good fucking god. He couldn’t… there was no way he could keep going… Please tell him Eren was satisfied. In spite of the intensity of Eren’s heat, Levi hadn’t reached his rut, but then again those were rare occurrences. There was going to be, what, five more days of this? His knot would reveal itself at some point. Levi was blessed to be able to remove himself from Eren’s addictive tight heat at this time.
Glancing over at him, Levi thought the boy had to not have a drop of hydration in his body after all that crying, cumming, and slicking. Levi wasn’t entirely sure the water content of slick, when he thought about it, but regardless, this boy needed a glass of water.
The man pulled the condom off and stepped both feet on the hardwood floor. Just as he turned, he heard a small whine. “Where are you going?” Eren asked in a scared voice, one that had Levi immediately stopping in his tracks and pivoting back to the boy.
“To get you some water,” Levi replied in a gentle voice, surprising himself.
Eren lifted his hands from his sides and reached them out towards the man.
Was he really asking for uppies? And god fucking dammit, was Levi really going to give it to him?
Levi relented, of course, stepping back toward the bed to scoop the boy up into his arms and pull him into his chest. Eren clung to the older man with a perfect adeptness like a baby monkey or something, hardly requiring the man to support him at all in spite of his forearm under the boy’s ass.
Levi wanted to scoff, but he just couldn’t find it in him. It was so cute, and moreover, felt so natural. Maybe this kid had a good nose on him after all.
He proceeded on his path to the kitchen, making sure to check on Eren every so often. With one hand, he opened a cabinet to grab a glass, then placed another one directly beside it on the marble counter. He moved over to the sink — while he would have rather gotten water from the refrigerator, that was too much work right now — and filled up one glass. Once it was filled to the brim, he handed it to Eren who eagerly accepted it and brought it to his lips.
Levi watched the boy with fascination while the boy gulped down sip after sip. He forgot to even fill his own glass up, watching had been so entertaining. Eren handed the glass to Levi who knew exactly what to do — turn back to the sink and refill it — only to hand it back to the boy to watch a second time while the boy downed the entire thing.
“Feel better?” Levi asked with a smirk.
Eren made a small burp and then closed his mouth to smile and nod his head. How had this precious little angel just — Levi swore, just a few minutes ago, Eren had been gripping onto the sheets, screaming and moaning, begging for his cock. And now he was this picture perfect little brat, acting as if he hadn’t just been the biggest cockslut? Levi didn’t even mean to put him down, it was just a fact.
Levi just raised both brows and began to fill the same cup with water again to bring to his own mouth to drink. He didn’t think normally he would have been okay sharing a cup with anyone, but didn’t see anything wrong with it at the moment.
After he killed his glass, he returned with Eren to the bedroom to set the boy on the bed once again. Eren made loud whines of protest, resisting being put down by holding on tight to the man’s neck.
“What’s wrong?”
“Don’t let go of me!”
“Tch. I have to piss,” Levi replied, frustrated at himself for sounding annoyed.
“Take me with you,” Eren pleaded. Levi didn’t know what the fuck to say to that. So he didn’t say anything. He just stood back up to his full height and walked towards the connected bathroom with omega in arms. He was still almost entirely dressed in his absolutely wrecked suit, but his cock was out so he didn’t have to fumble with pulling himself out of anything. Yet it was strange to have someone present with him in the bathroom.
Eren nestled his head into the crook of the man’s neck while he tried to focus on pissing with company at hand. After another painfully long couple seconds, he finally was able to relax. It was probably because he just came, not because he was embarrassed to piss in front of someone else. Yeah.
When he’d finished, Levi flushed the toilet and walked over towards the shower, figuring the kid would want to shower with him as well. He was reaching his arm out to grasp the hot water knob when Eren turned his head and gasped.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
“Turning on the shower,” Levi replied, not even sure where to begin to wonder why the brat was confused with this action.
“No!”
Levi dropped his hand and turned to look at the boy still clinging to him. “Why no?”
Eren turned bashful, and had trouble looking the man in the eye. “Uhm. I want you to smell like me. Please.”
Levi didn’t know what to say to that. It was just so fucking precious he could hardly comprehend how to even function after hearing that. He had absolutely no desire to shower by that point, and was wordlessly turning back into his bedroom.
He couldn’t find anything to complain about, this was just too perfect. Eren was too perfect. No more than ten minutes later, listening to the soft little sounds of the omega breathing in his sleep were intoxicating, and the man couldn’t even force himself to take a shower after the boy had fallen asleep. They were — by literally anyone’s standards — disgusting, covered in the epitome of bodily fluids, and yet, Levi wouldn’t want it any other way.
Levi hadn’t even bit Eren yet, but he was already prepared to devote his entire life to him. Willing to change literally everything that made sense to him, even. What the fuck had this brat done to him?