Disclaimer: Shingenki No Kyojin and all associated characters belong to Isoyama and Funimation. I own nothing.
Pairings: Eren x Levi, aka EreRi, possibly others to come.
Genre: Omegaverse, A/B/O
Paradox
Chapter 1
The acrid smell of wet tar lingered even though the rain had gone. Puddles of dirty water filled the potholes in the dilapidated street. The shops on this street decorated their windows with wrought iron bars and neon signs advertising tattoos and adult videos. The only open locale were the bars, still thrumming into the wee hours of the morning with remorse and slurred laughter.
Levi adjusted the lapel of his suit. These blue veins of the city were more than home, even if he looked out of place. Having shaken his humble beginnings, this place still remained an apt district for his various business deals. Besides, Sina's Bar served a mean old fashioned.
Tonight, the bar was packed. Even from outside Levi could hear the reruns of the news. He could hear the murmur of the anchor as she explained for the umpteenth time that the government was examining the high value of the few omegas in existence and how to utilize theme for the betterment of society. The things she spoke with her perfect teeth were clean and but rehearsed until her humanity had left the words cold.
And Levi was standing in the cool night air, watching a boy chainsmoke against the exterior wall of the bar. He didn't look to Levi, just continued taking drags from the cigarette. His exhales were long and soft so he could taste the ash on his tongue.
"You're not going to watch the news?" Levi asked, approaching the boy. Immediately, Levi was met with wicked green eyes.
"I've seen enough." the boy said.
"Ah, you're one of those types. I see."
"Those types?"
"Yes," Levi said. "One of the ones who doesn't agree with any of this. So you're trying to refuse everything that has to do with anything, yet, all you want to do is listen because you can't believe this is actually happening to the world around you."
Sweat on the boy's brow. A familiar scent tickled Levi's nose, stirring something inside of him.
"My... My friends are in there." The boy said.
"Oh? Then why are you out here all alone?"
"They... don't care about things like this." The boy put a new cigarette in his mouth and lit it.
"Well, they don't understand the gravity of what this means. After all," Levi stepped closer. "They're not omegas."
The boy doused his fresh cigarette on the wall, careful not to look Levi in the eye. "I should go back. Like you said."
"Back to people who won't even try to understand you?" Levi shrugged. "If that's what you really want. But you should let me buy you a drink before you go."
The boy grunted. "Why would I ever let you do that?"
"Because it looks like I care more than they do. I'm the one out here trying to convince you enjoy a little company while they just throw back another round." Levi sighed. "But if you don't want to drink with a stranger, I understand."
"Wait."
"Mnn?"
"I'll let you buy me one drink. But there's a condition."
"Tsk." Levi clicked. "You're so much work."
He ignored Levi's comment. "After tonight, you'll still be a stranger. So I can go back to the way things are."
At least he knew how to play the game. "Fine by me." Levi put his hand on the boy's shoulder and lead him inside. As he did so, Levi noticed the boy glanced at a table near the back where a brute of a man was gulping down pints. To his side was a young fellow with shaggy dark hair who looked quite worried, but his blonde friend wouldn't stop. He only continued to boast about his mad run at the last ball game, emphasizing the university logo emblazoned on his track jacket.
"Is that them?" Levi asked. The boy nodded, eyebrows furrowed as he glared at them.
"Yes." The boy muttered. "Reiner isn't very subtle."
"Ignoring them will make your message clearer." Levi took a seat at the bar and promptly ordered his drink. Turning to the boy, he asked, "What will you have?"
"Ah—" A touch of blush rose to his cheeks. "I—I'll just have a light beer, I think."
Levi noted that although the boy's taste in drinks was boring the rest of him was anything but. Tousled brown hair, a worn motorcycle jacket with some kind of feathered insignia and a pair of jeans that sung about his curves. Getting this guy where Levi could observe had been the best decision yet.
"So," Levi said. "You have a name?"
Surprisingly, the boy didn't answer immediately. Hands crossed, he stared at the dented surface of the bar. "I'm... I'm... "
Another whiff of his scent. Levi knew he wasn't mistaken now. The bartender set their drinks on the counter, hesitating a moment too long as he looked at the boy, sweating now.
"I don't think I'm ready to tell you that." The boy swallowed hard, his scent gone. He picked up the beer and took a large gulp.
"Fair enough." Levi touched his elbow. "You should probably calm down a bit, don't you think?"
The boy tensed. Levi sighed. "Forget it. Tell me... tell me about something."
"Like what?"
"Like whether or not you have any real friends."
He grunted. "Those are my friends!"
"Mmmhmm." Levi took a sip from his drink. Clean and warm. "You look like you care too much about other people to fit in with them."
He was quiet, listening to Levi's words. After another sip of beer before he spoke. "There are only two people who actually like me. They didn't come tonight."
"Why not?"
Another whiff. This kid was bad at keeping secrets. Why would that question make him nervous?
"They just didn't. I don't know." By now the boy had been fragrant enough to attack onlookers. They glanced at the television then to Levi and his companion. The boy had no trouble was meeting their eyes, fingers tightening on the bottle in his hand.
Levi touched the boy's cheek, guiding his eyes back to his own. "Look, as long as you're with me no one will say anything." Levi knew the exact moment the boy caught his scent because he could feel the boy quiver, a soft gasp escaping his lips.
"Don't worry," Levi said, his thumb caressing the boy's cheek. "After tonight, we're still strangers, remember?"
Three drinks in and Levi's companion was sloppy and wanted something to pet. His supposed friends had skulked off an hour prior so this pup felt the need to touch Levi's shoulder. A lot. The only thing Levi minded about the entire situation was that their conversations were shallow and meaningless. The boy was careful and talked about useless things like family pets and detentions in middle school. Levi wasn't about to offer up anything delicious in exchange for these pathetic crumbs.
"I'm a little tired," Levi reached into his pocket and pulled out a money clip. He counted out several twenties and handed them to the bartender before turning back to Eren. "And I've got work in the morning. So I think you should decide just how much a stranger you want me to be."
"Ah," The boy stood with Levi, silent for a moment. Then he said, "Can I... can I kiss you, then? Before you go?"
"Uh," Levi groaned. "You're kind of a bad decision for me."
"What?"
"That's not really something you ask. You just do it." Levi nodded to the bar keep before looking to his new friend. "Have a good night then."
He was about to turn when the kid grabbed the front of Levi's shirt, using it to pull him closer. Levi felt a hot creep on his own cheeks. He caught the festering smell of Bud Light on the boy's breath.
"You want me to do it, then fine." Leaning forward he kissed Levi. Delicate and virginal. Levi could taste his innocence. It made him greedy.
"So there is a little bite in you, eh?" Levi put a hand behind the boy's head, pulling him back in for another round. This time it was Levi who took control, using his lips to coax the boy's mouth open, tasting his shy tongue. The boy broke the kiss, his face red. He was reeking now.
"Shit, I—"
"Come with me." Levi took his hand and lead him to the back by the bathrooms. He pushed his companion to the wall and quickly closed the space between them. His lips came to the soft place just beneath the boy's ear. "You smell delicious."
"Then show me... how you want to be kissed."
Without hesitation, Levi slid his knee up between the boy's legs, balancing him there. His lips closed on the boy's again and Levi felt him relaxing into the support. Curious hands began to touch Levi's chest, albeit bluntly. It was clear this kid didn't know what he was doing so he was at mercy to the experience.
"Here," Levi kissed him again, this time in the valley of his collarbone. The boy moaned, arching his back into Levi.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes... M-More... Please..."
"As you wish." Levi licked from the boy's collarbone back up to his ear. His hands were busy traveling down his lower back to settle in the rear pockets of the boy's jeans, feeling everything he could get his hands on. The boy was holding Levi close, claiming fist fulls of his suit jacket.
"Take off my tie." Levi said. Obediently, the boy released his jacket. With trembling fingers he began untying the windsor knot. He didn't stop there, releasing one, two, then three more of Levi's shirt buttons.
"Slow down." Levi hoisted the boy higher on his knee, feeling a hardness against his leg. "We have to be at least a little subtle."
A hungry moan was all he got. The boy leaned forward, kissing Levi's neck just the way his had been. Levi sighed, turning his face so he could smell the boy's hair as he was kissed. "Yes," Levi said. "Just like that."
One of Levi's hands stroked the back of the boy's neck. The other found the button of the boy's jeans, unfastening it.
Suddenly, the boy's hands planted on Levi's chest and he began pushing. All of a sudden he was gasping against against Levi's chest. "Wait!" he huffed. "Wait! Stop!"
Levi groaned, backing away so that the boy was now standing on his own. "What?"
"Wait—I'm sorry, but I—I don't have a condom and I—I can't risk—"
Levi wanted to be angry. Inside he felt cold and hard, his own body aching from the power of the boy's smell. Yet, against the wall, the boy look small. His eyes were wide and cold with fear. This wasn't just a request to stop, but a plea for help.
"I'm sorry, I thought we would just kiss and—I don't know, it felt good but I can't—"
"Stop." Levi said. "Just stop talking. I understand."
"You don't look happy..."
"You gave me blue balls. Why would I be?"
The boy look at the floor, still blushing. "I'm sorry. I drank too much, didn't I?"
For a moment or three Levi let him think about it. From the beginning he knew the kid was young, college at best, but hadn't expected that his advances would be driven by alcohol only to dissipate once he sobered up. That was something that hurt.
"I'll call you a ride. What's your address?"
"4335 Trost Street."
"Something about that sounded familiar. "It's on it's way." Levi said, putting his phone back into his pocket. He was about to turn when he heard the boy speak again.
"Wait, Levi..."
"What?"
"Can you... can you wait with me?" When Levi looked at him, he seemed small. "I don't have anyone else right now." While Levi had ordered him a ride, the boy had sunk to the floor and was holding his knees to his chest. "I know you must hate me right now but—"
"Shut up, brat." Levi leaned against the wall. "Just don't talk anymore. You'll feel better in the morning."
Levi's head was screaming. He hadn't really been watching how much he was drinking the night before. All of his attention had been focused on that omega kid. Now that Levi was sober, he felt rather foolish about it all. Buying drinks for a guy that would rather talk about his childhood than try to form a legitimate connection? Poor choices propagated ever poorer ones. Somehow the night had ended with tears, pain, and absolutely no sex. With a sigh, Levi rubbed his temples. The headache was getting worse.
"In three hundred feet," the phone in his passenger seat spoke with a robotic cadence. "your destination is on the left."
The houses on this street were as manicured as the nails of the trophy wives who lived in them. Large SUVs in a variety of colors decorated the cement driveways and exotic plants that were obviously not native to this area bloomed in their gardens. You somehow just knew they all had marble counter tops.
"Here it is," Levi pulled into the driveway behind a white Range Rover.
"You have arrived," The phone said. "at 4335 Trost Street."
Levi took the phone and tucked it into the pocket of his trousers before walking to the door and ringing the bell.
A man wearing spectacles and hair well past his shoulders opened the door. Just like Levi, he wore a pressed suit and a cologne that smelled like money.
"Are you Grisha Jeager?" Levi asked.
"Yes," he opened the door a little wider. "Are you—"
Before he could finish, Levi offered a piece of paper the size and thickness of a business card. Grisha took it, held it up to the light before handing it back. "Please," he gestured. "Come in."
Levi followed Grisha through the grand entry where a crystal chandelier hung. Despite the morning light coming in through the two-story window on the far wall, the chandelier was lit, illuminating the hall and all of the gargantuan paintings within it.
"Please," Grisha motioned. "Follow me to the kitchen." Levi did as he was told. Sitting on the marble counter tops were two empty mugs. Grisha proceeded to fill each with coffee before passing one to Levi who didn't take it.
"You'll have to excuse me." Grisha said. "I wanted you to meet Eren when you arrived, but he woke up not feeling quite well. He should be down later. In any case, did you bring the documents?"
"Yes," Levi replied, producing a thick envelope. "Everything is here. But you said you had another request for me."
Grisha nodded. "I do, I do." He took the envelope, opened it and began rifling through. When he was satisfied, he opened a drawer and tucked the documents away.
Levi had been quiet the entire time, staring at Grisha.
"So," Grisha said. "I'm sure it's no surprise to you if I say that omegas are extremely valuable in a time like this."
Levi blinked.
"Your presence here is sworn to secrecy, so I can tell you, my son is one of them."
For a moment, Levi could taste last night. Feel the heat of that boy—that omega—tempting him. Levi cleared his throat and crossed his legs. "And?"
"I can't have anyone know this. If the laws change as may be inevitable, they could take Eren from me. Do you understand?"
Levi nodded quietly.
"I need you to keep his identity a secret and protect him."
"How do you intend I hide the obvious signs of status?" Levi asked.
"I have a solution for that. We, ah—here he is!" Grisha gestured to the refrigerator, which had been opened quietly during their conversation. "Eren, I want you to meet Levi Ackerman. He will be assisting you and I from now on." A young boy turned to face Levi, a piece of butterless toast hanging from his mouth by one corner.
Levi felt his stomach churn as he stared at the purple bruise nestled just under Eren's ear lobe, knowing the mark was from his teeth. The way Eren stared at him, Levi knew the recognition was mutual. He finally understood why the address had seemed so familiar last night.
Stiffly, Eren offered his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Ackerman."
A/N: First omegaverse story. But I knew from the moment I watched SnK I wanted to ship Eren and Levi, hehehe... Anyway, thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! Now I have to do homework. T.T