#alpha!eren

That was a new one. Usually, it was a bunch of fat alpha and male beta bastards who thought Levi would spread his legs for them just because he was an unmated omega. He had hoped those advances would stop now that he wasn’t unmated but if anything, the teeth in his throat seemed to egg those disgusting bastards on, seeing that someone had managed to pull the untouchable omega bitch in. It made them think that if they tried just a little harder, Levi would let them fuck him, too, and Levi was sick and tired of all these dumbfucks whispering how they would make him feel so good, so much better than whatever alpha had scent marked him. 

It would be funny how desperate the fuckers were to bed him if it wasn’t driving Levi insane to constantly have to stop himself from mutilating them—while also keeping Eren from catching wind of what they were saying and straight up murdering everyone and putting their heads on display.

This, however… This was different.

Taking a deep, measured breath, Levi tilted his head to the side a little to allow the golden mark on his skin to peek over the collar of his shirt. “You’re welcome to join my squad’s training, though I doubt my alpha would appreciate it.”

“Oh… I…” she trailed off, clearly taken aback. She took a deep breath, sniffing the air carefully until her eyes went wide and she excused herself, all but fleeing in embarrassment.

Levi rolled his eyes, taking a long sip of the drink in his glass. He was too sober to deal with this bullshit.

Unfortunately, being left alone was clearly too much to ask for as the moment the woman was gone, someone else approached him—and Levi was most certainly way too sober for this.

Levi clicked his tongue, glaring at Nile Dawk and his wife.

“Captain Levi. As friendly as always, I see,” Nile said in a form of greeting, raising an eyebrow. His wife only nodded with a polite smile.

“Why, if it isn’t Nile and Marie. Lovely evening, isn’t it?” Levi’s tone was absolutely dripping with sarcasm as he spoke and even though he only got an unimpressed look from Nile, Marie actually laughed.

“Good evening to you, too, Levi. I’m glad to see you’re enjoying yourself,” she teased in a light tone.

Clicking his tongue, Levi took another sip of his drink without a word—an action that earned him another giggle from the woman.

Nile shook his head before reaching out his hand towards Levi, who reluctantly took it. As they shook hands, Nile’s face scrunched up into a frown and he looked Levi up and down as if seeing him for the first time, sniffing the air just like the woman had earlier.

“Walls, Levi. I was wondering why all those Marley women were circling around you like vultures. I heard the rumours but I didn’t think… You smell so much of alpha that I would almost think you were one yourself.”

Levi scowled; way to be fucking dramatic.

At that, Nile actually laughed. “From the look you’re giving me, it’s like you don’t believe me.” He shook his head, a crooked smile pulling on his lips. “Just how used are you to being scent marked these days that you don’t even smell how bad it is?”

Levi was about to growl at Nile, to tell him to fuck off with his absolutely unfunny jokes… but then he snapped his mouth shut, eyebrows knitting together. Because Nile wasn’t wrong. Eren had been scent marking him basically every day since they started this relationship officially and that, mixing in with the natural hint of Eren in Levi’s own scent after their mating… It wasn’t completely implausible, what Nile was saying.

With another laugh, Nile took a drink from his own fancy glass as he wrapped an arm around Marie's waist, the omega melting into his side like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Congratulations, Levi,” Marie said earnestly, and Levi’s scowl deepened, lips pursed as he refused to answer her. It didn’t look like she expected him to either way, the woman knowing him well enough after the years and years of forced coexistence at idiotic parties.

“Honestly, even standing here and seeing it, it’s still hard to believe. After all these years, I didn’t think I’d ever see the day when the great Captain Levi let some alpha claim him.” Nile shook his head, his eyes dropping to Levi’s neck for a split second before he caught himself and raised them back up to Levi’s eyes.

Levi clicked his tongue, shooting Nile a murderous glare. “I’m not his fucking property,” he hissed, a vicious growl undertoning his words.

“Sorry, that’s not what I meant.” Nile backtracked in a rush. “It’s just surprising. You’ve always acted like you were too good for anyone.”

Levi huffed, looking away.

‘Too good for anyone,’ huh? It was true, the people who went after his ass where Nile could see were not worth Levi even acknowledging them—noble pigs or military generals who were so used to everyone obeying them that they couldn’t comprehend an omega could refuse them. None of them even cared about Levi; they just wanted to get between his legs, because he was an omega, because they wanted to earn the oh-so important bragging rights for having fucked the omega. Humanity’s Strongest, the man who made himself unattainable. It was pathetic. Pathetic and disgusting, and even if Levi weren’t broken as he was, he would still rip the dick off each and every one of these people, if only that wouldn’t mean having to listen to Hanji—and Erwin before her—bitch at him endlessly.

But his alpha was different. He was pure in the most deranged way, determined and stubborn and uncontrollable. He didn’t give a shit about other people’s opinions and comments and thoughts, only going for what he wanted without wavering—and he only wanted freedom. Freedom and, for some fucking reason, Levi. Wanted him just as he was, not caring about how broken and rough around the edges he was. He didn’t even care that he was an omega, their dynamics nothing but an afterthought to the hot-tempred, maddening, beautiful brat. Somehow, Levi had a feeling they would be exactly where they were right now even if Levi were an alpha.

Resisting the urge to hiss at Nile in a misguided, instinctive attempt to protect his alpha, Levi gritted his teeth and waited for the inevitable. He didn’t want to have this conversation, and he most certainly didn’t want to deal with the direction it was about to take, judging by the way Nile was looking at him, sniffing the air carefully, scrutinising every little movement he made, following every direction in which Levi glanced.

“If you work that brain of yours any harder, the two lonely brain cells in there will shrivel up and die and your head will be nothing but a pile of shit,” Levi announced flatly, bitterly.

Without so much as acknowledging Levi’s comment, Nile opened his mouth to finally ask, his words slow and careful. “I could swear I know the scent, though…”

“Must be your imagination.”

“Is it now?”

Levi glared at the commander, meeting his eyes directly, making sure not to let anything but a warning to show in his expression. However, before Nile could back off—or start a cross-examination or some shit—, the worst fucking person in this situation walked up to them.

“Commander Dawk, Mrs Dawk, good evening.” Eren saluted with a bright smile. “Captain, I’m sorry for the interruption. Commander Hanji is asking for you, something about a joint military exercise with Marley’s Warrior Squad.”

Eyeing Eren for a moment, Levi tried to figure out whether it was just an excuse to get him away from Nile, or if Hanji was really about to drop something so fucking annoying at him. Either was about equally as possible. He couldn’t read anything from Eren’s face, however, and so he simply sighed.

Before he turned to look at Nile and Marie, Levi closed his eyes briefly, praying for any one meager bit of sanity. It sadly didn’t much help though.

As Nile sniffed the air anew, recognition lighting up in his eyes, his face quickly twisted into a deep, disgruntled frown. Meanwhile, Marie let out a small oh, covering her mouth while a wide, devilish grin spread on her face. She shot Levi a look, something cheeky dancing in her eyes and she nodded, something like impressed approval in the action.

Levi clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes at the both of them. “I’ll see you around. Or hopefully not.” He looked pointedly at Nile. “Let’s go, Jaeger.”

“Yes, sir!” Eren saluted once more, giving a nod in greeting to Nile and Marie before the both of them left the couple behind.

Somehow, Levi wasn’t surprised when instead of going deeper into the crowd, Eren led him to a secluded balcony off the royal palace’s ball room, closing the glass door behind them. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t grateful for it; the fresh air felt heavenly in his lungs after hours spent in room full of stale, perfume- and pheromone-heavy atmosphere, surrounded by so much noise and so many annoying people that Levi had to congratulate himself for not having killed anyone yet.

Closing his eyes, Levi took a deep, deep breath, bathing in the calmness of the night. He could still hear the sounds of the chatter behind him, but it was muffled and shut away, and that was enough.

It was only once he let go of all the air in his lungs that he opened his eyes. “I knew coming here was a shitty idea.”

“How so? I mean, I know you hate everything here, but what precisely are you referring to right now?” Eren asked, voice a quiet, amused murmur as he wrapped his arms around Levi from behind.

Levi clicked his tongue. “I’m referring to this.” He gestured towards himself vaguely. “You scent marked me to hell, then kidnapped me, and now every fucking pig in the capital will know about it. And couldn’t you have come up with a better fucking excuse?”

“I don’t see you actually complaining,” Eren noted with a laugh as he brushed his wrist over Levi’s, leaving a fresh mark on his skin—a gesture Levi couldn’t bring himself to pull away from, as much as he wanted to for the sake of the point he was trying to make. Instead, a soft sound escaped him, a pleased purr, a simple call to his mate, and Eren hummed in response. Buried his nose in Levi’s hair, sighing in content at their intertwined scents before finally asking, “What does it matter though? It’s not like I’m under surveillance anymore.”

“Do you honestly think that most of the pigs back there don’t only sleep at night because I’m still here to kill you?”

“How is that our problem?”

Levi huffed in annoyance, closing his eyes as he relaxed into Eren’s embrace. “It’s our problem because we’ll have both Armin and Historia bitching at us for-fucking-ever once the complaints and petitions start coming in.”

“Don’t act like you don’t think it’s worth it if it means you don’t have to listen to those same pigs drooling over you instead.”

Barking out a laugh, Levi took a deep breath, focusing on Eren’s solid presence behind him and on the warmth he emitted. It was almost scary how quickly his body relaxed in Eren’s arms, the tension that had built up over this stupid fucking evening dissipating.

“By the way,” Eren said after a while, his voice quiet as if not to disturb the calm atmosphere, “the joint exercise thing wasn’t not an excuse to get you out of there, but Hanji does actually want to talk to you about that. I did tell her you were going to be pissed though, just for the record.”

Levi groaned, but Eren didn’t let him so much as growl out a curse before he started mouthing at the skin of Levi’s neck, peppering small kisses on the exposed skin, and Levi froze, breath hitching in his throat.

“Eren,” he warned, but Eren’s grip on his waist only tightened. Levi wrenched his eyes shut as he gritted his teeth, fighting back the urge to run away with sheer force of will. He couldn’t do this today. Not after spending hours surrounded by filthy pigs, forced to hold civil conversations, assaulted by all the smells, all the human contact—shaking hands, women who thought pressing their brests to his arm or his chest while dancing was a genius fucking idea, men ‘accidentally’ touching his ass. It was making his skin crawl and now Eren was touching him and kissing his bare skin and Levi couldn’t. 

He couldn’t do shit for Eren tonight.

Wouldn’t be able to even kiss him properly without cringing; if Eren got excited… Levi wouldn’t be able to take responsibility. Wouldn’t be able to help. Might not even be able to spend the night in the same bed.

“Eren,” he repeated, stressing his name, and he knew Eren got the message when the alpha let go of a shaky breath and buried his face in the crook of Levi’s neck.

They stayed perfectly still for several seconds, neither knowing how to break the awkward moment. But finally, Eren sighed, squeezing Levi’s waist one more time. When he spoke, his words were nothing more than a desperate whisper. “Please. Other people were touching you, I can’t—please, Levi.”

Levi frowned at how vulnerable Eren sounded. Fragile. It made something twist painfully in Levi’s stomach, the omega in him whining unhappily, knowing his mate was feeling this way. That he needed assurance, one that Levi wasn’t willing to give him. No, not willing. He couldn’t give it to him. Right now, he would do anything to be whole and unbroken, to be able to show Eren whom he belonged to, who the only one allowed to touch him that way was.

But he couldn’t.

As much as he wanted to, as willing as he was…

He simply couldn’t. And it fucking hurt.

“Eren, I can’t—”

“I’m not asking you to do anything. And stop feeling guilty, please, Levi.” Levi snapped his mouth shut, frown deepening; thankfully, Eren didn’t let him stew in his thoughts for long, however, as he continued, “It’s my own fault for getting jealous over stupid shit, it’s not your fault. I just—I need to mark you.”

Biting down on his bottom lip, Levi sucked in a breath. Mark him.

Eren wanted to mark him.

Levi… could do that. Right?

Releasing all the air in his lungs in a rush, Levi nodded. Quickly, sharply, before he lost his nerves, before he could think too hard about it, before his skin could start crawling at the image of it.

Eren’s arms squeezed him almost painfully before one hand left his waist, instead fumbling to undo Levi’s cravat. And Levi let him. Let him untie the garment, let him unclasp the belt holding the coat of his ceremonial uniform closed, let him unbutton the top buttons of his shirt.

Let him push the fabric to the side, exposing the skin of his neck and shoulder to the chilly night air.

Tilted his head to the side, allowing Eren access to the golden mark woven into his flesh. Kept his eyes closed and waited, fighting against the instinct to run.

He wanted this. Had to remind himself over and over that he did. He wanted Eren’s teeth in his skin, his mark fresh and aching and beautiful. Just like Eren was. Just like the love Eren was showing him every day was. Levi still wasn’t used to it even months later, but he needed to show his alpha how much it meant to him. How much he meant to him. He needed to do more for him, more than his snark and sarcasm and begrudging kisses—and even more begrudging hand jobs. Letting Eren mark him was really the least he could do and he wouldn’t let his stupid body or mind or what-the-fuck-ever get in the way of that.

“You’re overthinking again. I told you to stop feeling guilty,” Eren muttered, pressing a small kiss to Levi’s neck, just below his ear.

As if slapped, Levi’s eyes snapped open, and suddenly, he felt like he could breathe again. He didn’t even realise how laboured his breathing had gotten, how stiff his muscles were, how light-headed he was. Taking a deep, slow breath, Levi let his head fall back until it came to rest against his alpha’s shoulder.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“And stop apologising, too.”

A short bark of laughter escaped Levi before he sighed, prompting Eren only to press another soft kiss to his neck, and Levi let his eyes fall shut again. “Just do it.”

A low growl escaped Eren, and a second later, a sweet sting in the crook of his neck made Levi hiss.

As Eren’s teeth sunk into the flesh just over his mating mark, Levi’s hiss turned into a guttural moan—a sound that had Eren growling in response, his teeth digging deeper, and Levi could swear he could see stars as waves of heat rolled through his body. Pain turned into pleasure, the sensations from Eren’s bite making them both shake, and suddenly, an anxiety that Levi didn’t even realise he was feeling melted away. His mating mark heated up, muscles relaxing, vision clearing, lungs expanding much further, much easier than they had only a second ago, and Levi wondered briefly whether the anxiety had been his own or Eren’s.

It didn’t really matter.

He gulped, trying to keep it together, to stop the unhappy whine from escaping when Eren relaxed his jaw, the alpha letting go of Levi’s flesh while careful not to hurt his omega as he did. Levi was sure it was hard for Eren to pull away, to hold himself back from biting Levi harder, from breaking skin and drawing blood, leaving a fresh, potent mark that would tell everyone who dared lay eyes on Levi that the omega was off-limits, unattainable for everyone but Eren. Levi viciously stomped down the part of himself that wanted to tell his alpha to do it, damn the consequences.

Instead, he focused on the fact that he at least wouldn’t be forced to wear a wet and bloody shirt for hours.

Which… actually might have been preferable to this.

A shudder he wasn’t able to suppress ran through his body at the feeling of Eren’s saliva on his skin, a small trickle sliding down and threatening to seep into his shirt. Before Levi could do anything about it, however, Eren was already carefully wiping Levi’s shoulder with a clean handkerchief, a muttered apology on his lips, and Levi gulped heavily. Closed his eyes and took a deep breath, willing the emotions not to overwhelm him.

He waited until Eren was done to thank him quietly before buttoning up his shirt and retying his cravat with practiced efficiency. The second he was done fixing his coat, Eren placed a hand on his cheek, coaxing him to look at him. The silence hung between them only for a second before they both leaned forward, meeting each other half-way as they exchanged a soft, chaste kiss. The smile Eren gave him once they separated shone so much brighter, more beautiful than the fancy chandeliers in the ballroom behind them, and Levi struggled to tear his eyes away.

Clicking his tongue, Levi turned away from his alpha with finality, signaling the moment over. “Alright, let’s go before those shitstains think we’re fucking in here.”

With an easy laugh, Eren quickly caught up to him. “At least they would get the idea?”

“You’re grossly overestimating the average amount of intelligence in this room,” Levi muttered bitterly as he pulled the glass door open, making Eren snort.

“That’s probably true. Let’s go see Hanji so that she can ruin your mood even further. Then we can see if we can get the fuck out of here already.”

As they weaved their way through the crowd, pointedly ignoring all the blatant stares and whispers, Levi thought to himself that he he didn’t even give a fuck anymore. He still didn’t want to be here, would sacrifice his metaphorical first-born to be literally anywhere else… but with his mating mark warm on his skin, Eren’s scent in his nose, no knots in his stomach, it didn’t really matter to him anymore.