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Erwin is the first to enter the crowded room of the brothel. The heady smell of cheap perfumes immediately assaults his nostrils. The irritating noise of chatter and forced laughter triggers his ears. His officers enter after him and slip on the benches around their usual table. Erwin sits on the chair at the end — in the leader's place.
Their arrival causes a stir in the brothel. They are five high-ranking military officers, five alphas who ooze confidence and authority. A waitress immediately shows up to ask them what they would like to drink. With a broad smile, she announces that the first round is on the house, as a reward for all the risks they take for Humanity with each new mission. Hange snaps their fingers over their head to tell her to bring some beer instead of wasting their time with idle chatter. At the other end of the table, opposite Erwin, the two newly appointed young officers study their environment with avid looks on their faces.
They toast — Hange so enthusiastically that half the content of their mug splashes onto their shirt. They toast to their completed mission goals, to coming home whole, and to the deaths of their fallen comrades.
The mood is not one of mourning, however. They can't afford to mope about the deaths of their soldiers every time they return from a mission. They've come here to celebrate, and while the place may look a little chaotic at first, it's also one of the most renowned brothels in town.
The whores soon begin to circle them like a bunch of vultures. An omega slides on Hange's lap and buries his nose in the hollow of their neck to whisper sweet words in their ear. He's a shy omega, whose features Erwin has come to recognize from seeing him so much around his Captain, and who would never dare to be that enterprising with anyone other than Hange. The Captain lets him, wraps an arm around his waist, and offers him a drink from their glass. A beta leans over Mike from behind and hugs his neck.
Nobody dares touch Erwin, for the moment. He can feel the glances caressing him, he knows that he's coveted, but his Commander aura is too impressive for some random whore to dare approach him. They're waiting for a clear invitation from him. He takes a sip of his beer. He's exhausted, and it'll take no time for the alcohol to go to his head. He's mostly come here for his officers. If it were up to him, he would have had an omega come to the privacy of his chambers, instead of subjecting himself to this overly festive and noisy atmosphere.
Erwin always treats himself to an omega when he comes back from a mission. He needs to come between their thighs to release the stress of the mission, and he needs their caresses to succeed in finding some rest. But he rarely chooses them among the heady vapors of a crowded brothel.
There are a lot of people here tonight to celebrate the return of the Corps. They are at the center of attention. Lower-ranking soldiers from the Garrison, emboldened by alcohol, come up to them and give his squad leaders big, affectionate pats on the back. Erwin can't help but feel a little annoyed. He's not one to impose too much of a hierarchy between soldiers, but he does demand a basic level of respect, especially from the Garrison. Any form of familiarity on their part irritates him.
Next to him, Hange is giving in to the wandering hands that slip under their shirt. The omega sitting on their lap has pulled their glasses upon their head and is kissing them full on the lips. Erwin feels vaguely jealous.
He lets his eyes wander over a group of whores giggling in a corner. He spots behind them a magnificent omega who is waiting quietly, dismissing with a polite gesture the solicitations of customers who are far too mediocre for her. Their glances cross, and she smiles at him.
Erwin nods to her to make her come over. She lightly moves forward and sits down, butt on the table, very close to him without touching. She looks even more attractive up close, with her long silky hair, thick lashes and delicate freckles. Erwin wants to put his hands on her opulent breasts and broad hips. She smells wonderful, a scent of jasmine and availability. Mike must smell her too, because he briefly turns away from his partner to contemplate her.
"What's your name?" Erwin asks, opening his arms.
"Amber."
She slips into his lap and gently pulls back a lock of his blond hair. Erwin is bathed in her graceful aura. He would like her to kiss him, but she lets herself be desired. The Commander appreciates being resisted, up to a certain point. This little omega should quickly realize that he's stronger than she is. She will give in to the call of lust long before he does.
"You're the Commander, aren't you? Of the Survey Corps," she whispers, letting her hands slide down his chest.
She caresses his pectorals through his shirt with lascivious gestures. Erwin downs the rest of his drink.
"How can I pleasure you, Commander?"
Her mouth brushes the shadow of his beard. Her lips move like a promise on his skin. Her warm breath caresses his ear.
"I can take your whole knot… in my mouth."
Erwin is starting to feel cramped in his uniform.
"Oh, Commander," she whispers in her sultry voice. "You smell so good."
He must scent mostly of weariness and desire. She gets bolder and gives a big lick on the gland behind his ear.
Erwin grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her away. She lets out a small yelp of pain.
"Don't go feral on me," he scolds. "We are civilized beings."
The omega's lower lip starts to shake. Erwin slips his thumb between her lips.
"And I don't think you can take my knot in there," he adds in a softer tone.
"Try me," she challenges him.
He releases her hair and, immediately, she glues herself to him and pushes her tongue into his mouth. Erwin wants to tighten his embrace around her, but she takes his hand and guides it under her skirts instead. She bites her lip and remains silent when he slips two fingers inside her. They exchange a burning glance. Nobody around them notices anything. Everyone is too busy with their own partner to worry about the fate of their neighbor.
"See how I'm slicking for you, Commander? I'm ready for your cock."
She gently rocks her hips around him, her incandescent eyes locked in his as she draws him into indecency.
Erwin inhales slowly. The smell of needy omega enraptures his nostrils. It intoxicates him, it subjugates him. Even after such a long and exhausting expedition, it can still awaken all his senses.
"Take me, Commander," she moans weakly. "My body is yours. I'll do anything you wish."
Erwin withdraws from her and slips his fingers into her mouth to make her taste herself. She sucks on them obediently then releases them in a wet sucking noise. She comes down from his lap.
"Follow me. I will take good care of you."
Erwin glances at the rest of the table as if he just suddenly remembered the existence of the others. Hange has disappeared. Mike is deep in a conversation about pricing with the woman straddling him. At the end of the table, opposite Erwin, the two young alphas promoted to squad leader just a few days ago are at a loss for words, completely saturated by the sensation of the whores around them.
Erwin is pulled towards the stairs. She's eager to feel him inside her. A brutal rise of desire takes over his body, as if a dam had just given way in him. The tension of the mission finally withdraws.
He pulls her back against him to bury his nose in the cascade of her hair. His cock strains against her ass. The omega's body is hot, quivering, impatient. Erwin is now burning with excitement. He wants her.
"I'm going to come into your mouth," he announces, inhaling the scent of her hair.
"Fill me with your seed, Commander."
He lets himself be dragged upstairs.
When he comes back down, two hours later, his forehead glistening with sweat but feeling satisfied, the room is much less noisy. Most of the guests are in the rooms upstairs.
He lights a cigarette and sits down at the first empty table he can find to smoke quietly. An omega, probably too drunk to think straight, tries to approach him. He pushes him away with a wave of his hand. He's had enough for tonight.
Mike and Hange are nowhere to be seen. Erwin grants himself time to finish his cigarette before leaving. He's looking forward to washing up. He smells like satisfied omega, which is not an unpleasant scent to carry around, but also like the stress from the battle. It will take him several days to get rid of it, even after many long baths. This is the kind of mission souvenir that makes his interlocutors uncomfortable, especially the high dignitaries and the generals of the Military Police. Those who give orders but don't want to scent their consequences.
He's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't hear the fight break out. It's the sharp sound of shattering glass that catches his attention.
Insults are flying around. Erwin is about to leave the place to save himself from this inconvenience when he recognizes the voice of one of his young alpha officers. He stands up, both annoyed and excited at the idea of showing his authority.
He stubs out his unfinished cigarette and heads to the other end of the room, where the voices are coming from.
"If you put your fucking hands on me once again, I'll rip your head off and shove it so far up your ass that you'll be able to eat your dinner for the second time!"
A phenomenal crash follows this threat. Erwin hurries between the tables, but can't bring himself to run.
Two men are fighting. His young squad leader — Avery, without any surprise — and a very small and nervous man who is noticeably giving him a hard time.
"I'm going to teach you some respect," the young alpha scolds, baring his fangs. "You're going to apologize and you're going to do it crawling, or —"
"Or what? Or what? Go ahead and tell me. I'm listening."
Children, Erwin thinks. Two barely mature alphas, full of aggressivity and desire to confront each other. Trapped in a game of domination that will only end with one of them surrendering to the other. Erwin has no time for this kind of nonsense. He insists that his men be examples of civility, especially in public. He wants them to keep the violence to the outside of the Walls.
Avery is hesitant to attack. Erwin does not intervene, trusting his officer to spontaneously settle the situation.
"Tch! That's what I thought. Next time, you'll think twice before putting your dirty paws on me."
The young alpha leaps forward. His opponent expects it and throws a punch that shatters his nose with a sickening crack. The officer collapses to the ground but manages to drag the other with him. Despite his modest size, the smaller man defends himself with ferocity. He plows his face with his nails, kicks his stomach relentlessly and tries to bite every part of him he can reach. For a moment, Erwin, stunned, thinks his officer is going to lose the duel.
But the young alpha manages to regain the upper hand. Taking advantage of the other's size, he lifts him and violently flips him over on the ground. Blood spurts onto the floor. The smaller man struggles with bestial rage. He is about to succeed in freeing himself when the alpha grabs him by the nape and digs his nails in with all his strength.
The man lets out a strangled cry and collapses on the dirty floor, his body limp and his eyes rolling back. His scent suddenly rises among the circle of spectators, a foul scent, full of rage and pain. But also, more tenuous, a characteristic olfactory imprint, to which alphas are particularly sensitive. Erwin is taken aback. An omega?
His young officer, wild with fury, starts punching the paralyzed omega. Erwin steps forward, grabs him by the front of his uniform and throws him against a table, which shatters under the violence of the impact. The omega lets out a weak groan and wiggles his fingers. With an impossible effort, he manages to slightly move all four limbs. Erwin takes a step back, a little afraid. He has never seen an omega recover so quickly from nape paralysis.
But he doesn't have time to take care of him. Curious spectators from upstairs, attracted by the noise, are starting to gather around them. Furious, Erwin grabs his officer by the hair and drags him outside the brothel. He pulls him into an adjacent alley to avoid putting on a show.
With a sharp motion, he crushed the young alpha flat against the wall. The man groans in pain. Erwin is bigger and stronger than him, and his feet are barely touching the ground.
"Sir! I'm choking!"
Erwin forces himself to calm down. He rarely gets that angry, and he knows he's losing his temper because he's exhausted from the mission. He normally manages to remain in control of himself without difficulty. Because he's the Commander, because he has to set an example.
He lets go of him. Avery slips against the wall and slumps on the filthy pavement.
"Why did you pick on an omega?" Erwin asks in a controlled voice.
"An omega?" says Avery. "A fucking omega, that — that thing? It's a monster! That wasn't an omega! Omegas are not —"
"That wasn't the point of my question," Erwin cuts off coldly.
The younger officer takes a little while to answer.
"I thought he was available. That's all, Sir. I made a mistake. Shit like that happens. Omegas — it's hard to know what they really want sometimes."
"Is it? And what made you think he was... available?"
Avery doesn't answer. Erwin chooses to move the conversation forward. He wants to go home. He has a sad thought for the cigarette he couldn't finish.
"You know perfectly well it is forbidden to molest an omega who does not belong to you," he says in a lighter tone.
"Yeah..." answers the other in an unconvinced grunt.
He manages to get up by leaning against the wall behind him. Blood is running from his purplish nose, a souvenir from the omega.
"But above all..."
Erwin grabs him by the throat, loosely, just to make sure he has his full attention.
"...I never want to see this kind of dishonorable attack from one of my men again. Attacking an omega at the nape, really? Kicking him while he's down? Pathetic. It's unbecoming of an officer. If I ever see you do such a thing again, I'll strip you of your rank and appoint someone else in your place."
He lets go of him. The young alpha coughs, his hands pressed to his throat. Erwin is suddenly overcome with extreme weariness.
"Go home. I forbid you to go near that brothel again. You will come tomorrow morning to my office to be informed of your punishment."
The young officer doesn't need to be told twice. He disappears into the night. Erwin returns in front of the brothel, where a dense crowd is starting to gather. A whore is telling Mike all about what happened.
"Problem solved," Erwin cuts in. "Let's go home."
His eyes wander among the people gathered in front of the establishment.
"Where's Hange?" he asks.
"Still with their omega, I guess," Mike replies. "Poor thing probably won't be able to walk straight tomorrow. Anyway, we don't have to wait for them."
They walk home in silence. Mike carries a strong scent of sex, so intense it's almost unpleasant. Erwin is lost in his thoughts. The memory of the little omega hovers in the back of his mind, ungraspable.
The next day, late in the morning, Erwin returns to the brothel. The place is quiet. The whores are probably still recovering from their tricks of the night before. In the main room, the omega is kneeling on the ground, scrubbing the floor. He doesn't look too bad, for a man who got beaten by a raging alpha. Erwin asks to see the owner.
The man — a paunchy, red-faced alpha in his early sixties — arrives a few minutes later with a friendly smile, although his scent betrays his distrust.
"Hello, I'm Markus Horvath. What can I do for you, Commander?" he says, inviting him to sit down. "Can I offer you a drink?"
Erwin refuses in a polite voice and takes a seat on the bench in front of him.
"I have come to apologize on behalf of the Survey Corps for yesterday's incident. It was an act unworthy of a soldier of our brigade, a squad leader at that, and he will be punished accordingly. We will pay for the damage caused to your facility."
"I accept your apology and thank you for stopping by, Commander. It's not often we get a fight of that intensity. It was impressive, from what I've been told. Now, I can understand how young alphas can get hot under the collar after coming back from an expedition. When you come so close to death, you need to release your anxiety. That's what my omegas are here for, after all. He just didn't pick the right one."
Erwin relaxes and turns his head towards the omega who is dutifully wiping the counter with a cloth.
'Who is he?" he asks in a low voice so that the omega can't hear them from where he's standing.
Horvath doesn't bother with such formalities.
"Levi?" he shouts. "He's our little house fairy."
The omega briefly looks up in their direction then concentrates again on his task. He's wearing a piece of fabric over his hair to protect it from... Erwin doesn't know what, exactly.
"Is he one of your omegas?" asks Erwin in a detached tone.
"You mean, is he a whore? Nah. Couldn't tame that one. Levi, darling, get me a pint of beer!"
"I'm not your fucking waitress," the omega replies sullenly from behind the counter.
Horvath gives Erwin an eloquent look.
"No, but I'm still the one who pays you. Hurry up."
The omega grudgingly fills a glass and comes over to put it down in front of him, with a movement so brutal that some of the beer spills onto the table.
"Wipe it up."
The omega obeys with slow movements. Erwin can perceive the extreme tension in his body. He's trying to hide his resentment – and he's failing.
"Good boy."
Then Horvath smacks his ass. Erwin flinches. The omega closes his eyes, probably to keep himself from sinking his fangs into the owner's throat.
"The Commander thinks it's a shame you're not a whore. It's not like we didn't try, right, Levi?"
"Can I go back to my chores?"
"Yes. Get out of our faces."
Erwin watches the scene carefully. He can only agree with his young officer — Levi is a strange specimen. An omega, small and scrawny, who exudes an intimidating alpha aura. And who has the equivalent strength, from what he saw yesterday. He turns his attention back to the owner.
"He's carrying an alpha's imprint."
"Excuse me?"
"He smells like an alpha. Faintly, yes, but I can't be mistaken. He's already been possessed by an alpha."
Horvath smiles.
"You have a fine scent, Commander! Indeed, there have been one or two occasions when the other omegas have failed to soothe him during his heat. You know how they are, omegas. I let them nest together when Levi starts squealing to be fucked. Most of the time, the others are enough, but nothing can really satisfy him except for an alpha. So when the little ones can't take proper care of him, he sneaks into my room and I'm the one who deals with him..."
He punctuates his sentence with a sickening noise. Erwin turns his glance towards the omega again. Deal with him. The hypocritical prudishness of the owner's words disgusts him.
"How come he still has heats? I thought it was in the law that all brothel employees had to be on suppressants?" asks Erwin in a cold tone.
"The whores are. But Levi is not a whore."
He considers the omega with a thoughtful look.
"I've never been able to knot him," he says in a more serious tone. "Even with a little insistence... you saw yourself how violently he can defend himself. I'm too old to fight. However, if I managed to make his belly swell, he would have no other choice but to spread his legs to buy the pup food. Then the problem would be solved."
He takes a sip of beer.
"The math is simple. I've explained it to him a hundred times. He'd make a lot more money if he was whoring with the others. Look how skinny he is. It's almost repulsive."
Erwin doesn't find the omega repulsive at all. He's thin, for sure, and of small stature. But he looks more muscular than malnourished. The owner is starting to get on his nerves.
"I guess it's up to you to raise his salary so he can eat his fill."
"And risk him buying suppressants? Haha. If you could see him in heat, Commander... Such an incredible creature is not meant to be inhibited by some decoction. No, giving him alpha cock from time to time is the only thing that still allows me to control him. Either he accepts to be a whore and I give him suppressants, like I do with the others, or he refuses and he can deal with his heat."
Erwin tries to control himself so that the other doesn't feel the hostility that is growing in him. But the accumulation of his excesses seems to have made the man's scent quite deficient.
"He's not that young anymore. I had his age estimated when I got my hands on him... He's probably in his late twenties. That's old, for a whore. I have little time left to exploit his... natural assets. And the older he gets, the harder he will be to control."
Erwin feels sorry for the omega. He lets his emotions out a little more, now that he is pretty sure the owner can't perceive them. A foolish idea comes to him.
"He can fight. Sell him to me."
"Didn't you hear me? He's impossible to control."
"I can try to bend him," Erwin says.
If that old drunk can contain Levi, even poorly, then there is no reason Erwin, who is much more dominant and in his prime, couldn't. The owner leans back in his chair and examines him carefully.
"You think yourself superior to me, Commander? More alpha than all of the other alphas? That's probably true with your soldiers. But here, I'm the pack leader. Every beta and omega in this brothel is mine. I have submitted dozens of them. How many omegas have you tamed, Commander? Besides the ones another alpha graciously lent you in exchange for a little money?"
Erwin holds his gaze. The man disgusts him, but he does not affect his confidence. He takes no pride in possessing omegas that were drawn to his bed by misery and hunger.
"Besides, I don't see why I would send such a unique creature to be devoured beyond the Walls. On the other hand, if you're looking for an omega to entertain your soldiers and warm their beds, I can offer —"
"I'm not looking for an omega," Erwin cuts in. "I don't need a whore, I need a soldier."
"Save your time, then, and don't look for that in a brothel."
Erwin purses his lips.
"So what? You intend on keeping him as a maid? You're not exploiting his body or his fighting skills. This is a waste of his potential, and you know it very well."
"I can't say you're wrong, but your proposal doesn't suit me, Commander. Make me another one."
Erwin gives him a bitter smile. As he should have guessed, the man is tough in business.
"Let's see. I confess that, probably because of my lack of knowledge of your working environment, I have trouble understanding how I could be useful to you. You make an offer, and I'll consider it."
Horvath ponders his proposition, probing his face. His fingers are tapping on the table between them. Erwin forces himself to remain impassive.
"As much as your arrogance tickles my ego," the owner says, "I have to admit you're not wrong when you point out that I'm less... alpha than you. But after all, you are a young military leader."
He pauses briefly.
"I want you to tame him," he says finally. "I want you to break him for me."
Erwin shudders.
"I want you to show him that deep down, he's just an omega ready to kneel before any alpha who can dominate him. That he's no different from the other omegas, despite his bad temper, and that his place is crouching on a mattress with his cunt at our disposal. I'll leave it up to you how you want to do it."
"I won't force him to do anything," says Erwin. "Taking advantage of the omegas' weakness is against my principles."
"How noble you are! But I don't think there will be any need to force him. Levi, darling! Come here! I don't care about that sink, come right now!"
Levi comes back to them, obviously in the last stage of annoyance.
"What do you want, now?" he barks.
"Levi, Levi, Levi..."
Horvath slips a hand around the omega's waist and pulls him close. Levi doesn't even bother to hide his disgust.
"This is Commander Smith, leader of the Survey Corps. It's one of his men you fought with yesterday."
Levi finally decides to look up at Erwin. A pale, sharp, incisive look. Erwin doesn't say anything. The power that emanates from this little omega is taking his breath away. He would do anything to get a moment alone with him. Horvath strokes Levi's temple with exaggerated gentleness.
"The Commander is here this morning because he's very upset after yesterday's incident. Physically attacking an officer is a severely punished offense, Levi."
"But he was the one to —" Levi protests.
"Shh. You know such details don't matter."
He tightens his grip on Levi again. The omega tries limply to resist, but concern is creeping into his eyes.
"The Commander has an offer for you. Either you agree of your own free will to spend a night with him, during which you will let him fuck you as he sees fit, or he will have get you tried by the Military Police. Do you know what you get for assaulting an officer? A huge fine, at best. But I'm sure we'll find a way for you to pay it back. So, what would you rather choose?"
Levi remains silent. His chin is trembling imperceptibly. When he looks at Erwin again, his eyes glow with intense hatred, and for a few seconds, the Commander is overcome with anxiety. Then he pulls himself together. He doesn't say a word, but Levi must have sensed his concern. His attitude becomes more defiant. Horvath's hand casually strokes his hip.
"Well, Levi?" Erwin says to regain some ascendancy in their silent confrontation.
"This proposal is disgusting."
"There won't be another one."
Intrigued and excited as he is by this fierce omega, he doesn't intend to let himself be stepped on.
"When is your next heat?"
Humiliated, Levi frees himself from the embrace of his boss and moves away from the table with a stiff step. Horvath lets him, satisfied.
"His next heat will be in three weeks, so don't be afraid. I keep a close eye on him. Now, where were we?"
Erwin can't take his eyes off the omega. Levi gets back on his knees to scrub the floor, so hard that he probably damages it more than he cleans it. After a few seconds, he pauses to wipe his eyes with a quick gesture.
The owner stuffs a pipe and lights it with dexterity. Erwin wrinkles his nose. The smell is atrocious. The man resumes speaking between two puffs.
"Let him taste the pleasure of being dominated by an alpha. Get him to beg you to take him. Fuck him until there's not one coherent thought left in his brains. Kill that spark of audacity in him. He has to understand where he belongs."
Erwin coughs, intoxicated by the smoke from his pipe.
"Once he's tamed, I can make him a luxury whore," Horvath adds, more to himself than to Erwin. "Lend him only to those I deem worthy of him. High-ranking alphas. One of you will eventually manage to knock him up for me."
He takes his time to appreciate this thought. Then he turns his attention back to Erwin, as if he had just remembered his presence, and looks him straight in the eye.
"It's a favor I'm asking of you, Commander. As compensation for yesterday's little brawl. These are also the only circumstances under which I would agree to give him to you... temporarily."
Erwin closes his jacket, ready to put an end to this most unpleasant conversation.
"Understood. I've been getting a little bored with whores lately and —"
"Really? Amber is one of the very best in the city. You are very demanding, Commander!"
"I'm looking for omegas that are a bit more of a... challenge for me," Erwin continues as if he hadn't been interrupted.
"This one should satisfy you," Horvath says with confidence.
"At least he holds my attention."
He stands up.
"I'll give him a week to think about the offer —"
"Oh, he'll accept it."
" — then we'll be too close to his heat."
"Very well, we have an agreement. Commander, I'm delighted to make this deal with you. I'll pass on Levi's answer, and please don't hesitate to call on me again in the future."
Erwin puts his gloves back on before shaking his hand.