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This had not been the plan. Erwin stood in the entryway to the long-since abandoned lookout tower, covering his nose with a handkerchief. From the moment Mike had flagged him down with Levi riding alongside him on his horse, he’d been overwhelmed with the smell of an Omega in heat.
It was as confusing as it was concerning. Ever since he’d joined the Corps, years ago, it had been public knowledge that Levi religiously took his suppressants. The behavior was unusual, as most Omegas chose to take a week or so off every few months to let their cycle naturally run its course.
For Levi, though, it made sense. He’d never been fond of letting his guard down, even with his closest friends. If he’d rather live his life as if he were a Beta, nobody was going to tell him ‘no’.
Which was why they had all been so blindsided when he suddenly, with little to no warning, collapsed off of his horse mid-expedition. The scouts alongside him had been lucky enough to be near an old outpost, and Mike had been quick to pick him up and haul him there, but now?
Erwin didn’t know what to do with himself right now, much less with everybody else. There wasn’t an Omega on the planet that he wanted to be with more than Levi, and he could barely focus when he was right there, right behind that door.
He was trying not to get unduly jealous of Mike, feeling that stupid Alpha bravado tugging at the back of his mind. Mike was Levi’s friend, too, and beyond that, Levi was not technically Erwin’s Omega. Nobody had claimed him, Erwin included. He needed to be professional about this, instead of thinking with the head between his legs.
He chanced a sidelong glance at Levi’s squad. Not many of them had presented yet, but the few Alphas in the group were flushed scarlet, their noses buried in their sleeves. He huffed to himself, glad that he wasn’t the only one overwhelmed.
Mike’s calm demeanor was throwing him off—though it made some amount of sense that he wasn’t affected. Mike had his own Omega already, and he cared about her, so he would be less susceptible to that sweet, needy scent that permeated every corner of the room. Erwin wished that he could be half as cool and collected as he was right now.
A sharp, high moan carried through the shut-tight door to the old master bedroom, and Erwin shut his eyes tight, trying not to imagine what Levi could be doing to himself. He cleared his throat, feeling sweat begin to bead on his temple as Hange stepped back into the main room.
Levi’s scent wafted stronger through the entryway when they opened the door, cloying enough to bypass the shield of the handkerchief. The recruits shifted on their toes, awkwardly crossing and uncrossing their legs.
Erwin wished he were a teenager, too. At least then, he’d have an excuse for his own reactions.
“He’s not well,” Hange said, their voice grave, and Erwin’s full focus shifted to them in an instant. He dropped the kerchief.
“What do you mean, ‘he’s not well’?” He demanded, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He forced himself to calm down before he continued, “You said that he was in heat. That’s natural, Omegas have heats.”
“It…is,” they said slowly, shooting Mike a look that Erwin couldn’t interpret. “But Levi hasn’t had one in years, Erwin. He’s completely out of it. He’s burning up, he’s incoherent. I’ve never seen a fever so high during a regular cycle.”
“What does that mean, though? We know he needs to stay here. Do we need to leave more men behind? Will he need an escort home?”
Through the wall, Levi’s moaning turned to wrecked, hoarse gasps. He sounded close. Without thinking, Erwin followed the sound, moving wordlessly closer to the heavy oak door. Mike stopped him, putting his hand on his chest.
“Erwin, he’s ill,” he explained, once more glancing at Hange over his friend’s shoulder. “I’m not sure he even knows where he is. When we were riding…I’ve never seen him act like that before. He’s not himself.”
“Suppressing his cycle for so long is causing a more extreme heat,” Hange agreed, nodding. Erwin sidestepped Mike to look at them, adjusting the suddenly too-tight crotch of his riding pants. “It won’t end, Erwin. His fever will just get worse and worse, and at this rate, he won’t even remember to feed himself.”
“He’ll die,” Mike rasped, reaching out to grip Erwin’s shoulder. “I don’t—I can’t help him, I have Nanaba—not that he’d want me there, besides. And Hange can’t, obviously, they’re a Beta. So it has to be—”
“Slow down,” Erwin held his hand up, blinking hard. “What are you suggesting?”
“He needs an Alpha,” said Hange, anxiously looking toward where Levi was hidden from view. “I know he’s always been independent about things like this, but we can’t leave him here alone. Nothing else will help him.”
“He needs you,” Mike emphasized, shaking Erwin’s shoulder. “You’re the only one he’ll have, and we all know it.”
He leaned closer, glancing towards the gathered cadets from Levi’s squad as he lowered his voice.
“The whole way here, he was whining your name. It has to be you. He wants it.”
The mental image of Levi, crying out for his Commander in the throes of heat, was almost too much to handle. Erwin clenched his jaw, reaching over to pinch himself, just in case this was a wet dream.
He stayed awake. Shuddering, he slowly exhaled, trying to think ahead. He couldn’t just go rushing headlong into the bedroom, he needed to keep his composure—no matter what his biology was urging him to do.
“I can’t stay here,” Erwin reluctantly argued, eyeing the nearby troops. “Somebody has to lead the formation. With Levi out of commission, it would be irresponsible for me to—”
“I’ll be acting Commander while you’re gone,” Hange interjected, stepping into Erwin’s personal space. They jabbed their finger against his chest, narrowing their eyes. “You two are some of my best friends. If you let him die for the sake of punishing yourself, or for your ‘duty’, I will never forgive you. Understand?”
Erwin cringed, covering his nose against another wave of intense pheromones. Maybe they had a point. This wasn’t about him, not exactly. This was about keeping Levi healthy and safe, and if there was no other way to do that than for the Commander to remain behind, then those who funded expeditions would understand his indulgence.
Self-flagellation could be saved for a time when Levi’s life wasn’t on the line. Erwin took a deep breath in, letting instinct call to him. The urge to protect his Omega overtook him, and he threw all his remaining restraint into staying where he was, rather than bursting through the door and taking Levi in whatever position he was in.
“You’ll be all right, then?” He confirmed, glad when both Hange and Mike nodded their agreement. “Okay, then. I’ll… I’ll take care of him.”
“Finally. Maria, Rose and Sina, man,” Mike muttered, letting his shoulders sag with palpable relief.
Hange, meanwhile, broke out in an enthusiastic grin, shedding their worry like a second skin. They wrapped Erwin in a tight hug, and he gritted his teeth to avoid snapping at them. The only person he wanted any contact with right now was Levi, but they were a Beta, and they likely hadn’t noticed the beginning symptoms of a rut yet.
Mike had, though. Erwin avoided meeting his eye. He didn’t need to know how badly he’d been wanting this, how many nights he’d spent imagining having Levi all to himself. A flush crept up the back of his neck.
He felt wildly exposed at the moment, mirroring Levi’s want, made transparent by this sudden bout of sexual desire from the most reserved person he knew. Beneath his embarrassment, though, there was excitement, and that overshadowed any shame he might’ve felt.
“I knew you two would end up together some day,” Hange cheered, as congratulatory as could be, oblivious to the way Erwin was rocking back-and-forth on his heels. “I imagined it happening under less dramatic circumstances, but this is just as good. Kind of romantic, in its own way.”
“I’m just protecting him,” Erwin weakly defended himself, knowing it meant nothing when they could clearly see the wide, unhideable tent in his pants.
“Go ‘protect’ him with your knot, then,” they dismissed, waving him off. Mike made a disapproving noise, but Hange just laughed, shaking their head. They stepped away from Erwin, clapping their hands to get the recruits’ attention.
“Get your things together. We’re leaving in fifteen minutes, and we want to be back before it’s too dark to see,” they announced, hurriedly shooing Kirstein and Arlert off a set of nearby benches.
“Try to keep him quiet until then,” Mike said beneath his breath, the corners of his lips twitching with knowing amusement. “I know you’re about to be just as bad, but the little man will be embarrassed later if you let everybody hear him beg. I’ll see you next week.”
Before Erwin could recover from the pure mortification of his closest friend knowing he was going into rut, Mike walked away from him, too. Levi’s whimpering picked up speed again, and he groaned to himself, pinching his forehead with no small amount of frustration.
Neither of them seemed to grasp how completely monumental this situation was for Erwin. Ever since he’d first met Levi, he’d wanted to have him for himself, but he’d never been granted the opportunity.
Plus, he hadn’t been with an Omega since he was a teenager—what if he wasn’t even capable of giving Levi what he needed?
He shook his head hard, inhaling deeply through his nose. The shuffling of feet and clanking of supplies faded into the background, all of his senses zeroing in on his Omega. Sighing, he straightened up.
Levi needed an Alpha. He needed his Alpha. They could focus on the logistics of things later on, because for right now, Erwin’s only job was to help him through the waves of his heat. Levi—who was needily begging through the door, moaning absolute nonsense—was the only person on the planet that needed his attention.
Reaching for the door knob, Erwin used his other hand to loosen his bolo tie. He tried to swallow his nerves, wiping sweaty palms on his trousers. Levi wanted this, biology or not. Mike had said so. If they each felt the same way towards one another, then it would be difficult to disappoint him, no matter how animalistic or frantic they became.
He stepped inside.
Until now, Levi’s scent had never been outwardly apparent. Unless one was specifically focused on it, he both acted and smelled like a Beta. It was a side effect of having been on suppressants as long as he had. The moment that Erwin stepped through the threshold of the bedroom, though, he was nearly knocked backward.
His scent was like lavender, floral and inviting, antithetical to his usually sharp tongue. It beckoned Erwin forward, leading him towards the writhing body that hid beneath a set of ancient down bed covers. With his heart caught in his throat, Erwin slowly leaned down to grasp the blanket’s edge.
If he were going to back out—and he wasn’t, not with Levi’s life at stake—now would be the time. He steeled himself, double checking that he’d shut the door behind him, and then peeled the comforter back.
In all his late-night fantasies, Erwin had never envisioned Levi in such a state. His cheeks bore a high red flush, his lashes softly fluttering, his plump pink lips agape and wet. His shirt was still on, his gear belts and buttons only halfway undone, the thin white cotton made transparent with sweat.
One small hand had slipped down between his scarred thighs, pale around the knuckles as he desperately sought release. His cock twitched, pearling creamy white at the head.
His fingers were wet, and Erwin couldn’t tell how much was pre-come and how much was slick. Where his legs were parted, the sheets below were soaked through. He thrusted urgently into his own hand, loudly whining, his eyes rolled back in his head. If he continued as he was, he was going to rub himself raw—from a quick glance at his angry red cock, he was already halfway there.
Overcome with the urge to comfort his Omega, Erwin wrapped careful fingers around Levi’s wrist, gently guiding his hand away from himself. Immediately, Levi groaned in complaint, but Erwin shushed him.
He knelt briefly to remove his boots, knowing that a more aware version of Levi would never allow shoes on a mattress, and then sat down beside him. He didn’t yet bother with the rest of his clothes. It wouldn’t be fair to keep him waiting.
Rubbing soothing circles against his captured wrist, Erwin tried to keep his hindbrain at bay. He didn’t want to upset Levi when he should be coming to his aid. He cupped his overheated face in his palm, brushing his thumb over one pinkened cheekbone.
“Sh, sh. I’m here, you’re all right,” he murmured, surprised at how rough his own voice sounded. “I’ll take care of you, Levi. Calm down, I’ve got you now.”
Levi’s brow furrowed as he attempted to process Erwin’s words. His nostrils flared, and he blinked his eyes open, peering up at him with blown pupils. Licking his lips, still panting, his eyes flickered dazedly over his Commander’s face.
“Er—” He cut himself off, his hips jumping into the air between them. Whimpering, he squeezed his eyes shut and started over. “Erwin? Wh–why are you with me?”
“You’re sick, sweetheart.” Erwin brushed back his sweaty bangs, puffing up with pride that Levi had recognized him, even through the haze of his sickness. “You need an Alpha’s help. That’s what I’m here for, if you’ll let me.”
“An Alpha…you’re here for me? You want me?” His voice was breathy, as slow as if he were caught in a dream. He twisted to lay on his side, rutting against the stiff sheets. “I—ah, hah—I ain’t never had an Alpha before. Just—mmph—just me ‘n Furlan, back then.”
Erwin’s mind went blank. I ain’t never had an Alpha before.
He bit his cheek, digging his nails into his palm to stay composed. No wonder he’d been on suppressants so long. In the Underground, with no Alpha to assist him, his heats must have been excruciating. There was only so much that two Omegas could do for each other.
Well, Erwin was here now. He’d make this the best that it could be. He’d show him exactly how good it felt to let a real Alpha please him. The basest parts of Erwin ached to breed him, to make him come until he couldn’t anymore, and then keep him on his knot.
He shuddered, pushing away the images that his close-to-rut brain kept providing. For now, this was only about Levi. He could let himself go wild once they’d solved the issue of his endlessly climbing fever. Besides, when he did knot Levi, he’d like him to be feeling well enough that he could truly enjoy it.
With that end goal at the forefront of his mind, Erwin took hold of Levi’s left thigh. He pressed it back against his chest, admiring his flexibility, and then guided his Omega’s shaky hands around it. He let his palm caress along that expanse of well-toned muscle, stopping to grope Levi’s ass.
“You’re gorgeous,” said Erwin, fumbling to quickly tear his own clothes off. He cursed beneath his breath, his fingers catching clumsily over the web of complicated belts.
He hadn’t realized how uncomfortable he was until he’d finally gotten to touch Levi, but that one small bit of contact had lit a fire within him. His cock jerked when he yanked open the button on his pants.
“Nngh…thank you, Alpha,” Levi moaned, his gaze locked on Erwin’s hard cock, still trapped and straining against the fabric of his boxers. “Please, Alpha—mm—I’m y-yours.”
He spread his legs impossibly wider, gripping his thigh with one hand and the mattress with the other. Slick dripped from his hole like a waterfall, and he whined, biting his lip.
“Please…please fuck me. I need it, Alpha,” he pleaded, twitching like he wanted to touch himself again. “Fuck—shit, it hurts so bad. I n-need you.”
Watching him hold himself open, shivering with the force of his desire—it all made Erwin’s own discomfort feel far less important. If he was so desperate in the first few hours, he couldn’t imagine how Levi would be behaving at the end of the week.
He abandoned the task of removing his uniform. The layers seemed endless, and neither of them wanted to wait. Instead, he tugged his cock out over the waistband of his briefs, spitting into his palm to slick it up.
Extra lubrication wasn't entirely necessary, since Levi’s hole was soaked, but he wanted to be thorough. The ODM belts across his waist and chest were still pulled taut, but he could get to them later. In this moment, the pretty Omega laid out beneath him and begging for his knot took priority.
“I’m here, Levi, I’m here,” he promised, reminding himself to stretch Levi out before he took him. It took a lot more restraint than Erwin would’ve liked to not recklessly stuff him full, but he knew that with their size difference, that could cause him to tear. The last thing he wanted was to injure Levi worse.
Pumping his own cock in his calloused palm, he grasped Levi’s ass with his free hand to spread him apart. His entrance twitched under Erwin’s heavy gaze, oozing even more slick as he peered at it. Levi whimpered for him, his toes curling, and the pressure of Erwin’s own hand was not nearly enough to keep himself satiated with Levi just inches away.
“Relax for me,” he said, leaning down to nip at his earlobe.
He lined up two fingers, teasingly tracing them around that tight ring of muscle, then pressed both inside. For just a moment, Levi’s spine went tense, his breath held. Then, he groaned, loudly and wordlessly begging for more as he rolled his hips back.
Erwin stilled him with a hand on his hip, pressing him down onto the mattress as he began to move. He brushed the rough pads of his fingers against his prostate, pleased when the light pressure made his voice grow even louder. Levi let out shaky whimpers with every pump of his Alpha’s hand, the sound echoing off barren stone walls.
In the back of his mind, Erwin remembered Mike’s warning to keep him quiet. He knew that the right thing to do would be to cover Levi’s mouth, to muffle those sweet sounds spilling from his lips and protect their dignity. He should at least remind Levi of where they were, that there would still be members of his squad milling about in the foyer.
Knowing that everybody could hear him cry out, though, that they could easily eavesdrop and hear exactly which Alpha he wanted—it was making Erwin feel lightheaded. Every last Alpha Corpsman would hear his name on Levi’s lips. They’d know that he belonged to their Commander, that Levi had already taken his pick.
He’d never thought of himself as a possessive man before, but that was before he’d had such a gorgeous Omega. Levi was devolving back into filthy, meaningless mewling, so he wouldn’t have the capacity to be embarrassed anyways. Erwin lined up a third finger, firmly holding him still, intoxicated by his every move.
“A–Alpha,” Levi begged, the only clear word in a stream of lust-fueled nonsense. “Alpha, Alpha—ahh—Alpha…”
Curling his fingers, he pulled more needy sounds from his Omega’s lips. He rested his thumb against Levi’s tailbone, teasing his pinkie against that stretched pink hole. It quivered around him, attempting to draw him further in.
“Get louder for me,” Erwin ordered gruffly, purposefully shoving his fingers in to the knuckle. “Say my name, I want to hear it.”
“I—oh, Alpha,” Levi whined, leaning up to tuck himself tightly against Erwin’s chest. He wrapped shaking arms around his neck, clinging to his partner with urgent need. His hot, dripping cock rocked up against the planes of Erwin’s stomach.
“Erwin. Mm, please…please, A-Alpha.
“Again.” He pressed insistently against Levi’s sweet spot, watching goosebumps erupt across his sweat-drenched arms. “Louder.”
“Nngh! Oh—Erwin, Erwin—fuck, ah—y-you—” He cried out, arching his back, his heels slipping weakly against the drenched bedspread. “Ah…m-my Erwin, my Alpha—fuck, shit—”
My Erwin. Not just ‘Erwin’, not just ‘Alpha’, but his.
Leaning forward, Erwin pressed his nose against Levi’s swollen scent glands, breathing deep. He smelled like want, like an Omega who was ready to be claimed and fucked and bred. He groaned, pressing the flat of his tongue against his throat.
Swiftly, he withdrew his fingers, gently shushing when Levi began to whimper. He took hold of his hips, flipping him onto his stomach, and was satisfied when Levi instinctively bowed into a presentation pose. He looked back over his shoulder, his eyes glazed over with lust.
“You’re so perfect,” Erwin growled, gripping himself at the base. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, Levi.”
Shuddering, Levi gave an enticing shake of his hips. His hands went white-knuckled over the old, long-unused sheets. The second that Erwin lined his cock up, he pressed back against it, his eyes wet with desperation. His thighs were glistening with slick and sweat, his bangs sticking to his forehead.
“Be patient,” Erwin said, gritting his teeth as he guided himself into Levi’s wet heat. “I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
When he pressed his hips forward, slowly easing every stiff inch inside of him, Levi’s eyes rolled back in his head. The sound that escaped him was choked off, high and broken. Erwin touched his jaw, tilting his face so he could claim his lips at the same time.
He pressed himself flush against Levi’s back, experimentally thrusting. His moans were swallowed inside Erwin’s mouth, and his nails came up to dig into his lover’s arm, urging him onward. Their lips slid sloppily together, uncoordinated, nearly feral.
As Erwin pressed him flat against the bed, nipping gently at his bottom lip, Levi keened. When he tossed his head back, shaking, a string of drool kept their mouths connected. The fact that he didn’t wipe his face only served to prove how overstimulated he was.
“P-please…more,” he begged, pressing his face into a limp pillow. “Use me—fuck, fill me up, p-please.”
As soon as the request had left Levi’s lips, Erwin’s last string of restraint snapped. Snarling, he wrapped Levi’s small waist in a bruising grip, slamming deeply inside of him. They groaned in unison, and Levi rolled his head to the side, baring his throat for his chosen Alpha. He writhed with the force of his pleasure, making an attempt to grind against the bedspread.
Gripping the nape of his neck, Erwin scruffed him like an untrained dog, holding him still as he pounded inside of him. He was tunnel-visioned, every sense overcome with this sweet, submissive Omega.
Fill me up. Levi’s breathy request rang in his ears, crying out to the basest parts of his biology. If his mate wanted to be claimed, wanted to be pumped full of his seed, wanted to be stuffed with his pups—well, then who was Erwin to deny him? He wanted that, too.
“You’re mine,” he growled, releasing his hip to possessively grope Levi’s chest. “You belong to me. Only me.”
When Erwin rolled one dusky pink nipple between his fingers, Levi yelped, clenching like a vice around his cock. Grunting, Erwin did it again, speeding up to hear more of his gasping little noises. His belts clinked in time with his thrusts, reminding him of the stark imbalance in their states of dress.
“Then t-take me,” Levi breathed, wet lashes fluttering. “Please.”
Erwin groaned, continuing to play with his nipples. He could already feel his knot beginning to swell, and he was surprised how quickly it had come about. Normally, he had more stamina. Everything felt more urgent than usual, his body and mind solely focused on his Omega’s tight little hole, controlled by the urge to breed.
Even with the slapping of skin against skin echoing off the walls, he could hardly believe he’d been allowed the privilege of seeing him this way. He was totally undone, bare before his mate, shaking with pleasure that couldn’t possibly douse the fire inside him. Too much, not enough. It made Erwin feel crazy.
Maybe another Alpha wouldn’t be capable of curing Levi’s ailment, but damn it, he was man enough. He was the only one Levi would have, and there had to be a reason for that. Only he was worthy.
“Levi—Levi, can I—?” Grunting, he sped up, gripping his nape like a lifeline.
It occurred to Erwin that, should someone walk in, they wouldn’t be able to see Levi from the doorway. His entire body was covered by his Alpha, not an inch of him visible but his curled toes, his ankles hooked encouragingly around his lover’s thighs.
His knot caught against Levi’s rim, and they both moaned. Shaking, Levi raked his nails across his lover’s arm. Deep red scratches littered the space around Erwin’s wrist, crescent moon marks marring his clean, rough skin.
“Knot me,” Levi whined, canting his hips back to meet Erwin’s. “I want—claim me. I need it, p-please.”
Erwin couldn’t muster up a verbal response. He wrapped his hand around Levi’s shoulder, pulling him back to rest against his chest, and put his other arm around his waist. As soon as he had the space to do it, Levi arched backward to bare his throat.
Small, hot fingers wound themselves into Erwin’s neatly-combed hair, messing it up. He tugged him down, purposefully pressing his pulse point against his lover’s lips. When Erwin felt his pounding heartbeat, a fluttering bird beneath his skin, he couldn’t hold himself back.
He gripped Levi’s waist, pistoning in and out for just a few moments longer before he pressed his knot inside. Instantly, Levi locked up, rolling his eyes back in his head. His hole twitched around Erwin’s girth, coaxing him as far inside of his body as he could go.
“Mmph—gah—” Levi was completely beyond himself, shaking like a leaf in Erwin’s grasp. “‘Win…”
Hearing his name in that voice, completely wrecked and hoarse from moaning, was exactly what Erwin needed to push him over the edge. Gasping, he buried himself to the hilt, spurting hot cum inside his Omega’s hole.
A vision of Levi, so full of Erwin that it leaked like slick from around his knot, wracked his brain alongside his orgasm. He groaned, muffled against the column of his lover’s throat. He wondered if Levi was envisioning the same thing.
As soon as he’d caught his breath, he sank his teeth into the junction of Levi’s throat and shoulder, enjoying the high and overstimulated whimper it drew out of him. He licked over his fresh mating bite as he shallowly pumped into him, adoringly trailing his palms up his sides.
Instantly, he could sense the change in both their scents. Behind Levi’s flowery, soft scent, there was now a distinct hint of heady pine—a piece of Erwin, forever mingling with him. People would scent him and know without ever asking to leave him alone, because he was Erwin’s Omega.
Erwin nosed at the swollen scent glands below his bite, drunk off his mere presence. If Levi had smelled good before, this was even better. He could feel himself puffing up with pride, his inner Alpha celebrating. There was no better Omega, not one within the walls.
Erwin was the only person to be deemed worthy of him, the only person who had managed to earn the great Captain Levi’s affections. He was the only person strong enough to give him what he truly needed. Through the haze of his rut, he smiled, pressing his lips to the shell of Levi’s ear.
There was no greater honor than this. He’d have to use this time together to show Levi his gratitude, because there was no way he’d understand how much this meant to Erwin until the fog in his head had cleared.
An explanation would do nothing to prove his love and loyalty—he’d need a demonstration, which Erwin was more than happy to provide.
Levi’s hand came up to touch his mark, and Erwin pulled back, letting him trace his fingers over the indentation of his Alpha’s teeth. He admired the quickly-purpling bruise, a stark contrast between the smattering of dark color and Levi’s porcelain skin.
Clearly, Levi enjoyed it, too. He sighed, breathily murmuring incomprehensible words of appreciation. He craned his neck to look Erwin in the face, his eyes half-lidded and wet. Levi nudged up against him like a cat seeking affection, weakly mewling, and ground his hips back.
Slick dripped from the spot where they were connected, reminding Erwin that Levi hadn’t come. Before he could begin to feel guilty about neglecting his Omega’s needs, Levi was already rocking his hips, urgently pushing Erwin’s fat knot against his prostate.
Breathy whimpers were punched out of his chest with each little motion, his lip caught tightly between his teeth. He cupped his surely aching mating bite like a reminder, blinking heavily. His other hand trailed down his stomach, wrapping white-knuckled around his weeping cock.
Growling, Erwin knocked his hand away and took over. He braced his heels against the mattress, adjusting their bodies so he was leaning back against the headboard. Then, he thrust roughly into him, pushing in at such an angle that Levi would feel impossibly, overwhelmingly full.
He gripped his hip in one hand, his cock in the other, and fucked Levi in time with the motion of his fingers. Shuddering, Levi slumped down in his arms, a dead weight against Erwin’s chest. His tongue lolled out of his slack-jawed mouth, his hands opening and closing in his lap.
“Come for me,” Erwin crooned in his ear, thumbing at the head of his cock. “I’ve—damn, you’re so pretty like this. Let go, love, let me see you come on my knot. My beautiful, beautiful boy.”
The praise clearly got to him, and it didn’t take much longer before Levi did as he’d been asked. He came with a rasping shout, trembling hard, and coated Erwin’s fist and the sheets below in sticky white. Heaving for breath, he pressed his face into his lover’s neck, still trembling.
Filled with affection, Erwin petted circles along Levi’s spine. If he weren’t in heat, he imagined that Levi would’ve kicked him out as soon as possible, fussing over the mess and insisting that they shower right now. As it was, though, they had plenty of time to bask in the afterglow.
Still, he resolved to grab some rags and clean up once his knot had gone down. Beneath the heat, Levi was still himself. It was Erwin’s job for the next week to care for him on every level, and that included respecting his urge towards proper hygiene.
Although, honestly, there wasn’t much point. Anything he cleaned would be messy again in seconds. Maybe he’d just wait for a lull in the chaos and hose them both down.
Sighing, Erwin glanced down at him, absently stroking his Omega’s thigh. There was something undeniably fulfilling about being with him this way. He’d been worried that rutting with Levi would make him a monster, an unstoppable force of instinct that would end up hurting him.
It surprised even Erwin that he was so focused on the domestics of their arrangement—Levi’s pleasure, Levi’s needs, keeping him happy and well. It made sense, because their dynamic had always been about caring for one another, but he hadn’t known his biology would bend to that will.
He was glad that it did. He hoped that Levi would let him continue to dote on him like this once he was out of the woods. Having a person who needed him—no one else, because only Erwin would do—it made him feel more human, somehow, despite the nature of their situation.
He still wanted to fuck him stupid, though. No amount of love was ever going to cut the drive to knot out of his system. Luckily, Levi wasn’t complaining.
“Erwin?” Levi slurred, twitching with exhaustion where he laid. Erwin pushed his fringe out of his eyes, tucking a few sweat-slick strands of soft black hair behind his ear. He couldn’t keep his gaze away from Levi’s mark, feeling warmth bloom in his chest at just the sight of it.
“Yes?” He asked, his voice gruff and low. Feeling a sudden rush of panic, he continued, “I didn’t hurt you, did I? You’re all right?”
“I’m fine,” Levi chuckled, cracking his heavy eyes open to look up at him. “I was going to say thank you. I—I know what they say in Mitras, ‘bout me. I just—‘cause I’m not…not soft, or a homemaker, you know? And—”
“Levi, stop that,” interrupted Erwin, cupping his cheek. “I care about you, deeply. I wanted to do this more than you’ll ever know.”
“...Oh.” Levi still seemed out of it, feverish and mush-mouthed, but the lustless flush that climbed to his cheeks told Erwin he’d understood. “Yeah, I—thank you.”
He cleared his throat, leaned forward to tuck himself beneath one threadbare sheet, and squeezed his eyes shut. His movements were sluggish and uncoordinated, completely unlike his usual gracefulness, but it only made him all the more charming.
Erwin grinned to himself, rolling onto his side to spoon him. He was careful not to crush Levi beneath his weight. He thought that he should try to plan ahead, but that idea was quickly disregarded. Softly, Levi began to snore.
Perhaps planning wasn’t necessary, this time around. This might be the first time in a long time that Erwin could play things by ear, and, really—why would he ever squander the opportunity to relax with an Omega in heat? That would benefit neither party. Just this once, it would be good of him to let loose.
Once they both had more energy, though. For the moment, he wanted to take what small stretches of rest he was afforded and enjoy Levi’s company. It was nice to have that be his only duty, and to, for once, enjoy the work he’d been assigned.
—
As it turned out, Hange’s warnings about Levi’s illness had not been unsubstantiated. The moment that Erwin left the room to scavenge for rations, slipping out while his lover slept, the halls were filled with pained whining. Standing in the kitchen, only a few rooms away from him, Erwin had needed to grip the counter to hold himself back.
Neither of them had had more than a sip of water since the previous evening, but Levi’s thirst and hunger didn’t even seem to register. All he’d been able to think about since his heat began was sex, and this was no exception.
Erwin felt his calls like a tugging behind his ribs, urged by instinct to rush back to his side. It was only more intense now—they weren’t just any Alpha and Omega anymore. They were mates, and Erwin could feel his emotions like they were his own. It was excruciating.
If Hange hadn’t told him explicitly that they still needed to eat, then Erwin would be back at Levi’s bedside in an instant. He clenched his jaw, trying his best to ignore him.
Levi hadn’t gotten the chance to nest yet, he reasoned. It would do him well to have a few minutes to himself—Omegas liked to preen for their Alphas’ attention, and while Levi had certainly never been the typical Omega, this was a situation yet unprecedented.
Maybe he wanted to flaunt for his mate, too, and it would be cruel of Erwin to steal the opportunity from him. He took a deep breath, trying to convince himself that this was necessary. It was difficult to remember why he’d left in the first place with that sweet voice ringing in his ears.
But he did remember, and it would be detrimental to Levi’s health if he answered him before locating a meal and water. Both their throats were bone dry from their previous escapades, and Levi was still sick. His fever hadn’t broken yet, and he’d only grown less aware with time.
He was relying on Erwin for more than just his knot. Like Mike and Hange had said: if Erwin weren’t here to take care of him, he’d die. This was for his own good, no matter how hard it was to be separated when they’d only just mated.
To distract himself from the needy, high cries of Alpha spilling out of the bedroom, Erwin knelt to rummage through the ransacked cabinets. Hange had left behind some of the troops’ extra rations, which he appreciated, but it wouldn’t be enough for a rutting Alpha.
Levi may not have been focused on his stomach at the moment, but Erwin felt ready to eat everything in sight. His appetite always skyrocketed when he was in rut, an issue which could usually be solved by requesting an extra bowl of soup, then holing up in his office.
That wasn’t an option in the middle of nowhere, though. He’d have to plan their meals more carefully while they were here—enough for two grown men, plus sweets for Levi if he could find them.
All the Omegas he had been with in the past had developed a sweet tooth during their heats, and Erwin imagined that Levi was the same. Getting him a dessert was the bare minimum. He wouldn’t let him down if he could help it.
After a few long minutes, Levi’s whimpering quieted, and Erwin was much more capable of focusing on the task at hand. He sorted food into per-day stacks, snacking on a stale tin of cashews as he went. It would be chore to convince Levi to eat anything, so all the tastier foods were going into the Omega’s pile.
Finally, satisfied with his system, Erwin grabbed a canteen—which he recognized as Hange’s, so they must have left that behind, too—as well as a container of preserved apples and some jerky. He headed back towards the room, trying to steady himself so that he wouldn’t get roped into fucking before they ate.
Once he’d shouldered through the doorway, though, it was difficult not to let his mind go blank. Levi had gathered together all of their clothes, including the spare set from Erwin’s bags, and was carefully arranging them in a neat little circle on the bed.
He’d propped the pillows along the edges of his nest, tucked the sharp buckles of Erwin’s belts beneath their cloaks, and was currently rolling in their combined scents. His nose was pressed to the collar of Erwin’s worn uniform shirt, his hands wrapped tight in its fabric. His hips thrusted weakly against the rough sheets below.
Shutting his eyes tight, Erwin tried his best not to look at the puddle of fresh slick beneath his Omega. His brain provided the image of Levi, urgently nesting while he’d been outside the room, desperate for his Alpha’s approval.
He’d never been so genuinely charmed by a nest before. It had always seemed like an odd habit, a precursor to sex that he could easily do without. It was different when it was Levi doing it, though.
When it was him, building something just for the two of them, Erwin felt only pure adoration. From Levi, this was beyond sweet.
Plus, he knew that he needed it. It was biological, beyond an act of desire, driven by the same force that had caused his fever. Levi was running fully off of his instincts right now, and his inner Omega would want to feel safe during his breeding season.
Erwin bit his cheek. He had to stop thinking of breeding—at least for right now. If his thoughts kept leaping straight to getting Levi pregnant, he’d never get anything else done. It was the most appealing task on his to-do list.
By this point, Levi had noticed him, and he whined for his attention. When Erwin once more opened his eyes, he had rolled onto his back. He looked at him beneath tear-starred lashes, enticingly spreading his legs. His hole was still raw from their last round, glistening in the low light that filtered through the bedroom’s single window.
To deny him was like a punch to the gut.
Erwin crossed the room, looking anywhere but at the hopeful glint in Levi’s eye. He took hold of his hands, carefully propping him upright on the lip of his carefully-constructed nest. Groaning, Levi glared up at him, but the look had a lot less bite when he still smelled of nothing but slick and his Commander.
Sighing, Erwin eased himself onto the bed beside him. He set down their food, cupping Levi’s waist. He stroked the pad of his thumb along his naked hip, leaning down to press an all-too-gentle kiss to his forehead.
“We have to eat first, baby,” he reprimanded, holding Levi back when he moved to crawl into his lap.
“I don’t—no,” Levi argued, firmly shaking his head. Beads of sweat rolled down his temples. “Just—just fuck me.”
“Sh, sh,” soothed Erwin, shifting up the bed to sit beside him. “You’re still sick. I need you to—”
“No,” he repeated, and his voice broke, his eyes wet with a sudden rush of tears. “It f-fucking hurts. I don’t want food, I need you.”
Levi hadn’t spoken so clearly in hours. In fact, Erwin had hardly heard a word that wasn’t ‘Alpha’ leave his mouth since he’d taken his mating bite.
Frowning, he finally allowed Levi to scramble into his arms, tucking his head beneath his Alpha’s chin. He stroked a hand down his back, contemplating what he should. Levi lazily rubbed himself against his thigh.
He’d been hoping that the sight of fruit, even old and preserved, would remind Levi that he was hungry. Apples were his favorites, he remembered being told that, but he’d hardly spared them a glance. Clearly, that original plan wasn’t going to work.
No matter how badly he needed it, Erwin didn’t feel comfortable force-feeding Levi. After his time in the Underground, he had developed more than enough issues surrounding food. With how much he trusted him, Erwin couldn’t bring himself to add to that.
He really did need it, though, and his heat was still getting worse. It had been hours since he’d had anything on his stomach, and that was presuming that he’d eaten anything before he fell off his horse. It was dangerous for him to be ignoring his health like this, especially when he was sweating so much.
Rolling his hips with more urgency now, Levi ground himself against a patch of rough scar tissue on Erwin’s thigh. He whimpered, tilting his face up to kitten-lick over his lover’s fresh stubble.
For all the time he’d spent acting like he couldn’t be submissive, Levi could play a terribly convincing bitch in heat. It was not making it easier to think. He was obviously not going to be logical about this, so Erwin doubted he could talk him into eating.
It wasn’t fair to blame him for that, either, because he was clearly in pain. The littlest bit of contact with his Alpha soothed him, bringing him back down to earth. It felt wrong to force him away now—he clearly needed Erwin’s assistance.
But perhaps they could still reach a compromise.
As he looked around at Levi’s nest, each piece so deliberately placed as to impress his mate, an idea popped into his head. He pressed a line of kisses along Levi’s jaw, gently guiding him backward so that he could reach for the apples. When he ground down against him once more, Erwin thrusted up to meet him.
Instantly, Levi mewled for more, which Erwin took as an encouraging sign. He grabbed the backs of his thighs, pulling him to sit more comfortably against his chest, then held a slice of apple to his lips. For a moment, Levi just blinked at it, seeming unsure of Erwin’s goal.
Then, tentatively, he leaned forward to take it. His small pink tongue darted out as he ate from Erwin’s hand, licking over the pads of his finger. Erwin’s breath caught.
It shouldn’t have felt so new and different—they’d eaten together before, and beyond that, Erwin had been inside of him. So feeding him should have been no big deal, a little detour they needed to take before the main event. It should have been as routine as any other lunch, as familiar as a fully-clothed Levi drinking tea in his office.
It certainly didn’t feel that way, though. He grabbed another bite, intrigued, and positioned his cock between Levi’s ass. As he teased his cock head against Levi’s rim, he offered another apple slice.
Already, his lover’s eyes were glassy with need, and he whimpered with every shallow roll of his hips. He shot him a pleading look, wrapping his arms around Erwin’s neck with a furrowed brow. Persistent and curious, Erwin firmly held him back until he took the food.
Once more, his lips wrapped around the offering. Even as he obeyed, he gave a loud and frustrated whine.
It was clear that he’d do anything to get a knot inside him, so long as they didn’t have to be apart. That worked for Erwin—he was enjoying himself far more this way. Levi was gorgeous when he got desperate.
Erwin sucked in a sharp breath when, on the third bite, sharp little teeth grazed against his knuckles. The sensation sent a rush of blood to his cock, and he could tell that Levi felt the same way. He ducked forward, taking his Alpha’s fingers into his mouth before he could grab more food.
As his tongue swirled around the thick digits, Erwin got a vision of those plump lips, stretched instead to accommodate his cock. He clenched his jaw, shaking his head to rid himself of the thought. That could be for later—they were already in the middle of something now.
Tilting Levi’s body back to watch his face, Erwin pressed just the tip of his cock inside. He relished the gasping moan that it forced out of him.
“Ah—fuck, more, please—” Levi cut himself off with a deep, needy whimper, trying his best to sink down further. Erwin held him up by his hips, not allowing him an ounce of control. Leaning forward, he pressed a searing kiss against his open mouth.
“Be good,” he ordered, roughly squeezing his ass. “Let me see what a good boy you can be. One more bite.”
He knew that Levi would bow to no other man’s whims, but he’d do it for Erwin. It made him lightheaded, dizzy with the power his Omega had bestowed upon him.
On the verge of tears, pitifully grinding down on his mate’s hard cock, Levi obediently opened his mouth. He nipped at Erwin’s index finger as he pulled away, a mischievous glint behind the need in his eyes. It was clear that he was at his wit’s end, completely out of patience.
As soon as he’d finished chewing, Erwin abandoned the apples. He flipped him onto his back and shoved inside, producing a guttural sound from deep in Levi’s chest.
Feeling beyond possessive after that little display, Erwin grasped both his ankles and bent him in half, drilling into him at a punishing pace. Maybe he had been less in control of his own desires than he’d thought, but that was a problem for the future. Right now, he was just as needy as Levi.
“Desperate little thing,” he growled, trailing his palm down the lines of Levi’s stomach. When he pressed down, he could feel the bulge of his cock through his skin. The feeling made Levi writhe, arching his back to chase his touch.
Within the walls, Levi had always gone against Omegan stereotypes—he was the strongest, the best soldier the Corps had ever had. Levi had no need for an Alpha to own him, and he didn’t like to be bossed around. Discussions often turned to his ‘bad attitude’ at balls and galas, snide comments and sneering gestures from those who’d rather he weren’t so hotheaded.
Now, he was completely open and vulnerable, easily held beneath a man who he’d begged to claim him. He gasped, his fingers flexing limply against the nest’s edge. His eyes drifted closed, his head lolling back against a wall of their crumpled uniforms.
It spoke volumes about how much he trusted Erwin. He wanted to belong to him, wanted to please Erwin and be pleased in turn. Thinking about it made Erwin’s head spin—nobody else would ever get to feed Levi from their hand, to hold him in their arms and feel that strong body become gentle beneath their fingers.
Whimpering, Levi rocked his hips, and Erwin realized that he’d stilled his hips. His admiration had distracted him from the task at hand—fulfilling Levi’s needs. Shaking his head, Erwin wrapped strong hands around that slim waist, bracing his heels against the mattress.
It occurred to him that, should he try, his hands could overlap with Levi held between them. Grunting, he picked up the pace, roughly stretching that tight, pink little hole. Every miniscule movement made Levi get louder, announcing to any creature within miles of their little hideaway exactly what was being done to him.
“Put your hand where mine was,” Erwin ordered, the bed creaking beneath them. “I want you to—fuck—”
Clearly, hearing how overwhelmed Erwin was did something for Levi. He gasped, limply reaching out to do as he’d asked, running heat-red fingers over the hard planes of his torso. He trembled as he was used like a living, willing sex doll, something that existed just for his Alpha’s pleasure.
The moment he felt Erwin’s cock from the outside, he threw his head back, tensing head-to-toe as ropes of thick cum flew out over both of their skin. The noise he made was something between a groan and a sob, wrecked and rough.
Making him orgasm so quickly had not been Erwin’s main goal, but he was proud that he’d managed it. He squeezed his hip, not slowing down, pounding into Levi’s hole even as it clamped impossibly tighter around him. Levi shuddered, whining with overstimulation, but did not argue or complain.
Watching him fall apart spurred Erwin onward, wondering how many times he could make Levi come before he popped his knot. Pushing his legs behind his head, he relished the hitch in his partner’s breath. He reached between their bodies to stroke his cock, tracing his index finger down a thick and throbbing vein along his shaft.
“Please,” Levi whined, scrabbling against the bed. It wasn’t clear whether he was asking for more or for less, but Erwin knew that he didn’t want him to stop. Threading their fingers together over Levi’s belly, he helped him keep pushing down, deeply enjoying the extra pressure.
“You sound so pretty when you beg,” Erwin earnestly told him, drawing deep breaths in through his nose, an effort not to finish prematurely.
“P-please,” he repeated, and Erwin couldn’t tell if he’d heard his voice at all. “Need…”
“I’ll fill you up, Levi, don’t worry. I’m right here,” he promised, ducking to playfully nip at his bottom lip. “Ah—you’re so tight. I can’t wait to fuck you full of my pups, give you what you deserve. Such a good little Omega for me.”
At the mere suggestion, Levi’s cock jumped against Erwin’s palm. He jerked him faster, speeding up his hips to match pace. For a moment, he went silent, sucking a deep purple mark into the base of Levi’s jaw. He nipped the abused skin, licking his soft, salt-wet skin as he slowly moved downward. He grazed sharp teeth against his mating bite.
“Do you like that?” Erwin teased, kissing the sensitive mark to watch him twitch. “You want me to pump you full? You want—ah—you want to be nice and round with it, so full of my cum that you can hardly think? Mmph—you’re so good. Is that what you need, Levi? Hm?”
Letting out a sound like a sharp sob, he pressed his hips weakly into Erwin’s iron grip. His breathing went erratic, hoarse and close together. He nodded, cracking open wet eyes to stare at him.
The slate gray color of his irises was eclipsed by blown-out pupils, two black moons in a sky of flushed red skin. He looked ruined. Erwin felt a twinge of pride.
“More,” Levi mewled, like that was all he remembered how to say. “More, more.”
Swearing, Erwin felt his cock jerk. He gritted his teeth, fucking him with sudden urgency. His knot began to swell, and he could tell Levi felt it. Sniffling, he did his best to push it inside his hole, but his efforts were fruitless while he was held upside-down.
“One more time,” he demanded, and Levi was boneless beneath him, still trying to beg through breathless, aching moans. “You’re going to come on my cock again. Show me, come on.”
“I—I can’t,” Levi whimpered, shifting in place, making every attempt to suck Erwin the rest of the way in. “N-need your knot.”
“Come, and then you’ll get it.” Merciless, he kept up his unforgiving thrusts, still squeezing Levi’s smaller cock in his palm. “Be a good boy, love.”
“Please—”
“No, Levi.”
“B–but—”
“Come for me first,” Erwin insisted, not keen on letting Levi make demands at the moment. “You want to behave, don’t you? You want to be my good, sweet boy? I know you do, baby, that’s all you want, my pretty little slut.”
Apparently, his urge to obey outweighed his innate mating instincts. He jerked forward, yelping, and then shook like a leaf through his second orgasm. His hands flailed against himself like he was unsure where to put them, his skin an expanse of patchy scarlet. As soon as he’d finished, he collapsed backward, a warm weight, easily pinned below his Alpha.
“Please,” he whispered, weakly butting his head against Erwin’s forearm. “More.”
“Greedy boy,” said Erwin, but he didn’t feel like he could string this out any longer, either. Not when he was buried to the base, feeling every moment of his release, how he tensed and twitched from the pure intensity of it all.
He gripped Levi’s thin hand, once more biting down over his mating mark. Simultaneously, he shoved his knot past that wet and quivering rim. Levi’s relief was practically palpable, and he let out a high, rough yell, digging his nails into Erwin’s back to pull him even closer.
It was like he couldn’t stand for any part of them to be separated, no matter how small. He wanted all of Erwin touching him, every inch of skin he could reach.
Almost shyly, he turned his head to lick at the hand his cock had just been wrapped in, easily taking two fingers to the back of his throat. He sucked him down to the knuckle like candy, peering up at him through half-lidded, heavy eyes.
As he chased his own pleasure, roughly using Levi’s hole, he could feel soft puffs of hot breath against the column of his throat. He curled the fingers of his right hand, brushing gently against the roof of Levi’s mouth. Levi just sighed, apparently content to let his mate do whatever he wanted.
“You’re perfect,” said Erwin, muffled slightly against his throat. He sucked another mark into his neck. “By the time we leave for home, you’ll be so full of me, honey. You’ll leak when you walk. Everyone will smell it on you, they’ll know that I’m the one who put a pup in you.”
Still speechless, Levi only moaned in response. His lashes fluttered, a shiver racing up his spine. The look he shot Erwin communicated everything he hadn’t said: do it.
Panting, Erwin pinned his legs as wide as they would go, fucking him like it was what he’d been born to do. Even with how tired and sore he must have been, it didn’t take long for Levi to be whining. He reached for his red, leaking cock, gingerly stroking it.
His hips jerked aimlessly as he touched himself, a wet sound choking out of his throat. Every new feeling made him crave for more, but by this point, he was hardly able to keep himself upright. The contradiction did nothing to deter Levi, and he continued to roll his hips, despite the overwhelming amounts of pleasure he’d already endured.
He twitched, squirming under his Alpha’s touch. He bit his lip, letting himself be bent and stretched however Erwin wanted him, taking what he was given. Erwin felt his wetness flooding the space between them. Levi’s cock drooled onto his abdomen.
Letting out a high, broken whimper, Levi finally came for the final time. He clawed so roughly at the nest that Erwin worried, distantly, about him putting rips in their uniforms. His mouth remained open, and he heaved for breath under Erwin’s weight, weakly shivering.
Erwin stretched his body out over top of him, shielding him from any trespasser’s view. He groaned deeply, falling out of rhythm with himself as he released inside of him. It felt just as good as it had the first time—Erwin didn’t know how he’d ever get used to Levi.
When he’d caught his breath, he checked in on Levi, carefully loosening his hold on him. He was relieved to find that he was much calmer than before, his sickness waning for a brief stretch of time. That was good. He’d need whatever short snatches of ‘calm’ that they could find. Levi sank satedly down on his Alpha’s torso, sighing deeply, and let Erwin’s fingers slip out from between his lips. A thin line of drool dripped down his chin, but he looked too exhausted to notice or correct the issue.
Fondly smiling, Erwin swiped the mess away with the pad of his thumb. He leaned back against the lip of the nest, carefully disentangling their limbs so that his partner could comfortably rest. He pressed a soft kiss, full of deep-seated affection, against his temple.
“Messy boy,” he murmured, adjusting Levi so they wouldn’t pull away from one another in their sleep.
Before they could get any rest, though, the nagging impulse to attend to Levi’s health once more reared its head. Grumbling, Erwin sat up, glancing around the bed until his heavy eyes landed on the abandoned container of apples. He stared at it for a long moment before huffing with laughter, waking Levi back up, too.
Still too ill to think straight, he squirmed in his Alpha’s lap, tugging on his knot. Hissing, Erwin caught his waist, holding him still so that they wouldn’t get distracted again. It was so hard to focus when they were together, when he knew he had free reign to do whatever he wished to his lover.
Food was also important, though. Probably.
He gently stroked his thumb along Levi’s cheekbone, leaning around him to grab the fruit. When he held a bite up this time, it took only a moment before Levi had processed his need and gently taken it. He huffed, rolling his eyes, but was aware enough to do what was necessary.
He still nipped at his Alpha’s fingers as they retreated, and he outright refused to feed himself, but it was progress from their first try. Erwin made a mental note as the last of the apple slices disappeared: sex would need to be his first priority, because they weren’t getting anything done until Levi’s heat was dealt with.
He tucked Levi’s hair behind his ear, looking appreciately at the mess of dried cum that coated his stomach, chest and thighs. Putting sex first certainly didn’t bother him, though he could already hear Hange scolding him for getting so off track.
That could be an issue for later, though, once they were home. Out here, he wasn’t truly in charge. Levi called the shots, even if Erwin was the Alpha.
As soon as he’d stopped feeding him, Levi had promptly dropped unconscious against his shoulder. Erwin snorted, curling protectively around him, and settled in to watch him dream. He was still a bit too wound up to rest, himself, but it was his Omega’s satisfaction that mattered.
And, obviously, he wouldn’t have to wait too long to put that restless energy to use. In only an hour or so, Levi would be totally awake again, regardless of how tired he was right now. Erwin should try to drink his fill of a happily fucked-out Levi while he had him, before he’d need to be bent over and stuffed all over again.
Not that he minded the bending or stuffing, of course. There were few better challenges to take on than this random, deeply dangerous heat. If Levi’s life weren’t in danger, Erwin would be absolutely grateful that it had happened.
Honestly, he still was. It may have been deadly, but he was here to help him through it, and they may never have mated without it. He’d make an effort to keep that to himself, though. Once Levi was back in his right mind, he would probably be too flustered to listen to a positive review.
Erwin spent the following hour peering down at his lover, his inner Alpha rolling with joy at seeing his Omega so content. He sat and admired him until he stirred back to life, jerking awake with a soft moan.
He rolled over, needily grinding against him. Levi’s eyes were hardly open before he was spreading his legs, fluttering his lashes with his hands gripping the sheets.
Without an ounce of hesitation, Erwin gave him what he wanted.
—
They fell into a strangely domestic routine over the next few days. Since Levi’s heat only grew more overwhelming by the hour, Erwin had little to no time to handle anything else. He had to consciously remind himself that they both needed to eat, drink and sleep, all tasks that felt impossible mid-rut with a soft, fertile Omega at his beck and call.
He was lucky to still be lucid throughout his rut, harboring just enough willpower to get up and retrieve essentials any time Levi was asleep. It was a fine enough system, and he’d grown used to the quirks of his mate’s heat fairly quickly. He felt confident that he could keep them on track, and that he’d have them both home safe by the weekend.
On their fifth day in the tower, though, Levi was in too much pain to sit up or look at him. All that they’d done over the past several hours had worn him out, but his body was still attempting to make up for all his missed heats. Nothing was enough to soothe him anymore.
Erwin, out of concern for health, was struggling to be apart from him for more than a few minutes. Even just getting Levi to take a sip of water had been like fighting a cat, and besides, it made him feel guilty. To be fucked senseless was all he needed, as far as Levi was concerned, and everything else was worthless filler.
Distantly, Erwin wished he could ask for Hange’s advice, but he knew that he’d rather not have them around to hear Levi’s whining. He’d grown wolfishly possessive over the last few days, something he’d not predicted. If Hange were here, he’d be stalking about the tower all day, gnashing teeth like a wild dog.
Just the thought of somebody else being allowed to see Levi, of another person attempting to lay claim to him—it enraged him. He burned from the inside out, and he had to force himself not to immediately cover Levi in fresh marks, needing everyone to see from a distance that he was his.
That was another issue: every time Levi’s heat peaked, Erwin’s rut grew more difficult to control. Up until this point, he’d been holding himself back. Despite how thoroughly Levi had enjoyed their little impromptu mating spree, he was still a bit worried that he’d scare him off.
During their last go-around, he’d been struggling to hold in every filthy thought that crossed his mind. He could hardly remember what he’d whispered in his ear, the things he’d described and done to him. It was all a long, hot blur.
He was beginning to worry that Levi’s fever was contagious, in fact. Beyond his usual rut symptoms, he’d been waking up soaked in sweat for two days straight, and he’d been oddly aggressive. In his whole life, he’d never been so interested in biting as he was now.
The fever’s effects were different on him than on Levi. Every time he looked at him, even in those rare in-between moments where they could enjoy a second of peace, he saw visions of a well-bred and happy mate. He found himself possessively stroking his stomach, imagining him stuffed full enough to satisfy them both.
He’d taken caution not to get too frenzied. He didn’t want Levi to be in any more pain than he already was, and he was concerned about what it would do to him if Erwin let his little breeding fantasy take charge. Even with Levi’s collarbones littered with bites and bruises, his hole fucked raw, he was worried about his rut making him go too far.
Levi was strong, but he was also small. If he permanently hurt him, Erwin would never forgive himself—and so, he was clinging to that final, miniscule sliver of self-discipline with all his strength.
All of that restraint disappeared in an instant, though, when he woke up with Levi’s lips on his. His hand was wrapped around the base of Erwin’s cock, and he was clumsily attempting to guide it inside his hole. His fingers were trembling, and he whimpered into his Alpha’s mouth.
Before he could talk himself down, Erwin was rolling them over. He pinned Levi down against the highest edge of his nest, licking past the seam of his lips with ease.
Seeing Levi this way—humanity’s strongest, reduced to a puddle of drool and slick, spreading himself open for his Commander’s free use—it was deeply gratifying. Sweat dripped off his hair, which he knew for a fact would normally disgust his obsessively clean partner. This week, though, cleanliness was the very last thing on Levi’s mind.
“Look at you, my filthy boy,” Erwin teased, leaning down to scent him.
His hindbrain cried out that he needed to mark his Omega further, that it wasn’t enough until Levi only smelled like the Alpha who’d claimed him. It was ridiculous to still be worried that another person would lay hands on him, especially when they were out in the middle of nowhere mid-winter, but logic wasn’t behind the reins now.
They were both wild beasts, their foggy brains only capable of seeing each other. Erwin ran dominant, possessive hands over his Omega’s torso, trailing up to pinch and roll his nipples between his fingers.
Gasping, Levi squirmed. Tears starred his lashes when he tried to meet Erwin’s eyes—tried, because he was far too unfocused to hold eye contact. They quickly rolled back in his head instead.
“H-hurts,” he managed, his breathing labored, his shoulders tense. “Mmph…”
He ducked his chin against his shoulder, going limp with submission. It was an offering, a statement without words: do whatever you want. Erwin felt like he was on fire. He bit down hard against the side of his neck, sucking a large and dark bruise into his pale skin.
Watching him beg, even silently, was enough—if Levi wanted to be fucked hard and fast, then he’d get it. He’d get anything he wanted from Erwin, now and forever. If he had anything to say about it, his perfect little Omega would be satisfied for the rest of their lives.
Erwin flipped him onto his stomach, growling beneath his breath. Without hesitation, he plunged into that wet, fucked-open little hole. His walls gripped like tight velvet around him, like his body had been built entirely for the purpose of taking Erwin’s cock.
“Dirty little slut,” he snarled, already short of breath himself. “You’re mine, all mine. You’re my good boy, Levi.”
No longer attempting to be gentle, Erwin pulled all the way out just to slam back in. Like a ragdoll, Levi allowed himself to be pushed and pulled, flopping limply into whatever position Erwin wanted him. No words escaped his lips, only gasps and whimpers.
“I should keep you like this forever,” Erwin told him, following wherever his deepest fantasies took him. “I should tie you down in my office and have my way with you, keep you stuffed full every hour of the day. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, my little cumslut?”
Barely perceptible, Levi nodded. He clenched down around him, coaxing his cock in deeper. He smelled so good—Erwin pressed his nose against his throat, inhaling deeply. The edges of the nest were coming undone from the force of his rough thrusts, but he didn’t care.
With each and every motion of Erwin’s hips, more slick gushed out around his cock. The space between his thighs was like a river, soft and slippery wet. If he were so inclined, Erwin could drag his cock between those shaking legs and feel the same friction as he did in Levi’s ass.
That wouldn’t do anything for Levi, though, and Erwin wanted nothing more than to make his partner cum to the point of exhaustion. If he wasn’t so satisfied and full that he passed out at the end of this, it wouldn’t be enough. If orgasm was the cure to his fever, then damn it, Erwin would give release to him in excess.
Levi’s first orgasm tore through him without warning, and he gasped, tightening up around his lover as he climaxed into the side of the nest. Not bothering to slow down or let him catch his breath, Erwin continued at a harsh pace, mercilessly pounding into him.
He hadn’t even taken his knot yet, and already, he was shivering all over, shaking apart in his arms. It was beautiful.
He wrapped an arm around Levi’s chest, roughly playing with his nipples. His lover sobbed with need, but did not move or sit up. Levi remained limp, encouraging Erwin to keep going with each loud, hoarse noise that was pushed out of his body.
It was the ultimate act of submission, giving up every single bit of control he’d had, wanting nothing but to be a toy for his mate’s pleasure.
Levi was not weak. He was stronger than anyone, Erwin included, which made having his absolute consent a gift. More than anything, even beyond his heat, he needed him. His trust in Erwin never wavered, even now, when he was completely helpless to his Alpha’s desires.
Not wanting to squander what he’d been given, Erwin wrapped his hands around the already-dark fingerprint bruising on his lover’s hips. He pushed his swiftly swelling knot against his entrance, teasing it against his rim.
Sweat was pooling in Levi’s sharp collarbones, dripping down his chest. Their scents were heavy in the air between them, invading all of Erwin’s senses. The fever clouded his mind. He wanted Levi to feel even better than he already did. He wanted to make him come, over and over and over, and to knot and breed him at the same time.
“So good,” he panted, lightheaded. “You’re so good for me, love. Such a gorgeous, perfect little Omega. Can’t—oh—I can’t believe you’re mine.”
Groaning, he stuffed himself past that twitching ring of muscle, locking their bodies together. His knot felt heavier than it had before, swollen and hot, but Levi easily stretched to accommodate him. Whimpering softly, he moved his hand down to palm over his stomach.
“Aah—” Levi gasped, biting his lip. “‘S so big…”
“Just for you,” said Erwin, grinding against him. “Oh. Oh, fuck, Levi—”
Before he could warn his mate, his climax hit him full-force. He moaned, pulling Levi tightly against him, milking every last drop into his hole. Whining beneath his breath, Levi pushed down hard on his stomach, tossing his head back in ecstasy.
“Can feel it,” he slurred, stroking his abdomen. “Feel you. You’re—I’m so full, shit, ‘Win…”
It took a few seconds to process what he’d said, since Erwin was still riding the waves of his release. Eventually, that breathy voice penetrated his ringing ears. Curious, Erwin let his hand slide down to see what he meant.
Sure enough, when he pressed his fingers against Levi’s skin, he could feel his own cock twitching beneath. A loud, heavy groan tore through him, and he began to pound into him with renewed enthusiasm.
“You’ll take another,” he growled, wrapping his fingers in Levi’s fringe to tug his head back. “You’ll take everything I want—oh, oh—won’t you, darling?”
Moaning his agreement, Levi twisted to kitten-lick the underside of his jaw. Even though he’d been moving like his bones were made of lead, he was still taking the opportunity to scent his Alpha. Clenching his jaw, Erwin locked his teeth around the still-sore mating bite, digging in his canines like it might fade away.
It would never, though, no matter how long they waited. Levi was his. The sound Erwin made was inhuman, a rumbling snarl from deep in his chest. He wrapped his hands around Levi’s arms, drawing him backward and planting his heels against the creaking, complaining mattress.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re sitting on my knot,” Erwin praised, guiding Levi’s hips up and down, helping him to ride his cock. “When I met you Underground, I should have claimed you right there and then. You’d have loved that, if I’d filled you up in front of everybody, you needy little whore.”
“I—yes, yes,” he gasped, desperately nodding along as Erwin painted him a filthy mental picture. “Mmph, Alpha.”
“We’re not leaving until I put a baby in you,” growled Erwin, leaning in to murmur against the shell of his ear. “When we’re home, they’ll all see how well you took me. You’ll be—fuck—sweetheart, I’m going to get you pregnant, and they’ll all know how well I fucked you. They’ll all see it, Levi.”
Moaning low in his throat, he nipped at the base of Levi’s jaw. He squeezed him tight, digging nails into his hips.
“Right here, Levi,” he whispered, tracing warm hands over his stomach. “You’ll look so pretty, so perfect, and you’ll be mine. They’ll all want you, but you’re just for me. You’ll love that. That’s what pretty boys like you were made for.”
He’d never spoken to anyone with such vulgarity before, but there was something about Levi that invited all his dirtiest dreams to the forefront. Erwin tweaked his nipples, tugging them into stiff peaks. Every time he touched him there, Levi tightened up, so he continued to toy with his chest.
“You want to give me a baby, don’t you, honey?” He asked, not expecting a verbal answer. “I—ah—I know you do.”
Releasing his hair, he let Levi droop back against his Alpha’s chest, weakly whining. Erwin leaned back, gripping his waist like a lifeline, and rocked roughly up into him. The amount of slick he’d produced caused a squelching sound, and both their legs were soaked with it.
“Levi—oh—ah, Levi—” Erwin groaned, crushing Levi’s body against his own as a second orgasm rippled through him. As he painted his walls, Levi came, too. The bed below them was so soaked that it hardly made a difference, joining the mess of already-dried semen that already coated their sheets.
Shuddering through it, Erwin continued to roll his hips even as he grew oversensitive. Neither of them had had enough yet. He’d stop when the damned fever did.
“Another,” he said, trying hard to keep his voice even. “We can still fit more inside of you.”
“Yes,” Levi rasped, a dazed but happy look in his eye. “Mm—thank you, A-Alpha. Takin’...” His voice trailed off, and he picked it back up with a sharp inhale. “You’re takin’ s-such good care ‘f me.”
“Good boy.” The tight, hot pleasure of Levi’s hole was nearly painful. Gritting his teeth, Erwin pushed him chest-down into his own mess, hammering purposefully into him. Mixed signals fired in his brain, and his motions were sloppy with oversensitivity, but he pushed on.
Too much time had passed since they’d come here together—far too much time wasted, dancing around how badly they both needed this. Erwin had grown almost as desperate as Levi.
It wasn’t just talk anymore. When they rode back through the walls, he wanted everyone to see just how well he’d cared for their beloved Captain. He wanted them to see the evidence all over him, anywhere he could put it. He wanted it to shine like a beacon over his head—my Omega, mine.
Harsh, rough fingers touched his Omega’s waist, stroking over the strong planes of his stomach. Their breathing was quickly becoming uneven, their lungs constricted with need behind their ribs.
It didn’t take long until Erwin was on the edge again, huffing as his cock jerked and spilled inside of his partner. He shuddered, pausing for no more than a second before continuing to roll his hips.
“Ah, ah… shit,” whined Levi, weakly pawing at himself. “‘M so full… so fuckin’ full.”
“Can you—” Erwin interrupted himself with a sharp groan, his hands trembling slightly where they were wrapped around his mate. “Can you take just one more, Levi? Can you do it for me?”
“A-anything,” Levi sighed, hooking one arm around his knee to hold himself open, propping himself up on the nest. “Give it to me, p-please.”
Feeling borderline feral, Erwin slammed his knot against Levi’s sweet spot, drawing high-pitched moans and sighs from his lips. After so long spent locked together, he knew it wouldn’t take long to make his Omega cum again. He focused on Levi’s pleasure, mercilessly rubbing against his prostate.
Sure enough, it was not even a minute later when he harshly gasped, collapsing in on himself. He gripped the edge of the nest with sweaty palms, weakly pressing his nose into the nearest article of clothing. He writhed as his cock spurted a few drops of mostly-clear liquid, his lashes fluttering over rolled-back eyes.
Watching him fall apart was beautiful, and Erwin fucked him through it, stroking soothing fingers along his ribcage. Beneath him, Levi’s brow furrowed, and he just barely managed to press his hips back to meet him. He arched his back, glancing doe-eyed at his Alpha over his shoulder.
“Please,” he begged, his voice hardly audible over Erwin’s deep, rhythmic moaning. “Please.”
It was all he needed. Even though this was his fourth orgasm of the night, it also felt the most intense.
He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, pushing all his energy into a long, loud groan as he fucked one last load into his Omega. It seemed to last forever, wracking through him in waves as he forced himself deep, deeper inside his mate. He looked down at Levi, blinking to clear the blurriness from his vision.
The bulge below Levi’s navel had expanded, his stomach distended with Erwin’s seed. Puffing up with pride, Erwin cupped his waist, admiring his handiwork. He kept his knot buried deep inside, making sure it had a chance to take. He nipped at the soft, salty skin of Levi’s shoulder.
When he was mercifully, actually finished, he flopped down onto the mattress, dragging Levi with him. The movement tugged at his abused rim, causing Levi to loudly whimper in complaint. Erwin apologetically squeezed his hip, petting warm fingertips down his flank.
They each took a minute to catch their breath. Eventually, Levi’s evened out, and he curled into Erwin’s waiting embrace, happily sighing. He glanced up at him before he got too comfortable, and Erwin was pleased to see that the dazed, pained expression he’d worn for the past week had finally disappeared.
To double-check, he pressed his wrist against Levi’s forehead. He was still sweating buckets, and his skin was sticky with warmth, but now it was clearly only from exertion. He breathed a sigh of relief. Cradling his lax body closer, he licked his lips.
“My Levi. My perfect, lovely Omega,” he praised, ghosting his hand down his lover’s back to squeeze his ass. His palm came away wet with a sticky mixture of slick and his own cum. Erwin wiped it away on the sheets.
Levi was mostly asleep already, but he butted his head against Erwin’s chin in acknowledgement, sleepily muttering to himself. They stayed curled against each other, even as Erwin’s rut abated and they both came to their senses. When Erwin managed to fall asleep, he dropped into dreamless rest like a rock off a cliff.
—
The following evening was easier. They woke up in the dark, each coated in a mess of bodily fluids, and spent a long stretch of time saying nothing. Erwin tucked Levi’s hair behind his ear, contentedly humming. He traced the familiar outline of his own teeth, a lovely purple blot above his collarbone.
Eventually, Levi sat up, stretching with a long, satisfied yawn. He winced when he put pressure on his ass, clearly still sore from last night’s activities, but he remained upright. Shoving Erwin’s knee, he grinned, illuminated by a stream of soft moonlight.
“I’m starving,” he complained, grabbing Erwin’s hand and squeezing. “Take me to the food.”
“Demanding in and out of heat, aren’t you?” Erwin quipped back, but got to his feet. He tugged Levi up beside himself, steadying him with a hand on his shoulder when he immediately lost his balance. Levi wobbled like a newborn deer, then flopped back against the mattress.
They stared at each other for a second, then burst into laughter. Erwin leaned down, gathering Levi up so that he could carry him. He headed for the kitchen.
“Bastard,” Levi laughed, playfully smacking his chest. “Just look at what you did to me. I’m lame, Erwin.”
“A small price to pay, darling,” he teased, narrowly dodging a second slap as he set him atop the counter. “And besides, it’s not like you complained.”
“You’re still a bastard,” he insisted, still snorting with laughter. He headed for their minimal food supply, searching for something substantial that they could share. It didn’t take long for him to find a spare package of jerky, triumphantly holding it up for Levi to see.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he groaned, reaching over to grab a handful. Erwin could hear his stomach growl as he dug in, and he winced, walking over to stand between his still-nude thighs.
“I did try to convince you to eat,” he said, laying one warm hand on his knee. “You were, well… preoccupied, shall we say.”
“I remember.” Levi shot him a devious smile, wrapping his ankles around Erwin’s hips to pull him closer. He was still weakened from his illness, nowhere near his usual strength, but Erwin let him pull him forward regardless. He hadn’t denied him yet, and saw no reason to start now.
“We should probably leave tomorrow,” Erwin sighed, running his hand up Levi’s leg. “They’ll be missing us. Mike seemed ready to plan your funeral before he left.”
“Isn’t it a good thing?” Levi wondered, propping his foot up on the counter to allow Erwin more space. “I would’ve thought that you were excited to get home. I don’t think I’ve seen you take a break this long since…”
He made a big show out of counting on his fingers, exaggeratedly deliberating until Erwin rolled his eyes. He snickered, clearing his dry throat.
“You’ve never taken a break. Ever.”
“No, I haven’t, have I?” Erwin huffed, shaking his head. “This was a nice vacation, though. I wish we could do it more often—perhaps not when you’re dying, of course, but it would be nice to be with you otherwise.”
“Why can’t we?” Levi asked, quirking his brow. He scooted forward, thoughtfully chewing. His eyes scanned up and down, looking over every exposed inch of Erwin with deep appreciation.
“I—”
“It’s already winter, Erwin, and you–” He poked him sharply in the sternum. “–have a new Omega. The nobles would probably like us more if you took a little honeymoon with me. Plus, my brats would love a few weeks off, and I think they all deserve it.”
Erwin turned that idea over, chewing his cheek. He’d never considered that claiming Levi would have a positive effect on his reputation, but what he was saying made sense. Within the walls, Levi was deeply beloved, a beacon of hope for the people.
The nobles, on the other hand, had myriad issues with both of them. One of their major complaints, consistent over the years, had always been that Levi lacked ‘tradition’. He was too loud for an Omega, too crass and independent, and Erwin was not much better. Alphas without mates were looked down on at Mitras events.
This, though unplanned, could kill two birds with one stone. All in all, it would be beneficial for them and the Corps as a whole.
“...It would certainly fit with their values,” Erwin tentatively agreed, and Levi snorted.
“Yeah, it would,” he goaded. “It’d make you look like a big, strong Alpha. Look at you, Com-man-der, you great tamer of–of–”
He floundered for a good descriptor, speaking through increasingly heavy laughter. His laugh was this great, wheezing thing, too big for his body. The sound was infectious, and Erwin couldn’t help but join in.
“Tamer of what, Levi?” He asked, leaning up to scent him.
“Of—of Underground bitches,” he decided, holding up his last bit of jerky like a toast to the concept. “You, my—my big, noble old man, the only asshole within the three walls who could put a leash on me. I should get you a trophy.”
“Levi, I don’t need a trophy.” Grinning, he nipped at the edge of his earlobe. “You’re the greatest prize I could ask for.”
“Don’t get sappy, shithead,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You should’ve got your one-liners out of your system while I was still all wet. You’ll get to come inside me again, you don’t need to kiss my ass about it.”
His word choice made them both pause, and Erwin slowly pulled back to give him a meaningful look. Immediately, Levi shoved the rest of his food into his mouth, chewing quickly behind the shield of his hand. He spread his legs wider, enticingly pushing out his hips.
“You could’ve just asked,” Erwin teased, hooking his arms around Levi’s waist to pull him forward.
“Don’t need to,” Levi shot back. “I already knew you would—oof.”
Erwin pushed him onto his back, relishing his soft sighs as he licked into him. There were still traces of his own dried cum there, and Levi was obviously still exhausted, but it was well worth it. They hadn’t had the chance to do this while he was still sick.
“Ah—fuck, you fuckin’ ass—” Levi whined, wrapping his fingers in Erwin’s hair, which made him aware of what a mess they both must look. It would be a less-than-pleasant walk of shame when they got back home…
That could be for later. Right now was just for them.
He dove deeper, pushing his tongue past that pliant ring of muscle. Levi’s moans grew swiftly strained and needy—he was still sensitive, and would more than likely stay that way for a good while. Erwin planned on taking advantage of it while he still could.
He gripped Levi’s ass, helping him to lazily ride his face. They kept at it until his thighs suddenly wrapped tight around Erwin’s head. Blood rushed in his ears, Levi’s whimpering muffled and distant. He continued to eat him out until his partner flopped back against the counter, gasping for breath.
Getting to his feet, Erwin rolled his neck to relieve the tension, then hopped up to sit beside him. He ghosted his fingers over Levi’s flat stomach, watching the muscles jump beneath the barest of attentions. When their eyes next met, he smiled boyishly down at him.
“So,” he said, leaning over his still-trembling body. “About my trophy?”
It took Levi a minute to remember what he’d said, but when he did, he sat up to shove him away..
“You are the worst,” he wheezed, wrinkling his nose. “You’re a disgusting old man, Smith. Fuckin’ nasty pervert.”
Erwin chuckled, too, and then they lapsed into a comfortable silence. They stayed that way for a while, idly discussing their trip home with Levi curled into his side. Neither bothered to get dressed or washed up.
Once they’d both eaten their fill and rehydrated, they migrated back into the bedroom, where Levi slipped under the covers and returned the favor. Before he took him down to the hilt, he shot his Alpha a cocky smirk. He wrapped his lips around him, and Erwin quickly found out that he had no gag reflex.
He treated sucking Erwin off like a game, like payback for eating his ass in some long-dead person’s kitchen. It would have been funny if he weren’t so busy fucking his mouth. As it was, Erwin was unconcerned with any imaginary wins or losses, letting Levi do what he wished.
There were worse things to be competitive about, he thought. Besides—being allowed to shoot himself down Levi’s tight, wet throat was a fair enough alternative to that hypothetical trophy. In fact, he rather preferred it.
—
They left as the sun dipped below the treetops, guided by lantern light. Erwin was thankful for his foresight in packing extra lamp oil. Since Levi was still too sore and weak to ride on his own, Erwin had placed him atop his own horse, and they were leading the other along with a length of rope.
It was bound to make the trip home last longer, but Levi had always been attached to his mount, and Erwin would rather not go looking for a new one. Watching him sneak sugar cubes to this one was endearing, especially since Levi didn’t seem to know he knew. He’d rather not ruin both their fun.
Plus, a longer ride meant more alone time, and that was nothing but a positive. He’d never had the opportunity to see Levi act so gentle before. It made him regret waiting so long to claim him. He’d have to make up for lost time.
He doubted Levi would mind putting in some extra hours. Far from base, by themselves. Perhaps they could book an inn someplace.
People stared when they re-entered the walls, and a couple of men wolf-whistled, but otherwise, things were fairly painless. They stopped and got a room for the night, since Erwin would rather not ride any further or face the Corps with cum in his hair.
They washed up, got ready in the early morning, and they were back in Trost by the afternoon. Levi lightly dozed against his chest for most of the ride, which Erwin didn’t mind, happy to act as his stand-in pillow. It was comforting to have him so nearby.
The troops cheered when they arrived through the gates, which made Levi jerk awake, blearily blinking around. He yawned, then fixed the nearest recruit with a deadly glare. They scattered when Levi shooed them away, hurriedly going back to their regular business, and Erwin hid his affectionate smile in Levi’s hair.
He’d figured he was going to be flustered. It was sweet. Scary for the poor cadets, but adorable for Erwin.
Everything returned to normal quicker than expected, but Erwin kept catching Levi’s squad shooting surreptitious glances their way. He considered asking Levi about it, but realized there would be no point. They’d been gone together; he wouldn’t know any more about the gossip on base than Erwin did.
By the time that Hange came wandering over to their table in the mess hall, he had resolved to ignore it. Whatever the cadets discussed amongst themselves, they could talk to Erwin if it was important. Since they obviously weren’t going to, it was more than likely nothing.
Or, at least, that’s what he’d been hoping for. Hange stepped up between him and Levi, wrapping their arms around each of their companions’ shoulders.
“You two smell like you had fun. You’re a loud little shit when you want to be,” they teased, wiggling their eyebrows at Levi. “I don’t even need to ask if it was good, do I? Mike told me you were limping. Are you limping?”
Immediately, Levi was flushed bright red. He and Erwin locked eyes behind Hange’s back, and they both came to the same conclusion at the same time.
“Levi, I—” Erwin began, but Levi quickly cut him off, his ears burning.
“Leave us alone, shitty glasses,” he spat, hiding his face in his hands. “It’s none of your business.”
They threw their head back, laughing too loudly, and amicably clapped him on the back. He shrugged their hand away, but they didn’t seem offended. Hange had known Levi long enough to understand that he was easily embarrassed, so they knew exactly what they were doing.
“Fine, fine. Don’t let me interrupt you and your Alpha.” They threaded their fingers together under their chin, batting their eyelashes. They just barely dodged the hit that Levi aimed their way. “That’s a pretty mating mark, by the way. Good for you.”
Before Erwin felt the need to step in, they’d waltzed away, leaving Levi stewing in his own mortification. He tucked himself under Erwin’s arm, avoiding the curious gazes of his squad. They were trying to be subtle and failing, miserably.
It probably didn’t help that all their clothes were at least slightly cum-stained, and there had been nothing Levi’s size for sale in Shiganshina. Erwin had been able to buy a shirt and pants off their innkeeper, but Levi still scented heavily of sex, a dead giveaway for anyone within a few feet of him.
Plus, they hadn’t done a great job of fixing their hair, and Erwin’s coat was doing little to conceal Levi’s extensive collection of hickeys. Even if they’d been quiet for their whole week in the tower, everyone would still be able to tell.
There was a stretch of awkward quiet before the absurdity of the situation dawned on Erwin. He bit his lip, trying to keep from laughing.
“Levi,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Levi, they heard us.”
“I damn well know that they heard us,” Levi huffed, turning away. “Hange has all the subtlety and class of a cockroach. They might as well have said ‘Levi, you moan like a whore’.”
“In their defense, you were quite loud.”
“Shut up!” He shoved Erwin’s chest, glowering up at him. “You made me be loud. Shit, I’m never going to look any of the brats in the eye again.”
“No, no. They’ll forget about it eventually,” he reassured, rubbing his hand over Levi’s bicep. “Besides, they aren’t exactly quiet with each other, either. It’s only fair that we got a bit of revenge. An eye for an eye, a moan for a moan…”
“I can’t believe I let you mark me.” Levi shook his head, picking up his fork, his ears still pink at their tips. “You’re a dick.”
“I’m the dick you picked,” he shot back, and returned to his own bowl, worried that it would go cold.
There was a lapse in the conversation, with both of them shoveling hot food into their mouths. The tower had been a nice escape from their innumerate responsibilities, but they had both missed hot meals. Even the ill-prepared mess hall stew tasted like heaven.
All the while, Levi’s squad were looking over at the pair, murmuring amongst themselves. Erwin couldn’t blame his mate when he decided to retire early. He’d have probably done the same—although, really, their gossipping about him was quite funny from an outside perspective.
They took a bath together, scrubbing away everything that they couldn’t clean off back in Shiganshina. Levi sighed, relaxing his taut muscles with help from Erwin’s skilled hands. It was clear that he’d been looking forward to cleaning up from the moment his heat ended.
Erwin was happy to help him fulfill his want, as per usual. He was happy when, once all remaining fluids had been washed off his skin, Levi still smelled like a mated Omega. When he nosed over his scent glands as they dried off, Levi heaved an exasperated sigh, but compliantly tilted his head back to give him better access.
He combed affectionate fingers through Erwin’s hair, shyly smiling. Even when he finally pushed him away, he was clearly only pretending to be annoyed. He hurried into the bedroom, tossing his towel in Erwin’s laundry basket as he went.
That night, as they got ready to sleep, Levi settled himself on the edge of Erwin’s mattress. He was wearing only a stolen sleep shirt from Erwin, their clothes from the tower hung out to dry. As soon as his Alpha slipped beneath the covers, he glued himself to his side, wrapping his arms around his neck.
Smiling to himself, Erwin cupped his cheek, pressing a chaste kiss to his mate’s lips. His eyes locked onto the mark he was so proud of, and he traced it with his fingertips, making Levi shudder and crack open one eye. He made a questioning sound, furrowing his brow.
“It really is a nice bite, love. Hange wasn’t lying.”
Levi blushed, awkwardly clearing his throat. He buried his warm face in Erwin’s pillow.
“Yeah,” he muttered, sniffing. “It’s… thanks. For—yeah.”
Barking a soft laugh, Erwin wrapped an arm around him. He dropped a kiss to the crown of Levi’s head, unable to stop beaming. This had been one of the best weeks of his life, and it seemed like his Omega felt the same way.
Next time he was in heat, though, they were going to plan ahead. He’d like a bed with real pillows, a stock of tea for cramps; some real, fresh apple slices. Anything and everything Levi could ever want, plus extras.
And he’d like some privacy, he thought, remembering the nervous look in the 104th’s eyes. He snorted, pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off a laughing fit. Slipping his hand beneath Levi’s shirt, he pressed one warm hand to his stomach, rubbing a circle.
“Go to sleep,” Levi slurred, stealing the covers and rolling himself up. “Knothead.”
“Sorry, darling,” Erwin murmured back, brushing his hair off his forehead. “I was just so enjoying myself. I’m so lucky to have you.”
“Perv.”
Levi wrapped one small hand around Erwin’s wrist, cuddling into the warmth of the palm against his belly. His skin was freezing when he wasn’t deathly hot. Erwin found that he didn’t mind either way.
Sighing, Levi placed his ear over Erwin’s heart, relaxing quickly into a dreamless sleep. Erwin fondly shook his head, his gaze still trained on Levi’s flat abdomen. The skin there was still littered with hickeys and bruises beneath the thin hem of his sleep shirt.
He imagined him as he had been—so full of cum that one could tell he’d been bred from a glance, the sheer amount of it making him leak and drip all over their shared bed. Biting his lip, Erwin turned to look out his bedroom window instead. It would be a miracle if he ever thought about anything else.
Erwin imagined doing it all over again. He thought of opening the window of his office, his mind foggy from another rut, and breeding Levi while he was bent over on the sill. If he were so inclined, he could lean him out over the field and make him sob, loud and clear so everyone could hear it.
Swallowing, Erwin adjusted himself in his pants, curling closer to Levi in an attempt to get some rest. Apparently, he was an exhibitionist. That was not something he had previously known about himself.
He seriously doubted that, after everything they’d done, that would be the thing that crossed the line for Levi. Erwin made a mental note. He’d have to bring it up later.
They’d fulfilled plenty of bizarre urges over the last week, though. He could wait a while longer to continue. It wasn’t as if they were on a time limit—they were mates now, and nobody was dying.
He’d have to take time off for their ‘honeymoon’ sooner rather than later, though. Otherwise, every soldier in the Corps would be hearing them fuck. If that happened for a second time, Levi would kill him for sure.
Erwin wrapped himself around his mate, pressing his lips tenderly against his shoulder blade. He really was beyond lucky. Whenever he ended up scheduling their time off, he knew they’d both make the most of it, doing everything they’d done in the tower and more.
He could hardly wait.