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“Erwin, are you sure you’re alright?” Hange asked from their seat at Levi’s side.
“Rest assured, I’m fine. A simple cold won’t keep me from doing my job,” Erwin muttered, distracting himself with the papers sprawled across the table before him, doing anything besides connecting his gaze with his most trusted comrades surrounding him.
The four of them gathered this morning as per usual in accordance with their weekly duties, in fact, they have only just sat down minutes ago.
Erwin liked to debrief Levi, Hange, and Mike about events that should only be made aware to them. Each of them held a position of leadership, as well as Erwin’s unconditional trust, and with these things combined, a responsibility to be aware of things that may put the scouts at risk.
“You’re burning up… I can see it from here,” Hange stood from their seat and leaned across the table, extending a finger as if to touch it to Erwin’s forehead, of which he ducked away from.
“Please…” Erwin’s throat choked a bit as his eyes briefly ticked to Levi inching forward with his own concern. “Can we please return to plotting this route?” Erwin was notably flustered now, sweat was beading at his forehead at such a rate that he had no other choice but to unclasp the top few buttons of his collar, though it did nothing to soothe the flush on his face, his cheeks were as red as berries.
Levi could smell a potent aroma of heady pheromones as they oozed from the man across the table… it wasn’t his usual mellow scent that omitted safety and comfort, this was deep sage and patchouli, this was powerful and… frankly alluring. The scent was growing heavy and almost moist in the air for how thick it was.
“Oh fuck… Erwin, I don’t think this is a cold,” Hange stood up then, straight as a pin as they covered their nose and mouth.
They weren’t affected by the smell, with their status as a beta, Mike wouldn’t be affected either as he, like Erwin, was an alpha. The only one in their intimate meeting who would feel any sort of reaction to the scent was Levi, the omega. One of only three in the entirety of the scouting legion.
It wasn’t something he’s ever felt hindered by, besides the occasional pedestrian or new recruit who has deemed it appropriate to be doubtful of his abilities for his gender, he hasn’t had any trouble as an omega in the survey corps. He felt safe because he was a special case of omega, he could stand his own in a fight for his dignity if it came down to it.
“I thought unmated alphas don’t rut,” Mike said, a bit confused at the situation, confirming what they were all thinking with his skilled sense of smell.
“They don’t unless of course, he has his eye on someone,” Hange teased, returning to their seat.
Levi felt a wave of what could only be anger in his stomach. Though it was there alongside all of these… other feelings. Ones that made his stomach flip, that made his thighs tremble. He felt a flush across his cheeks and the glands at his neck begin to swell.
Erwin’s scent was having an effect on him. And it was happening fast.
Levi’s mind scrambled with why it may be, why he was feeling such strong urges, why his body was heating up this quickly. He’d never felt this way around any of the other rutting alphas in the scouts. Maybe this was because Erwin was different.
He held Erwin on a pedestal, one that he’d consider to be more emotional. Though he’d never found a problem with feelings such as these because he’d taken contraceptives and heat suppressants throughout his time with the scouts. The possibility of Erwin going into a rut and triggering Levi’s biology was slim to none, so there was nothing to worry about.
Until now of course.
“There’s no time for me to have my eye on anyone,” Erwin mumbled as he tried to busy his hands by fixing the papers in front of him. Aligning a map and fixing his markers.
Levi watched as his hands trembled… large… gorgeous hands… that would probably form around a good expanse of his thigh. The pads of his fingers may leave little bruises on his skin, for how tightly they’d hold him as he fucked into him. Maybe they’d grip him tighter once his knot breached his entrance.
At that thought he stood abruptly, knowing that his own scent was clouding the room as well. Sweet lavender alongside Erwin’s heady sage.
He hurried over to the window in the corner of the room and quickly opened it, leaning against its sill in an attempt to mask the scent oozing from his glands, urging it out the window as he couldn’t handle the chance of it mingling with Erwin’s. A scent that was overwhelming enough alone.
“Oh no… this got interesting,” Hange said as if shocked by the scene before them, eyes darting back and forth between their Commander and Captain. Both hot in the face and struggling.
“Please… for everything you wanna live for, shut your fuckin’ mouth,” Levi grumbled from his spot by the window.
“No, I think they’ve got a point,” Mike chimed in.
“There’s no point to be made,” Erwin’s voice sounded deep in Levi’s chest, as if he’d been pressed against his body as he spoke, chest to chest, or back to back. “I’ll ride out this rut and be through with it by next week. I’ll treat it as any other sickness.”
“With any other sickness, you’d have a cure. There’s no treatment to rutting except following through with the biology of it,” Hange explained.
“What do you mean by that?” Erwin asked.
“Have you ever rutted before without someone to… help you through it?” Hange asked.
“No, no I haven’t.”
“Then you don’t know how painful it will be. And that the rut could last weeks, months even without the presence of an omega,” Hange was evidently more and more visually convincing with every word, all demanding voice and scolding presence as if there was a correct and obvious choice.
“Then so be it. It’ll be months. I won’t use an omega in such a way,” Erwin shook his head and pushed a hand through his hair. He was growing frustrated, quickly so.
Use an omega… something about the phrase made Levi’s blood boil. Maybe it was the thought of him fucking anyone besides himself.
Levi was supposed to be Erwin’s Captain, his most trusted man. It should be him, if anyone to be there for his rut, to grant him the use of his body to soothe his symptoms and carry him through it. Anyone else would be an intruder in Levi’s eyes.
“Plenty of alphas do it, they have resources,” Mike pointed out.
“I’m not—” Erwin’s anger spiked faster than Levi has ever seen it before. “I won’t do that. That’s not a program I want to be involved with,” he couldn’t deny what the tone of his voice did to his arousal. It was just so deep and commanding.
“Then use me,” Levi found himself saying before he’d even realized he’d done it. As if his body had decided for him and chose to speak up. As if this attraction, this connection he felt with Erwin was too much to contain any longer.
He felt his cheeks grow hotter with the sets of eyes bearing into his soul, most prominently, the cerulean that were dangerously illegible, absent of any sort of tell regarding what he felt by the statement.
“No strings attached,” he added. “It’ll be purely business,” he needed to clarify his intent to return to their normal after the week was through.
“Levi, I can’t do that to you,” Erwin said shaking his head.
“It’s better me than some random omega, and we can’t have you flat on your ass with dick pain for months,” Levi crossed his arms, trying his best to maintain his composure, leaning back a bit more to catch the breeze from outside that wasn’t covered in Erwin’s heady scent.
The group was quiet for a while, Erwin sighed and lent forward onto the table as if regretfully considering the notion.
“I can’t think of a better plan,” Hange said nodding. “We could even keep the whole thing under wraps. Mike and I can hold down the fort until you two are back. I can bring meals and bedding to your room!”
Erwin shook his head. “No… I can’t do that to him,” Erwin mumbled.
Levi sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. Of course, he hadn’t thought about the fact that Erwin would consider this gross, he may not want to touch Levi like that.
He wasn’t some pretty little omega with plump features and a submissive nature. Erwin didn’t want to fuck him. He tried his best to hide the fact that he wasn’t offended, but it showed too plainly on his features.
“It’s not that—” Erwin tried to say, fingering the collar of his shirt again, tugging it away from his throat.
Hange covered their nose again as if repulsed by fumes that may have amplified with the movement.
“It’s not that I think you’re…” Erwin grew frustrated, something that happened quickly only because of his symptoms. “Christ, I don’t know how to say this.”
“Just fucking say it! You don’t want to sleep with me, I’m not up to your standards,” Levi rolled his eyes again, looking pointedly out the window as if there was something far more interesting. “You know that’s selfish though, we can’t be without a Commander for months.”
“Levi, it is not that. I promise you,” Erwin grumbled, his voice muffled by his hands covering his face.
“Then what is it?” Levi asked, he wasn’t yelling, but there was an edge to his voice, everyone in the room knew it was his tone used for intimidation. He was more short-tempered than usual as well, his biological reaction to Erwin’s oncoming rut.
If he simply only felt a sense of friendship and respect for Erwin, he wouldn’t be having this problem. The issue came with his feelings, fucking emotions. And that was embarrassing. Everyone in the room was painfully aware of his attraction to the Commander by now, it was his biology that outed him. Maybe everyone except for Erwin, who was too busy fixing his collar and hiding his face with his giant fucking hands to even look his way.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Erwin muttered.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, I don’t want to hurt you,” Erwin said, more clearly now as he finally took his hands away from his face, looking to Levi with the remainder of his composure.
Then the room was silent.
There was Mike, brows raised and nostrils flaring, trying his best to read the room through the scents emitted from both men.
There was Hange, at the edge of their seat, carefully watching the interaction with a trained eye, looking for any inkling that would promote either option.
There was Levi, who couldn’t decide whether or not to be offended or aroused.
Then finally, there was Erwin. The man who was usually so composed unraveling at the collar with this biological sickness that had only a single cure. One that Levi could provide, one that he was willing to provide. More than willing to provide… desperate to provide.
“Well… I’m not some fucking porcelain doll…” Levi muttered, uncrossing then recrossing his legs as he leaned against the windowsill, for something to do, for something to distract himself from the nerves welling in his chest.
“I’m aware of that. I’m sorry for feeling this way, I can’t help it,” Erwin said defeatedly.
“I think we’d better go,” Hange whispered across the table to Mike.
“In a minute,” Mike said. “I need to know if our Commander is gonna be an idiot or not.”
“Come again?” It was Erwin’s turn to be offended.
“All I mean is that you’ve got a perfectly good omega here and consenting. He was also right when he said that we can’t be without you for longer than a week, we have an expedition at the end of the fuckin’ month,” he looked to Erwin with a bit of fury.
“Perfectly good omega,” Erwin scoffed. “It’s Levi. My Captain, Mike, he’s not just an omega,” his eyes were wild at this point.
“Christ Erwin, calm the fuck down, that’s not what I meant, and you know it,” Mikes features hardened.
“He’s more than that. I can’t just—” Erwin slammed a fist against the table and carded his other hand roughly through his hair.
“Then I’ll fuckin’ tie you down,” Levi muttered from his corner of the room, his head foggy with the pheromones, heightening with Erwin’s anger.
There was another tense moment of silence after his words.
“I’ll tie you down, even your mouth, maybe I’ll tie that up too,” Levi said quietly, looking only at Erwin now, whose eyes were hot with blue fire. “Then I’ll take care of you myself, I’ll come out unscathed, and you’ll have red wrists and a cock that isn’t throbbing.”
Erwin adjusted his collar again, and Levi thought that he just had to stop doing that before he crawled into his lap and arched his back all pretty, he wanted to lick those swollen little mounds on his neck more than he’s wanted anything in his life. Maybe Erwin’s hands would knead his ass as he sucked and nipped at that wonderful scent, one that probably tasted just as good.
“It won’t be that easy, but you’ll find that out soon enough,” Hange broke that tense silence that once again found its way into the room. “But by that point, I don’t think either of you would consider any amount of pain to be a problem.”
“I fear you may be right, Hange,” Erwin sighed, he had his hands in front of his face again, his collar was completely askew and unbuttoned, his hair was disheveled and beginning to curl away from its cleanly style.
“Well if it makes you feel any better. I’ll be checking in on you. Bringing meals and contraceptives for Levi.”
“I can take care of myself,” Levi scrunched his features with the notion of him not remembering to take his own damn medication.
“Not when you’re in the middle of a heat. And especially if you’re cycling alongside Erwin going through a rut. You may not even remember your own name let alone when the last time was that you took a pill.”
“What makes you say that he’d go into heat?” Mike asked, confused.
It was true that omegas didn’t necessarily go into heat alongside a rutting alpha. Usually, either of the two could cycle near each other, they could even help each other through it and the other wouldn’t even catch so much as a fever.
This situation, however, was different.
“Well. That’s not always the case…” Hange tried to explain, but trailed off and grew a bit distant on the matter, which was strange for them. “What we’re seeing right now isn’t the norm,” Hange referenced Levi in the corner, relying heavily on the wall to keep himself steady.
“It seems that Levi has chosen Erwin as his alpha… it would be a problem if they didn’t cycle together in that regard. If Erwin were to choose someone else, we may have a bit of trouble on our hands. Levi isn’t like other omegas. I don’t think he’d sulk and whine, I think he’d lash out,” Hange spoke calmly as if they didn’t want to startle anyone with the prospect or intensify the news as anything more than it was.
It made sense after all. Erwin was the Commander. He was everyone’s alpha. But Levi wanted to be the one to take him. Wanted to feel his arousal. He wanted to possess him a little bit more than everyone else.
He could feel hotness in his cheeks and was dying to take off his shirt… but especially his pants, he felt so wound up, so hot and needy. His knees were bolted together, as to not draw attention to the way his legs shook.
Levi groaned and rolled his eyes.
“So you’re saying both of them are going to be cycling?” Mike asked.
Hange nodded. “I think it’s inevitable at this point,” their eyes remained trained on Levi. “And I also think it would be pointless and possibly even dangerous for them not to go through it together.”
Erwin’s face remained buried in his hands.
“I think the sooner, the better at this point, Erwin’s scent is unbearably strong. Anyone going for a stroll down this hall will be flat on their ass with the scent of Commander,” Hange stood and started to collect the papers splayed out on the table from their attempt of a meeting. “Mike and I can regroup and go over the notary for this upcoming week later, but right now we need to get these fuckers in a bedroom.”
“I need you to shut the fuck up before I gouge your eyes with the temples of your stupid glasses,” Levi said through pursed lips and a pointed expression, scrunched nose, and fiery eyes.
“Alright, alright. You know I’m right, this is all just the embarrassment talking. You should save all this energy for later when you’re too high on sex to keep your fucking clothes on,” Hange walked over to him and crouched to slot beneath his arm. “It’s important that Levi goes to the room first,” Hange said to the alphas still sitting at the table.
“Why is that?” Mike asked.
“None of your business,” Hange said over their shoulder. “Just give him a bit, then we’ll let Erwin in.”
Even Levi wasn’t sure of what they meant. That was of course until they reached Erwin’s bedroom.
“Oh, shit…” he muttered as they entered, only because he was struck with the scent.
Messy with books, countless clothes strewn about, a bed, unmade. A desk there, covered in parchment and books, scrolls of maps spilled from baskets on the ground. It was cluttered, but it was without debris or dust. The room was clean, as Levi had kept it that way for him. One of his many self-proclaimed duties was to keep his Commander’s personal space neat and clean. Though it always seemed to grow cluttered with this or that, maps and new proposals. Books detailing history, or ones that told a story Erwin thought he could learn from.
All of it, from every slip of paper to every thread of fabric in the room, smelled remarkably of Erwin. Of Commander Erwin Smith.
“Shit… shit…” Levi muttered as he draped himself over the bed, it was embarrassing, the way he had to hold his arms stiff as to not fall face-first into the duvet. He could only breathe deeply, realizing now how he rocked his hips with a dizzy mind.
“See, I knew this would happen,” Hange sighed, picking up a dirty shirt off the ground and tossing it to Levi, it fell draped over the back of his shoulders and he almost groaned at the scent of it.
It was just a dark undershirt, short-sleeved and stretched at the neck. It was ratty and old, but it was quite possibly his favorite thing in the entire world at the moment because it smelled as if Erwin had worn it for days on end.
“Put that on, I’ll go and get you more pillows and blankets,” Hange left the room then.
“Oh shit…” he mumbled again, bringing the garment to his mouth and nose, falling to his knees and laying it out on the edge of the bed only to press his face into it like this, fists tight on his thighs as he arched and breathed and leaked.
Then he was dizzy with it, tired with it as if he was lulled blissfully into a deep feeling caught between arousal and sleep. Lazily, he unclasped his straps, and unbuttoned his clothes, shrugging out of them, kicking and pushing them off all at once in favor of this shirt, messy and raw with scent.
As if on instinct he was pulling the collar of the shirt over his mouth and nose, breathing it in as he clambered into bed. Slotting head first beneath the heavy duvet and snatching the two pillows at the head of the bed with him. Then, he lay there for a while, it could have been a minute, it could have been ten. Just him, hot beneath this duvet, with a pillow between his thighs and another hugged to his face and chest, this one smelling more predominantly of Erwin, that heady sage, the pomade he used on his hair. That stupid hair… all golden and pretty.
Before he realized it, he was rocking his hips and whimpering, rolling onto his stomach and tightly bending his knees, folding them to grind his hips down onto the pillow. Eliciting pleasure from the friction between his cunt and the pillow his Commander used to sleep.
“Fuck…” he cried softly.
This feeling has never come over him before, when he’d gone through spouts of heat in the past it’s always been easy to control. He’d catch a fever, he’d have a need for sex, but it was never like this. He was never crawling around on someone else’s bed as their features crowded his mind.
Sure, he’s gone to bed with plenty of other omegas, they’d take care of each other, comfort each other through their heats and that’d be it. He and Farlan had endured a heat together plenty of times in the past, but he was still simply a friend at the end of the day. He’d never gotten off to his scent alone.
Already, before Erwin has even entered the room, this felt different. He knew somewhere deep down that he wouldn’t come out of this week feeling only for Erwin as his friend, as his Commander. But he could try with all his might to hold back.
He felt pathetic, he felt weak and slutty, but maybe this was how he was supposed to be. An omega, clumsy and leaking for his Commander, no, his alpha. This man he’d imprinted in his mind as his without any sort of implication of such a fact.
Sure, Erwin owned him in the literal sense, as one of his soldiers, as his Captain, as someone he’d scouted and made a part of his army. But this was different, he didn’t own him like this, he didn’t take him to bed on a whim, he didn’t fuck him brainless just because he wanted to, even though Levi wouldn’t dare to even think about stopping him.
At that he shook, he whimpered into the pillow clutched to his face as he came, then he felt something drape over the blanket he was beneath as if another was piled on top.
“It’s just me,” Hange’s gentle voice alerted. “You’re alright.”
He heard a few pillows drop onto the bed as well, many pillows as if Hange was well aware of his desperate need to clutch, to hug and his urge to feel softness and warmth at every turn.
“I’ve brought you some food too, apples, cheese, and bread, on the table over here, make sure you eat,” Hange said as they walked around the room. He heard them move a chair, positioning it somewhere at the end of the bed. His mind was cloudy, almost too much for their words to really register in his brain.
“We’ll bring in Erwin in a little while, I think you still need a little space,” Hange explained coming over to the side of the bed now.
He felt their hands on his back, feeling along his body as if searching. “Here you are,” they muttered fondly as they found the back of his head.
They pulled the duvet back slowly to analyze his face, it was cold out here, it was too bright, but then here was Hange, and in a way, their face was comforting, in a way, their scent was nice. Hange was a beta, after all, maybe even his beta, of course, he found them comforting.
“Wow… you look fucked,” they said chuckling softly, pressing a gentle hand to his forehead, then the back of their fingers to his cheek.
“Fuck off…” he grumbled, but he didn’t push them away.
“Your fever isn’t too bad yet,” they noted before disappearing again, though they left the duvet pushed back so Levi sat up, hugging the pillows in front of him close, to be sure that he wasn’t exposing himself to his friend. He was trying to keep as much of his dignity as he could through this whole, ordeal, though it was proving difficult considering that they just heard him orgasm moments ago.
“Here, take this,” they handed him that familiar little pill and a glass of water. “And drink that whole thing,” their eyes were captivating at the moment, honey-colored, bright with care and excitement for the interesting situation.
Levi took the glass and popped the pill into his mouth, swallowing it down and continuing to drink once he had. It felt nice, refreshing, the cool water helped to soothe the hotness of his body.
“Better?” Hange asked, raising their brows and waiting for him to finish drinking.
He nodded and handed them the mostly-empty glass of water, leaving some at the bottom out of spite, his own subconscious agenda, his refusal to obey completely to anyone who wasn’t Erwin.
Hange took the glass and pushed his hair off his forehead. It was sweaty so it stuck there like that.
“He’s going to lose it when he sees you,” they chuckled, setting the cup down and having a seat on the chair they put at the edge of the bed, propping their foot upon the wooden frame and leaning back a little, rocking on it with their arms crossed. They had a fond smile on their face, as if they were looking forward to the whole idea of Erwin coming in here, seeing Levi in this state, rutting as Levi heated.
“No, he won’t,” Levi mumbled, falling back down and tugging the duvet back into place over his head.
“Just you wait, you look like something straight out of an alpha’s wet dream,” Hange chuckled. “Let alone Erwin’s wet dream. You’re his favorite person ever, his mind is going to be blown.”
“Favorite person,” Levi scoffed and sucked his teeth.
“I’m serious,” Hange insisted. “Also… I kind of wanted to talk to you about this whole… imprinting thing. I’m sorry your cover was blown back there.”
Levi didn’t say anything out of embarrassment. Of course, he was humiliated, he couldn’t even fathom what their meetings would look like once they were out of this mess. Would they think of him differently? Now that his stupid crush was out in the open. Now that they all knew he was wet for the Commander.
“But it’s a very normal thing to have happened. If we had more omegas around you’d see that just about every single one would have fought to be in your position.”
Levi felt anger welling up in his chest at the prospect.
“Don’t feel strange about it, it’s just your biology. And I know that Erwin feels a similar urge for you as well,” Hange’s voice went up a few octaves at that last part, as if it was a secret that they knew, as if they were in grade school, gossiping about their peers.
“Don’t just come in here to spew bullshit to try to make me feel better, I’m already in enough of a mess,” he grumbled, but his voice came out a bit weaker than he would have liked. “He’s the Commander of the Survey Corps, there’s no time to have a mate when you’re the Commander of the god-damned Survey Corps… even if he felt the same, which I am denying, nothing could be done about it.”
He heard Hange sigh, he couldn’t decide whether or not it was in pity or defeat, however, either was annoying so he sighed as well, his sigh, however, was blatantly irritated.
“Alright, well... I guess we’ll see how this goes. No matter what, remember who you’re fucking. This is Erwin we’re talking about here. Deep down he’s a sappy romantic, we all are well aware,” Hange stood and walked around the room a bit more, tossing various clothing articles onto the bed. “I’ll give you a little more time to settle in, then I’ll go ahead and get Erwin. I’ll bring you meals and replace your water supply throughout the week, don’t worry about cleaning up because… well, things will just get dirty again…” they chuckled as they left the room.
Levi emerged from beneath the layers of pillows and duvet’s on top of him to examine the state of the bed, Hange had tossed just about every clothing item that had been littered around the room up to join him. At first, Levi wasn’t sure why they did this, but then he found that they were… excruciatingly irresistible, so he grabbed each of them, one by one to pull beneath the duvet.
A pair of pants here, boxers there, dress shirts, tee-shirts, socks even. All of it was here with him, surrounding him, engulfing him even more with that scent of his Commander, his alpha. And then he was on his side, fucking against this pillow between his legs and spilling onto it all over again, panting and whimpering as he did so.
Then, as familiar instinct settled over him, he fell asleep. As that’s what usually happened with a heat cycle, this was why they were so dangerous. The sleep. You were vulnerable while you slept. In the underground, they had to barricade the door for the entirety of their heat. They had to stockpile food consisting mostly of whatever fruits they could find and afford as sweets were the most prominent craving of an omega in heat. For Levi, it was fresh apple and honey.
The way he slept usually, was lightly, and a few hours at a time. He’d sit up in bed against the wall or be up and around reassuring that his door and windows were locked between spouts of restless sleep. This pattern was especially so in the underground.
But during his heats, he slept like the dead. And that’s how he slept now.
It was unbeknownst to him when Hange came back into the room with Erwin, who, by now, was a sweaty mess with a shirt fastened by only a few buttons. They shoved some bread down his gullet and forced him to drink a glass of water before situating him in the chair, binding him at the wrists behind his back, and around the biceps of his arms, threading leather straps through the back of the chair to keep him secure.
“Look at this, you’re in for it this week,” Hange whispered, going around to the side of the bed and gently pulling back the duvet to reveal the sight of Levi to the hungry eyes of Commander Erwin Smith.
He slept on his side, with his face turned down towards the pile of clothing he slept on top of, opened mouth and gentle breaths, clutching that same pillow to his chest, the other still between his thighs. The shirt he wore, one of Erwin’s and far too large for his small frame, slipped down off his shoulder, exposing his collarbone and gorgeous ivory flesh, unmarked and so, so clean.
Hange pushed his sweaty hair back away from his face again, combing it away to expose his glistening temples, flushed forehead, and that familiar undercut, though they didn’t seem to realize just how much they were affecting the Commander with such an act of affection. As if the mere touch of anyone else’s hands on the omega was an action that deserved punishment.
“Is this why I had to wait an hour to enter my own room?” Erwin asked, irritable, trying his best to redirect the spout of anger welling in his chest.
“Well, yes. Omegas need time to nest and acclimate. Especially to a new alpha. Even though he knows you… with his heat, your scent is different for him now. His biology is changed,” Hange spoke softly, replacing the duvet.
“Why is he so tired? Levi doesn’t sleep like this,” Erwin said, worry evident in his tone as his brows furrowed.
“This is normal with heats, omegas have intense spouts of exhaustion between orgasms. They need to conserve their energy for copulating.”
“Wait, he’s orgasmed already?” Erwin asked, a little irritated for all the wrong reasons. Any normal person would assume it was because he was in his bed, dirtying his sheets, but it was really just because he wasn’t there for it.
Hange nodded. “That pillow between his thighs is what did him in,” they said as if they felt pity for him.
“Christ,” Erwin muttered, bowing his head and in doing so, testing the restraints of his arms. Hange had tied them well.
He would have liked to see that, to hear that. He would have… loved to watch as Levi pleasured himself on any day, let alone right now when he was so fucking desperate.
“Alright. He’s been asleep for about thirty minutes now, so he’ll probably be up soon. If you’re able to, make sure he eats something. He’ll probably want the apples. The cheese and bread are mostly for you,” Hange explained. “If he wakes up or even moves, call out to him, let him know you’re there.”
Erwin nodded, praying that Hange didn’t see much of the mound in his pants as they left the room.
He bit at the inner parts of his mouth, clenched and unclenched his fists, felt the bounds around his arms dig into his flesh. He bounced his legs with anticipation and sighed with just about every breath, squeezing his eyes closed and listening closely for any sound other than soft exhales coming from the bed in front of him.
From his Captain.
From his second in command.
The little spitfire he’d found on a routine trip to the underground. The one he’d felt drawn to instantly. He was sharp and agile, he was quick and a dominant force in many ways, in battle, in courtrooms, in meetings. There wasn’t a submissive bone in his body. But then as fate decided, he was an omega, here nesting in a pile of Erwin’s dirty laundry. Making a mess of his pillows and falling into a spout of heat.
If that wasn’t submissive, he didn’t know what was.
Maybe he could be. Maybe he could beg, he probably could beg so beautifully. With that dark velvety voice of his, how smoothly it rolled off his tongue, that lovely voice of his.
Erwin knew that Levi was already aware that he was owned. Of course, he knew that the Survey Corps relied on him, he couldn’t leave, and in that, Erwin was responsible for him. He listened to every command, followed through without question. There were times when Erwin would give him orders just to see if he’d do them. And every time, without fail, he’d get a report back on how the endeavor went.
Maybe he owned him in this regard as well. Maybe once these bounds were off, Levi would take his knot, Levi would beg for it. Maybe he’d push him down and fuck into his pretty cunt, Christ it was probably so pretty. He’d be wet and tight and quivering, he’d be hot too, so, so hot with his fever and he’d be whimpering. His gorgeous voice would make lovely sounds deep in his throat.
Then he heard something now, could it be?
Rustling on the bed, yes, a rhythmic sort of rustling, no, a rocking. A rocking that rustled the duvet and pillows. And then behind the rustling, beneath it, if he listened closely enough wasn’t the sound of soft, precious breaths, but pants and alongside those pants were velvet whimpers. Little huffs of pleasure elicited so erotically from his Captain. From the man who had not a clue of his presence.
Erwin wasn’t sure of how long he wanted this to go on, but he knew he had to see him. He had to match a face to the sounds because they were far too good not to.
“Levi,” he said, as calmly as he could manage, all Commander and none of that desperate alpha that was quickly becoming his conscious.
Then the rocking stopped, and with it the whimpers, the panting remained.
“You’re here,” a little voice said, one that was velvet and deep, but it was also quiet, it was tired.
“I am,” he answered. He wanted to pull back the blanket, he wanted to see him heated and sweaty, messy and dripping. Messy especially. He wanted to see him messy. Because it was Levi, such a cleanly little thing, he wanted to see him wrecked.
“How long was I asleep for?” He asked.
“I’m not sure… keeping track of time is difficult at the moment,” he was honest.
A part of him thanked God for Hange, for taking responsibility for their meals and schedules in order to help their week of strangeness to go as smoothly as it could. He hadn’t realized how debilitating this situation would be. Sure, he’s gone through ruts before, but never with Levi. The very omega he’s dreamt of and yearned for.
Then there was breathy laughter, really just a huff or two of chuckled exhales. But it was gorgeous.
“Can I see you?” Erwin asked then.
Silence.
“Not yet,” Levi mumbled.
“Why?” Erwin asked immediately, he felt devastated.
“Because you’re…” Levi’s small little voice said. “You’re my Commander.”
Erwin found himself grinning smugly to himself, a curl of his lips at such an acknowledgment. My Commander… not the Commander but my Commander.
“I am, Levi, I am your Commander,” Erwin agreed. “But for you, I’m more than that, isn’t that right? I’m a friend.”
“Friend,” Levi agreed.
“Yes.”
“A friend… and after this, you’ll still be,” Levi said slowly as if talking was a bit difficult, and Erwin could only imagine the agony he was in, all heated and writhing beneath the duvet. “A friend, and my Commander.”
“Yes.”
There was silence, then shuffling, the duvet shifted, and pillows rolled, Levi was emerging, his Captain would show himself to his Commander and things may never be the same once he did. Though he couldn’t tell him that. He couldn’t break the news to him that once he’s seen him in such a state, he’ll never erase the image from his head, and he’ll never picture anything besides this when he found himself hot and stiff on lonely nights for years to come.
Then the duvet formed one solid peak in the middle, the top of it round like his head. It slid backward, slowly revealing the state of his Captain.
He was sat on his knees, straddling that pillow still, wet and soiled. His hair was off of his forehead and messy with his time spent beneath the duvet. His skin beautifully flushed pink on the high points of what is usually smooth ivory and gorgeous. His hands fell loosely on his stunning thighs, bare and muscled, angry red marks from the straps of his gear.
This was the most he’s ever seen of Levi. He was a private man, he kept to himself and bathed in the night when no one else was around to see him. He never wore shorts in summer or even a short-sleeved shirt. He was as modest as they came, never exposing as much as an ankle.
But here he was, hot and sweaty and messy. Barely dressed and seemingly desperate.
“Oh, Levi…” Erwin just about sighed with disbelief, the sight of him all too irresistible.
Then Levi’s own eyes were studying him, catching on the hollow of his throat and then falling from there, down, to where his pants were way too tight. To where he was far too hot.
“I’ve never…” his hand disappeared between his legs, his other stretched forward to support his body as he leaned onto it. “I’ve never had an alpha before,” he sighed, as if in reaction to whatever he did with his hand.
His head was bowed, he was rocking slightly, onto his fingers Erwin had realized, he was fucking himself on his fingers right here in front of him, and he was beautiful as he did it. Such a beautiful body, arched and stretching, flexing and whimpering.
“Really?” Erwin asked, finding the confession a bit hard to believe.
Levi nodded, looking briefly up at him with glossy blown-out slate grey eyes.
“Just betas, and omegas with toys… I’ve had… but never anythin’ big, nothing like what you have,” Levi’s voice grew more and more hot, more and more panted and wrecked, and it was for only his fingers.
Erwin could only imagine the state of him if it were instead his fingers. He’d circle inside of him, inside that hot wetness, he’d find his sweet spots and grind against them, he’d press into him deeply, feeling every inch that he could, and he would watch as he’d writhe and convulse with such good treatment.
“Erwin… it feels weird callin’ you that right now… Erwin…” Levi whined with a voice a few octaves above his usual. “I don’t know how to go about this…”
“Then don’t call me that. Call me whatever you need to.”
“Guh…” Levi’s elbow buckled, and he was falling onto it, in doing so, arching his back, presenting to Erwin the lower parts of his back, where dimples carved his skin on either side of his spine, where he could see the perfect mounds of his ass. “Commander… I can call you that… it makes it easier…”
“That’s alright with me,” Erwin agreed.
“What will you call me?” Levi asked, turning his head to connect their gazes.
“Levi,” he said simply.
There was a moment of silence as if Levi was confused as to why Erwin could handle such a thing
“And would you still be able to call me Levi after all of this?”
Erwin chose not to mention how wonderful his own name sounded in his voice. A voice so thoroughly lofted, nonetheless.
“I will. I’m not pretending you’re anyone different, you’re Levi, my Captain, my closest friend,” Erwin said evenly, expressing his feelings.
Levi scoffed, and Erwin wasn’t entirely sure why.
Then there were a few moments of Levi adjusting to whatever girth of fingers he shoved into himself, all scrunched up features and whimpered breaths.
Once he regained control of his breathing, once he was well adjusted to the work he did stretching his cunt, he spoke.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, Commander.”
Then he was gently removing his fingers, sitting up slowly onto all fours, reaching out a hand, touching Erwin’s knee, then his thigh, then it found the buckle of his pants, undoing it then dragging down the zipper.
“I know we’re both compromised, but I don’t want this to be more than what it needs to be,” Levi said. “We’ll fuck when we need to, how we need to, and then we’ll ignore the rest of it.”
“The rest of it?” Erwin asked, intrigued.
Levi shook his head, feigning eye contact as he sat onto his knees now, gripping his pants and pulling them down, Erwin picked up his hips to help him.
“No knotting, not unless…” he trailed off. “No, not unless… just no knotting. No cuddling, no kissin’, definitely no kissin’.”
Then his hands were on his cock, there was no teasing, other than whatever the fuck happened just before this. Though Erwin supposed it wasn’t really supposed to be for Erwin’s pleasure, it was Levi adjusting, opening himself up to take him. Erwin just found pleasure in it, the image of him bent over, knuckle deep inside himself was now ingrained in his mind.
It was hard to focus on anything Levi said, only because his hands, his pretty little hands, delicate and ethereal in everything they did, were on his cock, stroking him. One gripping around his shaft while the other, with a touch of only two fingers, rubbed circles against the head.
“Christ… all alphas like this?” Levi asked, his voice was a little choked up as if he was nervous… as if he was taken aback or overcome with feelings of lust.
“I’m not sure,” Erwin said honestly, panting now with the attention to his cock that has been stiff since Levi had entered their morning meeting.
The room was thick with the aroma of both of them combined, sweet lavender, delectable, and perfectly Levi mixed with his own familiar sage, and the scent was just perfect. It was arousing, and with that it was intoxicating. It was a scent he knew they wouldn’t be able to rid of for weeks to come after this, and that wasn’t something he found to be a problem.
Levi was shifting again, clambering onto the chair, a foot at either side of Erwin’s thighs as he squatted, hovering just above his lap. Now that he had moved like this, abandoned the pillow entirely, Erwin could see his cunt. And with the sight, he blushed.
Levi his Captain, his favorite, was here, naked in his lap, one hand on the back of the chair he sat on as the other held his cock, lining him up with his cunt that was oozing wetness between his thighs.
His pretty eyes were squeezed shut, and his face was even turned away, this really was purely business. It felt that way. He was fucking him because he needed to, because he was in heat, and he needed a cock inside of him. And at the same time, he was fucking him because Erwin needed it, his Commander was rutting after all. This was just something they had to do.
Somehow, he felt that the fact didn’t take away from the experience, because he was so precious like this even still, without displaying the symptoms of a usual omega in heat. He was in control as he sat down onto his cock, even if it was the first alpha that he’s taken.
Levi’s scrunched-up features, the hotness of his cunt, wet and quivering, and everything perfect around his cock. All of it was perfect, and then once he remembered that it was Levi on his cock, whimpering as he bounced on it, fucking himself on it… he found himself craving.
He wanted to bite, he wanted to bury his face in his neck and gnaw on the sweet taste of him, he wanted to take control, fold his body as he fucked him deeply, thoroughly fucked him. That’s what he wanted. And with that there’d be bruises, there’d be bite marks and maybe even pain and that’s why he was here tied up. He couldn’t do that to Levi.
But fuck he wanted to.
Because he looked so good like this, felt so good like this already, he wanted to push the shirt he wore up and out of the way, he wanted to see his chest because he knew his nipples were pink and swollen. He wanted to feel them in his mouth, and he wanted Levi to cum because of it. He wanted to… Christ, there was so much he wanted to do to this man here, bouncing on his cock like such a good omega.
Erwin’s eyes watched Levi’s every move, while Levi’s remained squeezed shut, his head turned away to the side.
“Does it feel okay?” Erwin asked, only because he knew that he was his first.
Levi didn’t speak, instead, he leaned forward a bit, hiding his face in Erwin’s peripheral vision as he used his now free hand to cover Erwin’s mouth. As if he didn’t want him to speak, as if words would be too much right now. And in a way, it was cute, because he was shy, and he was trying his best to simply take care of them. He didn’t want to talk about what was happening because something in his brain still didn’t want to believe it.
So Erwin let him do what he needed to do. Sat back, felt the warmth of his hand on his mouth, resisting the urge to run his tongue over the taste of his palm.
He focused on the feeling of his hole around his cock, it was hot, and it was tight, one of the tightest he’s ever felt and that’s only because he was the first alpha inside of it. That thought really drove him mad.
It made him feel special, and he supposed he should. Because Levi, humanity’s strongest, his Captain, his right-hand man, this beautiful specimen of an omega in heat was here riding his cock while he was experiencing the throughs of a rut.
And Christ he was gorgeous while he did it, with his flexing thighs and flushed skin. With how he leaned now, Erwin could see his chest down the front of his shirt, and his predictions proved true, gorgeous nipples, pink and swollen, begging for attention that they just weren’t getting.
Sadly, Erwin couldn’t see Levi’s face as he convulsed with orgasm, he only felt it around his cock and heard the muffled whimper behind his breath, as if he was trying to keep his voice down… as if he was hiding it away. After his body was through with convulsing he regained himself, he stood up off of his cock to pump Erwin to orgasm.
He was still feigning eye contact, but he watched his hands as they pleasured Erwin, gorgeous hands, one pumping at his cock as the other gripped his balls. The entirety of him was wet with Levi’s slick, so much so that it glinted in the light, and he felt it between his thighs.
“Come on already,” Levi groaned, blushing profusely now, so much that it was blatantly obvious despite the natural flush of his heat, it was down his chest, on the cap of his visible shoulder.
And somehow the look of his blushing features, the way his body looked now, the image of him enthralled in his heat, gorgeous and flushed and damp with sweat and his own slick, is what brought about his first knot. Of course, this knot had the desire to belong somewhere, to be lodged somewhere warm and tight and safe, but instead, Levi squeezed it, roughly. For others, it might have been too rough, but anything that Levi did to his body would be deemed as perfect, only because it was Levi doing it.
He couldn’t help the way that his head lulled onto the back of the chair, how he groaned openly with the release because it had been so pent up. Hours of enduring such a hard fucking cock for this moment to wash over him, and it did so sweetly, at the hands of his inferior soldier, his favorite.
“Thank you,” he sighed before he’d even realized he’d said it. It was the sort of politeness one would expect due to a blessing after a sneeze, let alone when he was brought to such a heady release.
“Shut up,” Levi chuckled, and it was the first little moment, the first glimpse of his usual self. With it, Erwin felt happy.
Erwin laughed as well, and it was panted and breathy and maybe even a little delirious after cumming so hard.
“I’d help you clean up, but my hands are tied,” Erwin said with a cheeky grin.
“And they’ll stay that way,” Levi said quietly, regressing back into his reserved self, his almost embarrassed self… which made Erwin feel sad.
He had many urges of course, but surprisingly, for an alpha in rut, most of them were emotional. He wanted to hold him, closely, safely to his chest, tucked away in his neck, he wanted to kiss him, stroke parts of his body gently to help soothe tension he knew he was holding. He wanted to lick and kiss and pleasure parts of his body that may have never received such treatment before.
These thoughts helped to ease his mind about the constraints, maybe they were unnecessary.
Then at the same time, he wanted to fuck him. He wanted to do it properly though, on the bed with Levi beneath him. His small little body spread wide for his cock. His mouth would be opened and gasping, moaning, whimpering… his eyes may be watered, but it wouldn’t be with pain, it’d be for pleasure. He’d kiss and gnaw at the little mounds on either side of his neck, the swollen pucks of his nipples on his chest, and with either treatment, he’d writhe and cry out with the overstimulation of this combined with his cock buried deep in his cunt.
Then after it all, after he’d fuck him properly, Levi would take his knot, and he’d probably take it so well too, he’d clench around it once it was buried deep. His pretty little cunt would milk the cum out of him, and as it did, Erwin would smother him with kisses, licking the sweat from the hollows of his neck, his chest, he’d kiss his lazy mouth, and watch as his eyelids blinked slower and slower.
But for now, he was asleep. After washing up he’d returned to his pile of blankets and pillows and was softly snoring beneath them. Sure, the position that Erwin was in was cruel, he knew that. But he didn’t care to voice his disdain.
His arms were stiff and aching, his cock was already hard again, but he couldn’t care all that much about it. He was feeling far too euphoric. He’d just felt Levi around him, he’d just had his pretty hands all over his cock, his tight, wet, heat that felt like heaven on earth.
Now, he could listen to his sweet, soft little snores and wait until he was awake to take him again.
He was never a man to consider time off from his post, away from his duties, but this week could only be described to himself as a sort of… vacation. Yes, a vacation. Fucking his subordinate as he writhed and panted, hot with fever and scenting desperate was exactly what he’d consider as a week of pleasure, and a week of pleasure could only be described as a vacation, so yes… the Commander was on vacation this week.
His head was too dizzy with rut to consider keeping track of the time, especially when it came time for Levi to get up and take him again, with his pretty chest peeking out of his shirt, his hand over his mouth, callused but sweet-smelling. Erwin couldn’t suppress his urge to lean forward as much as he could this time, as Levi rhythmically and gently bounced on his cock. He just needed to scent him up close, pressing his nose to his neck and breathing deeply was as close as he’d get to marking him as his own.
“Ah…” Levi whimpered as he almost fell backward, Erwin noticed now just how much his thighs trembled, how much he quivered, how his face was somehow more pink than before.
If Erwin’s mouth wasn’t covered, he may have commented on it, he may have asked him if the action of scenting him aided in his pleasure. But he couldn’t, so he didn’t, and he supposed that Levi wouldn’t have wanted him to anyway.
He was brought to orgasm a bit quicker this time around, as the sound that Levi made when he was pushed off balance replayed in his head like a song.
It was too consecutive after his last to form much of a knot, so Erwin came inside of him, deep inside of him too, Levi was far too taken by his biological urge to move off of him immediately. Instead, his body draped over Erwin, his nose pressed to his neck and his hand fell slack over his mouth, falling to instead rest on top of his thigh.
He was worn down, exhausted.
“You know…” Erwin spoke quietly. “It’s against your biology to do it like this… your stamina isn’t what it usually is.”
Levi was panting against his neck, his breath was hot and just as sweet-smelling as the rest of him.
“It’s what you wanted,” Levi mumbled, turning his head away from his neck then, to rest on his shoulder, breathing away from him.
He was too tired to even move. This wasn’t right, it was all wrong, this isn’t how an omega in heat should be treated.
“Well, it’s wrong,” Erwin said simply. “Cruel… an omega shouldn’t have to exert themselves in sex as you are now.”
“Change it then,” his voice was angry behind his panted breaths.
“I can’t untie myself.”
“Tell me to then,” Levi grumbled.
“You can barely move.”
Levi scoffed, and with it, he felt his cunt clench around his cock, still buried deep inside of him, it was so warm, it felt wonderful to have him seated onto him like this, but everything else about the situation was far too uncomfortable to bear.
With Levi still like this, he felt all the more desire to thrust, to buck up into him and feel more of that heat, that friction, at a pace that really scratched that primal urge inside of him. Then, as if his subconscious was the only voice in his head, he rolled his hips. It wasn’t fast, it wasn’t rough, it was just a gentle little thrust of the movement.
“Oh…” Levi sighed at the feeling, his pretty voice felt like electricity against his chest, they were so close right now, pressed so firmly together with Levi’s entire weight draped over him like this.
“Levi… untie me,” Erwin said quickly.
He wasn’t himself, he was absolutely alpha right now, his sense was lost in the wind regarding safety and morals. He wanted to lay with this omega, his omega.
“Stop moving… or I… ah… I can’t…”
He’d realized now that his hips were still moving, he was still canting ever so slowly up into that feeling of Levi.
“Sorry,” he muttered as he halted himself.
Slowly, Levi righted himself, with a firm grip on his shoulders he sat up and gently slid off of his cock. Where the two of them were connected was messier than he’s ever been in his life, all slick and milky with cum.
Levi noticed it too, once he’d stood with steady feet on the ground he arched to look at his body.
“Oh God…” he groaned, his voice still had this airy feature, it was his heat that made him sound like this. Erwin wasn’t even sure if it was Levi actually speaking, or his own cloudy brain that made him sound like such a dream.
Levi wobbled over to the washroom to care for himself, when he came back he gently cleaned off Erwin as well.
“Alphas are so messy,” Levi muttered as he cleaned him, gently.
“This won’t do much good if you still plan on untying me,” Erwin said, his voice was becoming lower, more husked and driven with lust.
“You told me to, Commander, of course, I will… I just don’t… the mess is makin’ me dizzy is all,” Levi explained quietly as he finished cleaning him, rubbing the cloth gently between his thighs now.
“Right, of course… my apologies,” Erwin sighed and shook his head. “You’re such a cleanly man, it must be difficult to feel so messy.”
“It just makes me… it makes me feel…” he shook his head as he stood up as if he no longer wanted to share his thought.
“Makes you feel what?” Erwin asked.
Levi said nothing as he disposed of the rag and got to work on Erwin’s restraints.
“Levi,” he pressed, only because he felt like he’d be interested in what he had to share, only because he wanted to see if his thinking was correct.
“Let me… let me focus on this for a second… please…” his voice was weak, whimpering, and desperate as if any task besides taking Erwin’s cock was one he was almost unfit to do.
Erwin felt the restraint around his hands fall loose, then the ones at his arms, then he was able to shrug out of his shirt completely and feel his muscles fall back into place.
Levi was already crawling back onto the bed as if standing was even a bit much for him at the moment. As if instinct took over completely, Erwin was crouching over him, his crawling frame beneath him, feeling the heat of even his back against his chest, then his hand was pushing just between his shoulder blades, forcing him to arch down onto the bed, pressing his shoulders down against the mattress.
“You like feeling messy, don’t you?” Erwin muttered, crowding over him to say it closely, against the shell of his ear.
Levi’s body said what he couldn’t, shivering beneath him as his hand was quick to cover his face.
Erwin was pressing inside of him again at this point, and Levi was widening his legs to accept him, whimpering behind his breath with every thrust inside.
He didn’t fuck into him roughly by any means, but it was a complete thrust, worth his entire length, instant and pressing on the thrust inside. It was a good way of fucking him, something that he supposed would feel nice in Levi’s position.
Levi was gasping after a while, the hotness of his cunt was quivering and felt like a fever around him, squeezing him so tightly, as if it was begging for such a good fucking.
Erwin knew that arching like this, keeping his ass up in the air and steady may have even been too much for his body weakened with heat to handle so he flipped him over, handling him more than what may have been polite with his rut.
“Wait… Commander, please… I can’t face you,” he whimpered, draping his arms over his face to conceal behind his elbows.
“Don’t look at me then,” Erwin ordered, pushing up the fabric of his shirt to suck a swollen pink bud into his mouth, it was a taste he’d been dying for, craving ever since he thought about them even being there, existing there on Levi’s pretty little body.
“Eh!” Levi jolted with the sensation, squeezing his cunt around Erwin’s cock tighter than he has yet. “That… that doesn’t feel right, you’ve gotta cut it out!” His voice was shaking with such stimulation, from the fucking of Erwin’s cock, and the work his mouth did to his chest, sucking him so thoroughly, biting him ever so gently with the graze of his teeth.
“Relax into it…” Erwin ordered.
“Shit…” Levi whimpered and then he was cumming, squeezing around him, arching and writhing and before Erwin’s knot could have its way he pulled out and came in ropes onto Levi’s spent cunt.
The two of them were panting, Erwin had most of his weight on Levi so he shifted off of him, supposing that his fever would make such a thing uncomfortable.
Once he’d had space to himself he pushed his shirt back down over his chest.
“Sorry…” Erwin said, feeling shameful for exposing him.
“No… don’t… don’t say sorry,” Levi spoke between heady panted breaths. “You can do that if you wanna… I’m here for you….”
Erwin sighed and stood to find something to help Levi get clean, his legs were still wide, and his cunt was dripping with Erwin’s cum. He wasn’t expecting there to be so much, honestly, he wasn’t expecting another knot so soon after his first, but he supposed Levi made his body work differently, Levi was just… different.
“I’d hate to push boundaries, my body seems to be ever so inclined to pleasure yours… all I want is for you to feel good, Levi,” he spoke sincerely as he took a warm, damp rag to his cunt, cleaning him gently, thoroughly.
Levi sucked his teeth and turned his head to the side despite his arm draped over his face. “Weird alpha you are… Commander.”
“I suppose,” Erwin chuckled.
Erwin’s attention then addressed the bowl of apples. With a surge of needing to provide for his mate… well… his captain, his friend… he retrieved one, one that was especially pristine, unblemished, and firm in his touch. Then, with his knife, he cut it into fourths and pit the core.
“Here,” he said gently, as he wasn’t sure if Levi was yet asleep, his legs had slowly fallen to the side by now.
Levi stirred and took his arm away from his eyes to see what Erwin had addressed him with, his eyes widened slightly with the offering as if he didn’t know that the fruit was something that would have been offered to him as if he was almost… excited to see such a thing presented. Erwin could only regard the short little moment of his curious eyes as sweet because it simply was, it was sweet to see Levi excited about anything for that matter.
Quickly, he grabbed one of the apple wedges and sat up to recline back onto a palm against the mattress. His hair was messy, his cheeks were heated and the shirt he wore, Erwin’s shirt, was still sagging off over his shoulder. He bit into the apple, Erwin couldn’t keep himself from admiring the small point of his canine teeth as he did it too… his teeth were something he admired a lot. They were straight besides just two on the bottom set, they were clean and a pretty sort of cleanly white, he’d expect nothing less from such a man.
“Underground… we could never really get apples like this…” Levi shared. “The fruit was always dried and expensive.”
Erwin’s heart sighed with such news, he supposed, with how his eyes lit up just moments ago, it would be cruel to keep such a simple treat from an omega thralled in heat.
“You usually like apples,” Erwin mused.
Levi nodded as he took another bite, his eyes briefly meeting Erwin’s as he took another wedge from his hand.
“They’re probably even better for you now,” he supposed. “Do you crave them? In your heat?”
Another nod, this one was a bit more insistent.
When he was onto the last wedge, Erwin got to work slicing up another apple.
Levi shifted a bit closer to him now, his chin pressed to his bare shoulder, the one closest to Erwin as he watched him slice up the apple as if he wanted to scent him, to be nearer to him, but he was shy.
Erwin held out the wedges to him just as he had that first time, Levi got to eating them again, one at a time.
Then, there was a knocking at their door, the pause afterward wasn’t even a second long, so as the door started to creep open, Erwin knew it could have only been one person.
“Ah! You’re out of the chair!” Hange announced with raised brows.
Erwin quickly reached for the nearest pillow to place over himself, he wanted to maintain at least a fraction of his dignity. When Levi didn’t do the same, he pulled the blanket up over his legs as he opted to instead take another apple wedge, then, it was as if the need to cover himself finally registered and he helped Erwin with situating the blanket over his waist.
“Don’t worry about all that, Levi won’t be too worried about me seeing him,” Hange chuckled and waved their hand.
“How do you know that?” Levi grumbled.
“I am an expert on everything, I know all about your omega brain and how it works. I’m your beta, you feel like I’m here to care for you, which I am of course,” Hange explained as they set a bowl of stew for each of them down at the table next to Erwin.
“Thank you,” Erwin said a bit stiffly, despite Levi’s feelings, he couldn’t keep himself from feeling awkward with Hange’s presence in a place so tainted with sex, he wanted this room to smell only of him and Levi. Levi’s sweet lavender and his heady sage, he wasn’t looking to involve a third, woody scent.
“Don’t worry Commander I’ll be outta your hair in just a moment, I’ve just gotta check in on our favorite Captain,” Hange rolled their eyes and waved their hand.
“I’m fine,” Levi grumbled.
“Sheesh! Yeah, sure, now that you’ve gotten busy I see,” Hange’s brows shot up their forehead and their fingers went to stroke their chin as their eyes were busy analyzing the bed.
Levi sucked his teeth before taking another apple wedge from Erwin.
“How are we feeling, though? Anyone need anything?” They clasped their hands together and looked between the two of them.
Erwin looked to Levi, prompting an answer out of him because the only thing he felt like he needed was right there in his gaze.
“Honey,” he muttered as if doubtful he’ll be able to receive such a treat with his mind so cloudy with memories of the underground. He’d just been thrilled about an apple moments ago after all. Erwin supposed that his heat made his brain a little cloudy, especially considering that he may be feeling drowsy after so much sex.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Hange bowed and spun on their heel to leave.
“And rags!” Levi called after them.
Hange snorted and nodded in response.
“Unbelievable,” Levi grumbled as he took another bite of an apple.
The juice of it put a shine in his lip, one that may have tasted sweet, sweeter than his lips may have tasted before the fruit. Erwin’s eyes were trained on him, watching him because he felt as if he had permission to with the situation. The only thought on his mind was something doubtful about how easy it would be to keep himself from kissing him.