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Levi leaned back against the graffiti smeared brick of the music hall, half shadowed and still. The Alpha had his eyes closed, head tilted back as smoky wisps escaped from between his lips, listening to his blood, feeling his pulse. Some people like Hange and Farlan liked to get hyped up before a show; Levi liked quiet, seeking out and settling into the space he went when performing, where the music was. It was his ritual to disappear outside before a gig and there was no reason tonight would be any different. It shouldn’t be.
He took another drag of the cigarette delicately trapped between his black lacquered fingertips and shifted his weight, unoccupied hand adjusting the heavily studded belts slung across his red plaid-clad hips, finding himself oddly restless. It was then that the dull throb of the music within the hall mellowed some and seconds after, the door a couple feet to his right slammed open. The person that came out didn't seem to see the single step; they stumbled and before the Alpha even realized he’d moved, he had his unexpected company in his arms. And all he could think when his charcoal rimmed eyes trailed over the other youth was pretty.
“There's a step there,” he said teasingly, a half smile pulling at the corner of his lips, still holding what he could now distinguish by the scent of him as an Omega in his arms like he was some kind of Prince charming. And he had all the confidence in the world too just then with his blood already singing for the stage and the crowd he could hear already chanting for them inside the halI, though it’d still be a few minutes before his band would be on.
Eren looked up at the Alpha still holding him in a dip with wide eyes and a slack jaw. But, as soon as the shock slowly abated, Eren smiled radiantly up at the Alpha. “Nice… catch,” Eren slurred breathily then cocked his head to the right. looking down to see where the Alpha’s hands were holding onto his black high waisted skirt and tugging at his white crop top. Looking back up again, he smirked at the man and said, “Or may-‘maybe you just wanted to cop a feel…”
Levi's grin broadened some, pointedly looking the other male over again, “Maybe I did…” His fingers spread over the Omega's lower back as the rain of his scent rose around them pleasantly. He lingered another moment before he finally pulled the brunette upright again and let him go, watching him through slanted lashes as he patted his pockets for his cigarettes, needing to occupy his restless fingers, “Aren't you cold in that getup though?”
“Been colder,” Eren replied with a smirk, cocking one hip to the side before he waved the Alpha’s pack of cigarettes in the air. “I thought musicians weren’t supposed to smoke,” the Omega added, popping a cigarette between cherry red lips before he leaned forward and waited for the Alpha to give him a light.
The Alpha chuckled, “And yet so many of us do.” He hesitated with his lighter in his hands, noticing the smeared and faded black “x’s” on the backs of the Omega's, obviously having been scrubbed off no doubt just after they'd been stamped on. “How old are you?” He certainly didn't look that young, but looks could be deceiving and if the other male was any younger than sixteen, even Levi would have to refuse contributing to his delinquency. He wet his lips, really kind of hoping the other teen wasn't younger.
It wasn't that he was even looking to do more than maybe flirt with the pretty Omega; after everything with his recent ex, he wasn't in any rush to get tangled up with some fan at a rockshow. That just sounded like trouble with a capital “T” no matter how fucking lovely the Omega was. Besides, Levi came with way too much baggage. It was fun to pretend though. And maybe if they saw each other again, Levi would ask his name.
Swiping the lighter, Eren lit his cigarette as he immediately began to pout, taking a deep inhale of the smoke before he blew it out of his nose. “Old enough,” Eren said, putting the lighter back in Levi’s hand then walking over to the outdoor ashtray to put out his cigarette. “Who wants to know?”
Levi hummed, taking a moment to light his own cigarette. “Levi,” he replied with a smart half grin, cocking his head as he let the smoke filter out from between his lips. Clearly the Omega had never been to a show of theirs before since he didn't seem to recognize the Alpha and though he’d assumed Levi was a musician, he doubted the other teen knew to which band he belonged. “Y’ever been to one of these gigs before?”
Eren hummed right back, looking towards the door. “I’ve been to a few concerts… Like pop and shit,” he said, then added, “But none of them have this kind of excitement… it’s electric.”
Levi's grin broadened and he cocked his head. “You think so? Then you're in for a real treat. My band hasn't even been on yet,” he commented, watching the other young man from beneath the shade of his lashes. He shrugged his faded and patched signature black denim jacket off moments later and stepped over closer, cigarette between his lips as he draped it over the Omega's shoulders. “You looked cold,” he said nonchalantly, still half smiling as he took his cigarette between his fingers again and flicked the ash from the tip, hoping the pretty brunette couldn't tell that he really wasn't as aloof as he was attempting to be.
Eren’s eyes widened, then he spluttered as he tried to take it off. “This is too much, you’ll be cold too,” said the brunette, but he was already giving in, tugging the jacket up to his nose to hide part of his face so only his eyes remained.
Levi tilted his head, “Nah, I'm good. Looks better on you anyways Sunshine. Just hang on to it for me ‘til next time, it's my favourite one.” He dropped the half finished cigarette as he heard the first rumble of the preshow courtesy mic checks. Crushing it under the heel of his worn converse, he wet his lips and reached to boldly ghost his knuckles across the Omega's smooth cheek, “I gotta go. Enjoy the show.”
Eren blinked, then blinked again, trying to catch up. “Um, yeah, okay. Have fun!” Eren said, only a little disappointed by the abrupt end to their conversation. Just as the Alpha was about to disappear inside, the Omega blurted, “If you get bored or whatever later, I’ll buy you a drink…For, for tackling you…”
Levi looked back over his shoulder, a roguish smile tilting his lips as his scent shifted and lingered with pleasant interest and maybe just a thread of nerves. Pretending he couldn't feel the vague fluttering in his stomach, he lowered his lashes and replied, “If I can't get away tonight, don't think it's ‘cause I don't want to.” And then he turned away and disappeared inside the dim lit hall to make his way backstage, ignoring his bandmates when they questioned where he’d been; maybe he just wanted to keep his chance meeting with the pretty young Omega for himself.
***
The Omega stood in the cold for a while longer, holding the collar of the Alpha’s jacket to his nose. It wasn’t until Armin opened the fire escape door that the trance was broken.
“Eren… We are going to miss it,” he said quietly before he grabbed Eren’s arm and dragged them back inside the sweaty, smoky, overcrowded, but charming hall. It wasn't until he was stuck in the middle of the crowd, surrounded on all sides that he started to question his impulsiveness.
“Armin… When’s the headliner going to be on?” Eren leaned over to yell into Armin’s ear.
“What?” Armin yelled back, scrunching his face into confusion while his eyes stayed on stage.
“When’s the-,”
“I can’t hear you!” Armin answered, jumping up and down trying to see as the lights began to flicker over the band members that seemed to materialize out of the shadows as a drumbeat started up.
Levi was at the mic, guitar resting across his pelvis as his fingers curled around the stand before him. He was moving to the beat, feeling it sync with the pulse of his blood, eyes closed as he waited for the cue, hands finding his guitar after a few beats. He opened his eyes when he opened his mouth and struck the first chord and the stage lit up around the four members of the band as Levi began to sing and the crowd surged forward.
Moving with the crowd, Eren was then completely lost to the music, unable to remember what had him wanting air anymore. The smoke, the sweat, the BO, the puke and the floor sticky enough to tell the Omega his shoes were ruined; everything that made him run outside in the beginning was now hardly a blip on his radar. Not with that deep voice echoing in his ears, almost as tantalizing as when the Alpha had whispered not even a half hour earlier.
“I’m gonna get closer,” Eren yelled and started pushing and shoving his way to the front. It wasn’t an easy process, but it was worth it in the the end to be closer to the magic on stage, jumping up and screaming with the crowd. He doubted that Levi could hear or see him, or even would remember who Eren was, but that was alright; being in this moment was enough for the Omega.
The lights were bright and damned hot and the Alpha could feel the sweat rolling down his nape and between his shoulder blades, dampening the clingy black fabric of his distressed and pinned tank top. But he didn't care, didn't mind when it matted his hair, driving jagged spikes of obsidian across his face as he moved around the stage, as energetic and magnetic as the writhing sea of bodies undulating before them. It was powerful, a sort of high; on stage, they were gods. And Levi knew he had been born for this.
He didn't know how; maybe it was his jacket or maybe it was something else, cosmic, or fated or biological, but he picked that pretty Omega out of the churning crowd. Found him with his shaded eyes and smirked at him as he finished the final chorus. He broke the contact as he bowed overdramatically with the last beats of their opening song and he was all charisma and wicked sex appeal when he straightened up again, palming the mic and addressing the crowd as he ran his unoccupied hand through his hair, “How was that for a warm up?” He and the rest of the band were all grins and laughter as their fans made their approval known enthusiastically, waiting until the volume had mellowed some again before he continued, “As always, we like to start off with a tribute to one of our own; that was ‘The Art of Losing’ by American Hi-fi. And now that we have your undivided attention, we're Kill Count and this is the first off our new demo album Low Frequency.” The crowd went wild and the music kicked up moments later as Levi and the others started into their original set list for the night. And somehow, his eyes managed to find that same Omega again, no matter where the current of moshing bodies took him.
Eren jumped in time with the crowd, throwing his head back laughter as he pushed someone out of the way and they pushed him back. Soon enough Levi’s jacket became too hot, so as the show wound down to the end of their set, he maneuvered himself away from the pit and towards the bar as he tied the jacket around his hips.
Leaning against the lacquered wood, routinely forgetting how short his skirt was, Eren ordered two big jars of combat juice then paid the hefty charge as Kill Count slipped backstage and the room speakers came back on to fill the static silence. The Omega’s eyes started to scan the room, wondering where Armin had disappeared to this time. It was often that Eren would get distracted by one thing or another then completely forget about Armin.
He was just about to get worried when some minutes later, he spotted the other Omega’s familiar blond head, pressed into a shadowed wall with his giant muscular Alpha above him. Armin didn’t seem like he was in distress though, biting his lip and cocking his head to expose his scent gland slightly. So Mike was why Armin just had to come to a place like this, Eren thought with a smile before he turned to grab his drinks.
Levi packed up his guitar and slipped the strap of the case over his head to rest across his chest and beat a hasty exit while Hange was still distracted, following Mike’s lead and sneaking out into the bar to mingle. Levi had no interest in any of the groupies that were hovering around the stage hoping to catch one of the band members’ attention; there was only one he had in mind as he weaved through the crowd. He spotted him seated at one little cocktail table amongst the small smattering of them crowded into the corner by the bar. He wasn't facing him, but Levi knew without a doubt that it was the Omega he'd met earlier. Still high from the show and feeling too bold not to, he made his way towards him, passing by Mike practically mauling the little blonde that had been coming around lately. He snorted and shook his head, but kept on his way.
He slid onto the stool across from the Omega, a subtle smirk curling the corner of his mouth as he greeted him in a teasing drawl, “So about that drink...”
Eren hadn’t been paying attention, drumming his fingers on the table to one of the songs Levi’d sung. He felt all loose and warm, probably from all the alcohol he’d managed to consume. Lucky for Eren, being sluggish allowed him to not fall off of his stool when the person he was just daydreaming about appeared before him looking like the embodiment of lust.
It took a moment for Eren to recover and decipher what the hell Levi meant. “Oh!” he said with excitement, “I wanted to buy you a drink…” Eren floundered for a moment, looking down at the table then back at Armin then at the bar. “Do you like combat juice?” Eren blurted, sliding the drink meant for Armin across the tables towards the Alpha, “It was for my friend but he’s too busy making out with his Alpha over there.. Sorry I kind of forgot I said I would buy you a drink… I was just thinking about your show…” Eren babbled, drawing shapes on the table with excess condensation from the glasses. The more he spoke the brighter his complexion became as his tongue tied itself in knots. To shut himself up, he licked his lips then wrapped them around the straw, sneaking glances at Levi while he chugged his drink
The Alpha’s smile broadened and he shrugged one shoulder as he reached for the offered drink, “I'm not picky.” He was quiet for a moment, sipping the drink to wet his suddenly parched mouth, watching the brunette over the rim before he continued, fidgeting in his seat restlessly, “What were you thinking? About the show, I mean.”
Lifting his head, Eren beamed at Levi. “It was fucking incredible… Had so much spirit and like… feeling!” the Omega said bouncing in his stool before he was too embarrassed to once again. “Not that I’m a musician or anything… And I’ve never really listened to this genre before tonight… So there are lots more qualified people to give their opinions…”
Levi set his drink down and cocked his head a bit, tapping a black-lacquered nail against his glass as he answered, “What qualifies them more than you or anyone else? Who are they to dictate what music is to me or to you? Music is freedom; there aren't any boundaries there, y’know, no expectations and no regrets.”
He leaned forward abruptly, resting his elbows on the table with his drink between his hands, expression decidedly flirtatious when he questioned, “What’s your name anyway? I didn't ask before, but I can't just keep referring to you as the pretty Omega at the rockshow in my head; it's kind of a mouthful.”
Eren’s eyes widened at the sudden blatant flirting, having not expected it. “I don’t know,” Eren hummed, giving Levi a crooked smile as he chewed on the end of his straw. “Technically you could, Alpha,” the Omega teased with a playful wink, “But you’re right, it is a mouthful, and I can think of way more interesting ways to fill your mouth…”
Holding out his hand, Eren said, “My name’s Eren… It’s nice to meet you Levi…”
The Alpha chuckled, brows raised in vague surprise as he reached to take Eren's hand; he hadn't expected the Omega to be quite so forward, but he wasn't exactly expecting anything at all really and he couldn't say he was disappointed. Nor was he intending to do any more than whatever it was they were already doing. The company was definitely nice though.
“Likewise,” he said belatedly, holding Eren's hand probably longer than was strictly necessary, abruptly feeling claustrophobic in the crowded hall, “This might sound a bit weird and you can totally shoot me down, but do you wanna go somewhere with me?”
“Well, being murdered by a serial killer wasn’t on my list of things to do tonight,” Eren said with mock consideration, but turned silent for a moment after, trying to decide. Eventually he came to a verdict. “But… what the hell, Armin won’t be done for a while… His make out sessions with that giant go on forever.” He nodded towards the couple in the corner and rolled his eyes with fond exasperation. The Omega then jumped off his stool and stood, waiting for Levi to take the lead.
The Alpha side-eyed Eren as he lead the way out the side door to the left of the stage, answering cheekily, “How do you know I'm a serial killer, maybe I just wanna, I dunno, do kinky shit to your feet or something.” Levi grinned and winked at the Omega as he held the door open for him.
“Feet?” Eren asked, scrunching his nose up in disgust as he followed, “Really?... I think I might prefer the serial killer idea better. Feet are gross…”
Levi began to laugh and shook his head, scent curling around them pleasantly like early morning rain. “You can relax pretty, I was only teasing you. You're safe with me, scout’s honour,” he replied, raising his hand in the customary salute, looking Eren over for a few seconds, before he dropped his hand and turned towards his motorcycle parked one over and across from them. “You should put my coat back on. It gets chilly quick on the back of the bike.”
Eren’s eyes immediately lit up, unravelling the coat from around his waist to throw it at Levi. Before the Alpha could do anything, Eren took a few steps forward and swung his leg over the seat to straddle the bike. “How do I look?” Eren asked, posing like a pinup. He was also trying to remember how much alcohol he’d drank and the answer was ‘enough to make an utter fool of himself’.
Holding his jacket in one hand, the Alpha cocked a hip, appraising the Omega sprawled over his motorcycle. “Like trouble,” he snorted though his scent became heavier with definite approval. Eren looked like trouble alright, the kind that Levi was starting to think he might not mind getting into. “You gonna let me get on there with you or should I just start taking photos?”
“Well a picture might last longer… Maybe you should let me drive,” Eren teased, sticking his tongue out at the Alpha before he inevitably dismounted. Sauntering up to Levi, he grabbed a hold of the jacket once again to slip on. The jacket was long on Eren’s torso, almost making it look like the teen wasn’t wearing any bottoms, but the Omega was too drunk and giddy to be self conscious. “So where are you whisking me off to, Pulp Fiction style?” Eren purred, placing one finger on Levi’s muscular chest and trailing it down to his abdomen.
The muscles in Levi's belly twitched beneath Eren's finger and he looked from the Omega's coy gaze down to the contact and back at the quite clearly inebriated brunette. He caught Eren's wandering hand in his own with a smile and, using the grip to lead him right back to the bike, and maybe keeping him a little closer than was required as he replied, “Maybe I'll let you drive next time… As for where we're going, dunno, guess we'll find out when we get there.”
“Mmm, okay,” Eren giggled, watching as Levi grabbed a helmet off the bike then slid it on the Omega’s head as he adjusted the strap. “Do I look… silly,” the Omega asked, reaching to touch the gear as he bit his lip.
The punk tilted his head a bit, double checking that the strap wasn't buckled uncomfortably tight under Eren's jaw, and half smiled at him, “Nah, pretty as ever, promise.” He let him go a moment after and pulled his guitar off only to slip it onto the Omega instead, entrusting him to hold onto it for him while he couldn't before he straddled the bike. “Hop on sunshine,” he prompted, watching Eren over his shoulder as he thumbed the ignition and pumped the throttle, starting the engine as he waited for the other teen to join him.
Eren squealed in excitement at the roar of the bike, then hopped on and plastered himself against Levi’s back. “You better not let me fall,” Eren yelled over the sound of the bike, uncaring about his skirt flying up or if the heat of his body pressed to Levi’s was a bother.
Levi shifted a bit and adjusted Eren’s arms around his waist firmly, hoping the Omega couldn't feel the fluttering in his belly or hear the quickening of his pulse. His scent immediately enveloped the Omega, mingling with Eren's familiarly, like they hadn't just met. It was kind of embarrassing really, but he didn't want to care at the moment, so he didn’t. Instead, he pulled him in a little closer and settled his hands back on the handlebars, speaking over his shoulder, ”Nothing bad’s gonna happen to you so long as you're holding onto me Sunshine, trust me.” And then his feet found their places and the engine revved as they took off out of the parking lot.
Eren had a cheeky retort on his tongue about trusting strangers, but he swallowed it when they lurched their way forward. The Omega had never been on a motorcycle before, so he couldn’t help but squish himself harder into Levi’s back, hooking his thumbs through the Alpha’s belt loops. And as a result, he couldn’t help the shiver of desire that rushed through him at the feel of how muscular Levi was. He hoped that Levi couldn’t smell it, but the Omega knew that would be impossible considering their proximity.
Flying down the shadow-dappled streets, Levi only caught glimpses of Eren's scent, alluring and coy, there and then not and his mouth kept doing this weird dry/wet thing. Every time he swallowed, it was dry but then suddenly he’d have to swallow again. He didn't think he’d ever experienced something quite like it; maybe it was just Eren. Levi didn't know why he felt so drawn to the Omega; it was pretty obvious he was out of the Alpha's league, but he wasn't sorry he’d pursued him, even if he’d only originally intended to “play it safe.” Eren seemed to like him too and Levi was tired of moping about his ex. Even if it turned out to be just this one night, he wasn't going to regret it.