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The situation Levi is in is making him believe in luck—specifically the worst luck imaginable. On top of being an idiot.

Before the sun set on this day, for the first time in a week—at least a third of this expedition—the sun shone brightly upon an endless-seeming scape of rain-sogged grassland. Land which was for all intents and purposes a battlefield with the mountains as spectators, but Levi (every Scout really) could find beauty in every blade of grass. The air embracing Levi’s face was brisk and cool.

And yet, he was sweating and dazed for the better part of the afternoon as if in the throes of fever. Every inch of leather that hugged his flesh felt like a snake constricting him. Tense too, starving for someone who never has an appetite outside the Walls. He felt like a raw nerve being perpetually clawed at.

The obvious should’ve been obvious.

Heat suppressants are far from an exact science, but it doesn’t help that he takes them inconsistently due to the array of side effects of extended use. The pills have been exclusive for expeditions for as long as Levi has been a Scout.

For this one, against his better judgment, he opted to try something new because of how it spread by word of mouth throughout the military as a whole. A gel. Better effectiveness, more natural ingredients that would lower any kind of muscles weakness, nausea, and other annoying symptoms that became a lot more deadly in Titan country.

That day he believed, or maybe he told himself, that side effects are side effects because he was blinded by the optimism that was the end to the torrential rainfall that had plagued the formation for so many days. It followed them into the final days of its planned itinerary, postponing their return by two days (as of Erwin’s most recent estimations).

So all he had to do was hold out for a little more than a day as the stubborn side effects of his new suppressants adjusted to his body and vice versa.

A fever dream, he automatically assumes as he stirs to a vague semblance of wakefulness—enough to produce a thought at least. For it’s the dead of night, he’s sweating straight through his uniform as though he’s been swimming, and a portion of the thin cover across his upper back feel hotter and heavier than a ratty cloth from a run-down husk of a house should be worth. The bumpy twin-sized bed leaves his back aching, and he’s laying on his stomach.

He smells himself immediately, and keens into his arm, soft and pitiful-sounding. How is he panting?

A growl of no voice he knows reminds him of a coyote, but it’s not one, because it comes from right above his head. An arm pokes and prods to bully under his chest.

He bristles. But something else, instinct at the base of his being, recoils in primal fear.

The size isn’t his mate, and certainly not the choking stench—that of an excited alpha stinks putrid in its unfamiliarity. It’s so powerful that he gnashes his teeth and gags.

His better instincts kick in and he snaps his elbow back into a sternum, then uses every bit of strength through his weakened body to throw himself back and send the alpha spilling and rolling across the floor. The room is blackened by night.

So he only hears the groan of confused pain, then panicked shuffling. He, frozen and wide-eyed, flinches smelling the acrid cutting stench of fear before the stranger bolts out of the room. The steps sound like a man’s; he can’t place them with a single person he knows.

Alone, he begins to tremble from head-to-toe as that primal fear sinks in properly, dual with the cold realization he was taken off-guard and almost…

Moaning miserably, he flops back down on the creaky mattress, panting wetly. He protected himself out of instinct; he’s much too weak to give chase in this state. Same in his mind. He’s only starting to process the obvious.

Like his excruciatingly tight uniform pants and, next to a cramping made of heat in his guts, his backside is wet. And he’s hungry. A ration cracker should’ve held him over for the night at least.

You have to be kidding.

The thought is conjured with fading clarity. In this state, he’s not so sure if he can even blame his attacker—who had to be exceedingly young not to immediately place Levi’s smell or the fact that he’s mated.

How long had they leered over his back, debating silently whether or not to…

He gasps sharply in fear and twists his head sharply to cover all his surroundings in a feral glare. It’s all for show. On the inside, his omega is crying out in distress

He’s shaking, his teeth are even chattering. Nothing had ever come so close to happening since he was a young teenager. Disgusting, just how soft has he become?

He’s been fucking violated.

Once confident he’s alone, he lets himself curl up into a tight ball as he decides what to do, because he can’t do nothing.

If Erwin was even remotely close-by, that wouldn’t have happened. But it’s not like they have the privilege of being near to each other outside the Walls, even at night. If it wasn’t for his stupid short-sighted decision with the suppressants, none of this would be happening.

Levi peers up at the cracked window and squints at the faintest sliver of moon. It’s barely risen; likely, Erwin is still awake and pouring over maps in the central tent in the middle of the village.

Hange, then. An alpha, but he trusts them more than anyone else (besides Erwin of course), and they’re mated. They’re sleeping in the spare bedroom down the hall, he remembers, with their respective squads spread out through the sitting room and kitchen.

After his poor judgment earlier today and its result, it’s probably fitting that he should deal with the loathing of interrupting their sleep for this.

But also, he has to, because this is dangerous. Vastly more dangerous than some weakness and nausea.

That reminder gives him the last of the strength needed to sit up and slap his socked feet on the floor. Not thinking, whimpering as the cool air touches the back of his neck, he somehow makes a blind grab for his boots and grasps them. It takes ten times the effort to pull them on than it should take, though.

His knees quake as he inches down the hall, with the wall to keep him upright. He uses his arm so as to not touch its disgusting surface with his bare hand.

Ages later, he pats on the flimsy wood door he knows Hange, and their mate Moblit, is behind. Hopefully the latter answers.

While he waits on short, baited breath, he makes himself one with the wall as much as possible, his expression perpetually twisted in a cringe. He hears a bit of shuffling.

Please.

A whine threatens to touch his voice. Pitifully, he props up his elbow with his other arm and knocks. Some confused tones, more shuffling.

The door opens inward and reveals Hange with their hair a wild mess, like a horse’s tail, and their glasses barely clinging to their nose. They hold a candle, which they almost drop at the sight—and overwhelming stink—of him.

“Ah—Huh?” They take a step back and plug their nose shut. “Levi??”

He flinches, looking away, swallowing. “…I need… your help.”

“Okay,” they say. A lilt of panic, but even forced reassurance feels like complete relief.

They cough just a little and quickly retreat. Levi spots a lump on the floor, Moblit still asleep. He must’ve been drinking.

Even just standing here and using that much brainpower saps at his meager strength. Dropping to the floor is painfully appealing; tearing off his sticky and oppressive clothes if he had any strength to. At the same time… still afraid, so vividly aware of how vulnerable he is in this state, he’s so tense he can scarcely breathe. A dense fog of confusion, need, fear, lust—gets mixed up inside his mind in an unrecognizable mess. His body betrays him; more slick trickles down his thighs as an alpha he trusts nears him.

But it’s gag-inducing. Just another reminder that his mate isn’t here. He hisses lightly through his teeth in distress as a large cloak falls around his shoulders.

His eyes shut tightly. Need…

He twitches away from the heat of their body in close distance. Their smell is naturally pungent, but overly sharp to his nose now, like sweet cough drops that have sat in the summer sun too long.

“Oh, you’re really messed up… Stay still, Levi.”

He does his best so they aren’t forced to touch him. A chilly balm that coats his nostrils in sharp peppermint touches his bare neck, which Hange smears like a necklace.

“It’s gonna be fine. This will help, then you can stay with Moblit. I’ll tell Erwin.”

They coat the balm on his wrists.

“No,” he rasps.

“No??“

"He’ll go crazy if he learned about this and didn’t…” He trails off weakly, humiliated.

It’s not like Erwin is controlling—actually he’s so gentlemanly it drives him up the walls of his heart at times. But Erwin is more protective than even his words could credit himself for. At no other time is that more true than out in the field, and here they are, out in the field while his mate is in heat.

Not going to him isn’t an option. Erwin would just march right over to make a strategy and scent him up and down until his head was level if Hange went alone.

“Besides…”

“What is it? Did… something happen?”

He bows his head, knuckles tight clinging to the doorway as Hange drags the balm as close to his thighs as they dare.

“Some asshole… got in while I was sleeping. I don’t know how long they were there. But they tried to…”

“Fuck,” they hiss. There’s nothing else to say. “Are you okay?”

He growls, “Do I look even a little—”

“Okay, okay. Right… seeing Erwin would be for the good of your health too. I’m sorry that happened.”

His chest wracks, like a sob, but dry.

“Let’s hurry.”

If waiting for Hange felt like hours, the walk—Hange helping to keep him standing—feels like it takes a whole day. Hours, and yet less than a few minutes.

The night air should be crisp and cool to his lungs, but the sharp shift in temperature just leaves him squirming under his own skin. Instead of purely the summer night air, he smells burnt charcoal, the pollen of a dozen different types of flowers, and meaty juice from dinner combined with the distinct scent of blood from their injured in a passing tent. On top of all that, he smells Hange’s apprehension. His guilt is like a tangible mass filling his stomach.

At some point they stop walking, making him sway. Hange calls out Erwin’s title.

“Don’tcomeout! We have… a personal problem.”

No, it’s useless, he tries to say. He ends up staring dumbly at the tent flap. Light glows within.

There’s quiet, and then, Levi hears his voice. Calm enough, but Levi knows Erwin far too well not to sense stress in it.

“…Is Levi with you?”

He moans as his knees finally give out on him. At the last second Hange stops him from collapsing, but his legs continue to quake. Hange’s hand slaps over their mouth as he proceeds to whine. He doesn’t hear any of it.

“Y-Yes, sir.”

The tent flaps sway open, shining a light that momentarily blinds him. He just closes his eyes with his head hanging. He knows he looks awful and pitiful—cheeks ruddy, with sweat pasting his bangs to his forehead with a constant grimace twisting his face.

Erwin says nothing, but Levi senses it all. His shock, and sudden sharp spike of anger. Possessiveness—a spike in scent that makes him want to crumble into pieces that only Erwin can reassemble. Finally safe. This desire blots out all logic, and, remembering the reason, he hunches in on himself. Erwin gasps sharply.

“Bring him here.”

Hange uncovers his mouth and consoles him with a hand gripping his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

His eyes stay closed; he goes along blindly.

From somewhere far away, Hange is explaining the situation before they even lower him onto a soft cushion near to the entrance. Wisely, Erwin doesn’t touch him, but he must’ve laid his cloak down.

His hands twitch, itching to kneed it. He crosses his arms and folds his knees to his chest. The urgency and scarce comfort in Erwin confuses him; his omega writhes.

“Levi predicted that you wouldn’t accept… proof, which is why he’s here. He’ll tell you the rest.”

Erwin gives Hange directions that he can’t make sense of with names he can’t place, void of thought. He holds his eyes closed with his nose tucked between his knees, scarcely even breathing in the alluring sweetness of his own heat.

Something zips nearby, and Hange’s steps quickly retreat.

“Levi,” Erwin says quickly.

Levi bites his tongue until the pain gives him clarity.

Erwin’s breathing is faltering and heavy suddenly, but his tone remains calm. He crouches down beside him, and a sea of comforting smells enfold him.

He whimpers, eyes shutting tight until random shapes dance in the darkness. “I fucked up.”

“Oh, Levi…”

Erwin knew about his plan. It’s not like the rainfall postponing their return helped, but he still feels shame like a poisonous ember burning his stomach.

Erwin grunts disapprovingly, he hears, at his distress.

“I’m just going to…”

Erwin’s voices comes right up against his temple, but pointed down so he doesn’t feel the heat of his breath. He touches Levi’s knee innocently enough, but it’s still like fireworks exploding in his blood in all colors. He whimpers noisily and squirms closer.

“Erwin…”

He shudders, he can even hear it. “I want to make sure you’re alright.”

Liar. Not that he can bring himself to complain. Not only does he want it, but every single instinct, every blood cell screams out for Erwin to do fucking anything with him.

He scents him, joining the peppermint stench covering him; presses his forehead to the base of his jaw and draws his fingertips down the underside of his wrists. Erwin’s nose and lips press down on the nape of his neck and the slightly raised scar that signifies their mating. Levi croons, raising his own shaking hand, and drapes his palm over Erwin’s.

A growl unlike anything he’s ever heard from Erwin—something violent, burning, and primal—shakes Levi all the way through his bones. He goes completely limp as Erwin suddenly wraps him up tightly. Even the way he’s scenting his neck and face can be called aggressive.

“Somebody tried to touch you,” he states, leaving absolutely no room for debate.

Levi nods, whimpering until his throat feels tight and his omega is quivering, seeking safety.

“Who? Did you see their face?”

He recounts what happened in weak, faltering sentences. They both know Levi is the type of person who would try to sweep an incident like this under the rug.

“I just mmessed up,” Levi slurs.

“It’s not at all your fault.”

This statement also leaves no room for debate. Normally he would argue; he just whimpers and turns his head to nuzzle Erwin’s chest. The abrasive material of his bolo tie brushes his cheek, but his shirt is at least soft. Smelling of old sweat and grit, but something pure and constant, unmistakably Erwin. It’s gotten stuffy inside this tent.

"Don’t… Don’t be stupid and kill someone over it.”

A guttural sigh rumbles in his chest. His hand slides from Levi’s waist to the outside of his thigh, and strokes up and down in comforting motions.

Levi’s nails bite into the nape of his neck and his thighs clamp shut, moaning something bordering-on agonized when he tips weakly over the edge of climax.

Erwin clamps his mouth shut as his voice spills out, holding him close as his entire body quakes. Sticky heat floods and wets his crotch and upper thigh.

“Oh, Levi, I’ve got you, I’ve got you…”

It’s pitiful, pitiful. He’s prepared to flop on his belly and rip his clothes off if he has to when the waves fade away. It’s even worse now. It’s much more swollen that before, with an added emptiness that’s downright agonizing.

“I’m sorry—” he chokes.

“Shhh… There’s no need to be embarrassed,“ Erwin soothes, rocking him slightly. It also comes off as a command. Maybe it’s for himself, too.

“Please, please… Please… A-Alpha,” he whispers the last part, seeking refuge in the strong and steady beat in Erwin’s left chest.

Erwin’s lips fall to the rigid scar on his nape, kissing hot and open-mouthed with a pinch of his teeth, a gentle warning that if he doesn’t stop, he’ll be forced to put him in a scuff hold.

He gives up immediately, denying his body and instincts. Tears instantly fill his shut eyes.

“You’ll go with Hange, and stay with those I trust to keep you safe,” Erwin directs, his voice a low scrape from his chest. He scents his throat as he explains this. “I need you to endure this a little longer. Will you do that for me?”

He grinds his jaw until it aches. For Erwin, he finds it in himself to drunkenly nod.

—

Erwin loosened his bolo tie, and draped it around Levi’s neck before Hange came and retrieved him. He knew if it was tight, it’d be stifling, so he kept it loose and tucked under his shirt collar so as to not irritate the nape of his neck.

Levi would clutch it, digging his nails into his own palm with such desperation—until the jewel was slippery with his sweat.

All night, he didn’t sleep a single wink, surrounded by Petra, Moblit, and Oluo in a tent outside all their own, separated from the rest of the corps. Petra and Oluo are betas; having an additional omega in Moblit cuddling with him was soothing, at least, as he choked on whines and squirmed for hours next to two friends who don’t understand his strife.

Perhaps, every now and then, he drifted in and between the veil of blank sleep, only to be dragged backwards by pain of need. Calling it torture sounds overdramatic.

But it was.

And it is.

His omega doesn’t understand—maybe can’t. Levi has put aside the mind-bending agony of a broken femur to come out the other side of a shitty situation alive and with his integrity intact, but this is different, and the rays of morning light brings no relief.

Mourning doves are still crooning, the village silent when he’s helped under the cover of a sick wagon and wrapped in tarp that must’ve been rubbed feverishly with peppermint leaf. What’s more, the only clothes he’s wearing that are his are his underwear: Moblit’s cloak is wrapped around him, with a blouse donated by Petra and trousers by Oluo to do more to cover up the stench of his heat. Every article was dampened in peppermint oil.

What a waste. He’s sickeningly aware of how worthless he is in this state. Or no—worse than worthless, because he’s the equivalent of distracting dead weight.

He wants to spit at the discrimination omegas are so well-known for facing in the military like he always has, but he literally can’t even argue. He’s an awful burden, and outside the Walls at that. People could die because of him—have they already?

Levi’s head tosses within the darkness encompassing him. His hearing is tuned as a result: the occasional discharge of a colored flare (he wishes he could place the sound with the color), the grinding wheels carrying the wagon squeal at random intervals, beside the occasional drop in his stomach when they ride over the occasional patch of uneven terrain. It makes him nervous. The vibrations probe at his nerves, all while he sweats through every layer of the clothes donated to him. His mind spins with so many emotions he feels numb, including a close relative to grief. On top of his heat, the air outside is warm and heavy from the days of rain, leaving him suffocating.

Moblit rides up next to the wagon from time to time to check on him. Each time the clopping of horse hooves near, the only person he can think of is Erwin.

But it never is.

What decisions has Erwin been forced to make because of him?

Levi whimpers in shock when someone peeks in between the cloth shroud.

Erwin?

It’s Moblit as usual. He proudly informs him that they’re finally closing in on Trost’s gate.

Guiltily, he hardly finds it within himself to feel relief. It’s too much strain on his strength to even turn over onto his back; curled up much like a fetus, he makes a noise to show he understands. He sounds calm enough while he trembles from head to toe from the torture of his heat’s claws sunken into his very core.

His omega writhes. He needs. He needs.

"Please, try not to worry for much longer, Levi. The Commander has everything taken care of,” Moblit soothes behind his head.

At the mention of him, Levi squeezes the emerald jewel stick to his bare chest until his knuckles ache. Erwin. He misses him. His hips squirm aimlessly as more slick gets trapped between his ass and thighs.

He tries to ask how it’s all be going, but only whines nonsense instead.

An omega is almost as sensitive to another omega’s pheromones as their mate. He hears Moblit flinch, but his words continue to reassure him.

No one is fighting anymore—haven’t for a few hours. They’re very close.

“We’re close to the gate now. You hear the cart slowing down…?”

“Ngh—uh—uh-huh.”

“Good. You’re going to HQ directly. Petra and Oluo will help out from there.”

He bites his lip until he tastes copper.

—

He’s not actually walking. With his heat in full-swing, Oluo and Petra have his arms supported all the way to the officers’ building and up the stairs. He keeps his eyes trained on their pairs of feet; he watches them move forward when his eyes aren’t closed, faintly reassured by their continuing progress.

“Almost there,” Petra reassures him.

“That’s right. We’ve got you, Captain. It’s the least we could do.”

He almost wishes they would shut up. God, Erwin is the only consolation he needs—the only one that would work. This is such a waste on him.

But then again, all Erwin would need to do is bat his eyelashes at him, and he’d present himself any which way he wanted.

But there’s no other ranking more important than Commander, and besides, he’s sure Erwin is getting questions because of Levi’s absence. If even a single person got it into their head that he died, in Erwin’s words, it’d be a disaster.

He understands all of that logically. Why Erwin isn’t here to help him; why he hasn’t seen even a hair of him in half a day now.

But larger parts of him don’t. He notices himself mumbling something. Petra, in a reassuring tone, shushes him, and once again he hears Erwin’s name.

He gnarls his jaw in frustration. There’s not even room inside him right now to grasp how eternally thankful he is to these two.

Later.

Levi is panting by the time their steps halt. Petra on his right shifts away to get the door open, but it feels like sandpaper on bare skin. He whines in total misery, head hanging low. He tries not to lean on Oluo too much, but fails.

“We’re here, Captain,” Petra announces. A heavy door swings open, and they stumble in. It shuts firmly.

Levi raises his head, dazed. Saliva floods his mouth. This is Erwin’s office, and the smell of him hanging around alone makes his knees give out on him for the second time in a day.

His knees throb—everything is aching, throbbing or just plain heavy to hold. Like butter scalded to the surface of a pan that’s much too burning hot. His thighs tremble.

“Captain!”

In order to preserve what’s left of his dignity, if there’s any, he clutches his cape to shield his crotch.

“I’m sorry…”

“No, it’s okay to need help. You do so much for us, of course we’d do this one thing,” says Petra. “Just a little bit more.”

They help him back up.

Levi lets them help him to the mouth of the hallway that opens up into Erwin’s personal sitting room and attached kitchen; straight ahead is another short hallway with the bathroom and bedroom on either side. He drags his heels.

“Stop—this is far enough. I’m thankful, but, just, please, don’t bother.”

Their mutual silence is troubled.

“Captain…” Oluo starts.

“…No, let’s go, if you think you’ll be okay,” says Petra. “Just rest.”

“I’ll drag the Commander here myself if I have to!”

“Oluo…”

Levi grunts, using the wooden wall to lean on as Petra and Oluo take their leave. He stands there, nostrils flaring and knees trembling, until he can no longer hear their footsteps.

With that, he slides to the floor, landing on his backside.

He’s out of breath as if he ran all the way here, sweating like he’s been pushing his body under a hot sun for hours. Standing at this point… Just thinking about it makes him deflate.

He opens his eyes, not having realized he closed them, and starts pulling on his short jacket. It drops, followed by his strewn cravat he whips to the floor. He’s unzipping his boot with one hand and unbuttoning his shirt with the other—just enough to get it over his head as soon as he tears off these damn belts.

He yanks and pulls until they loosen enough to dump his back harness off. As the pressure disappears from his swollen pecs, he whimpers in utter relief.

His head is fallen back against the wall as his belt clinks. Along with it he finally yanks his shirt free from its tuck, and pulls it, gruelingly, over his head. His skin is burning.

Now his lower half—belts, belts and more belts. His boots clunk as they hit the floor. He toes his socks off his sore feet along with the bandages, and finally by god, shoves his pants and boxers down to his knees. They fall and pool around his ankles as his swollen painful cock slaps his belly, glistening, as it’s slathered in sticky precum. Instantly sticky slick starts to drip to the floor.

He hisses when he opens his eyes, squirming. What a mess. All that’s left is Erwin’s bolo tie, the firm twine wrapped in his hand.

He spreads his legs and keens. His hips, with a mind of their own, raise and squirm from side to side, cock throbbing thickly.

“Fuck…” he whines, head falling back again. The searing, silky feel of Erwin’s mouth flashes in his mind.

Thinking nothing, he wraps his cock in his fist, and with a few sloppy pumps in quick succession. The back of his head slams the wall, his thick thighs quivering.

He cries out soundlessly as his climax surges. Cum squirts over his knuckles and splatters his heaving navel.

As he deflates, panting, he keens in utter misery. If anyone were around, he’d be caught already.

Reminded of his perilous situation, he drops to his hands and knees, head hanging in shame as he goes about crawling to the bedroom. The very last thread tethering his body to his rational mind is withering. Right about now, he imagines Erwin rushing up behind him and pushing him down into a tight kneel, then plunging his cock deep inside.

He moans, wobbling. More slick drools from his hole and runs down the backs of his thighs. It smells, like milk and honey.

Fucking hurry.

—

Erwin charges up the stairs like a man on a mission—which he very well is. As soon as his very immediate responsibilities were through, he practically teleported to the officers’ building. At least the fact the expedition went well enough sped the process along.

As he reaches the hall his chambers are on, his jaw slackens. Just a faint whiff, but Levi’s heat is so strong, it hangs in the air down the hall.

Erwin burns. He’s been burning. Rather his alpha snapping and barking on the inside in unbearable longing and frustration. Frustration and longing for neglecting Levi for so long while he was without a doubt suffering under the cover of a sick wagon. For an excess of half a day.

Instead of grateful, the fact that he had to pass off the responsibility of caring for Levi to anyone besides himself makes him seethe. He can’t help but feel like an utter failure as an alpha, and more importantly, Levi’s mate.

He sips air through his parted lips as the door to his personal chambers shuts behind him. He stumbles to the mouth of the hallway as if drunk, and spots a complete mess of clothing and leather belts haphazardly dumped and strewn on the floor. A faint little pool of slick marks where Levi must’ve collapsed.

Saliva floods his mouth. He even hears himself growl as he, ironically, yanks off his own jacket. The rest of his clothes go too on the way to the bedroom as a growing fever heats his blood hotter and hotter.

He’s going into rut.

On the other side of the bedroom door, he hears the mattress creaking.

A unique desperation crashes into him like a man seconds away from succumbing to drowning. He should’ve met Levi in this bedroom a day ago.

The moment he steps in the bedroom, the sweet stench of Levi’s heat cramping the air makes Erwin crumble against the door, shutting it. He locks it while his gaze is glued to the scene in front of him—Levi naked in their bed and keening into a pillow as he humps a small mound of clothes under his hips. The nest he’s buried in in general is a hastily strewn lumpy mound—completely out of character for someone who holds neatness and perfection so highly.

But really he’s surprised he found the strength to make a nest at all.

In the top corner of the bed, the tightly fitted sheet sags, ripped from its tuck. Levi’s plump round backside and the backs of his thighs thickly glisten.

Levi hid it poorly yesterday, but Erwin is still shocked by the wrecked state of him.

As his naked ass sways from side to side, he’s quickly snapped out of his stupor when his fully swollen cock throbs thickly. He should stop thinking.

“Oh… My poor omega.” Erwin breathes, inhaling Levi’s honeyed stench, so tantalizing, his cock aching.

Levi whips his head sharply and sees him, without stopping. In fact he speeds up as the pain in his eyes widens to desperation. His mussed bangs almost obscure them. He gasps, and a thin line of drool falls down the side of his mouth.

As if Erwin has any intentions of waiting any longer.

Levi presents himself—raises his ass up, spreading his legs and digging his knees into the bed. Toes curled. His heavy balls as just barely visible between his thick, pale thighs.

“Er-Erwin, hurr—”

Erwin charges to the bed and climbs on top, mounting his omega. He’s absolutely drenched in sweat; his back feels stuck to Erwin’s front as soon as they meet in a sea of heat and swirling tongues. Half of Levi’s whines and croons are sounds he’s never heard him make, and it’s the same for the groan that roars in his own chest as he shoves his girth between his asscheeks and ruts feverishly to get his cock wet. He’s fucked out as if they’ve been going for hours.

Levi shoves his ass back, grabbing at his hair and hands, bunting his neck like it’s been months since they last saw each other instead of just yesterday.

“Erwin, Erwin Erwin—”

“I know, I know—”

"Fuckin’ took you long enough…” Levi chirps delighted as Erwin’s tongue rubs the shell of his ear, drinking in his pheromones. “You’re fuckin’ in rut…?”

“I’m here now,” he groans. He brings his hand under Levi, rubs through his taint to get them nicely wet and sinks three deep inside him. Their size difference is enough for it to be easy.

Levi yowls, much like a cat, purring almost.

Erwin closes Levi’s thick thighs between his own and pushes his cock through as much of a gap between as he can stand. Even like this, he’s wet and his firm thighs are oven-warm—the friction is incredible.

With his face buried in his throat, he growls suddenly as his supple insides tightly squeeze them. Now that he’s this close to Levi, though it’s slight, he smells the remnants of Oluo’s and Petra’s having been near him. Even though they’re just betas, his alpha is viciously displeased.

Levi is squirming too much for his liking. Not thinking, he bites down on the nape of his neck, his mating scar, and sinks in his teeth. Fine twine, his pendant around his neck, pressed against his chin as Levi’s pheromones, the sensations pure sex, flood out. Levi cries out and falls completely limp, helpless to the fingers plunging in and out of him and the cock fucking his thighs.

“Ngh, EErwin… Fuckinghurry—‘m open enough, just fucking put your cock in me already!”

He’s lying, but he feels it just as much as Levi, just how much his hole is aching for his cock. More slick runs down Erwin’s palm as if to support Levi’s point.

He can’t take this anymore either.

Just mouthing his nape now, he slips his fingers out of him and gives Levi the room back to spread his knees as his huge palm presses firmly on his lower back, forcing him to present.

With the other, he grabs hold of Levi’s ass, squeezing as hard as he can, and pushes his fat cockhead past Levi’s puffy rim. Not even an inch in, Levi moans needy and high and backs his ass up, sinking his cock inside for him.

That marks the end of Erwin’s patience. With a hardy groan, he slams in, and revels in the wet slap when his balls smack Levi’s ass.

Levi shouts, almost a cathartic scream that’s ripped from his very soul. The force almost knocks his knees out from under him, yet he’s still canting his ass back incessantly, even as slight whines of pain slip out.

He’s too tight.

“Shhh,” Erwin sighs in his ear. His teeth dig into his nape and puts him in another scuff hold, more soothing this time. This is for his own good. Levi croons softly, but doesn’t struggle.

Erwin suckles. As his warm insides grow pliant and part around his massive shaft properly, he clutches Levi’s hand, drawing shapes on his knuckles soothingly. Levi needs time, even while his body demands what it craves by quivering around his cock so tightly in pleas for movement. Erwin hums, a low scrape in his throat.

He tongues Levi’s mating scar, brows furrowing. He grinds his balls against his hole in the slightest movements.

Levi starts tensing, panting giving way to whining. “Nghh… Erv…Ervy, thas too much…”

"Mm…?”

Erwin in his foggy mind starts to slowly understand as the contractions of his soft insides become shorter and tighter—then all at once when a wet sob escapes Levi.

“Hah… Dammit, fuck!”

Erwin takes Levi’s pulsing cock and strokes rapidly as Levi convulses weakly under the electric waves of his sudden orgasm, and his silky walls massage his shaft and tip. Suddenly his walls gush around him. He watches Levi go cross-eyed.

“Fuck—” Erwin gasps, rocking his hips rapidly as cum spills between his knuckles, “—ah, there you go, baby, there you go…”

As he starts to come down, Erwin lets his nape go and resolves to soothing the pain in apologetic licks.

He starts rocking his hips and fucking Levi properly, slow and controlled at first, then, as Levi’s walls start clinging to his cock for just these slight movements with his omega crooning for more—he hammers in harder and faster. He’s swollen already, struggling to slam in near the base. Exhilaration flashes behind his eyes, jaw falling slack as his rut falls over him like a thick blanket.

“Oh god, Levi… You feel so good, I can’t stop…”

Levi’s response is a feral cry.

Gripping Levi’s hip with perfect strength, his control unravels. He pins Levi’s chest back so he isn’t jostled forward by the strength behind his thrusts. The squelching is loud when their bodies meet, and just getting more slick in preparation for Erwin’s knot.

In the heat of it all, Levi might’ve come untouched by his crying yell, but it’s honestly hard to tell the difference when he’s this feral in response to being stuffed with cock.

"Good boy, Levi…”

Levi gets tighter when he praises him.

He growls with his teeth bared in Levi’s throat. His fucking becomes rough. It’s so big this time, and Levi is just so small. He resorts to grinding. Their entire mattress seems to lurch.

Finally, it catches, with a slick pop. A shudder wracks Levi’s entire body as his hole is stretched impossibly wider by his firm, bulging knot.

“Fu—ck—” Levi moans.

His knot locks their bodies together. He grinds as hard and deep as he possible can, rutting just like a feral animal, fucking his mate on instinct only.

There’s the shift, indiscernible but unmistakable, in Erwin’s pheromones that makes Levi’s body light with anticipation, a match about to strike. The exhilaration borders on sending him into hysterics. He hears himself mumbling nonsense, but his voice keeps breaking from screaming earlier.

Erwin ruts forcefully one more time, and finally, groans so loudly in his ear that it shakes Levi to his bones. His teeth close on his tender neck, right over his scent glands. His superior size and tight grip pins him in place as his knot throbs, gushing, flooding his insides with his first load of warm cum.

His toes curl as Erwin’s bite begins to hurt, combined with one deliciously hot spurt after another filling him, finally feeling full, his eyes roll back in his head.

Levi’s climax is only signaled by a sharp squeal. It doesn’t feel possible to fit so much pleasure in his body, and Erwin isn’t even touching his cock. He feels his mind dissociate from his body, focus and desire narrowing to just this, what feels the most right—getting bred by his alpha like some breeding bitch.

“F—…Fu—”

Time stretches on only in intervals between being pinned in a drunken heat-stupor, and a burst of movement in Erwin rutting against his ass, and having another load of cum spilling inside him.

At some point, Erwin’s hand drags down. The satisfied crooning noise Erwin makes in his ear, next to the sudden realization that his muscular navel has become slightly round, makes him cry out again. It comes out of nowhere, just when he was quieting; he screams low in his throat as his insides quiver in tight, rhythmic pulses. His balls drain onto the bedspread again.

Poor thing, Erwin manages to think.

“Good boy. Poor angel,” Erwin groans, panting, “So pent-up, weren’t you.”

“Uh-huh,“ he gasps. ”Aah—ah… Yeahfuck…“

Erwin’s balls clap against his ass as his omega mumbles deliriously, soft insides twitching and squeezing to coax as much cum deep inside as possible.

Erwin licks up his tears of pleasure, moaning. It’s almost done, but his knot isn’t shrinking in the slightest.

“Ervy yes… yes…”

“A-Ah.” He growls.

Seconds later, a small peak washes over him again. He humps in fits, and when he’s only throbbing again, the sweetest moan falls off Levi’s lips.

"Mhm?”

“Mm,” Levi rasps. “Don’ stop… Don’ ever stop...”

They calm slowly—at least easing into a state resembling calm. Levi shivers when he notices the first low rumbles—Erwin is actually purring. He can tell it’s instinctive by how gentle it sounds.

But he can’t relax, unfortunately. He’s complete satisfied, and yet… the past half-day just hasn’t caught up with him yet. He plants his face back in the damp pillow, and a fitful whine gets lost in it.

Erwin’s hand appears, pinned almost between the damp sheets and his sloppy cock. He jolts in place and moans weakly. It’s hard again.

“Poor, poor angel…”

Erwin wraps one arm around Levi’s slender waist, and the other around his thigh so he can maneuver them onto their sides smoothly. His knot isn’t jostled, and Levi’s body is as pliant as a doll’s.

Levi has no idea what he’s planning, but he can’t bring himself to ask nor care. His mind swims in the fog of heat; all that concerns him is staying pliant like a good omega. When Erwin murmurs praise, his omega inside sings.

Every three months that is his one concern. But he can’t even bring himself to feel disdain towards that instinct for once.

That says more about Erwin than himself. Erwin is his person.

Still, it took Levi years to consent to being mated to him. He never doubted Erwin’s stupefyingly high patience, but Erwin’s vow that none of his feelings would change if Levi told him to stop waiting contributed highly; even if it never happened, Erwin would love and trust him implicitly the same.

He understands it. Even now, their bond penetrates deeper than even one between an alpha and omega.

Levi didn’t notice Erwin had started rocking again until his cock, engulfed in his big fist, twitches. His arm is hooked under the bend of his knee, keeping his leg hiked up and his cock impaling him deep. His distended belly bulges slightly.

“Ah…” He seeks purchase from Erwin’s bicep as his hips start slapping his ass again. His harsh breathing fans his neck.

“Mhm?”

“Yeah, fu—"—Erwin wraps his tip in his fist, and twists his wrist with sudden speed—"fuck, fuck fuck, Erwin…!”

Erwin growls right in his ear, hammering into him in that ruthless, trance-like state again, his teeth falling back down to his mating mark. His lips close on it and bite.

“Need to come, need to come…” Levi is muttering, drawing tense. “Oh fuck… Erwin!”

Erwin groans as Levi tightens up again, pulsing in perfect rhythmic motions. Cum squirts across his knuckles and spatters Levi’s rounded navel. He writhes endlessly, but Erwin holds him still through the waves of ecstasy.

His insides milk his knot. With a breathless grunt, he grips Levi’s quivering thigh hard enough to bruise while his cock eagerly throbs and pumps another load inside the heat of his body. His muscles visibly strain to hold Levi’s infamously nonstop squirming still to satisfy his one instinct of his rut—to breed him.

“Yes—fuck!” Levi gasps, keening.

Finally he collapses again, panting like mad. His warm insides twitch weakly, loosening and becoming soft once again.

Erwin’s hand lays to rest on Levi’s bulging belly again. He feels a bead of sweat roll down his temple, and begins to purr again, sensing the sweat pasting Levi’s back to his front, and his still-swollen knot firmly plugging him with his cum.

He dips his chin, licking the salty sweat off Levi’s own temple. He also discovers scabbed blood on his throat—where he bit earlier. He kisses the raw wound apologetically, then starts grooming that, too.

“Ah…” Levi moans.

Erwin grips Levi’s plump thigh with a sudden force and groans, nails biting as his knot drains more hot cum into him. He shudders, along Levi’s sigh of bliss.

After that day of lonely unbearable suffering, he’s finally, finally able to relax.

Erwin kisses his damp cheek, closing in on his lips until Levi turns his head, and they meet. They haven’t gotten to kiss this gently in weeks. Lazy and pliant, Levi opens up for his tongue to mingle with his.

Curious, Erwin loosely strokes Levi’s messy cock again, not shocked to find it’s grown half-hard. Finally, he’s tiring out.

He presses it down to his swollen belly, and rubs.

Levi breaks their kiss with a string of saliva still connecting them to whine, brows furrowed. “Ah—full…”

“But your body knows what it needs, hm?”

“Yeah—yeah, Ervy—”

The word is punctuated by snaps of Erwin’s hips in rapid succession. As his knot drains more, he moans into Levi’s throat shakily. He’s clenching around him on purpose.

“Please,” he all but weeps. “B-Breed me.”

“Mm, I’ll take care of you,” he promises, kissing his cheek, down his sharp jaw. He engulfs his cock in a proper fist, pumping firmly.

“H-Hah…”

“I’m going to move us again… You just relax. I’ll take care of everything.”

Levi obeys him like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and it is.

He gathers up his middle, and uses his superior size to manage doing the same to both of Levi’s legs, then, carefully, shifts around onto his back. Levi’s soft-smelling hair tickles his lips and chin as he comes to relax; his thick thighs rest outside his own, which forces them spread wide.

Levi sighs in complete bliss as he cradles him in his arms. Erwin rocks his hips, his knot now shifting, making it possible to fuck him more properly again.

“Ngh…”

“Lee,” he gasps. His hold tightens abruptly, he freezes, and spills a little more heat inside him.

So full.

Erwin notices that they’re bordering on losing friction, Levi is so wet and full inside, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He breathes in the contentment Levi is giving off, and licks his neck to taste it at the source. Levi’s thick cock twitches weakly, barely hard as he whimpers, over-sensitive.

At a time like this, he feels one with him. Levi inhaling is him exhaling in a single moment. Levi’s heart, his heart. Erwin’s push of pleasure onto him, Levi’s pull, like the motion between the tide and the shore.

Finally his knot will go down soon. Levi will need a plug; he’s much more sleepy and satisfied to stay full when the time comes to separate, eat, and bathe before his next peak comes. And, Levi suffering a drop is inevitable if he doesn’t.

Erwin’s hands wander lazily from the wide planes of Levi’s thighs to his muscular belly. His skin is warm like a fireplace. He traces his scars. Feels clearly his slight twitching and squirming as Erwin rubs his firm nipples and rocks inside with a degree of lazy.

“Like this?” Erwin whispers.

“Ye-Yeah.” Levi’s head nods back, giving him ample space to lick over his scent glands and drink him in.

“Does it feel nice?”

“Alpha… Ah.”

“Can you give me one more?”

Levi groans as Erwin’s hand closes on his heavy balls, fondling them, as if to milk another climax from him. “More, more…”

An order Erwin gladly fulfills.

He moves faster. With each deep punch of his hips, fucking his tender prostate, Levi keens, and between his jerking thighs, his cock starts peaking. His head falls back on Erwin’s shoulder.

Erwin suddenly stalls inside—he was so focused on Levi that he hardly noticed—a moan yanked from his chest. His knot drains again.

“Fuck…”

Erwin wraps his fist around Levi’s cock, and rubs his slit. He stiffens, more and more, forcing him to stop squirming. He feels it, and Levi must feel it—his hole trickling slick in anticipation for another orgasm. He watches his toes curl into the sheets, and like an instinct, wipes the drool he finds dripping down Levi’s chin from his perpetually gaping mouth.

“Erwin Erwin Erwin Erwin—”

Levi whines sharply in his ear as he peaks, every inch of his body trembling under borderline painful waves of pleasure. He tightens rhythmically around his cock again, milking it for all he has left to give.

Soon after, his cum floods inside Levi for the final time while his messy cock is still twitching.

Levi’s toes curl from the sensation alone, even though it hurts at this point for Erwin to hump him so hard, and the blood in his veins which was before burning is calm. This is his favorite part of getting knotted by him, when it’s softening and shrinking, but his instincts force him to pound his ass as hard and deep as he possibly can for it to take. It won’t of course, not really, but that doesn’t stop it from feeling incredible.

That’s it.

When Erwin is finally still and they each collapse, he takes Levi’s hand off his scratched bicep, and presses it on his loose, puffy hole just after he slips out to keep his loads from gushing out.

Even still, a long time is reserved for catching their breaths. How long were they at it… hours? Erwin closes his eyes, and listens to Levi softly purr, head resting on his shoulder.

“…I’ll be right back,” Erwin finally says, and pecks Levi’s sweaty temple. “Hold it for me.”

“Mm.”

Erwin squirms carefully out from under him, and lays Levi down himself to make sure he’s comfortable within his nest of clothes, certainly making sure that his quaking thighs are resting.

Of course, there wasn’t time to prepare anything. So he hurries, shifting a towel aside inside the lowest cabinet and plucking up the small, glass jewelry box. It’s ornate—the box it came in—but Levi simply wouldn’t have it any other way because he understood how expensive he was even though Erwin wouldn’t tell him. Such as the special design, a green jewel at the end. Ironically, they’ve actually used that pendant in the bedroom before… but it simply wasn’t possible for this use.

With it washed, he returns to Levi who hasn’t moved an inch. The one sign he’s not asleep is his hand still holding his cum inside. He looks fucked-out, frankly. The sweat coating his pale skin makes his naked body appear to glimmer—especially his soft messy cock, his taint, and firm ass. And so many reddish bruised marks peppering his neck, the crescent moon-shaped intentions dig into his thighs all over, sticky cum streaking, smearing his belly.

The bed dips and squeaks with Erwin’s weight, and as he kneels between his legs, Levi finally cracks open his eyes. They’re full of naked affection as Erwin takes his hand and quickly replaces it with the silver metal plug. He works it inside effortlessly.

Levi sighs, fingertips ghosting the jewel as if to marvel at it through feeling alone. He lays back, his arms above his head, which accentuates his rounded belly.

Erwin kisses the side of his knee as he places his hand upon it, just to hold, warm with pride. Levi begins purring again.

Erwin lays next to him, and takes him into his arms from behind. Levi purrs louder.

“You did so well, absolutely perfect,” Erwin murmurs over his shoulder. “You’re perfect.”

“Mm,” he hums shyly. “Yeah, well…” He mumbles something else.

“Hm?”

He mumbles. “…You did a good job.”

Erwin chuckles. Beaming, actually. “I’m curious. Anything else?”

“Ugh…” Levi grumbles unintelligibly. He can tell he’s summoning all his bravery to give a worthy compliment. “…Yer… good-lookin’ with yer hair all messy.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

Levi gives him a scowl, the laziest possible. “You’re more.”

“More what?”

“…More gorgeous.”

“You’re the most gorgeous.”

Now he glares lazy daggers at him, who just lays smiling at him. “You’re…!”

He pities him a little, honestly.

“…fl-flawless. Except…” Levi turns his head back around. “…ugh, dammit… I’m too tired for this.”

He laughs then, boisterously despite how exhausted he is. “Let’s get you some water and a bath. Does anything hurt?”

He shakes his head. “Let’s stay like this for a little,” he mumbles, his lips pulling down.

Extremely odd for Levi not to demand a bath right away on top of these damp sheets. He must really have missed him…

Knowing Levi will put his foot down later, he cradles him in his arms a touch more firmly, and kisses his temple, then scenting him there.

“I have you all taken care of.”