Work Text:
"Mister Ackerman?"
Without tearing his eyes from the ocean, Levi turns his head. Just a little, just to show he's listening. "What?"
"We're ready, sir."
A short nod, but Levi doesn't otherwise move. He doesn't have to. It’s his yacht, his staff, his night. Everything goes according to his will.
Waves curl and dance across the surface. The sea is unsteady today, which fits his mood. Not because he's nervous. It's more that Levi is … excited.
One of his hands raises just slightly. It sprawls over his tight abs, hidden under his favorite suit. Soon it won't fit anymore. Soon, his body will change and all his clothes will be useless when Levi's finally with the child he's dreamed of for so long. All he needs is a fitting alpha.
"Levi," Erwin murmurs as he steps on deck. His business partner settles against the railing and marvels at the ocean. They aren't far from the city, but it's still an entirely different sensation to be out here. "What are you seeing?" The question isn't about the water, the algae, or seaweed. But Erwin doesn't need to specify. Levi and he always understand each other. The alpha would make a great donor, if he weren't bonded to someone else.
"The future," Levi murmurs and pushes back from the wood. "I'm ready." Both for the evening and for what will follow. Levi's body is powerful and reliable. He's nurtured it all his life, kept himself clean and impeccable. The results are strong, regular heats Levi refuses to suppress. Why would he? Dozens of people are ready to kill just to help him during those times.
Omegas are beloved creatures, after all. They create life. Those who use their vulnerability … well. The last alpha who took advantage of an omega in heat was quartered by Levi's men. But what else would anyone expect from those useless, feral creatures? They’re sperm donors, nothing else.
Erwin is a rare exception. When Levi follows him inside, he regrets the unavailability of his partner in arms once more. But maybe Erwin is like that because he's bonded. Some alphas calm down after finding their fated mate.
The belly of Levi's yacht is darkened. Candles and chandeliers cast the space in a warm glow, crystals glisten with kaleidoscopic beauty. Stunning. Levi doesn't need that amount of luxury even as the head of one of the world's most powerful crime syndicates, but tonight is different. His heat will begin in a few hours, so tonight has to be special.
Levi's hand falls to his womb again.
Soon.
Soon his life will change.
"How do we start?" Levi turns to Erwin, but his best friend just shakes his head.
A door opens and Petra strides in, a wide smile in place. "Levi! Are you ready?" Behind her, Oluo carries a box into the room.
Ah, so she’s decided to handle everything herself. Levi had tasked the omega with finding a suitable donor for him, but apparently Petra doesn't only want to select potential candidates—she wants to present them as well. "As ready as I can be."
Pleasant warmth swirls and coils softly under Levi's skin. Once more he rubs his belly. "Are you … smiling?" Oluo's voice has a tint of freaked-out—the beta seems startled to see his boss like that.
"You wouldn't understand," Petra murmurs and points for him to set the box down. "Levi, please, sit. Erwin as well?"
They both take a seat on one of the beautiful leather couches. Under his touch, the material heats up slightly. What a fascinating thing. But Levi's attention is quickly forced back to Petra. She comes to stand in front of him, hands behind her back.
"We’ll start with a scent test. Here I have a box with ten shirts. Each of them has been worn by one respective alpha. Without any further knowledge of them, I want you to sample the shirts, Levi."
"Wait," Erwin interrupts. "You're not keeping ten alphas on this boat, are you?"
The yacht is quite big, so it would be possible. But Petra just snickers. "Don't ridicule yourself. That would be stupid. Imagine the potential for violence! Alphas are nothing but slaves of their instincts."
The tiniest of hisses bubbles in Erwin's throat, but once he catches Petra's smug smile, he stifles it. Too late; her expression already reads 'Told you so'. "They’re on the mainland. Those Levi picks will be transported here. Less stress for the sensitive creatures and more security for us."
"Stop fighting." Levi looks between them, then back to the beta. "Oluo. The shirts."
Soon enough, Levi has ten plastic bags in front of him. He opens them one after the other. The first stinks of sweat and dried mushrooms. He tosses it in Oluo's direction. "Not this one."
The next one causes Erwin to growl before Levi can even take a whiff. Another goner. That's why his business partner is here, after all. Erwin has to tolerate their scent, at least enough not to want to murder Levi's pup.
Another. This time, the fabric is drenched in the scent of banana and raw cocoa. Not bad. Erwin seems quite collected as well. Levi hands the bag to Petra.
Four and five smell wrong. The first of fruit that was left out in the open for too long, rotting under the sun's heat. And the second is some mix of coffee and burned tires. Disgusting.
Bag six is a surprise. Once more, Erwin growls, but his eyebrows furrow at the same time. It looks less like aggression and more like … no. A man of Erwin's caliber doesn't feel threatened by a scent alone. Just a moment later, the expression is gone. Was it really there? Levi lifts the bag to his nose.
A blend of forest and saltwater caresses his nostrils. The air fills with memories of beaches and storms, warm rain, and earth. "This one." He hands it to Petra, not blinking once. His stomach tightens. A good sign.
The seventh bag scents like candy wrappers and honey. Levi throws the shirt away. He doesn't need a weak alpha. No. His child will grow to be strong and ferocious like this dam, but clever and level-headed on top. He needs powerful genes to grace the child with potential.
Two possible candidates are eight and nine. One scents like gasoline, the other of smoke and charred wood.
Erwin's reaction eliminates ten, even though Levi quite liked the waft of macha. And that's it. Petra holds the four winners close. "Erd and Gunther will bring them over now." With that, she rushes off for further preparations.
–
"I can't believe you're about to get hooked." Erwin grins and licks the tiny spoon that came with their green tea—a small consolidation for not getting to meet the alpha with the matching scent.
Levi huffs. "I'm not getting hooked. I'm choosing a sire for my child. That's all. I don't need the responsibility of home-training an alpha on top of everything else."
"Maybe you'll surprise yourself," Erwin murmurs. "I've been adopted as well."
As if. Levi rolls his eyes. He won't dignify that with a response, Erwin is special. Besides, Petra bursts back into the room like a summer storm. "They’re here!"
Another little growl resonates from Erwin's chest. Four more alphas on their yacht, of course he's stressed.
"It's okay," Petra giggles and cocks her head. "We have tranquilizers if any of them forget they’re supposed to be civilized."
Usually, Levi would consider those safety measures a little too extreme. He's not a damsel in distress, after all. But … but his heat is near and five alphas in close proximity are … dangerous. He swallows the uneasiness and nods. "Proceed."
"We’ll bring them in. One after the other. You get to talk to them for ten minutes each with Erwin in the room. Then, if you're comfortable, ten more minutes without Erwin. I told them as much. Are you ready?"
Levi's toes curl in his dress shoes and he exhales shakily. Fuck, he's never been as ready as right now. "Bring them in."
Banana and cocoa boy is first. Except he's not a boy. When the door opens, an alpha steps in that could probably crush Levi the moment they decided to mate. He's as broad as Erwin. Maybe not as tall, but certainly strong, that much is obvious. Sandy blond hair ends in the middle of his forehead. Overall, he's handsome in the detached way Barbie and Ken dolls are.
The alpha settles in a chair opposite the sofa Levi and Erwin occupy. He extends one paw-like hand, nods curtly. The following conversation is … okay. Surface-level small talk. He introduces himself as Reiner and speaks about his job and family. He seems quite professional about everything, although throughout the conversation, the alpha keeps leaning further forward.
A warning growl erupts next to Levi—but Reiner chooses to ignore it. Technically that should concern the omega. But he wants headstrong pups with an unbending will, so not bowing to other alphas isn't exactly a kick out criteria for Levi.
Petra returns soon enough. "Number one? Your time is over." But even now the alpha doesn't budge. His eyes are blown wide and fixed on Levi. "Reiner. Reiner Braun. Get up. Your time—"
"You said ten minutes with him. Then ten minutes without the alpha." His voice breaks just a little before Reiner licks his lips, gaze flickering over Levi. Eyes, mouth, chest, belly, crotch. That's where they stay.
"After. After the others have had a chance to talk to Levi as well!" Petra protests. "You gotta—shit!" She spins in the door. "Oluo, not yet, Reiner is still—"
From the doorway, a rich, deep rumble shakes the room. Erwin perks up, but Reiner keeps his eyes on Levi. Instead of leaving, he stands and comes closer until—
Things happen before Levi can process them. From the doorway bolts another alpha. Number two is smaller than Reiner and packed with less muscle, but nothing about the way he charges suggests inferior strength. He launches himself at the competing alpha, jumping his back and tossing him to the floor in a flurry of shoves, punches, growls, and—bites?
Levi blinks.
The dagger in his hand catches the light of one of the chandeliers. He was ready to defend himself, always is, but the attack he feared never comes.
Instead, an alpha lies sprawled out in front of him, another hissing on his back. Number two's teeth are clamped down on Reiner's scruff, both immobilizing him and threatening his life, should he move.
Damn. Levi swallows, trying to ease the dryness in his throat. He licks chapped lips, eyes on the feral creature. Number two stares back, mouth full of pinched skin and some blood. From the corner of his eye, Levi spots Oluo raise the dart gun—
"I want that one." Levi points at number two as slick begins to gather. He should have three more hours, by all means, but Levi isn't even bothered by his body reacting. Instead, he holds the man's gaze. "I want you. Everyone else, fuck off."
"You haven't even seen the others," Erwin murmurs, cautious and obviously rattled.
But Levi grins. "I don't need to."
Petra hurries forward, hands raised, a stun gun at the ready. "Eren. Eren, let go." But the alpha ignores her. His eyes focus on Levi alone. What a good fucking boy.
"Let go," he murmurs and Eren unlocks his jaw without hesitation. Such a magnificent creature. And he actually listens? Levi stretches out his hand—the one without the dagger—and smiles. "Come here."
And he does. Eren leaves Reiner to his fate and moves obediently over to Levi. He still hasn't spoken a word. Instead of offering a greeting, he rounds Levi, instinctively protecting his back, and tucks his head against the omega's throat to inhale deeply.
Erwin tenses, clearly ready to attack and haul the next alpha through the room. Completely over the top. Levi’s perfectly relaxed while the wild creature sniffs his neck, and even licks it. "Good?"
Eren answers with a croon, softer than anything he's offered so far. Fascinating. Levi's eyes find Petra, who currently directs the beta men. "Has Eren spoken before?"
"He's quite smart. A gentle guy, usually. Has an adopted sister. His family is stable. Eren's father is a doctor, his mother a business owner. He's still quite young, the youngest of the roster, but since you wanted someone fertile …"
The alpha offers another little croon, this time with his voice raising up at the end. As if he's asking, 'Am I good enough?' Levi smiles and grabs his head, pressing it closer to his own scent gland—to prove to Eren that yes, Levi is comforted and pleased. The boy inhales his pheromones as if his life depends on it. Now that he's curled against Levi's back, none of his aggressive tendencies are noticeable anymore.
Petra gapes. Her expression is reasonable. After all, unmated omegas wouldn't usually let any alpha near their scent gland. Especially not when they’re so close to their heat.
Eren opens his mouth and tries to press pointy teeth to Levi's skin. But the way he does it, slowly, gingerly, proves he cares. Levi pushes his face away. Yet, he keeps Eren's body close. "I want this one. He's quick, he's strong, he's focused, and he smells amazing." Next to him, the alpha rumbles happily—and presses against Levi, proudly demonstrating his joy about their physical proximity by grinding against Levi's ass.
Most alphas would be killed for an unwanted demonstration of sexual interest like that. It seems to be what Erwin is waiting for as well. But Levi simply reaches back and grabs Eren's cock, squeezing it.
The alpha hisses, then licks Levi's neck again. Good. Their chemistry is phenomenal. Levi purrs, "Everyone else, get out. Take the other alphas home. I’ve found mine."
Eren straightens up, towering behind Levi. His arms curl protectively around the omega's middle. He isn't growling at the others yet, but he's obviously not happy with them delaying their union, either. Even if it's just by seconds.
"Mine," he murmurs as Petra and the boys clear out the yacht. It's the first thing he’s said. Levi shifts his head to offer Eren another whiff of his neck. Out of heat, Levi gets quite frustrated when people try to claim him in some way. But tonight …
He plans to conceive. These might be his last moments without a pregnancy or a child. Dipping into his instincts is what his body needs to prepare for what Levi so desperately wants. That's what he tells himself, at least.
"No biting," he warns softly as pointy teeth drag against his scent gland again. "I'm not looking for a mate, just a baby."
Eren whines. The poor guy seems to be taken by Levi's onsetting heat, pushing his own rut to the surface. Instead of biting, Eren sucks and licks tender skin. Good.
"Omega," Eren mumbles once everyone else is gone.
"Levi."
Another little whine, but Eren listens. "Levi. Nest for us? I want … I need … you need … to conceive … we might …" His eyebrows draw together. Then Eren pinches the bridge of his nose and seemingly collects himself a little. "If you want to conceive … we need a nest. Your instincts … we need a nest."
He's right. Smart alpha. Warmth blossoms in Levi's chest once he realizes he’s picked someone considerate. It's not the same sensation as his heat, but he has no time to ponder it any further. Instead, Levi grabs Eren's hand and guides him to the bedroom. After all, he came prepared.
In the middle of a giant bed sits a nest made of his favorite textiles and scents. Soft and fluffy, pretty, and just overall pleasant. Not just to him, as it seems, because another happy rumble breaks from Eren's chest.
Levi made his alpha proud. He's a good omega .
Wait. Where did that come from? He's … no. He has to listen to his instincts. So Levi nuzzles against the alpha's throat and kisses along the spots where Eren's scent is the strongest.
Intimacy blooms between them. Not just when they take off each other's clothes, carefully, with worship in each touch. But also when Levi gathers the discarded fabric and carries it to their nest. He needs Eren's scent in it as well. Otherwise, their bed can't be perfect.
Once everything is up to his high standards, Levi crawls in and offers his hand. For the first time in his life, he invites an alpha into his nest. So far he’s only shared heats with betas. The gleam in Eren's gaze, the wild notes hidden in tender eyes promise things will be different this time. It's less about sex and more about … well.
Levi's other hand falls to his stomach. "Are you going to give me my baby, alpha?"
"I'm going to give you everything."
Finally, Eren leans in. Levi celebrates another first when he hands himself fully to the person sharing his nest. Any second now, his heat should set in and they'll fuck like rabbits but … so far, the tender touches are great. Eren's lips on his shoulder, his neck, his belly. Strong hands holding him, caressing Levi.
Eren grabs his hips, hovers over Levi's abdomen, and presses a kiss to rock hard muscles. "You'll be so beautiful, full of my litter," Eren murmurs.
Technically, they’re supposed to have sex, spend the heat, then the alpha should get lost and return to his life. But the longer Levi thinks about it, the more the concept aches. Is it because he's almost in heat? Or maybe … maybe this thing between them is special.
Alphas can be tamed. He's seen it with Erwin.
Levi reaches for Eren's face, pulls him closer. "Are you going to be there for me?" He doesn't need a caretaker. But maybe a partner isn't so bad. Eren's eyes glitter and the boy gapes. Bonding an alpha is rare in modern times, after all. They’re mostly useful for reproductive purposes—but this one … Levi cares about this one. "I want you." A whisper. A promise.
Eren seals their lips, hovering above the omega in a protective stance. "If you'll let me, I'll … I'll be everything you need."
They barely know each other. Still, Levi believes him.
"Make me yours, then, alpha." The second he speaks his mind, heat flares, scorching Levi's very soul. His nerve endings ignite and he curls his spine up to meet the alpha's body. "Make me yours and I'll make you mine!"
Eren brings their lips together in another urgent kiss. He doesn't stall. Shifting his position just a little, Eren slots himself between willingly opening legs. "I need to—" He whines, and yet he waits for permission.
This. This is the alpha who gets to father Levi's pups. Who gets to own Levi and be owned. He wanted a sperm donor, but instead … Levi holds his future in his hands. "Fuck me."
Eren doesn't thrust in right away, even though he's vibrating with need. Instead, he arches just a little more and finds Levi's lips again. Their kiss is the most tender brush of sensitive skin. Eren lingers, waits, gives Levi room to open up—before he gingerly adds his tongue. But by now, Levi's heat is fully here. So he locks his legs around muscular hips and squirms until Eren's dick is close to where he needs it most.
The alpha growls weakly, slightly discontent with Levi just taking what he desires, but Eren adds little bites to their kisses, igniting Levi's fire even more. When he threatens to burn up, the alpha finally pushes forward and unites what belongs together.
Levi's slicked enough to drench the entire nest in pheromones, but it's quite a stretch regardless. He moans, tosses his head back, and bares his neck to his partner as his body greets the one who’s worthy.
"Eren." His name seems to be what the alpha needed to know he's invited. A second later, Levi is stuffed to the brim with the prettiest cock he's ever seen. They were made for each other. "Puppies, alpha. I want puppies." His heat makes Levi whine but Eren doesn't seem to mind.
He rumbles in his chest, something warm and comforting, before he snaps his hips. The thrust is harsh enough to push Levi against the border of their nest. When the fabric wrinkles, pheromones dance around them. Levi's own. Eren's. The perfect blend. He's home.
"More!" Levi urges on.
"Whatever you want." The alpha's voice is stained. Eren’s just as far gone as Levi. When the alpha pushes in again, he pulls him close, nuzzles his neck. Levi tastes the oils on Eren's skin as this partner grinds their bodies into a tight ball. Eren's thrusts become shallow already, rough pants decorating the shell of Levi's ear with a thin layer of perspiration as Eren breathes him in.
Their sex isn't as wild as Levi expected, not during the first round. It's better. Because Eren's obviously only focusing on one aspect as well. Cum as deep as he can. Stay. Have the flawless babies they deserve.
His knot begins to catch, so Levi clenches around the alpha with every thrust. He quivers below Eren, a little mess with tears in his eyes and a hungry, open mouth.
Levi's teeth ache. "Can I?" he whispers and Eren shudders above him, ramming into Levi's sensitive body.
"Please."
It's all he needs.
Levi's lips curl around the sensitive neck, encapsulating the scent gland just as Eren's pace picks up. Not desperate yet, but fuck, the way he jerks, squeezes Levi's body, and whines … a dead giveaway of the alpha being close. Levi doesn't hesitate any longer once Eren finds his prostate. When the most satisfying, fulfilling sensation shoots through him, he wants to return the favor to his alpha.
His alpha.
The skin beneath Levi's lips bursts and salty oil fills his greedily waiting mouth. He laps it all up.
And above him? Eren loses it the second Levi penetrates the flesh. He pushes deeper. Somehow. Then breaks into quick, harsh thrusts that let Levi see heaven on earth until—"Ahhh-haa-haaa …" Eren's eyes glisten just before he squeezes them shut and surges forward, piercing the skin on Levi's own neck with one swift, precise, impeccable bite.
Levi screams. Both from being stuffed to the brim, cum coating his insides, and from their new bond.
He did it. He found his alpha. The perfect alpha.
Electricity shoots up and down Levi's spine. He arches into his partner. Eren will catch him. Be there for him. Levi doesn't have a single doubt as he twitches, groans, pants. Not when he finds the eyes of the one he chose.
Their bond tingles in the back of Levi's mind. It's warm. Comfortable. Secure. Eren wants this as much as he does—Levi has absolute clarity now.
—
"Do you think the seed will take," Eren murmurs when they finally begin cleaning up almost an hour later. He hasn't stopped touching and kissing Levi for a minute.
The omega smiles. "If it doesn't happen immediately, we have the rest of our lives to make it work."