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The first time Levi laid eyes on his future mate was at his sixteenth birthday.

“So, when are you going to finally bond?” Kenny asks, head tilting as Levi stands in the doorway, eyes wide and staring at the stunning brunette sitting with his family on the couch. But when he realises his uncle isn’t talking to him, a low growl threatens to reveal itself from his throat.

And then there’s the problem of the bundle wrapped within the omega’s arms.

“The pup’s not mine,” Mikasa says without changing her expression. Their uncle lets slip a little noise of both surprise and confusion. Levi perks up, head tilting. His cousin isn’t mated to this beauty? “Eren’s staying with me now ‘cause his asshole mate cheated on him.”

This time, Levi fails at smothering the dark rumble of distaste that starts up within his chest. Three pairs of eyes flit towards him, two matching silver and one a gorgeous shade of emerald.

His uncle chuckles and bares a bit of fang when he says, “Cool it, hot shot, it’s my territory too.”

He doesn’t correct Kenny, simply lets him continue believing he’s upset at having a stranger in his house without permission. As it stands, he’s more than pleased to have the oblivious omega tucked up on his couch, holding his pup close and tucking the tiny thing’s head against his neck to breathe his scent.

“Sorry, I forgot Mikasa told me you presented recently,” he says, voice smooth and friendly. He’s completely unaware of the effect he has on Levi, the way he has to freeze in place to stop himself from getting up and into the omega’s personal space. He chuckles and smiles when he apologises, “Should’ve given you some warning before appearing in your house. I’m Eren, Mikasa’s childhood friend.”

Friend.

“It’s fine,” Levi says as he eyes the wrapped presents under the shitty little fake tree Kenny bought secondhand. There’s a whole lot more than what was there in the morning, more than double the amount. Not that there was a lot to begin with, anyway. Did Eren bring presents for a stranger and his ward or did Mikasa decide to be extra generous this year?

With the way they’re sitting, the only open spot is next to Eren…

He sits down tentatively, sniffing at the air and peering at the pup wrapped in a thick blanket within the older’s arms. Its eyes remain closed, face half-hidden against Eren’s chest.

Levi tries and fails to not look so interested. He ends up leaning closer and sniffing very audibly, a crease in his brow. Eren blinks and leans back, smile flickering at the corners ever so slightly.

A hand smacks him upside the head, startling a snarl from the young alpha as he glares at Kenny.

“Look, brat, I get that you’re freshly presented and all that, but don’t go shoving your nose in other people’s space,” the man reprimands, lips briefly curling upwards to bare his fangs.

“It’s okay,” Eren says as he readjusts the pup in his hold, letting them sit more upright, closer to Levi. “He hasn’t been around a pup since he presented, has he? He can scent her all he likes.”

Yes, the pup is what he’s sniffing at…

Levi settles back against the couch more, side-eyeing Kenny as his uncle continues watching the teen with narrowed eyes and a very obvious suspicion.

“No need to hit him…”

“Wasn’t even a hit, just a love-tap,” Kenny excuses as he swirls his drink. The man scoffs and brings the glass to his lips. “Go open your presents then, spoilt brat…”

Levi closes his eyes so the man doesn’t see the sour look he wants to cast at his fellow alpha, but when he opens them up, it’s to see Eren pulling an odd face, lips pressing into a thin line and eyebrows pulled down into a frown. Concerned for him? How sweet…

He barely glances at the card Kenny gives him. It doesn’t even have his name in it. At least the old bastard remembered to get him two gifts, but he cares not for them.

Mikasa has some kind messages for him written down, a gift for both his birthday and Christmas too.

Levi peers at Eren when the last two gifts are set in his lap, noting the way the omega smiles and shrugs a shoulder as he rubs his pup’s back. “I didn’t know what to get you, so Mikasa gave me some hints.”

A bluetooth speaker? Okay, nice, he likes that one. And a book? He doesn’t know this one or the author, but the premise seems interesting enough. Levi sets aside the wrapping paper and rests a hand atop the presents. “Thank you, you didn’t have to, you don’t know me.”

“No, but Mikasa has helped me a lot and you’re her only other family. So, I wanted to show my appreciation.”

His scent sweetens, softer and kinder. His pup chirrups in response and buries her face more against the omega’s chest. Levi’s almost jealous… almost. Lucky pup.

“I’m going to assume you haven’t started cooking yet,” Mikasa finally says as she stands up and begins moving towards the kitchen.

Kenny doesn’t hesitate to grimace and growl as he chases after her, barking something about not fucking up his kitchen, Levi does that enough as is. The young alpha glares but remains quiet, ignoring the twitch of his lips. Kenny always reprimands him if he shows fang…

“How is it?” It’s unfair how quickly Eren captures his attention oh so easily, letting slip a curious hum and meeting the older’s stare with an arched brow. “Mikasa told me you moved in with Kenny after—I mean, a few months ago.”

“After my mother died,” Levi states. Eren flinches and nods ever so slowly, apologising under his breath. “It’s fine, it happened, no use pretending it didn’t.” With a quick glance at the kitchen doorway and overhearing Kenny cursing Mikasa out for using the wrong spoon, he toys with the pages of the book and keeps his voice low. “Kenny’s a drunk asshole who’s barely home. Only reason there’s food in the fridge is because Mikasa comes over for Christmas.”

“Why did they make him your guardian then?” Eren asks, a strained tone slipping into his voice. His scent sours, tangy and bitter. It hurts his nose. And if it hurts him, it’s no surprise when the poor pup in the omega’s arms whines and cries out. “Ah, sorry, Rosie, shhh, it’s okay, it’s fine, dear.” The pup continues squirming, face scrunched up when Eren fails at controlling his scent. “Shit, sorry, could you—Levi, can you just hold her for a moment? She’s been pushing on my bladder and she’s picky about scents. Normally Mikasa holds her but…”

Levi hesitates, peering at the whimpering babe before giving a small nod.

His hands don’t go in the right place when the pup is delivered into his arms, but Levi has a tight leash on his scent, keeping it neutral. He still tenses up when the tiny thing shoves her face into his neck and nestles in, settling down comfortably against the young alpha’s chest.

Levi glances upwards, pausing in place, but the smile on Eren’s face shows no signs of displeasure as he lets slip a soft purr. “She likes you,” he chuckles, reaching out and patting the little one’s soft black hair. Then the omega stands and says, “I’ll be quick. Where’s the bathroom?”

Levi points at the door in the hallway.

And once he’s alone with the tiny pup resting on his front, Levi peers down at her and sniffs a couple times. She still has Eren’s scent clinging to her skin, but with more of a milky aroma, soft and soothing. Eren still has that delicious creamy smell. Definitely milk…

Very lucky pup indeed.

Eren leaves her in his arms—Rosalie, because she had pretty rosy cheeks when she was born—until they’re eating.

Levi still can’t hide the way his eyes tighten with every new glass of whiskey his uncle pours himself.

Mikasa cooks all the food, unsurprisingly. The fanciest food Kenny can make is packaged ravioli. Tonight’s the first night Levi has had proper food in almost half a year. He eats seconds, then thirds, before finally admitting defeat. Everyone eats their share except the pup who keeps peering at Levi from Eren’s arms, cooing and chirruping occasionally, exposing her gums with a smile.

The cake Kenny gives him is store bought.

The brunette pulls a face when they cut the cake without candles or singing; Kenny will throw a fit if they try. Best to not piss him off so he doesn’t have a reason to be even more angry after Mikasa and Eren leave.

When Rosalie starts grizzling, gripping tighter to the omega’s shirt and yanking, Eren sighs and tugs his shirt down.

Levi very pointedly looks away as he starts nursing his pup. Nope. Not looking. Looking is weird. Don’t make Eren feel weird about feeding his pup!

“Hahaha, what’s wrong, runt?” Kenny mocks, leaning forward in his chair and getting into Levi’s space. “Still not used to omegas? Bet you woulda lost control if some bitch went into heat at—”

Two things happen.

One, Levi kicks the glass clean out of Kenny’s wobbly hand. It doesn’t break when it lands, but the remaining whiskey splatters across the wooden floorboard. What a fucking mess…

Two, Mikasa ditches her spoon directly at the man’s forehead. It hits and flies off somewhere else, clattering against the wall.

The alpha lets slip an enraged bellow, standing upright and first glaring at the dark-haired girl as a red mark forms on his forehead before his attention drifts to the closer assailant.

Levi blocks the first attack, turning and facing Kenny as a fist slides off his arm and barely misses his head. Eren yelps, pup hiccupping and crying out mere seconds later.

Whether it’s the pup or Eren, Levi doesn’t know, but he’s immediately, alert and vaulting forward to slam his shoulder into his uncle’s gut. He receives a sharp elbow against his spine, digging in and knocking Levi to the wet floor. His shoe knocks into the abandoned glass, sending it rolling across the floor.

“Kenny!” Mikasa hisses.

Levi lets slip a low snarl as he leans against the couch, peering up at the swaying alpha overhead. The man bares his fangs, staring intently at the teen, only to startle at the presence that gets between them.

Arms up, Eren rushes to say, “Hey, hey, it’s alright!” A wavering smile spreads across his face as he stares at Kenny, head tilting and shoulders relaxed, not a threat. “It’s Christmas—it’s Levi’s birthday, no need to fight like this.

Wait, where’s…?

Levi frowns and looks around, spotting the pup squealing on the couch and crying louder. Despite the ache in his spine, the young alpha casts one more glance at Kenny before turning his back. He curls an arm around Rosalie and sits back on the couch. She blinks pretty amber eyes up at Levi as the teen scoops her up to lie on his chest as he leans back.

Kenny won’t hit him while he’s holding a tiny pup. And every breath of Rosalie’s milky aroma has Levi’s heartbeat slowing down, eyes flickering towards Eren as the omega checks on him but remains facing the drunk alpha. Perfect protective dam…

“Little shit’s gotta learn some fuckin’ manners ‘stead a getting in fights all the time,” the man finally says as he rubs at his head where he was hit. “Never woulda thought your mother would raise such a problem pup.”

“Watch your tongue,” Mikasa snarls before Levi can. “Aunty Kuchel was lovely. It’s because of your shitty care he’s started acting out.”

Levi sighs. Not like he isn’t right here, but he appreciates his cousin’s support.

The disgusted look Kenny casts him as he growls and shakes his head promises him at least a month of misery. “Whatever,” he spits, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from his jacket as he turns away. “Just do the fucking dishes before you go to sleep. Happy fucking birthday, shittiest holiday ever…”

Levi stares, unmoving, letting the little pup continue nestling against his neck. She settles so easily, completely forgetting about earlier’s fiasco in favour of being held by the young alpha.

But the moment Kenny departs and is out of view, Eren turns around and sits beside him again, frowning and reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. “Just ignore him, it’s your day, not his. Don’t let him get to you.”

“I don’t,” Levi answers earnestly. Kenny’s a fucking asshole, sure, he gets a few bumps and bruises when the guy is particularly pissed, but he doesn’t let it get to him.

“Then what’s this I hear about you skipping detention?” Mikasa questions, leaning forward to peer at her cousin. “You never got in trouble before.”

True, but things were different back then. He wasn’t arriving late because Kenny almost fucking died from being stabbed so Levi had to stay up late stitching his guts and ended up almost missing the bus. Before, Levi wasn’t sneaking onto excursion buses because someone conveniently forgot to submit the paperwork which had a $25 fee that was ‘absolutely ridiculous’ . How is it his fault for defending himself when the shitheads at school think it’s a good idea to start mocking the transfer kid for his alcoholic uncle and dead mother? It’s different now. But Mikasa knows that.

All he can say to reassure her is, “I still get As.”

She merely hums and slowly nods.

It’s Eren who has the bright idea to offer, “You can always visit us if you need some time away, yeah?” That manages to capture the teen’s attention as his eyes widen a fraction. “Just… if you want a proper meal. I still have my car so I can drop you off at school in the morning.”

“Eren…” Mikasa’s voice remains low with warning, a sharper edge hidden beneath it as she meets her friend’s stare and cocks her head towards the hallway where Kenny disappeared through. Levi can’t see what Eren’s face looks like, but when he hears the omega let out a low, whistling whine, his skin prickles and he perks up. His whole body responds without him meaning to. Mikasa reacts similarly, albeit she masks hers a bit better due to being used to Eren’s antics. But, even so, she sighs and closes her eyes before looking past the brunette towards Levi. “You have my address, you can come over when you need to.”

Levi’s never needed to visit Mikasa before, even after Mom died, but with Eren there…

“Thank you for the offer,” he says. Not a yes, but not a no either. If Kenny finds out…

“I can always pick you up if you don’t want to waste money on a bus,” Eren offers. Before Levi can answer, the pup in his arms squeals and tugs on the alpha’s shirt. He has zero idea what she wants, but Eren laughs and scoops her out of the teen’s hold. “Yes, yes, okay, sorry I interrupted your meal, darling.”

Levi doesn’t even register it when he watches Eren yank his top down, revealing pert, swollen nipples. He swears he sees milk dripping out of one before the pup latches on. Even then, he watches for an extra few seconds before seeming to realise and hurriedly looking away, shit, Eren’s going to think he’s a perv or something for staring like that…

Instead, the omega chuckles softly. “You haven’t seen an omega feeding their pup, have you?” Levi shakes his head. Maybe in passing at the mall? But they always cover themselves with a blanket. “It’s okay. It used to hurt, but it’s fine now.”

It’s okay?

Levi’s eyes briefly dart towards Eren, catching the older’s warm gaze before it drifts down to the tiny body held within his arms. Rosalie simply purrs and chirrups while she feeds, entirely unaware of how lucky she is to have a dam like Eren caring for her.

When Levi gets up to clean the dishes, Eren tells him to sit down, it’s his birthday, he can do it. Which isn’t fair; it’s Christmas too, so everyone should share the load evenly. But, no, the stubborn omega hands little Rosie over to him and says she likes his scent, managing to convince the alpha to behave and stay on the couch while Eren and Mikasa take over cleaning the dishes and the whiskey on the floor.

And Levi gets to sit back and hold the sleepy little babe as she gurgles and squirms against his front before finally falling still, thumbing at his collar. He doesn’t know exactly when she falls asleep, busy inhaling Eren’s scent clinging to her and the alluring smell of milk, but when the omega returns and coos about how cute she is when resting, Levi preens silently.

Mikasa thanks him for the gifts he managed to scrounge up with what little money he gets as an allowance and tells him to take care.

She ends up having to drag Eren away as the omega tries to tell the teen a dozen different things, from calling him if Kenny is being really nasty to texting Mikasa if he needs money for anything.

Once the door closes and the three deadbolts on the door click into place, his world fades back to shades of black and grey.

After checking everything is clean and tidy, Levi retreats to his room.

He shoves his dresser in front of the door.

He’s not dealing with Kenny’s drunk, belligerent ass tonight.

The book Eren got him sits upon his bedside table, allowing him to get comfortable under the blankets and start reading it until he takes a long inhale. Levi frowns. The scent of milk and vanilla lingers.

He sniffs the book, but it just smells like paper.

It’s not until the young alpha sniffs at his own skin that he realises Eren’s scent had rubbed onto him.

It’ll wash away during his morning shower tomorrow, but that just gives him more incentive to pay his cousin a visit in the near future.

He sleeps after two chapters, only to wake up around three AM to banging on his door, Kenny demanding him to open up and ‘talk’ to him.

Not happening. Levi doesn’t answer with his words, but the deep, thunderous growl rumbling within his chest speaks for itself. And no matter how much the drunk tries telling him to watch his mouth, Levi continues making the noise. This is his room, his territory, and he’s not Letting his sorry excuse for an uncle enter.

He leaves after half an hour of banging and snarling and shouting threats at him. Levi finally goes back to sleep afterwards.

One can only avoid the person they’re living with for so long, however…

The moment Eren answers the front door and spots Levi, his eyes widen and he yanks it the rest of the way open, leaning down to get closer to his face. “What happened?” he demands, gingerly brushing a thumb across Levi’s cheek, just beneath his black eye.

“Kenny didn’t like me kicking his drink during Christmas,” he says. “I need ice. We only have a half-finished bag of peas and corn.” A lie; they have an ice pack, but Kenny has it hidden away somewhere, telling Levi to deal with the pain like a proper alpha. Instead, he took up Eren’s offer and went to his cousin’s place.

Though he’s a little taken aback by the sudden growl that spills out of Eren as the omega ushers him inside. “That knothead, I swear. I heard stories from Mikasa, but I never realised how bad it really was…”

Levi can only shrug. He remembers Mikasa’s layout vaguely from when she first bought it and Mom came over to congratulate her. Everything’s moved around a little different, but he remembers where the bathroom is. And there are a whole lot of baby toys now…

“Stay here,” Eren says as he sits the teen down on the couch, squeezes his shoulders, and walks off into the kitchen, the fabric of his dress swaying with each step. Levi watches as the omega pulls open the freezer, retrieves a proper ice pack, wraps it in a dish cloth, and returns to him. “Was this earlier today?” he asks as he crouches down to get on the same level and gingerly presses the cold pack to his bruised, swollen eye. Nod. Eren’s lips press into a thin line, twisting down at the corners into a sour frown. “He’s a drunk asshole. Don’t fucking know why they gave custody of you to him instead of Mikasa.”

“He’s older,” Levi says with a shrug. “Mikasa is too young to be considered my ‘guardian’ in the eyes of the law.”

That only serves to make Eren pull a face, even moreconfused. “Bastard probably only wants it for the foster payment too, huh?” Another nod. The omega sighs, eyes closing as he takes Levi’s hand and encourages him to hold the ice pack in place as he stands and heads back into the kitchen to search through the pantry. “You only have two more years, then you can move out. Maybe try working a weekend job to save up some money?”

“Kenny controls my bank account.”

Eren lets out a slow, shaky exhale through his nose, the faintest hints of a growl lingering within his chest as he does so. “Kenny needs to get a fucking life,” he says with a huff, straightening up and resuming searching. “Ah! There… Any allergies?” Levi shakes his head. The omega hums and pulls out some small boxes of pills and a glass of water, offering them both to him. “Take them.”

“I have meds at home.”

“Then at least take some,” Eren says, gesturing again. So caring… An omega thing? No, it’s gotta be an Eren thing.

Levi relents, taking some of the painkillers and giving his thanks. “Where’s Rosalie?” he asks, head turning to observe the room. He can’t see her anywhere.

“Asleep, she has a big nap around now,” Eren explains, standing and pointing to one of the doors Levi can only assume leads to a bedroom. But when the omega pulls open the blinds nearby, the teen flinches away with a hiss, covering his eyes. The whole bus ride over was horrible, so noisy and everything was so loud. He almost fucking tripped up the front porch. “Shit, sorry, they’re closed now. You okay?”

“It’s fine. I might have a concussion,” he admits.

Instantly, Eren is by his side again, gingerly touching his shoulder as he huffs. “And you took the bus all the way here?” he demands.

“Two buses, yes.”

“You could have called me!” Eren half-yells, mindful to keep his voice low to not wake his pup up.

“I don’t have your number.” Not yet.

The omega groans and rolls his eyes. “Fucking Ackermans…” He holds his hand out and says, “Phone.” Levi fishes his phone out, unlocking and handing it over. “Ta!” He can already tell what the other is doing. And, sure enough, he can see Eren creating a new contact, typing in his number, and saving it. “There, see? Now you can call me if you need to be picked up.”

“Thank you.”

Before he can try to change topic, however, Eren sits himself on the couch beside him, arm resting along the back of the couch and half-pulling the young alpha closer. Levi does not think about the way his shoulder pushes against Eren’s swollen chest, sore and heavy from feeding his pup.

“And I mean it. You might be concussed, you should’ve called me to pick you up, I would’ve been there!”

“Rosie’s asleep,” Levi points out. “You would’ve had to wake her up.”

The omega snorts. “She sleeps through anything and will enjoy a nice nap in the car, don’t worry. It’s not a problem at all.” Levi lives forty-five minutes away… and it’s no problem at all to spend an hour and a half driving out to pick him up and bring him back? Then possibly again to drop him home? No way…

But when Eren hooks his arm around Levi’s shoulder and hauls him closer, the alpha finds himself being thoroughly scented, a cheek scrubbing against his hair and coating it in a sweet milky-vanilla essence. It’s definitely Eren’s scent that fills his nose and mind. As much as puppy smell is nice, the brunette himself is the only thing capable of making Levi feel content and safe.

“Dizzy?”

“A little,” he says, unconsciously turning his head and chasing after that sweet omega scent that has him so enthralled, addicted, it’s so wonderful…

A startled laugh buzzes beneath his lips when Levi finds his nose pressing into Eren’s neck, pulling a face when he spots the fading scar of a bite mark staining his skin. “Kenny wasn’t lying about you not being around omegas before, huh?”

Levi tenses, a little surprised that Eren isn’t shoving him away from a rather sensitive area. He might as well enjoy it while it lasts, though. “Yeah… not since I presented,” he answers, side-glancing the older’s face, but Eren simply smiles and looks at something on the shelves.

“That’s fine. I won’t bite.”

But I do.

He won’t though, that’ll only drive Eren away from him. For now, he turns so he’s facing the brunette more, mindful to keep his hands to himself as the older takes over holding the ice pack against his eye, peeling it back to observe with a wince before covering it up again.

“Stay here for the night?” he asks. “It wouldn’t feel right for me to just let you go home after what he did to you. Mikasa won’t mind. And I can lend you some clothes to sleep in! Though you might swim a bit in one of my shirts…”

“Thank you,” he answers, trying to not seem too eager. The thought of having clothes covered in the omega’s scent is absolutely heavenly. “I’d like that. School doesn’t start till after New Year’s, so I’m stuck at home. With him.” His lips twist as he grimaces.

Eren shares his expression of disgust and sighs. “I really do wish it was Mikasa who got custody of you. Or me. You’d be safe then, and happy.”

Levi swallows. He carefully thinks his words over before saying, “I would.”

A warm smile spreads across the omega’s face as he pats Levi’s head and allows the alpha to continue scenting him. “Just wishful thinking. Only two more years and you’ll be able to move out and live on your own. Save up money for a place to rent if you can.”

He’s heard that suggestion countless times before. Only two more years. How annoying, having to wait such a long time just to be treated like a decent fucking human being.

His silence must give away his displeasure.

Eren croons softly, a noise that has Levi perking up and tilting his head, inhaling his deep vanilla aroma even more. “It’s fine, you can get through it, yeah? And you can always visit Mikasa and me if you just want some time to yourself.”

If only he could be rid of Kenny so he could move here, stay with Eren and his little Rosalie…

…Maybe he could.

With ideas already beginning to swirl through his mind, Levi doesn’t even notice when he begins kneading at the fabric of Eren’s dress until a hand covers his. “Bit lost in thought, hm?” the brunette teases with a low chuckle in his throat. The alpha tucks his hands into his lap with a mumbled apology, only for the omega to shake his head and mess with his hair, brushing it back into place. “It’s fine, just a pup thing, kneading when scenting a nursing omega. Scent and all that.”

“You smell nice,” Levi admits, listening intently for any signs of discomfort.

Instead, Eren laughs softly again and pulls back the ice pack to peer at his face. “Thank you, Levi,” he hums, cheeks tinged pink and a gorgeous smile curling around such pretty lips.

It doesn’t matter how, but Levi wants him, wants this gorgeous omega as his and his alone, no matter how or what.

If that means he has to leave later that day to go home, then so be it.

It’ll only be a matter of time before he gets the opportunity again…

And when Levi awakens a week later to loud banging on his door and Kenny demanding he do his washing after a particularly messy job, he knows exactly what to do…

He opens the door to find the dirty clothes already sitting in a washing basket in the laundry, tainted with splatters of iron-rich crimson. “Couldn’t have done it cleaner?” Levi mutters as he listens intently to the music coming from Kenny’s bedroom, door closed.

Forgoing the usual hydrogen peroxide, Levi tosses the stained clothes into the washing machine and doesn’t bother with laundry detergent, as much as it pains him to do. To avoid suspicion, he turns on the laundry sink to pretend he’s scrubbing and washing the blood clean, eyes locked upon the hallway. No doubt, Kenny is enjoying his alcohol to celebrate another job finished…

Only after at least fifteen minutes have passed does Levi turn on the washing machine for a short wash. It should be finished by the morning…

For now, Levi goes back to sleep, savouring what little shut-eye he can get before his alarm wakes him.

Every single inch of his body is alive as if electricity is beneath his skin.

Unsurprisingly, the same music is still playing from Kenny’s room.

Levi gets dressed, eats some breakfast, and takes a knife from the kitchen. And when he stands outside his uncle’s door, he can’t hear the man talking or muttering.

He sticks the blade beneath the door, observing the reflection as best he can.

A form lies in bed, foot hanging off the edge, unmoving. Fast asleep.

Levi sighs and retrieves the washing, admiring the red blotches of blood staining the fabric as he hangs it up outside, knowing full well that any old neighbour could see and, if someone were to poke their head over the side gate, they could too…

That sorted and bag slung over his shoulder, Levi leaves the house and locks the door behind himself.

If things go well, he may only need to return here one or two more times and that’s it.

Just like any other school day, the bus arrives and Levi steps onboard, sitting in his usual seat. No one dares to steal his spot; they’ve since learnt their lesson the last time he sent a particularly brave fool to the nurses office before class had even begun.

But instead of heading onto campus, Levi turns to the left and walks. He pats his pockets, counting the coins. It should only be two blocks away…

Sure enough, after a short while, standing there painted in red is a public phone. His hands tingle when he thinks about how gross and grubby the thing probably is, but it’s worth it. Eren will be worth it.

It only rings two times before a chipper woman answers, “Hello, anonymous tips hotline, this is Chelsea speaking. How can I help?”

Levi repeats the exact words he’d been rehearsing for days on end, knowing exactly what to say but never giving too much. There are bloody clothes hanging up on the washing line out back of this house. The owner is a bounty hunter named Kenny Ackerman—aka Kenny The Ripper. He’s a drunk and abuses his nephew.

If this doesn’t work out and Kenny finds out it was him who told the cops…

When they ask him for contact details in case of needing more information—a phone or name or email—he says he has somewhere to go and hangs up before the woman can convince him otherwise.

Who knows how long it’ll be before they finally get to his house.

Apparently not very long.

During his first class, he hears his name being requested by the front office over the speaker. Nothing out of the ordinary. Eyes weigh upon his shoulders as he grabs his bag and leaves, listening to them whisper and mutter, wondering who he got in a fight with this time and maybe he’s going to be expelled finally…

Instead, he’s greeted by a bored-looking police officer and a smartly dressed woman.

They found the clothes and even more evidence at the house. And the lingering bruises on his face and body are certainly convincing enough that Kenny has been anything but a good guardian for him.

“Do you have any other family you could stay with for the night?” the friendly beta asks, head tilting as she leans forward to be more on his level. It pisses him off. “Just until this can all be sorted out.”

“My cousin, Mikasa,” he suggests. “She lives a little south from here.”

It takes a bit of convincing and talking, followed by the lady making a few phone calls, to Mikasa and then someone else, before she finally smiles and gets down low again for Levi. He wants to fucking bite her nose.

“Hey, thank you for all this. Can I just ask you one more thing?” Nod. “Jean here says the police got a phone call earlier from nearby your school that tipped them off about your uncle… Did you know about that?” Another nod. “Was that you?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Levi scowls, brow dipping into a sharp frown as he spits, “Why the fuck wouldn’t I? He comes home and tells me to clean up his bloody clothes from killing someone else and then spends all his money on whiskey, only to get mad at me for some miniscule, tiny little thing. You really think I did this to myself?” The alpha gestures at his face.

Both the woman and the officer grimace.

Good.

They take him back home—but only to collect some of his belongings. Clothes, toiletries, and anything else he’d like to take with him while he stays at Mikasa’s place. He brings the book and speaker Eren got him and his mother’s hairbrush.

When he arrives at his cousin’s place, he’s greeted by a particularly frazzled omega, already hurrying out of the house with his squealing pup against his chest.

“Levi!” he calls out as he approaches, already opening his free arm to wrap Levi up in and hold him close. “Shit, I’m sorry it had to come to this… Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” the young alpha says, taking an extra moment to breathe in the brunette’s gorgeous scent even though it’s laced with acrid concern and worry, unable to stop himself from scrubbing his cheek against Eren’s shoulder. However, before he can retreat, a hand latches onto his hair, gripping far too tight. “Ow?”

“Sorry. Rosie, let go!” Eren gently unwinds her pudgy fingers from his hair as the little pup screeches some more, face flushed red. “She got all worked up after Mikasa called me and told me you’d be coming to stay for a while.”

Levi nods and holds his hands out. “Because your scent’s changed. She’s bouncing off of it.”

Eren peers at the silent request for a moment, startled, before passing over the tiny babe. Rosalie immediately curls her face up into the alpha’s neck, chirruping softly and breathing in his soothing, controlled scent.

The woman, Historia, smiles and talks to Eren for a moment as they grab out Levi’s belongings, allowing the alpha to sniff at the pup and rub his scent across her head, a blatant sign that she’s well cared for. She smells of fresh milk, likely from a recent feed. He wonders how good it would taste straight from the source…

Levi says he will unpack later, just wants to sit down and rest for a while. Also wants to check the news if anyone is saying anything about his uncle yet or if it’s all under wraps. Neither of them push it, Historia giving him her phone number and saying she will return to check in on him shortly and give an update on his uncle.

Levi doesn’t care. As long as that bastard rots in jail and he can stay here, spending time with Eren, he’s content.

And after the social worker leaves, he gets just that.

Eren tells him he can relax with Rosalie while he makes them lunch, something Levi does without hesitation.

But when he has the little pup sitting in his lap, peering up at him with bright, gorgeous eyes, a smile on her face, he can’t help but lean in and scrub his scent onto her. He knows Mikasa isn’t exactly into Eren’s type—a poorly kept secret of the family—so putting her own aroma on the babe doesn’t have the same effect. But Levi doing it? A freshly presented, unmated alpha? He knows it’s got to mean something, wanting to protect an omega’s pup like she were his own.

And with her jet-black hair, he could absolutely get away with claiming the pup is his.

Eren, he soon discovers, is a great chef, using seasoning and everything perfectly. It only serves to make Levi more determined. He’s never going to let another viable alpha anywhere near his future mate.

They’re midway through discussing moving Levi to a newer, nearby school so he doesn’t have the same reputation under the agreement that he doesn’t start fights—but he can protect and defend freely—when Mikasa returns home.

She takes one look at Levi, sniffs a couple times, and says, “Glad you finally decided to get out of that horrible place.”

“Thanks for taking me in,” he answers, though he’s certainly more grateful for Eren and his babbling pup. For now, the closest he can get to Eren’s alluring scent is holding Rosalie and making sure she is soaked in his alpha pheromones.

No doubt Mikasa can see what is happening. Or, at least, can tell Levi is doting on the little pup a lot.

Regarding sleep, Mikasa sets up an inflatable mattress in the study. “Just until the weekend so we can move furniture and buy you a bed and dresser.”

Levi stares. He doesn’t give his thanks. It’ll be a waste of money. If things go his way, he’ll be mated to Eren and entitled to sleeping in the same bed as his omega. No need to buy a new one.

Whether or not his cousin realises, she is conveniently too tired on the Saturday, and then has a haircut on Sunday. Eren offers to do it himself, but both the Ackermans refuse to let him.

And bless the kind omega; as soon as Levi is enrolled in the new school, he’s determined to drop off and pick up the young alpha every day. He cares little for the new people he meets, simply focuses on getting through his school work and establishing his high scores. He’ll need a well-paying job to support his mate, pup, and any future babes they may create together.

So what if Levi always goes into the shower right after Eren, breathing in the omega’s delicious scent? He’s a young, virile alpha, it’s to be expected!

It’s slow progress, going from scenting and holding Rosalie to encourage Eren to become attached to his own smell, to finally having the omega scenting him in the mornings before he goes to school.

Everyone notices the way he preens at the sweet, creamy aroma clinging to him throughout the day.

Mikasa never comments. She’s smart though, she’s definitely aware of Levi’s interest, especially since she’s an alpha herself and can understand him better.

One time, when being picked up, he finds Eren on his phone quickly handing over some papers and whispering to him, “Please can you hurry and give this to reception?” But before he can leave, a certain someone spots him through the windows and screeches, gums exposed in a grin. “Shit… sorry, one moment please.” Covering the phone, Eren asks, “Please can you take her with you really quick? She’ll scream her head off if you don’t.”

“Of course,” he answers, already opening the back door and unhooking the pup from her car seat. She immediately clings and nestles up to him, crooning and chirruping as Levi deposits his bag, takes the paperwork, and heads back towards school.

And, oh, the looks he receives when walking past everyone else—staring at the tiny babe in his arms. They’re thinking exactly what he wants them to think; Levi has the cutest little pup, bet his mate is gorgeous and perfect too.

Even the receptionist at the front desk does a double take when she spots Rosalie. “Oh? And who is this?”

“Rosie,” he answers, handing over the papers. The tiny pup purrs when Levi caresses her head, securely tucked into his neck.

“You’re such a good brother.”

Levi’s face twists up.

The beta spots it and pauses.

Before she can start asking questions, he states, “She’s my pup.” He has more claim over her than that bastard that decided to stick his knot in some other omega instead of his own incredible, irreplaceable mate.

Not interested in being interrogated further, Levi turns on his heels and departs, taking his time with covering Rosalie in his scent. He walks past his new maths teacher who slows his pace to gape a little, only to be ignored.

Good. They can all question it, can start gossiping about how Levi hasn’t even graduated and he’s already got the perfect mate and pup. No one else can have this… Eren is the perfect omega for him. An amazing cook, cleans and does the washing without prompting, and he’s so doting and loving with Rosalie. A smile so warm and soft that it threatens to melt Levi every time he sees it. His scent is addicting, his eyes beautiful, skin smooth and silky— fuck.

Every single day is slowly becoming agony to not have his bite mark on his omega’s neck.

And when the dreaded day comes that Levi wakes up and Eren isn’t making breakfast in the kitchen, a frown etches across his face, deep and slow.

He knocks lightly on Eren’s door, not wanting to wake Rosie, and hears a low hum followed by shuffling. A sweetness sits in the air. New perfume or—

The instant the hinges squeak open, Levi tenses up. His eyes lock upon Eren’s flushed face. He looks… How can someone look like a mess and yet so perfect?! And the smell, ohhh, it’s as if everything Levi has ever craved in his lifetime suddenly was presented to him on a silver platter, ripe and ready for the taking, urging him to step forward and sink his teeth in.

“Hey, look, sorry, I don’t know…” Eren sighs, rubbing at his cheek. “I think my heat is starting? Uhm, gimme a few minutes and I can cook—”

“Don’t bother,” Levi answers without hesitation. A quick glance past Eren’s long hair confirms Rosie is fast asleep in her cot. “I’m not going to school today.”

A crease forms upon the omega’s brow. “What? Why? Are you feeling sick too?”

“A little, but not as bad as you.” A lie, but he knows Eren would refuse to let him stay purely to take care of him. He’s already turning away when he instructs, “Go back to sleep. Give me Rosie when she wakes up. I’ll make myself some food.”

“Please don’t push yourself, Levi,” Eren says. “Have some rest too and drink lots.”

The door clicks shut a moment later. Levi has to fight every single cell in his body to not storm over there and slam his way into the bedroom.

His future mate is in heat. He needs a knot, needs to be claimed and bred. And he remembers reading in his human biology book that heats are excruciating when endured alone after being mated.

Not to worry; if all goes well, he’s certain Eren will very happily accept him as his alpha when the peak of his heat arrives.

For now, it’s an exercise of patience.

He brings Eren some bruschetta and water, only to be told he didn’t have to, it’s not that bad.

It’s absolutely that bad, he can tell. Eren’s scent, while saccharine and syrupy like warm honey mixed with whipped cream, has a sour tang to it, stressed and strained from going through what is likely to be his first heat without a knot after being mated.

Levi is going to fix that, going to make it better verysoon.

He just has to wait…

Eren likes his privacy when in heat, he discovers. The moment Rosalie wakes up and has a feed, Levi takes her, trying not to breathe in the heat scent clinging to the pup while he lies with her on the floor, encouraging her to roll over and try crawling.

Though Levi can’t help but stare every time the omega leaves his room, either to go to the toilet or get some water. And judging by the flushed-cheek, wide-eyed looks he gets in return, he definitely notices.

Levi pretends he doesn’t hear the occasional muffled noise spilling out from behind closed doors.

For lunch, he makes Eren bacon, egg, and salad sandwiches. When the door cracks open, the omega blinks at the offered food and, much to Levi’s concern, starts tearing up.

“Why are you crying?” he asks, stepping forward and sniffing, but Eren smells… sweeter? But he’s crying! “Stop that.”

“No, no, happy tears, promise,” he excuses, wiping at his face with his hands before accepting the plate and glass with a wet chuckle and sniffle. “I’m just surprised is all. My ex never cooked me food, not even during my heat, so… thank you. It means a lot.”

“I’m going to cook you dinner too,” Levi says. To be fair, his only knowledge of cooking has come from watching Eren do it and what few cooking classes he gets at school, but it’s plenty enough to last a few days, at least.

And no matter how much Eren tries to turn him down, the alpha refuses to budge, telling him to go rest some more, he needs it.

Heats last almost a week, but will be at its strongest on the second day. Just… one more day.

But with every passing minute he spends with that stupid wooden door separating them, Levi feels the warmth in his stomach sparking and threatening to ignite, his teeth itching with the need to bite and claim.

The instant Mikasa returns home, Levi’s gaze locks upon her. She takes one long sniff at the air, squints at the young alpha on the couch with Rosie on her play mat, and moves straight towards the brunette’s door.

He growls.

His cousin comes to a stop and slowly turns around to face him, standing between Levi and the omega in heat. That’s the worst place for her to be.

Mikasa casts one short glance over her shoulder before speaking quietly to avoid being overheard, “Look, I get that you have some kind of obsession with him, I don’t care.” Finally, she admits to being aware of it. Not that Levi expected anything different. But what catches him off guard is when she continues speaking. “Eren’s a big boy, he can make his own decisions, even when in heat. I’m still allowed to check in on him, regardless of you being possessive, even if you mate him. Got it?”

It takes an extra second for him to give a slow nod, though he doesn’t take his eyes off the other alpha as she knocks on the door, tells Eren it’s her, and waits to greet him face-to-face. They talk in the doorway briefly before Mikasa smiles and turns away, moving towards her own room to get changed.

But when she returns and sits on the couch beside Levi to change the TV channels, she asks, “Have you had your first rut yet?”

“No,” he admits. Despite presenting, he’s still waiting for that first real moment of torture to arrive. It’ll be something, alright.

“Do you know the warning signs?”

“No.”

A heavy sigh fills the air between them as Rosie chirrups and chews on her fingers.

“You smell like you’re ready to go into rut.” Her nose scrunches visibly. Levi brushes off the urge to be offended. “So unless you’re fully committed to being mated to Eren, I’m going to book off a few days from work to stay home to ensure nothing happens.”

…What.

Levi blinks. Well, it makes sense, he supposes. Also explains why he’s so reactive to Eren’s heat. Did… Did Eren’s heat kick start his rut? They’re so compatible that they’ve already synched up cycles? It’s meant to be.

But, wait, first off…

“Go to work,” Levi says with a straight face as he looks towards Eren’s bedroom door. “I’m waiting until day two.”

He expects that to be it, that’s all, nothing else to talk about.

Wrong.

A sharp hand latches onto his wrist. Immediately, Levi snarls, locking their eyes together and holding Mikasa’s death-stare with one of his own.

“If you aren’t ready to sacrifice everything to take care of my best friend…” she begins, a low warning growl rumbling away within her ribs. “I’m not against kicking you out.”

She’s serious. No doubt about it.

Rosalie whimpers in the background, head turned their way.

Taking a slow breath, Levi keeps himself level-headed when he says, “I want nothing more than to see Eren and his pup happy. I want Rosie as my own too. And however many more pups he wants, he’ll have. If I have to work my ass off doing a deadbeat job and extra overtime, I will, as long as it means I’ll get to come home to Eren as my mate every night, happy and content.”

There’s a tense second where he thinks Mikasa doesn’t believe him, that she’ll try to interfere and drag Levi away from what is rightfully his.

Instead, she releases him and scoops up the squirming pup. Rosalie huffs and sits against Mikasa’s chest.

Levi takes pride in the way she doesn’t nuzzle up to his cousin like she does with him.

“Go now then,” she states, bouncing the babe as she stands and walks around, grabbing out the stroller from beside the door. “I’ll take Rosie out for a walk. Eren’s heats are quickly onset, so he’s already struggling. If you’re serious about this… then go try. If you ask me, he’s equally as obsessed with you, albeit subtler than your aggressive scenting.”

Huh.

Never in a million years did Levi believe his own cousin would be a wingman to mating her best friend, and yet, here he is, waiting for her to leave with the squeaking pup so he can prowl towards Eren’s bedroom door and help satisfy his undoubtedly aching heat.

Because the moment that front door closes and locks, Levi abandons the couch and beelines towards his goal.

He’s been waiting, biding his time, for so fucking long.

Ever since he saw Eren on his birthday, on Christmas… the best gift he could’ve ever received.

And now he can properly enjoy it.

He knocks, because he’s polite, but waits no more than three seconds to give time for Eren to make himself decent. Even so, the omega blinks at him when the door opens, a bedside lamp illuminating his flushed face as his head tilts. “Is something wrong?” he asks. “Where’s Rosie?”

“Mikasa took her out for a walk,” Levi explains, peering at the nest on the bed, blankets and pillows meticulously placed.

Barely peeking from beneath the sheets, he recognises one of his shirts.

Fuck, his teeth are aching!

And the smell! Levi lets his mouth hang open so he can breathe it all in, every single droplet of sweetness and desperation that has flooded the room, saturating everything. He wants to drag his nose through the blankets and fucking… jerk off into them so they’re stained with his cum, claimed as his and his only.

Eren remains in place, one hand resting on the bed as if to ground himself as he swallows, blinking glossy eyes at the young alpha. “Do you need something?”

“You.”

The omega chokes on nothing. “What?”

With slow, steady steps, Levi circles around the bed, gaze locked upon Eren, drinking in his ragged appearance and delectable aroma. So perfect, ripe for the taking… “My rut’s starting because of you,” he says, knowing full well that his words will make Eren take responsibility for what he caused. Just like he wants.

Sure enough, he can see the way Eren’s nostrils flare, straining to breathe in Levi’s scent, intrigued to discover the smell of young, unmated alpha in rut. This is all he’ll ever need, nothing and no one else will satisfy him but Levi…

A half-step backwards, Eren closes his eyes when he speaks. “I’m sorry, Levi, I tried to keep my distance so my pheromones wouldn’t affect you. Shit, is it your first ever rut?” He peers at Levi, only to see the approaching alpha nod. “Dammit… Look, I can give you some clothes of mine, the scent will—”

“I don’t want your clothes,” he says with a low snort. Levi can’t help but lick at his aching teeth, already so eager to bite and claim his pretty omega. “Why would I put up with mere clothes when I can just have your scent directly?”

Finally, realisation.

Eyes wide, Eren freezes in place, staring at the teen with parted lips, unable to hide the way he keeps sniffing at the air, over and over, pupils blown and sweat shining off his skin. He smells so good, already in heat and undoubtedly trying to relieve himself. Fuck, is that slick? Is that what slick smells like? Heaven and hell combined into the most exquisite, delicious meal just waiting to be devoured.

The instant Levi grabs onto Eren’s arm, the omega flinches away and shakes his head, eyes closed again. His voice is so strained and pitched when he says, “No, no, you don’t want that, you don’t want me. I’m… I’ve already been mated, I have a pup, I’m second hand and you—”

“Shut up,” Levi spits, lips twisting into a foul grimace. “Doesn’t matter. That fading mark on your neck? I want to replace it with my own.” Eren whines, long and low. A visible shudder races along the omega’s body from bottom to top. Good, slowly getting through to him… “Your gorgeous pup? I want her to be mine too.” This time, when Levi grabs hold of Eren’s arm and drags him closer, bringing them almost chest-to-chest, the omega keens, blinks at him, and bites the inside of his cheek. “And every pup you ever have will be mine, and every heat I’m going to take care of, and every day I want to wake up with you, your cooking, your smile, all of it. Only you. I’m not like that last knot-head, I only want you.”

Eren lets slip another choked-up noise. In the low light, he can see the glistening tears within the omega’s eyes, building up as he tips his head back with a gasp and swallows. “Fuck, Levi… you can’t just… say that kinda stuff! Especially when I’m in heat!” But when he next meets Levi’s silver stare, it’s with a warm smile and tentative hands gripping onto Levi’s shoulders, then his neck, his jaw, his face. “Are you—?”

“Let me,” he insists, stepping forward and circling around Eren until the mattress is against the back of his thighs. He’s only wearing a large top, almost like a nightgown. It rides up a little higher when Eren sits down, eyes flickering to the side. His scent sweetens. Keep going, keep going. Voice almost a purr, Levi says, “Let me take care of you. You’re always caring for me. Let me do the same back now…”

And just like that, finally, finally Eren gives in.

His gorgeous omega brushes Levi’s hands off in favour of undressing himself, letting the clothing fall to the side. Shit, he’s so pretty… What little Levi has already seen is barely anything compared to the beauty before him; so sleek and pretty, thin but not weak by far. Still has some extra weight around his hips from Rosalie, makes him want to grab and squeeze.

He doesn’t stop himself.

A gasp answers him. Leaning forward, Levi doesn’t hesitate to nudge his nose into the underside of Eren’s throat, burying himself in sweet, delicious heat, tongue snaking out and flattening against Eren’s throat, massaging his scent gland.

This is his. He’ll bite and claim Eren as evidence, even if he has to do it every single fucking night.

Shaky fingers latch onto Levi’s shirt, only to make quick work of the buttons along the front, undoing them and frantically shoving at the fabric. “Off, off, please,” he begs in the most delicious way possible. “Wanna feel you…”

He won’t deny his gorgeous omega, never.

It’s all too easy to strip out of his shirt and pants, Eren eagerly helping him along the way, even when he slides the teen’s boxers down over his hips, releasing his flushed cock, already standing at attention, precum sitting at the tip. He’d been hiding a semi practically the entire day since he realised Eren was in heat, and now…

Levi grunts at the hand wrapping around him, eyes scrunching shut as his hips jut forward with surprising force, fucking into the grip. Even Eren lets slip a soft noise, muttering a quiet apology for startling him. To make up for it, his incredible omega squeezes and strokes upwards, dragging foreskin with his touch, gaze locked upon the young alpha’s cock as his hand glides. It takes every ounce of self-restraint Levi has stored away to not fuck into Eren’s fist. No, no, patience, hold out a little longer…

“You’re not proportionate in the slightest,” Eren sighs dreamily.

Levi is almost offended, mostly for the hidden height joke, but the fact that his future mate is pleased with his cock has him preening quietly. His dick twitches, more wetness beading from the head.

Eren trembles. Before he can ask, the omega scoots further back on the bed and whines. “Sorry, I just… My heat is agony! Can we… quickly? And you can bite me too. Please?”

Never has something sounded so fucking perfect to him—except maybe Eren Ackerman.

But when the brunette drags himself against the pillows of his nest and reveals the aching, dripping mess between his legs, cunt swollen red and puffy from abuse and lack of cock, Levi gives up on the possibility of restraining himself.

He’s already atop Eren before he knows it, grabbing at his slick-soaked thigh and dragging it upwards, spreading his omega open wider. Who can blame him for staring, especially when his cock throbs as he drags his shaft along Eren’s glistening pussy.

He doesn’t even have the chance to tease, not when his beautiful mate-to-be huffs impatiently, grabs hold of his cock, and angles it towards his entrance. And thanks to the sparks finally catching within him thanks to his rut, Levi doesn’t hold back either.

The moment he feels that warm, heavenly wetness welcoming him, Levi lets slip a low growl, only to fall quiet when Eren softly shushes him. “Shhh, slow, slow, please, it’s been a while, please, go slow for me.”

Okay… okay, for Eren, for his perfect omega, he can do that, he can go slow and fight against his raging, storming instinct begging to be unleashed, to take and fuck and claim in a feral, brutal manner. Slow and steady, he sinks deeper, peering down at the way Eren’s puffy pussy lips spread around him. What a sight…

But when their hips finally meet, Levi swallows and bites his tongue. He can already feel his balls tightening, eager to move his hips and cum. He’s already so worked up, what?!

Thankfully, Eren tips his head back, groans at the ceiling, and begs, “Okay… Okay, yeah, c’mon, Levi, you going to knot me? Huh?”

His words alone have Levi’s hips jutting down even more as he groans, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll knot you, you can have my knot.” It’s pure instinct when he withdraws and fucks his hips forward, testing at first before quickly finding a good rhythm and adjusting his knees for a better angle that has the slap of their skin filling the room. His omega gasps again, wrapping one arm around Levi’s shoulders and holding him close while the other digs into the blankets below.

“You ever popped a knot before?” Eren asks, huffing and panting, gaze unfocused. Levi shakes his head. It’s almost embarrassing how he can already feel the base of his cock expanding, struggling to squeeze in and out of his mate’s pussy. “Oooh, shit, hnng…! You can’t keep fucking me with it like that, you’ll bruise me!”

At the possibility of unintentionally harming his mate, Levi stills and stares. Well, what the fuck is he supposed to do?

Thankfully, Eren shows him; his ankles lock behind the young alpha’s back, dragging him closer and stuffing him the rest of the way inside. Throat bared, the brunette shudders, swallowing a moan as his nails prick at Levi’s shoulder. “Like this, like this, don’t pull all the way out, just… fuck me like this, Levi, please, my alpha, perfect alpha.”

Fucking shit!

Levi knows he isn’t going to last long, not for his first time and certainly not during his first rut with an omega in heat. It really doesn’t come as a surprise when his knot has expanded so much, engorged and swollen within Eren’s pussy, that it refuses to come out anymore. And when he fucks his hips a few more times, fingers guide his head down to the omega’s throat, right where someone else’s teeth stained and tainted what is rightfully his.

He can’t even understand whatever words Eren is saying, just registers the keening whine of a begging omega, desperate and frantic for cum and a knot—which he is ready and willing to give.

With a soft kiss against Eren’s scent gland as the only warning, Levi grunts, scrunches his eyes shut, and bites down into his omega’s neck at the same time as he feels himself cum. His hips move of their own accord, back and forward, fucking his seed deeper inside his gorgeous mate’s dripping cunt. He’s going to fill him up over and over and over, as many times as he can.

He can feel a wave of tightness rippling around him, a hand snaking between their sweaty bodies to move until Eren cries out louder and squeezes tighter and ooh fuckkkkk—!

Levi hisses and bites deeper at the sudden overstimulation around his knot and cock, like Eren is milking his first orgasm for every single drop of cum he can get. His greedy little mate…

Only when his instinct is satisfied with the claiming bite does he let go, peering at the bloody circle of teeth marks with pride. He can’t even see that bastard’s scar anymore.

As he tends to the claim, a low purr rumbles within Eren’s chest, deep and rich. Levi laps at the wound as he feels himself twitching inside his mate, waiting until it no longer bleeds before dipping lower. Eren squeaks when he first latches onto a nipple, eyes wide, only to melt as Levi sucks and draws out more milk, leaving his omega a boneless, happy mess on the blankets. He can’t even form words properly—not that Levi is in any better state—but he can understand gratitude and bliss.

It’s only when Eren tells him to leave some for Rosie that he finally stops, pulling back and licking away the creamy goodness from his lips. His mate stares, face somehow even redder.

He lets Levi nibble and suckle on his other nipple for a little longer, “So it’s even.”

Safe to say, Eren’s going to be making quite a lot more milk in the future…