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Eren sighed as more people poured in through the entrance of Club Sina. The place was already packed with visitors, and employees were scrambling to deliver drinks and fulfill orders. It was getting very frustrating for the brunet; after all, he had just started his heat, and the overpowering scent of courting alphas was making his knees weak.
Eren was lucky that he had remembered to take his suppressants yesterday. Although, all they did was prevent the effects of his heat from escaping his own body. Because of that, he could feel everything, but nobody could sense it. It was especially hard on the brunet when he was out in a public place, but he had already promised to help Ymir with her club.
After a few employees got sick and didn't bother to warn the owner that they wouldn't be at work on Friday night, Ymir realized that her club would be severely understaffed on one of the busiest nights of the week.
Eren was desperately called in to help, even though he was never scheduled for Fridays. It was lucky that he happened to be free; after all, Ymir was a good friend of the brunet, and he would do everything in his power to help her out of a tight situation. Even if that meant suffering through his heat in the worst of places.
So, on Friday night, Eren found himself hectically delivering drinks to tables along with Sasha and Christa. Only women served the customers, usually (Eren was a bartender), but the club was lacking runners to bring the orders to the right tables. That was how the brunet was forced into a long sleeved white shirt and crisp black slacks that resembled the servers' uniforms, instead of his usual bartender uniform, and pushed into the fray of people with a tray full of drinks. The outfit was given to him courtesy of one of the dancers, who happened to have it in his closet.
Although the current bartenders, Connie and Jean, were goading him all night, Eren was happy to be helping Ymir and getting extra cash on the side. Even if it meant bringing orders to rude, drunken pigs that had already tried to feel him up more than once. In actuality, he wanted to knock a few of their teeth out, but he couldn't do that without serious consequences. Instead, the brunet simply smiled tightly and bit his tongue, wary of angering the paying customers. At this point, the omega should've been absolutely begging to be touched, but he was too repulsed to give in to his heat-induced desires.
It was a few hours into Eren's shift. Reiner had just finished his routine, and Annie was starting hers. After working at the club for 2 months, Eren had grown oblivious to all of the dancers' provocative displays. At first, the 21 year old had blushed furiously when he saw the routines, but after so long, he was used to the skimpy clothing and suggestive dancing.
"Eren! I have a grey goose martini to be delivered to table 17!" Jean shouted from the bar. Eren quickly walked over and reached for the drink. Just before he made contact with the martini glass, Jean slapped his hand away. Eren looked up and glowered.
"What the fuck was that for, Secretariat?" he demanded. Jean just tsked.
"I just spent 15 minutes cleaning that damn glass because a short-ass alpha insisted on me washing it three times in a row. Don't you dare put your filthy paws on it, just grab the tray and take it over," Jean insisted fiercely. Eren just sighed and grabbed the tray, holding it shoulder-level to avoid dropping it.
"Fine, fine, whatever. Damn horse-face," the brunet grumbled as he walked away, heading towards the left side of the stage.
Table 17 was actually a booth situated about 10 feet away from the side of the stage. As Eren approached the booth, weaving through dancing bodies, he spotted a man sitting on the left side of the table. He was by himself, which was a rather odd sight for a nightclub. "He could just be waiting for someone," Eren reasoned in his mind, studying the man further as he got even closer.
Upon closer inspection, Eren saw that the man had pale skin, illuminated by the shifting colored lights of the club. His hair was a sleek, dark shade of black, and most of it was slicked back, with a few loose strands falling over his face slightly. As the man shifted in his seat, Eren noticed that his eyes were gray, almost silver, and very cold. "No wonder he doesn't have company," Eren thought. "He's probably scaring everyone away with that glare of his."
The raven wore a dark grey long-sleeved shirt and black jeans, but that was about all Eren could tell from that far away. Within seconds, the brunet had closed the distance and was setting the tray down on the table. The man glanced at Eren's hand and his eyes glimmered with approval when he saw it touching only the tray.
"I have one Grey Goose martini for you, sir," Eren announced. The man grabbed the glass and set it on the table, then turned to look at the server. Eren was planning on nodding in farewell and going on his way, but there was something in the man's silver eyes that kept him glued to the spot.
He hadn't noticed before, but the man was insanely attractive. Eren was so focused on the man's features that he hardly noticed that he was actually speaking to him.
Eren blinked a couple of times and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" he said, leaning closer. Then man narrowed his eyes, but repeated himself nonetheless.
"I said, did that horse-faced bartender clean this glass properly?" Eren nodded curtly in response.
"Three times, just liked you asked, sir," he reported. The dark-haired man kept staring at Eren, making the brunet squirm. It was obvious that this man was an alpha, if his dominant presence was anything to go by. His piercing gaze was making Eren hot, and he didn't like that. He was supposed to be in control!
Eren straightened his back abruptly. "Well, if that's all you need, I'll be going now," Eren said in a clipped tone. The teal-eyed boy pretended not to see the glimmer in the man's eyes and the slight curl of his mouth as he walked away.
Throughout the night, the omega could feel the dark-haired alpha's silver eyes on him. It was immensely distracting, but Eren stubbornly kept at it. After all, he had promised Ymir that he would help. As an omega, he hated feeling useless. So he did everything in his power to be the best server he could be, while suppressing his heat at the same time.
Unfortunately, luck was not on Eren's side that Friday night. Just half an hour before his shift was over, just 30 more minutes until he was free, Ymir approached him with a serious look on her face.
"What is it, Ymir? I swear I didn't do anything wrong," Eren said quickly. Ymir shook her head.
"No, that's not it. You've been a great help tonight, Eren," she assured him. Eren started to relax, but then Ymir kept speaking. "Actually, I'm here to ask you for a favor." The owner turned and pointed discreetly to the left side of the stage, directly at the alpha that Eren had been trying to avoid, and the brunet felt a sinking in his gut.
"Do you see that man sitting at that table?" Eren just nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. "Well, he's actually a VIP member here and he's very highly influential. He's never been here while you were here, because he's been on a business trip for the past few months. Anyways, his brother failed to meet him tonight, and he wants you to be his substitute for the rest of the night."
Eren gaped at Ymir. "You've got to be kidding me." When Ymir stayed silent, Eren continued frantically. "Ymir, you're not serious, right? You know that I'm in heat!" his voice lowered drastically, but Ymir grimaced just the same.
"Yeah, I know Eren, but what could I do? He has the power to shut down this whole club! He even paid a handsome amount just for half an hour of your time. Come on, you just have to sit and talk with him for a bit! Please, Eren…" The brunet sighed as his friend trailed off.
"Dammit," he scowled. Without responding to Ymir, he grudgingly stalked off to the table.
Ymir had said that Eren would have to spend a half-hour with the man, but she had never told him anything about keeping his attitude in check. Eren practically stomped up to the table, ignoring the man's smirk, and plopped down on the seat opposite of him.
Crossing his arms, Eren spoke first. "Hi, I'm Eren. Let's get a few things straight: It's two in the morning, I got called in for a shift I never work to wind up doing a job I never do, I'm tired, and I want to go home. I'm not exactly in a chatty mood. So I feel no obligation to show you any respect, and you'll have to deal with it." Throughout his whole little speech, his instincts were screaming at him to stop, to duck his head and submit to the alpha. Eren fought it with malice, locking his muscles and grinding his teeth.
The man raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his impassive face. "Sounds like someone forgot to take his morning shit. Why are you so defensive? All I want is to sit here with you for a bit and look at those pretty eyes."
Eren snorted, trying to hide the blush that was starting to appear. The alpha was trying to weaken him with his pheromones at this point, although subtly. Even though he was being discreet, Eren could still feel the overpowering need to bare his neck in submission. His hands tightened around his arms.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, alpha. Although, it seems that bribery does at least get you my company," Eren snarled, glaring at him fiercely.
The man seemed to ignore Eren's accusation. "Ah, they're glowing now. That's a sight to see," he breathed, leaning forwards and resting his head in his hand. Eren swallowed back a whimper as those silver eyes bore into him.
"W-what's your name, anyway?" Eren cursed himself mentally for allowing that stutter. "I'd rather not sit here for 30 minutes without knowing the name of my captor."
"Captor?" the raven replied, tilting his head to the side. "Interesting word choice…Do you really think of me that lowly? We've only been talking for a few minutes."
Eren sneered. "Well, forgive me if I feel resentful towards a jackass alpha who thinks he can get everything he wants just by throwing some money around. Your name, please."
The man leaned over the table, getting even closer to Eren. The omega's breath hitched, almost paralyzed as the alpha approached him. Despite the fact that his body was going haywire due to his heat, Eren threw his best glare at the approaching alpha. The raven smirked. "You're a feisty one," he murmured, before leaning in and brushing his lips against Eren's ear and lightly sniffing the scent gland on his neck. This time, the brunet couldn't stop the shiver that went through his body. His senses were going crazy, and he felt dizzy. "Call me Levi," the man said, and darted his tongue out to lick the shell of the omega's ear lightly.
Eren gasped as the man, Levi, leaned back and stood up. The raven looked at Eren, panting in the booth's seat, and smirked. "I hope to see you around, Eren."
With that, Levi grabbed his coat and exited the building.
"Thirty minutes my ass," Eren muttered, sinking down into the leather of the seat weakly.
As soon as Eren got home, he practically ran to his bed and ripped off his clothes. He had just spent a whole night in heat while in close proximity of countless others, not to mention the fact that not an hour ago, an extremely attractive alpha had tried to seduce him. It was no wonder that the brunet was feeling like fire was flowing through him.
In no time, Eren was on his knees, ass in the air as his hands simultaneously worked his cock to full hardness and teased his small entrance. Eren let out a loud whimper, and for once was glad that his sister had insisted on getting an apartment with soundproof walls.
One finger pushed into his hole easily, thanks to all of the slick that had gathered, and Eren keened into the pillow. His right hand pumped up and down his cock quickly, thumbing over the tip and giving just the right amount of pressure to make the brunet go insane.
Eren tried so hard not to picture him, the illusive alpha and his piercing silver eyes, but he couldn't withhold the fantasies. Oh, how much he wanted that man to hold him down against the bed and fuck him until he couldn't see straight.
The brunet moaned, working another finger into his opening and picturing Levi fingering him instead. Leaning over his body and licking a stripe up his neck. Eren sobbed and pumped his length furiously. He pictured the alpha running his hand through his brown hair before grabbing it and pulling it roughly. Levi would pull out his cock and rut it against Eren, letting it catch against his hole every once in a while, but never allowing him the pleasure of being filled.
Eren let out another sob. He was so close, dammit! By now, he had three fingers in and was ramming them back and forth vigorously. "L-lev," Eren whimpered before clamping down his jaw. "There is no way in hell I'm going to say his name," he thought desperately as tears started to gather in his eyes.
But in the end, he couldn't resist. "L-levi!" he gasped, prodding his fingers against his prostate. "Yes, there, right there Levi! Yes, mmnnhhh," Eren moaned. With one last call of the alpha's name, Eren released into his hand. Shudders wracked through his body as he rolled his hips forward, riding out his orgasm.
The omega collapsed on his side, breathing heavily. The most annoying thing about heats was that they went on for days, and heightened his sex drive enormously. Eren sighed as he felt the familiar heat pooling in his gut not 10 minutes later.
"It's gonna be a long weekend," he thought.