fescennine

by captainheiichou

Summary:

After bringing Eren back from Marley, countless recruits avoid his cell, claiming his scent is too overpowering. Levi's never been afraid of the alpha, and is sent by Hanji to get Eren to talk.

But when Levi reaches his cell, he very quickly realizes that the cause of Eren's overpowering scent is... a rut.

Notes:

this fic is part of LavenderHedgie's one word prompt event!

The word was fescennine, which stands for lewd or obscene.

the context for this fic was graciously given to us by mandrs. 🥰

enjoy!!!!

“Have you visited him yet?”

Levi sighs, avoiding Hanji’s inquisitive eyes. “Don’t you have work?”

Hanji sighs, flopping against the mahogany desk with abandon. “Being a commander isn’t as fun as it looks, okay? Give me intel. I’ve gone through the budget five times and still can’t make heads or tails. I miss the drama of being a section commander…I’m bored. I demand you gossip with me.”

“Tough.” Levi continues sipping his tea. He doesn’t want to talk about Eren. Anything but Eren. 

“Come on…” Hanji throws a piece of paper at him. 

Still, he avoids looking up from the file he’s holding. He doesn’t think he’s read a single line of it, far too distracted and his headspace a cluttered mess ever since they had returned. 

“You know, the soldiers don’t like going down to bring him food and stuff,” Hanji muses. Maybe if he doesn’t say anything, they’ll let this go. They’ll stop bringing Eren up. “I heard them talking about his scent…it’s too much for them or something. Dunno why. Never had a problem with it myself.”

This grips Levi’s attention despite his resolve to ignore Hanji. “Did you examine him? Is he okay?”

Hanji smirks. Damn it. “You still worry I see.”

“And you’re asking to be kicked.”

Hanji pouts. “No I didn’t. Going near him right now feels like an unnecessary risk. I don’t think anything’s wrong with him that he can’t heal from. How many Titans does he have now?”

“More than enough,” Levi sighs, defeatedly setting down the file. He’s not going to read it anyway. “What about his scent?”

Hanji shrugs. “Maybe the air in Marley didn’t agree with him. I dunno. If you’re so dang curious, go see him yourself. Bring him food. Maybe he’ll be more likely to open up to you…and you know, tell stuff.”

Stuff.

Levi makes a face. “Why the fuck would he tell me anything? What makes you think I’d make him open up? Do I look that inviting to you? I’m not interrogating him.”

“Well…” Hanji looks taken aback, “you two always had a…nice honesty. I thought maybe, you know, well…” they trail off. 

Levi narrows his eyes, standing up from his seat. He’s had enough of this conversation and being prodded at. “I’m done. I’ll take him food. That’s it. If he speaks, great, if he doesn’t, I’m not sticking around to interrogate him.”

Levi hurries to the door before Hanji can get a word in. At times like this, he’s grateful they’re not like Erwin. 

Erwin would’ve found all the right words to say to accurately hit his pressure points with deadly precision, leaving him in shambles and scrambling to pick himself up. 

But Hanji….

Hanji’s always been kinder, less brutish when it comes to harassing him about personal things.

And yet, he still leaves their office feeling hot all over, his skin prickling painfully and his chest caving in on itself. Talking about Eren for any period of time leaves him conflicted. 

When hasn’t he been conflicted about Eren? He’s harboring feelings he’s not supposed to have, feelings he’s poorly suppressed over the years. And now that they have Eren back…

Levi shakes his head, refusing to think about this any further.

The kitchens are empty, but the soldiers who wait there every day for the trays to be prepared to take down for the prisoners are lazing around when Levi arrives.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” 

They straighten up, clumsily saluting him. He recognizes them. Men who run around after Floch constantly. 

“W-we’re waiting, sir!”

Levi gives them a look. “For what? A brain to go between your ears? Why the fuck are you still here? I’ve been told you haven’t been taking food for the prisoner.”

One of them grimaces. “Jaeger’s scent it’s just…”

“Are you pissheads that scared of an imprisoned alpha? Pathetic.” 

He shoves past them, impatience and irritation gnawing at him. Ever since their return, his mood hadn’t improved in the slightest. Every smell, every person and every thing sets him off. 

The tray shakes in his hand as he makes his way down the stairs. It’s damp down here. Disgusting, damp and dim. He nearly falls on his ass on the last step. Ugh.

Hanji was right though. The moment he’s in the hallway leading to Eren’s cell, one deep breath tells him Eren’s scent is definitely stronger than the last time they’d seen him. 

Overpowering, even. There’s a bite to it, threatening…a warning to anyone who dares get close.

Well, Levi dares. He doesn’t give a shit. He always considered Eren’s scent…inviting…sweet, even. 

So despite the tinge of bloodlust in the scent, Levi still approaches the cell. As he gets closer, a lewd sound catches his ears and the scent grows even stronger until he finally realizes what he’s smelling in the air. 

Arousal.

He staggers, his mouth running dry. Fuck. He stops by the wall, inhaling through his mouth and trying to calm the erratic beat of his heart bruising his fucking rib cage. This is why the soldiers didn’t want to come out here. It’s becoming alarmingly clear what he’s hearing. Fuck. He should leave, that would be smart. But he can’t find it in himself to turn around and walk away…. and frankly, he doesn’t want to.

He pulls himself together and approaches the cell, coming to a stop in front of the bars and peering in. This…this leaves him flustered. As much as he tells himself this is fine, and nothing he hasn’t seen from other soldiers…Eren’s not other soldiers.

The sight that greets him is…an interesting one. Without much care to be seen or any shame for that matter, Eren is sprawled out on the shitty bed in the corner, his face flushed and his hair damp, clinging to his pretty face. 

He looks caught up in pleasure, his hand wrapped tightly around his erection. From the looks of it, he’s close to cumming. Very close. Even from the distance, Levi can see the glistening sweat clinging to his thighs. 

Levi should say something, maybe. And yet, he can’t tear his eyes from the sight. 

Despite the years that have passed, his feelings remain the same. They always have. He’s glad no one came down here to see this sight, to see Eren’s bare skin and to hear these sinful sounds falling from Eren’s mouth with fervent abandon. 

“Having fun?” Levi finally interrupts, clearing his throat. When their eyes meet, Eren’s scent shifts from something inviting, thick and sweet to shock.

“You’re not Hanji,” he says, breaths heavy.

“Very astute,” Levi sets the tray down, “I’m not. What, don’t want to see me? I’m hurt.”

He’s shocked he managed to keep his tone even. Fuck, it’s hot down here. 

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Eren says, voice deliciously hoarse. “You— fuck, you need to leave,” he adds, his hand still wrapped around himself, though his movements have stopped. “My rut started.”

“Did it?” Levi’s eyes drift down, lingering there before darting back up to Eren’s face again. “I hadn’t noticed. Who said I’m not supposed to be here? I can’t visit my favorite prisoner?”

He should really consider….shutting up and leaving. He’s playing with fire. This is dangerous. And yet, his feet stay firmly planted on the ground, unmoving. 

It’s not easy walking away from Eren. Especially not when he smells like this. His defenses against Eren have never been particularly strong either. Maybe he has himself to blame for that.

“Levi,” Eren says, and there’s an edge to his tone, an edge Levi’s never heard from him. It leaves him feeling hot all over.

“Eren,” Levi mirrors, eyes glued to him. “Hanji thinks you’d open up to me and tell me things…” he trails off, his eyes drifting down to Eren’s erection once again, “I guess they didn’t mean like this. Going through a rut alone sounds shitty…”

He wonders how many Eren had to go through alone on Marley or if maybe they had better suppressants over there for the Eldian soldiers. 

Eren starts to move his hand again, a low groan escaping his lips. “I’ve spent all my ruts alone. This is no different… fuck,” his breath hitches as he throws his head back, speeding his hand up.

Levi watches. Maybe he shouldn’t. This isn’t giving them any intel and Eren isn’t really in a position to give them any either…

But. 

He can’t. He can’t move, he can’t breathe, he can’t think. All he can do is watch, the heat from his stomach traveling lower and lower. Suddenly, everything feels too tight. 

His clothes, his own skin…

Exhaling shakily, he rests his forehead against the cool bars of the cell, relieved by the momentary chill. The heat is unbearable. Is it the shitty torches or is it all because of Eren? It has to be.

Eren and his addictive scent. 

“You smell good.” The words tumble past his lips before he can think better of it. A haze is settling comfortably over his mind. What remains of his logic yells at him to walk out of here but his body can’t find it in itself to obey the command. Eren smells good, that’s the only thing he can bring himself to focus on.

Eren looks up at him, desire evident in his eyes. It’s not the first time Eren’s looked at him like this, but it is the first time the desire looks so raw, so demanding. It’s nothing like the shy, almost bashful looks Eren would give him sometimes. No, this is laced with unbridled need Eren clearly sees no point in concealing, or maybe he simply can’t. 

This is the first time Levi sees Eren in rut—the Scouts have strong protocols for alphas in rut or omegas in heat, both separated from each other once one or the other’s cycle hits. As an omega, it was no different for Levi, even if the strong suppressants he took growing up muted his heats to a minimum or, more often than not, skipped them altogether.

He has accidentally been in the vicinity of another alpha in rut before, more than once, in fact, but none of their pheromones ever managed to reach him. Each time, Levi assumed his suppressants were that strong or perhaps his body was simply broken, but standing here, smelling Eren’s delicious scent, an overwhelming scent of spiced vanilla, shows him he couldn’t have been more wrong.

He’s not sure what he’s supposed to do with this information. On one hand, mission accomplished — he brought the food.

But on the other hand…the keys rattle at his side temptingly.

It’s not a good idea. In fact, it’s a terrible one. But realistically, this set of bars is nothing to Eren. Eren who wields the power of numerous Titans, paired with the unbridled desire that’s probably coursing through him right now. If he wants to do something, nothing is stopping him.

Fuck.

He takes another deep exhale, shutting his eyes and trying to will some sense into himself. This would be a terrible idea. If he goes in there, he won’t come back out. He should leave. Right this second.

But it’s the last thing his inner omega wants. There’s an alpha in need and not just any alpha, Eren. Eren with his beautiful eyes and his equally beautiful smiles. 

Eren, who left them and fucked off to do his own thing. 

Levi should let him suffer, let him stay down here and succumb to orgasm after orgasm that’ll never fully satiate him.

But…

In a spur of the moment, Levi shakily grabs the keys from his side and hastily unlocks the cell, stepping in and shutting it behind him. 

“What if I don’t want to leave? You don’t want me to leave either. You want me.” 

Eren stares at him. Levi can tell Eren’s rut must’ve just started, because otherwise, there’s no way Eren wouldn’t have jumped out of bed to meet him. Instead, the alpha is beckoning him with his scent and those piercing eyes Levi has grown so fond of over the years.

But now, they’re staring at him with wild lust Eren is definitely not trying to shy away from.

“I do,” Eren finally speaks, his voice coming out deep and harsh. “I’ve always wanted you, Captain.”

“I bet you have. All that staring…” Levi chuckles, breathless and…nervous?

No backing out now. Something in Eren’s scent is triggering something in him and he left all of his common sense past the bars he just walked through. Slowly he approaches Eren, unbuttoning his shirt and coming to a stop by the bed. 

“Your hand’s not enough, is it?” He shrugs the shirt and coat off, dropping it at the end of the bed where it will no doubt get tossed onto the floor or have various filthy fluids on it by the time they’re done. But he doesn’t care. He just wants the clothes off. The cool air is a relief against his flushed, burning skin.

“No,” Eren answers honestly, slowing down. His eyes travel down Levi’s chest and he groans, and Levi notes that Eren’s free hand is clenched and fisting the sheet. His knuckles are white. 

“We’ll fix that.” Levi unbuckles his pants and lets them fall to his ankles before stepping out of them and getting on the bed, his knee between Eren’s legs, just barely grazing him. “Would you like that? Do you want me to help you?” He reaches out, his hand resting on top of Eren’s, the one still wrapped around him. 

It’s a wonder he’s still somewhat composed when his insides are already falling apart. Eren’s scent is much stronger from this close. Levi’s thighs are already starting to feel damp from how quickly and alarmingly he’s getting wet.

“Yes,” Eren replies, though his real answer comes in the form of a bruising, harsh kiss that leaves Levi breathless. Eren’s hands come flying to cup Levi’s face, pulling him closer until Eren clearly realizes it isn’t enough, because he grunts frustratedly as he moves his hands to Levi’s hips, gripping them tight as he pulls him onto his lap. 

Eren immediately grinds up against him, pulling a shuddered moan from Levi. Sudden and involuntary. Just like the heat that suddenly wrecks through his body. To think he could probably cum from just this alone…how embarrassing. 

“Slow down,” he whispers, adjusting himself in Eren’s lap and cupping his face. “I’ll take care of you.” He connects their lips into another deep kiss, biting harshly into Eren’s lower lip. He knows what a terrible idea that is. To injure Eren, the one thing they should be avoiding. But if they’re doing this, there won’t be any avoiding it. Plus…

It turns Levi on. Making Eren bleed, knowing what it could cause, but also being aware that Eren wouldn’t. Not in this state. 

Reaching down, he grips Eren’s erection, earning himself a gasp. He then strokes Eren, his motions much lighter than the erratic pace Eren had been going at. For a brief moment, he stops, gathering the slick from between his thighs before taking Eren into his hand again. As he does, he connects their lips into another bruising kiss, tasting blood on his tongue when he forces his tongue past Eren’s lips. 

Eren’s fingers dig at his sides, a sharp pain in his hips from how Eren’s nails pierce the skin, but Levi loves it. Eren’s lips then trail rough kisses down his jaw until he reaches his neck, teeth grazing against his scent gland. “I need to be inside you,” Eren growls, thrusting into his hand. “Levi…”

Levi’s self-control is waning. His control over the situation is just as unsteady. 

“Impatient,” Levi whispers, wrapping an arm loosely around Eren’s shoulders, slipping his fingers through the loose strands of hair. Soft. 

The haze falls over him once more, no matter how much he tries to keep a firm hold of his own mental faculties. 

Everything is too tempting. Eren’s scent, the heat of his skin, the desperation he clings to Levi with…

Levi wants to take care of him. He wants to make him feel good and right now, there’s one way he can do that. 

Using Eren’s shoulder, he lifts himself up and aligns Eren beneath him. Slowly he sinks down on him, the slick making it embarrassingly easy. Once he’s seated fully in Eren’s lap, he digs his nails into the back of Eren’s neck, once again drawing blood. 

“Don’t move,” he hisses, “not unless I tell you to.” Fuck. The sensation is dizzying. He takes deep breaths, little by little allowing the lull of the haze to wash over him, leaving his body pleasantly warm and numb. Either Eren’s rut triggered his heat or his pheromones are so strong, they’re mimicking one.

“Fuck,” he groans, grabbing Eren by the back of his hair and guiding him into a deep kiss, one Eren eagerly returns. 

Shockingly, or perhaps not, Eren does as he’s told, though Levi can sense the restlessness with the way his fingers are bruising his hips. 

Levi’s definitely going to feel it when he comes off this high but right now? It’s only arousing him further. Being marked, in any way, it does things to him.

“You’re so good for me,” he praises quietly against Eren’s lips, sucking lightly on his bruised lower lip. “Good behavior is rewarded…” he makes a point of moving his hips, swallowing thickly, “you can move.”

Eren looks like it’s taking everything in him to maintain control. It’s impressive…and sweet. Maybe it’s because his rut’s only just started and he still has some sense, or maybe he wants to please Levi. Either way, it makes Levi very fond.

He doesn’t waste any time now that he’s been told he could move, though. He flips them over and pins Levi on his back, and slams into him at an unforgiving pace. 

Levi’s mind goes completely blank for a moment, his body adjusting to the sudden shift. 

“Fuck…Eren,” he wraps his legs around Eren’s waist, the lewd sounds of skin against skin echoing in the cell leaving him breathless and flustered. 

And yet, he loves it. He loves the warmth, he loves the stinging at his hips, he loves how Eren’s scent wraps around him, protectively…possessively, even.

“Eren,” he breathes out the name, his fingers sliding up Eren’s arms until they reach his shoulders where he digs his nails into the soft skin. He wants to leave his mark on Eren. Even if it’ll heal…for however long this will last, Eren is his. “I’m…I’m close. Don’t stop,” he demands, “don’t you fucking dare stop.”

“I won’t,” Eren assures him, burying his face in Levi’s neck where he bites, hard, missing his scent gland by only an inch. “I’ll take care of you,” he adds with a possessive growl, slamming deeper inside Levi. “My omega.”

Oh fuck. Hearing that does something to him. Words he would’ve loathed to hear from anyone else, but from Eren? It sounds perfect.

Half formed words tumble past his lips, Eren’s name being the primary one. He can barely catch a sensible thought other than how much he loves the stinging in his neck and how much better it would’ve been if it had been his scent gland.

The burning is only intensifying, coiling tightly in his gut and threatening to snap at any moment. No matter how much he tried to fight against it at first, told himself he’d keep a straight head even if he did make the impulsive decision to walk in here — there’s no point fighting it now. 

He hasn’t felt good like this in god knows how long. Had he ever? 

No, not like this. The spiced scent of vanilla is only getting heavier, and sweeter in the air. So much so that he can taste it in the back of his throat. 

He arches up against Eren, his breaths muffled by Eren’s neck, where he sinks his teeth deep into the flesh. As much as he wants to mark him and bind him, he still has some sense not to. But it’s frustrating him to no end. He wants to, so fucking badly. This only urges him to drag his nails down Eren’s back, tightening his legs around Eren’s waist until his climax hits him with such force he’s certain he blacks out. 

He grabs Eren by the back of his hair, claiming his lips into a deep kiss in hopes of muffling the wanton moans threatening to spill past him. 

“Don’t stop,” he repeats the earlier words breathlessly against Eren’s lips, biting into the sweet flesh, “I want to feel you cum.”

“You will,” Eren groans, biting down on Levi’s jaw. “I’ve cum for you so many times,” he adds, “I always think about you. Always.”

“You have?” He breathes out, panting hard and trying to wrap his head around what he’s just been told. He assumed they always had something unspoken that neither of them was willing to touch on because of circumstance, bad timing and so many other reasons.

But to hear it put so blatantly…

A new rush of heat travels down his body and he instinctively clenches around Eren. 

“You touched yourself thinking about me?” He whispers, wrapping his arms loosely around Eren. 

“Yes,” Eren easily admits, trailing hot kisses down Levi’s neck until he starts sucking hard, the sounds lewd. It’s definitely going to bruise, and Levi doesn’t have Eren’s self-healing ability to cover it up. Though, he’s not entirely sure he wants to…

“I was thinking about you earlier,” Eren continues, pulling his head up to look down into Levi’s eyes with those fierce emerald eyes of his. 

He’s beautiful. Levi can’t tear his gaze away. No matter how vulnerable and exposed he feels, it doesn’t matter. Not in the slightest. With his thoughts lost to the haze of need and Eren’s intense stare, he doesn’t want to look away. 

If anything, he wants to be better than any fantasy Eren may have had.

“Is this what you were thinking about doing?” He leans in, brushing his lips against Eren’s and making a point of digging the heel of his foot into Eren’s lower back. “Anyone else could’ve walked in here.”

Eren doesn’t look like he cares about that. “You’re the only one I want,” he tells Levi, kissing him hungrily. “My omega…”

Fuck, that feels so good to hear. Words he would’ve considered derogatory coming from anyone else’s mouth, he’s suddenly desperate to hear more of. 

His neck aches, either from the marks Eren left or from a need to be marked. He’s suddenly too aware of the unmarked spot on his scent gland, but no matter how lost he is, he knows that’s something they can’t do when neither of them can think straight. 

It’s instinct. And yet…

“Yours.” The words slip out with ease against Eren’s lips. “You’re mine, alpha. No one else’s, do you understand?” 

Instinct, he keeps trying to tell himself that this is biology talking but he knows it fucking isn’t. Eren’s always been his. The only one he’s wanted to take to bed like this. Maybe not in a cell after months of not seeing each other, but he supposes it adds to the thrill.

“Yes,” Eren answers, a low moan escaping his lips. “I’ve always been… fuck, yours,” he adds, hips starting to slam against Levi’s with more force. “I’m close,” Eren tells him, breathless. “I want to fill you with my cum…”

In any other scenario, hearing this would’ve repulsed Levi but right now?

“Yes,” he groans, his head falling back. He’ll smell like Eren for a really, really long time. If they can’t bite each other, this is just another way of claiming one another and it only serves to intensify the burning in the pit of his stomach. 

His slick and cum are already coating Eren’s stomach, and thighs. So much so that he can smell his scent on Eren. Good. This’ll only demotivate the other soldiers from coming down here.

Even better.

This sight is for him and him only.

“Cum for me,” he all but orders, his moans mixed with his heavy breaths.

Eren cums inside him with a loud growl, burying his face in Levi’s neck as he rides out his orgasm. He bites at the sensitive skin, hard, and only starts to still once his knot starts to inflate.

Levi curses, digging his nails into Eren’s back, neck, arms — anywhere he can reach. All he wants to do is mark Eren as his own, claim him, own him. This alpha belongs to him — body and soul. Even if he doesn’t carry the bite, Eren is his. 

A second wave of pleasure washes over him as he climaxes again, hard. Eren’s pressed right into his sweet spot, the very same spot he’s been relentlessly drilling into.

With the heat slowly starting to subside, he’s finally given a small chance to breathe, and try to gather his bearings.

“Eren…” he groans, trying not to shift too much while they’re locked in place, “I…I can try asking Hanji for special accommodations for you.”

Which would require leaving, something he’s not sure he’ll be capable of doing once the haze returns full force.

But Eren growls, and his scent easily tells him no. Eren’s hands grab his hips, fingers digging at his sides. “You’re not leaving.”

He gently smooths hair off Eren’s forehead, hoping his scent will be somewhat reassuring. “I’m not leaving you,” he threads his fingers through the strands of soft hair, guiding Eren close enough to press a kiss to his lips. “You really want to keep fucking in this…dungeon?”

That’s…a preference, he supposes. Sets a nice, dark and damp ambience. And yet, nothing sounds worse to him right now than trying to leave this cell. Even if the high has somewhat ebbed away, he knows it’ll return full force and being away from Eren when that happens sounds like a disaster. 

“I don’t care where we fuck,” Eren says, “but if you leave, I’m coming with you. You went into heat. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

“I’ll probably get shot if I let you out of here,” Levi mumbles dryly. Sighing, he brushes his fingers through Eren’s hair. “Why did you expect Hanji down here? You say you were thinking about me, but said their name…it doesn’t make sense.”

It’s a question that’s been in the back of his mind, but certainly not something he cared about in the heat of the moment. Before he loses his sense once more, he wants to know. The need to know is definitely starting to fade already and the urge to move his hips against Eren, certainly growing stronger.

“It doesn’t matter,” Eren replies, clearly trying to evade the subject. He tries to distract Levi with kisses down his jaw all the way to his neck, where he licks over the bites he’s made.

“Eren…” he tries to sound assertive, but it’s a bit hard to do when he can’t help the moan that escapes him. Instinctively he grinds against Eren, his heart hammering in his chest erratically. He’s already getting hard and the question fading from his mind. Why did he care? He doesn’t. He shouldn’t. “After,” he manages to add, “after…you’re going to tell me. But not now…”

He probably wouldn’t even be able to process or retain the information anyway. Not when Eren smells so good. 

“Tell me what you want,” Eren murmurs, pressing a trail of kisses back to Levi’s lips. “My omega.”

Levi just barely stops himself from blurting, your bite.

It’ll fuck with the moment, especially if they’re both struggling to stop themselves from doing it. He doesn’t want to cause Eren’s self-control to waver. 

“You,” he answers with ease. It’s still the truth. He presses kiss after kiss to Eren’s lips. “If I was ever going to fully have my heat, I wanted it to be with you. I got what I wanted…” he pauses, biting into Eren’s already bruised lip, “I want to see how much I can make you cum.” He squeezes his legs around Eren and flips their positions, making himself comfortable on top of Eren before he grinds down with a shuddered moan. 

“Levi…” Eren groans, hands gripping Levi’s hips again, then his thighs. Eren’s hands are definitely going to leave bruises with how strong he’s grabbing him, but Levi doesn’t mind. In fact, he welcomes it, and he’s glad he can’t heal from it. He wants to carry the bruises and marks, he wants to keep them for as long as they’ll last. What if this is the only time they’ll get to do this?

That makes something churn uncomfortably in his chest, instantly souring his mood. 

He tries to distract himself with focusing on Eren’s hands, Eren’s scent and the sweet sounds coming from him as he watches Levi with lust-blown eyes. 

They’re all for him. He moves slowly on top of Eren, his movements faltering every time Eren brushes against his sweet spot, nearly sending him over the edge each time. 

He can feel himself getting wetter and wetter. He’s sure Eren can smell it too. 

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted,” he whispers, leaning down until they’re chest to chest and their hips flush. He breathes out a quiet moan at the slight shift in position, but it’s worth it to press a lingering kiss to Eren’s lips. “I wouldn’t want anyone else seeing me like this.”

“Good,” Eren says, voice hoarse and deep, “you’re mine,” he adds, a hand moving up Levi’s back until he reaches his neck, holding him down so he can kiss him hard. “My omega. My Levi. My Captain.”

Levi groans, a very muffled,‘yours’ sounding against Eren’s lips. He doesn’t want to waste his breath on talking. He also doesn’t trust himself to speak right now when the only thing on the forefront of his mind is the bite. It’s all he wants. To bite, to be bitten.

That would make all of this even better. He needs it. Just as badly he wants to sink his teeth into Eren’s neck and bind him forever. That way, he’d never leave again. 

Or maybe he would, but he’d suffer for it. Good.

But Levi can’t do that to Eren. Even in this frenzied, feral state of need he can’t bring himself to do something like that to Eren.

So he puts everything into kissing Eren, and when that isn’t enough, he breaks away and trails harsh bites and kisses down to Eren’s collarbone, narrowly avoiding his scent gland. He bites into the soft flesh above his chest, enough to break through skin.

“I don’t want you healing these,” he whispers, licking over the bite. 

“I won’t,” Eren assures him, fingers moving to Levi’s hair before he tugs at it, hard, lifting his head up before Eren claims his mouth in a frenzied kiss. “I never will,” Eren promises, moaning into the kiss. 

Levi wants to point out that once Eren transforms, those marks will be gone. But he can’t find it in himself to. He wants to sink into this delusion that either Eren has no plans of leaving again or even if he does transform for whatever reason, he’ll come right back into Levi’s arms.

Fuck.

The thought pleases him. It soothes something primal in him as he forces his tongue past Eren’s lips, needing to taste him and get even closer than they already are.

“I’m gonna cum again,” he barely manages to get out, the intensity starting to bloom through his body but he tries to fight it. Not yet, just a little longer.

“Good,” Eren says again, pulling at Levi’s hair again. “Cum for me, my beautiful omega,” he adds, biting down Levi’s lip. “I’m going to knot you again.”

Those words send Levi over the edge, coupled with the sharp thrust from Eren. He muffles his moans against Eren’s mouth, breathing heavily through his nose. 

It doesn’t stop. Another wave of pleasure goes over him immediately after his climax and he breaks away from the kiss, pressing his face into Eren’s neck right where his scent gland is. 

“Fuck…” he groans, digging his nails into Eren’s shoulder and trying to keep moving but it’s too much. Too many sensations all at once.

Between Eren’s relentless thrusts, his fingers gripping Levi’s hair and the overwhelming amount of slick dripping out of him every time Eren moves. Fuck, he’s going to cum again.

“Eren…” he breathes out, his throat raw. He can’t even string together the words, but his scent will say everything that he can’t. The desire, the need, the desperation.

Eren cums without warning, and Levi can feel the now familiar stretch of Eren’s knot inside him. 

And yet, an involuntary moan still slips out of him. He’s still not used to the feeling. The new position pushes Eren in deeper than before, making him instinctively clench around the knot helplessly. 

His climax washes over him, making it one too many in a row. He doesn’t think he’s ever cum this many times one after the other.

“I can’t believe you were going to do this all by yourself,” Levi finally finds his voice, just barely managing to prop himself up with his elbows to get a good look at Eren’s gorgeous and flushed face. “It’d have been a waste.”

“What did you want me to do?” Eren asks, hand slipping out of Levi’s hair to rest on his cheek, thumb brushing against the soft skin. “Bust out of here and find you? I thought you hated me.”

Levi gives Eren a pointed look. “I’ve never hated you. Not once. I’ve questioned your choices day and night, I’ve wanted to hate you, but I never managed. It’d have been easier if I could…” he leans into Eren’s touch, turning his head to press a kiss to the inside of his palm. “I’m highly considering busting you out now.”

Eren’s never been the real issue in his mind anyway, it’s always been Zeke. 

The thought of that heinous creature sours his mood instantly. 

Eren hums, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to Levi’s lips. “What are you thinking about? Your scent just turned bitter.”

Levi clenches his jaw, trying to focus on anything else. Eren’s hands, his lips, his sweet scent, his fucking knot buried deep inside—

“Damn it…” he sighs, unable to brush aside the tightening in his chest. “Zeke. I don’t want you anywhere near him. I never have and I still don’t. I’ll keep you down here with me as long as I need to if that’s what it takes.”

A sad smile curves Eren’s lips. He doesn’t say anything, not yet, and instead presses soft kisses to Levi’s forehead, cheeks, nose, until he reaches his lips and hums against them. “I prefer being with you,” he finally says, bringing his free hand to Levi’s cheek, effectively cupping his face that way. “My omega.”

Eren’s very good at this, distracting him, saying all the right things and Levi wants to let him. He wants to avoid the questions brewing in his mind, he wants to shove aside the fear and slip into this cocoon of pleasure. It feels good, too good.

If he tells himself enough times that nothing beyond this cell exists, maybe he’ll believe it.

“Don’t do that,” he forces out, staring into Eren’s eyes, “don’t look at me like that. I mean it. I’m not letting you out of my sight. You’re mine, do you understand?”

They’ll send someone else with Zeke for all he cares. Eren’s always been his concern. That fact hasn’t changed through the years.

“Levi…”

“Don’t Levi me,” Levi snaps. He doesn’t want to lose this moment of clarity before the need returns full force and leaves him at the mercy of his base instincts. It’s already drifting. He wants to bury his face in Eren’s neck and continue the debauchery. Eren’s already deflating, which means they’ll be back at it in no time.

Fuck.

Not yet.

“I’m not letting you leave ever again,” Levi insists, cupping Eren’s chin with his free hand, “so wipe that miserable look off your face.”

Eren smiles. It still looks so sad. “You won’t let me out of your sight?” 

“You don’t believe me?” Levi narrows his eyes. “I intend to keep you right here with me. Can’t do much else if we’re fucking.” He leans in, brushing his lips against Eren’s.

Is this his fault? 

Did he upset his alpha with his persistent questions? 

The thought sends a painful pang through him, harsh and unforgiving. It only urges him to deepen the kiss in hopes of giving Eren something better to think about. 

“I’ve always wanted this,” Eren tells him in between the kisses, his fingers gently brushing down to Levi’s neck until they find his scent gland. “Always wanted you.”

He’s told Levi already. Still, Levi doesn’t tire of hearing it.

In fact, it’s reassuring to hear Eren say it. 

“Would you bite me if I asked you to?” Levi blurts out, gauging for a reaction. It’s not ideal right now, but what would Eren say? What reason would he have for not wanting to? 

Or would he say yes? 

He doesn’t know what he wants to hear, but fuck, the omega in him is yearning for a yes. 

There’s hesitance in Eren’s eyes, though. Hesitance Levi understands, but still doesn’t want to see. 

“Yes,” Eren nonetheless replies, pressing a soft kiss to Levi’s cheek. 

“Would you still leave me?” 

Levi knows he needs to stop. He’s asking things he doesn’t want the answers to. Things he shouldn’t be hearing in the middle of a heat when he’s irrational and in the depths of his primal instincts. 

But he needs to be prepared for whatever is coming after. He can’t keep Eren trapped here indefinitely. His heat will make it impossible for the alpha to just walk out of here without immense difficulty but once that’s over….

No. He’ll find a way. He won’t let Eren disappear again. He makes a point of grinding down on Eren, sucking in his breath. 

“Fuck,” Eren groans, bringing a hand to Levi’s hip before he squeezes . “I don’t think I’d be able to leave you.”

“Good. I’m going to make this very difficult for you.” He wraps a hand around Eren’s neck, squeezing lightly. “I’m not sorry either…so don’t expect an apology.” He grinds down again, despite the pressure at his hip. “You’re mine. Fuck…” he breathes out shakily, the familiar coil of heat starting to build in his gut, “I missed you.”

“So did I,” Eren admits. “I thought of you every day.”

“Not enough clearly, if you still stayed away,” Levi mutters, squeezing Eren’s neck, right over his scent gland where he’d rather have his mouth on.

“Sorry,” Eren winces. “I had to.”

Levi clenches his jaw, digging his nails into Eren’s skin. “ Had to. We tell ourselves a lot of things we have to do. Doesn’t make it true.” He loosens his hold, inhaling deeply. “I’m sorry.” 

Gently, he cups Eren’s cheek and leans in to kiss the redness he left with his hand. “I should be trying to make you feel nice….not forcing you down memory lane.”

He specifically told Hanji he wouldn’t be interrogating Eren and yet…

“It’s okay,” Eren assures, “you can hurt me. I deserve it.”

Levi frowns, his heart clenching uncomfortably. It’s a sentiment he shares, but not one he wants to hear coming from Eren. He gently brushes his fingers through Eren’s hair, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “What if I’d rather make you cum?”

Eren smiles. “Isn’t that what we’re here for?”

“Don’t be cheeky,” Levi scolds, fighting back a smile but ultimately failing. He kisses Eren again and again, each kiss getting messier and more desperate. They’re already connected in every way possible, and yet he wants to be even closer. 

“What if,” he breathes out, peppering kisses along Eren’s jaw, “I want to do this with you…even when you’re not in your rut and I’m not having my heat.”

Bold question to ask.

“I’d want that too,” Eren tells him, thumb brushing against his hip. 

It soothes Levi to hear it. More of this, more of Eren, bonded, together.

“Fuck…” he groans, continuing to move slowly on top of Eren. The burning is starting to get uncomfortable and he’s so close already. “Then…let’s do it. I never want to stop. I want more of this…”

“Me too,” Eren says before he flips them over, giving Levi barely a second to adjust because he starts slamming into him, face buried in his neck. “Is this what you wanted?” he murmurs against his scent gland, teeth grazing at the sensitive skin.

Words are falling out of his grasp at an alarming pace. He can barely catch his breath, much less process anything Eren is saying.

The only thing on the forefront of his mind is how badly he needs Eren to bite him right fucking now. 

Even if he’s not saying it, he’s sure his scent is. It’s meant to entice the alpha, so he’s heard. If Eren’s erratic thrusts and moans are anything to go by, maybe it’s true.

“To come down here and get railed in a dirty fucking cell?” He breathes out, biting into Eren’s shoulder. A particular sharp thrust has his head rolling back and he arches up to meet Eren’s movements, “the second I smelled you…I wanted nothing else. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay away from you. Fuck…” his breath hitches, “I want your bite. I need it.”

Eren groans, pulling his head up to look at Levi. His pupils are blown, filled with desire and need he’s sure are mirrored by his own. “Are you sure?” Eren asks, although Levi can tell it’s with great difficulty. The fact that Eren’s self-control is still strong enough to let him ask instead of simply doing it speaks volumes about what kind of alpha he is.

Fuck. Levi’s in love with him.

“Yes. Please. I need you.” He wraps his arms loosely around Eren’s neck. “It was always going to be you. I’d let you do this even if I wasn’t in heat…I won’t regret this.”

It’s a reassurance he feels that’s necessary for Eren to hear. There’s no one else he’d allow to do this to him. It was either going to be Eren or he was going to die with a bare neck, a reality he made his peace with.

But now? 

Eren is in his grasp, Eren wants him…

And Levi wants him just as much. 

“Do you…” he starts slowly, seeking the slightest sign of hesitance in Eren’s eyes, “do you want this?”

“I do,” Eren admits, looking down at him with those piercing emerald eyes. “I shouldn’t. I don’t deserve you. But I do.”

“I decide what I deserve.” Levi brushes hair out of Eren’s face. “And you’re what I want. Nothing will change that. I want to be bound to you.”

Eren smiles. It looks soft, and his movements have stilled. Dare Levi say it feels like Eren is looking at him with love? 

“I want that too,” Eren says, lowering his head down to Levi’s neck. He presses gentle kisses on his scent gland, nuzzling at the soft skin above it before Levi starts to feel teeth , and suddenly, Eren bites.

It’s instantaneous, the electrifying heat that shoots through him and renders him breathless. For a moment, he thinks he’s blacked out. It feels good in a way he can’t categorize. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, digging his nails into Eren’s shoulders and pressing further against him. He’s never felt anything like this before. It’s like finally feeling…whole, complete, in a way he never has before. 

Like he’s finally home.

Levi’s not sure if the bite he gives Eren will heal the next time he shifts, and even though the thought sits heavily on his chest, he still follows instinct and tilts his head just enough for his mouth to find Eren’s neck where he sinks his teeth into the scent gland and bites down. 

The fragrant and overpowering scent of spiced vanilla hits the air. Their scents mingle, growing stronger and stronger. He only lets go when he starts to taste blood, licking over the deep indentations fondly. The warmth lingers over his entire body and he squeezes Eren. 

“You’re mine,” he whispers, brushing his lips against the side of Eren’s head. 

“I’m yours,” Eren coos, and slowly starts to move again, somehow even deeper than before. “Only yours.”

This is a high unlike any other. Being bonded and doing this feels…different. Addictive. He can feel Eren in ways he didn’t before, even his scent is stronger. 

“Eren…” he groans, burying his face in Eren’s neck, lightly sucking on the bruise that’s forming on Eren’s scent gland, “I’m so close…don’t stop. Fuck .”

He nearly came from the bite alone but managed to fight it off. He didn’t want anything distracting him from the sensation of Eren’s teeth embedded in his neck.

“Are you gonna cum for me, my omega?” Eren murmurs, speeding up and thrusting faster inside Levi. “I love to feel cum around me. You clench so hard,” Eren groans, “like you want to keep me there forever.”

“Maybe I do, maybe it’s my way of making sure you don’t fuck off,” Levi breathes out, his head falling back onto the pillow. He can’t even bring himself to give a shit that it feels like crap, because Eren certainly doesn’t.

His breathing gets erratic as he arches up and wraps a leg around Eren’s waist, meeting his thrusts. Each one brings him closer and closer until finally he cums with a sharp gasp, clenching around Eren as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over him. It’s more intense than the last few. Either from the bite or because he’s falling deeper into his heat. 

It definitely feels better after the bite. He feels more connected to Eren. No one ever talked about how it feels to be bonded. Maybe it felt different for them. Maybe their bond is even stronger, because Eren is a shifter. 

Who knows.

Eren cums without warning, his knot instantly filling Levi and stretching him in blissful ways. Eren pants against his neck, catching his breath before he lifts his head up and looks down at Levi with so much affection.

“You don’t have to worry anymore,” Eren tells him, “I won’t be able to leave you.”

Levi silently watches Eren, his mind struggling to grasp onto the words. He sounds sincere, Levi wants to believe him.

He can tell Eren means those words. Even more so now. Something about the bond helps make it easier to brush aside skepticism. He reaches up, cupping Eren’s face and bringing him in for a light kiss. Even his mouth hurts from how bruised his lips are. 

He doesn’t even want to know the state his body will be in after they’re finished with their cycles.

“I’ll always worry. You’ve been making me worry since we met,” Levi points out with a small smile, brushing hair out of Eren’s face. The longer they go at this, the more unruly Eren looks. “I’d like to see you try to leave, I’d hunt you down and chain you to me.”

“You want to chain me?” Eren chuckles, kissing Levi’s cheek. “That can be arranged.”

Levi hums, brushing his fingers through Eren’s hair before cupping the back of his neck fondly.

“It looks good on you,” he muses, eyeing the mark. The sight of it sends heat pooling in his gut. Fuck. Not yet. He’s exhausted. 

But he still can’t stop himself from moving his fingers to gently stroke the pretty mark. 

“Chains wouldn’t satisfy me as much as seeing you marked and bound to me,” he adds quietly.

“Well,” Eren kisses Levi’s other cheek, “if you change your mind, know that I’d be happy to let you chain me and have your way with me.”

Levi fights back a smile. Eren definitely isn’t helping his case right now. The words send another wave of need rushing through him. He instinctively rolls his hips, exhaling shakily.

“There’s shackles,” he points out, nodding his head along the wall. “You’re tempting me.”

“You’ve been tempting me since we’ve met,” Eren says, an amused smile on his lips. “I was in shackles then too.”

“This is what you were thinking about then?” Levi teases with a small laugh. “I guess you’ve always had your priorities straight.” He presses another fond kiss to Eren’s lips. “Should’ve said something.”

“Like what?” Eren snorts. “Hi, Captain Levi, you’ve never met me before and everyone wants to dissect me but I’d love to knot you right now.”

“I might’ve beat the shit out of you but,” Levi chuckles, kissing Eren’s neck, “it would’ve definitely left an impression. How could I resist? You with your murderous monologues and those pretty eyes of yours?” He cups Eren’s cheek. “You did leave an impression. You were never far from my mind. That remains true…”

Eren hums. “You ended up beating the shit out of me anyway.”

“I’m sorry about that.” Levi smiles apologetically, caressing Eren’s cheek. “Is this making up for it?” He rolls his hips against Eren’s. “It better be.”

“Yes,” Eren chuckles, hands moving up Levi’s chest until his fingers brush against his scent gland. “You can beat me up anytime if you want.”

“I’d rather do other things…” Levi cups the back of Eren’s neck, dragging him in for a deep, slow kiss. He enjoys their messy, instinct-fueled ones but these ones? Tender and drawn-out? It’s slowly becoming his favorite type of kiss. 

“Do you have a thing for being hurt?” He suddenly asks against Eren’s lips. “Or does the thought of me taking what I want from you just turn you on that much?”

“Maybe it’s a bit of both,” Eren smiles, pecking Levi’s lips. “Mostly the second thing.”

“Would you be able to handle it?” He nods his head toward the shackles. “Not being able to touch me, being restrained…” he trails off, pressing another lingering kiss to Eren’s lips. “Seems like it’d take effort.”

“It would drive me crazy,” Eren admits, trailing kisses from Levi’s lips all the way to his neck, where he sucks a mark next to the bitten skin. “But it would also be very, very hot…”

Levi hums, his mind instantly turning into a helpless mush from the attention to his neck.

“Fuck…well, behave and you’ll be rewarded.” He pushes up against Eren, propping himself up on his elbows. “Be a good alpha and lean back against the wall. I’m going to ride you.”

The shackles are shorter, but they’ll make do. It’ll leave Eren with even less room to grab at him…that is hot.

But then Eren slips out of him, and Levi nearly hisses at the loss and regrets his words. Eren chuckles, pressing a kiss to Levi’s temple. “You’re cute,” he coos, moving up in the bed and leaning up against the wall. “Don’t worry, you’ll have my knot back inside you in no time.”

“I should gag you while I’m at it,” Levi mumbles, giving Eren a look. He’s sure he doesn’t sound half as threatening as he wishes he did when the desperation is probably written clear as day on his face. 

Slipping toward Eren, he leans up and grabs one of the shackles, securing the cuff around Eren’s wrist and then the same for the other side. Levi can’t deny that Eren looks…delicious like this. 

It sends his mind reeling toward the cave under the Reiss lands where they had found Eren. 

Flushed, he pushes the thought away and climbs into Eren’s lap, reaching behind him to adjust Eren before slipping down on him with a shuddered moan. Fuck. 

Instantly, he tightens around Eren, already having missed the feeling from the whole minute they were apart. He’s blaming the heat.

Balancing himself with Eren’s shoulders, he starts to move, quick and harsh. He doesn’t have the patience to go slow. 

Cum and slick drip down his thighs each time he moves and he’s sure he’ll care more about how disgusting it is later but right now? There’s nothing more attractive.

Eren tugs at the shackles already, his eyes dark with lust and need. “Levi…”

“You’re doing good,” Levi praises easily in between the panting and moaning. “You can bite me if that would help…” 

Maybe he’s teasing just a little bit, but he knows he’d be no better if he couldn’t touch Eren. Especially in this state. This only urges him to dig his nails into Eren’s shoulders harshly, rising and falling quicker.

He’s already close, and it’s killing him. Eren’s scent is also threatening to send him over the edge. The need is palpable in the air. He presses closer, licking over the bite mark and sucking on it with a quiet moan. Eren is bonded to him, his scent even sweeter than before. 

“Fuck,” Eren breathes out, moving his head closer so he can bite right under Levi’s ear. “I want to touch you so fucking bad,” he adds, breathless, “I’ll make a mess of you when I’m free.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” Levi breathes out, wrapping his arms loosely around Eren’s neck. The constant movement is starting to make his thighs burn but fuck, even the strain feels good. Especially now that he can feel more of Eren through the bond. 

The desperation, the need. 

Fuck.

He instinctively tightens around Eren, hissing when Eren brushes against his sweet spot.

“I’m…” he groans, biting into Eren’s shoulder, unable to finish the sentence when his climax washes over him, sudden and harsh. He continues rolling his hips, keeping his movements short, wanting to stay as flush to Eren as possible. This only forces Eren deeper, pulling another orgasm out of him.

Eren soon follows, his knot stretching Levi even quicker this time. Eren tugs at the shackles again, groaning frustratedly. “Levi… need to touch you,” he growls, fists clenched.

Levi slumps against Eren, breathing heavily and trying to gather his bearings. The only thing he can focus on right now is how blissed out he feels.

When he finally lifts his head, he stares at the shackles and sighs heavily. He needs Eren’s touch but that requires movement. Fuck. “Give me…a moment.” 

It’s tricky, stretching his arm out carefully enough not to jostle them. Even this bit of movement hurts, but he finally manages to reach the keys in the pockets of his discarded pants. 

They’re both for the cells and cuffs. He carefully undoes the cuffs, wincing when he sees the angry red indentations in Eren’s wrists.

“You really hurt yourself,” Levi mumbles, bringing Eren’s hand to his lips to kiss softly.

“I don’t care,” Eren says, voice rough as he suddenly cups Levi’s face and crashes his lips on his. His hands soon travel all over Levi’s chest, his arms, his sides — as if Eren’s trying to make up for how he couldn’t touch him. 

It sends renewed heat coursing through his body but he eagerly returns the kiss, outlining Eren’s pretty lips with his tongue. Gently he presses his tongue past the seam of Eren’s mouth, moaning quietly.

“Eren,” he breathes out, slipping his fingers through Eren’s hair and holding him close. “I’m not going anywhere,” he reassures with a breathy laugh, “you asked for the chains, remember?”

“It was harder than I thought it would be,” Eren confesses, trailing kisses all the way down to Levi’s shoulder. His hands rest on his waist, squeezing gently. “I need my hands on you at all times.”

“I agree with this statement. Heat or not, I don’t think I’ll ever want to be apart from you again.” 

“You won’t have to be,” Eren promises.

Levi hums and rests his head against Eren’s shoulder, breathing in the smooth scent of vanilla. 

Warm, safe, his.

Forever.

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