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Ever since his parents’ death, Eren had been all alone. His friends and their parents had tried to take him in, but Eren declined every time. He wanted to be alone — or he was just meant to be alone, apparently. That’s why his parents were taken away from him. Eren didn’t know how to explain it without sounding like a disillusioned brat, but their death was so sudden, it didn’t feel fair.

Eren sat at the top of the stairs that led down to the basement door, his elbows on his knees and jaw situated on top of his knuckles. It was exactly times like these that he could hear his mother chiding him, as clear as day, in his head. 

“The basement has Daddy’s private things in there. Eren, do you hear me?” Carla held her finger up in a chastising way. Eren nodded even though he felt like crying. “You will be a very bad little boy if you go into Daddy’s basement. Okay?”

Sighing, Eren’s jaw slipped from where it was resting on his closed fist. He stood up, still at the top stair, and allowed his body to pull him in towards the door at the base. There was no way he could get in, he didn’t even have the key. 

I don’t have anything. What a surprise, he dejectedly thought to himself.

What was he even supposed to do? Eren supposed just touching the doorknob might make him feel a tiny bit better. He would be so happy if he could just take a peek inside. It would be so nice to have an opportunity to just feel slightly closer to his father after all this time. 

When he extended his arm to touch the metal of the door handle, an extraordinary event occurred. The door seemed to open on its own to meet his hand half way. It was by a matter of millimeters, and he could argue with himself that it was just an odd gust of air, but still, Eren watched it happen. 

That was so strange, he almost said out loud, what the heck?  

A cool breeze escaped past the slightly opened door; it was so heavy that it felt like smack right across the face. Eren gasped in surprise. Someone, please tell him an invisible hand didn’t just assault him. Blinking his eyes, Eren widened them, because his little ‘peek’ into the office was fruitless. It was pitch black, spooky, and touching the metal knob again made a shiver go down his spine. 

His mother’s words reminded him of something he already knew. “You will be a very bad little boy if you go into Daddy’s basement. Okay?”

But when had Eren not been a bad boy? He’d been told so his entire life. It’s not like his parents could let him know yet again from beyond the grave.

That was all the permission he needed to move forward with pulling the door handle and opening the door further. Eren felt his entire body shiver from the sudden burst of chilly air. 

The smell. Eren recognized that his father’s office shouldn’t smell like this. It smelled… good? Somehow? Like an enchanting cologne that Eren had never smelled before, like an exotic scent that his father had brought home after traveling in the past, yet he instantly knew was going to be his favourite. His town didn’t get many chances to breath in heavenly scents, so Eren savoured it.

Then it deepened. What he smelled was… engulfing. Enveloping. Overwhelming. Satiating. 

Once he set a single foot in the unexplored space, Eren quickly found the outline of a desk holding an upright candlestick. Eren always carries matches on him, so he dug into his pocket to retrieve the set. He was made fun of for it constantly, but he couldn’t help how fascinated he was with fire. Eren pulled one out and struck it, instantly bringing light to the room, even by a minimal amount.

Just as the candle caught flame, a book fell from the highest bookshelf on its own. Eren moderately jumped, darting his eyes around to notice that the room was nearly entirely lined with bookshelves, jam packed with elegantly bound books. Eren returned his attention to the book that had landed on the floor a meter away from his feet. He narrowed his eyes when he realized it had fallen unnaturally directly onto its spine and remained in that position for an extra split second. Then it split open, landing on a presumably random page.

Eren was bewildered. He didn’t make that happen. Was someone else in there with him?

He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut tight for just a moment, then opened them again to see the book settled in place right where it had been this whole time. Eren grew hot with fear and concern, and the realization that it was one of those times where he needed to remove himself as soon as possible. Something wasn’t right. 

Just as he turned to leave, a thought occurred to him:

What if his father did that, just now. What if his father was trying to communicate with him?

His heart thudded in his chest, making Eren feel breathless for a few seconds. “Father?” the teen ventured out. It was a long shot, he knew that, and obviously he heard nothing in response. The room was so silent, Eren thought he could hear ringing in his ears. 

Eren felt more at ease, like there was some kind of presence resembling his father drawing him in. If it was, maybe his father wanted to spend time together. Eren’s eyes grew wet and his chills disappeared, and he made up his mind that he would approach the book on the floor. There was still a touch of reluctance to his movements; he remained cautious of his surroundings, but nothing immediately seemed out of order. 

His eyes landed on the innocuous book once again. Eren brought the candle with him as he slipped onto his knees to get a closer look. 

“D—dad?” he whispered again, hopefulness in his tone. He swallowed after hearing nothing in response for another minute. He moaned uncomfortably, wishing whoever was there would make themselves known already. Some time had passed, the dead silence growing insufferable. At Eren’s side, the lit candle was still burning, flickering as it should.

This book was written in a language he… couldn’t decipher. Eren simply couldn’t read it, nor could he remember whether his father was multilingual.

The cologne scent seemed to be getting stronger, to an almost dizzying extent. Eren tried to blink out of the daze that was overcoming him — perhaps he’d gotten a headache from trying to read the unintelligible language — but it was getting difficult. The smell was so nice, so intoxicating, like he could curl up on the cold floor and take a nap right then and there. The last part of Eren’s working brain told him he needed to leave. Now. 

Whatever was conjuring this scent was not Eren’s father.

Trying to stand up on his own proved to be a difficult task. He was lightheaded and wobbly, falling back down nearly immediately, so Eren flung his hand out in an attempt to catch himself on anything. His heart thudded in his chest when he felt for a millisecond that he caught something, but it wasn’t solid, it was sharp.

Eren cried out when he sliced his hand on something, which created a smarting pain across the four fingers above his palm. He wanted to curse, but he was far too dizzy, in pain, and scared. It was quickly becoming more and more clear that entering this space was a mistake. Eren understood now that he should have listened to his mother, even if both his parents were gone. Why hadn’t he trusted them? Why did Eren think it would be okay to disobey them, even after their untimely demise? 

Eren crashed down onto his knees with a yelp. An unknown force pushed his arm so that his bleeding hand landed splat in the middle of the open page. A small, upset moan escaped Eren’s lips at the feeling of being jerked around. When he looked down at the book, he realized it had somehow changed from before. There was a circular symbol with pointy edges protruding from underneath his hand. What were—

The candle blew out, and every single hair on Eren’s body stood on end. He was so terrified, he wanted to scream. Something told him not to — more like, someone verbally whispered into his ear to not go through with it. The voice was uncomfortably eerie, so Eren squeezed his eyes shut tight instead, tensing all of his muscles in preparation for whatever was to come next.

Eren decided to count down from three before opening them, again, only to see an astonishing change in scenery. He was no longer in his father’s basement study. Eren’s eyes opened wide, and he glanced around in awe to take in his new surroundings. 

He didn’t physically feel any different — he was still on his knees and wearing the same clothes — but he was now sitting on an ornately crafted rug atop a crimson and white tiled floor. The book was no longer under his palm, it was simply his hand touching the cool flooring. That wasn’t even the strangest part.

Looking around, Eren didn’t actually see… walls. That was a disorienting realization. Surrounding his place on the rug and pristinely clean tiles was just… blackness. Simply nothing. Eren existed on a small island of flooring and — he looked up — a single green door. That must be the exit. Even if this was some kind of weird dream, that would probably lead him back to the waking world?

It was worth a shot. 

He stood up on weak legs to make his way towards the door. The same exact odd thing happened again, though. When Eren approached the door, it seemed to crack open and meet him when he was just a centimeter from grasping it, as if whoever it was on the other side was eagerly awaiting him. 

Eren gulped when he realized this would not be the exit; someone was definitely awaiting him.

The room he walked into was another study. The one in his father’s basement, just from the low lighting he could tell, was vastly different. It paled in comparison to the room he was in now. There were a number of vibrant colours — reds, blues, greens — with extravagant paintings, bookcases, and oil lamps lining the walls. Eren had stepped foot onto a plush, ornate rug, covering nearly the entire hardwood flooring beneath it. The desk was incredibly grand with a number of books, folders, inkwells and feathers, which suggested to Eren that the owner of this study was very important, and working on a number of concurrent projects.

Then he noticed the man nearly hidden by all the products on the wooden desk, because Eren heard the clicking of a tongue in a tsk, tsk way, with a firm voice that penetrated the barrier between the two of them. “What’s this?”

Eren’s breath caught in his throat when he heard it — the sound triggered all of his hairs to stand on end again, as well as lock up all the muscles in his body in a similar fashion to earlier. That voice, it was so… terrifying.

A sharp, black clawed hand appeared from the edge of a stack of books, slowly closing around them, then forcing them to the side in a painstakingly slow motion. The person was about to identify himself to Eren, though to be honest, he would have rather shit his pants and run than stick around, but his body felt broken. 

The stack of books moved an inch or two out of the way, just enough for a pale sliver of a face, single gleaming silver eye, and parted black bangs to become visible. Long shadows were cast down the creature’s face from the lighting angle; Eren couldn’t tell if this person’s face was the most beautiful or the most terrifying he’d ever seen, be he was confident the sight before him in total was far too overwhelming.

Eren screamed. It took all of the energy he had, so he fell to his knees a second later, curling up into a small ball as a means to hide himself from his fears. It did absolutely nothing, because he could still feel the man’s stare piercing through Eren’s shoulder blades and into the depths of his soul. It oddly did feel like he was being penetrated and sucked of all his energy, but Eren could do nothing about it.

“Hushhhh.” The voice sounded like a snake’s, slithering from the man’s pale lips that felt like inches away from his ear. “What a child.”

Eren tilted his neck upwards so that he could glare at the man and shout something as a retort, but his mouth clamped shut and he couldn’t seem to move his lips. He moaned into his closed mouth as an attempt to make noise, but it came out sounding more erotic than he would have preferred. 

“That’s more like it,” the voice spoke again. Eren locked eyes with that single eye once again, and he wished he hadn’t, because it was terrifying him. The claws proceeded to tap impatiently at the stack of books while they maintained eye contact, acting as a mesmerizing metronome.

Eren whined this time, his eyebrows knitting together and concern overwhelming his features. He just wanted all this to end and to go back home. To Armin’s, to Jean’s, to anyone’s . He didn’t want to be in this suffocating room with this petrifying stranger any longer. 

The head tilted to the side, finally displaying the second eye, and the other half of the man’s face. Eren couldn’t gasp if he wanted to, but he’d been correct to presume that this eerie man had the most beautiful face he’d ever seen. His skin seemed so pale, but Eren supposed the fact that they were in a dark room illuminated by weak oil lamps and the shining of the massive moon apparent in the window behind the man.

A small pink tongue slinked past the man’s pale lips, going straight for his sharp canine to play with it. Eren found himself wondering distantly what the man’s tongue tasted like, but tried to shake that thought out of his head. It would be easier if he had control of himself, and didn’t move so sluggishly as if he were in some kind of dream experience— 

Oh. Oh. That’s what was going on, wasn’t it? Eren was dreaming.

“This isn’t a dream, Eren.”

The man’s eyes were focused on the creepy claws of his fingers. While the majority of his skin was alabaster white, there was a stark transition between his hand and the charcoal coloured tips of his sharp claws, as if he’d dipped them into a pail of some onyx liquid. 

“Are you going to come greet me, or are you too shy?”

What the heck was that supposed to mean? Wait, had he used Eren’s name just now? Why was his brain moving so slowly? Flicking his eyes up to the man, Eren immediately took in how passionate he looked. Or maybe a better way to describe the look was hungry.

The mysterious man sighed and stood up, frightening Eren, and causing him to spiral into a panic. He could barely move his lethargic body, though he still tried his best. Scrambling, Eren lost his balance and fell on his side, which at least was in the opposite direction of where the man was approaching. The brunet boy placed his hands on the rug below him and tried to crawl, but he was too entranced to move very far. 

Eren whined again, wanting to maintain the appropriate amount of space between the two of them, but the mysterious man was approaching rapidly. Heart pounding in his chest, all Eren could do was watch as he stooped to a crouch to get an up close look at him. It happened too fast, and Eren was terrified, so he shut his eyes and tried to hide his face to avoid the eerie man eating it off of him.

Cool breath washed over his ear, as if the man was blowing on him, or teasing Eren to open his eyes. “I’m tired of being the only one to speak, so please, let me hear more of that pretty voice,” the man requested, “Eren.”

The brunet boy’s lips parted suddenly, and he was finally able to gasp again. He didn’t mean to be so alarmed, but his eyes opened wide as he turned his head to gaze in bewilderment at the strange man who apparently… knew his name. Only, he really wished he hadn’t. 

The man was disturbingly close to Eren’s face. His narrowed eyes were somehow wider now, as if he were intentionally absorbing all of the boy’s appearance, his slicked back hair was falling out of place just slightly, as if he’d been awake for far too long this evening, and the scent. It was the scent Eren had smelled earlier. It tickled the inside of his nose, like he was about to sneeze, yet it filled him with such warmth. 

“Aahn,” Eren whined just slightly at the feeling enveloping him. He was starting to feel hot. He knew he was nervous, but was this man somehow capable of increasing the heat of the room? How was that possible — he hadn’t noticed a fireplace. Perhaps it was their sudden proximity that was making Eren anxious, and therefore sweaty. It had to be.

“What pretty lips you have, as well,” the man noted, his gaze locked onto Eren’s mouth that was slightly parted — which he closed immediately — only to shift to the boy’s big green eyes. The man inhaled sharply, as if only noticing the big seafoam green orbs situated in Eren’s skull. They had to look terrified, like prey’s about to be devoured by a predator. “What pretty eyes,” the man breathed next, in by far the deepest, most ravenous voice. 

Eren gulped. He’d heard fairy tales like this before. Strange, evil creatures who wanted to devour little boys whole. Or, his mother had told them to him, anyway. And they certainly worked to get Eren to complete his chores, or go to bed on time. As he grew older into the second half of his teen years, Eren had started to grow out of those fears, but they were instantly reinstated when he saw how hungrily the man stared into his eyes. 

Something cold scraped along Eren’s cheek. He could only minutely jolt from his position to lean away from it. He was in a rather precarious position, resting all of his weight on his hip, thigh, and forearm so that he could be as far aways as possible. The scraping came again, and Eren realized it was a single claw.

He tried not to scream again as one or two traced Eren’s jawline, then moved to brush some of his long bangs off his face. The man watched his claws as they glided over Eren’s skin, completely entranced by the show he put on for himself. He stroked a claw over Eren’s cheekbone once, twice, and then a third time, although this time, he applied pressure to it, piercing and slicing the skin open. 

Eren sucked in a harsh breath of air as he felt the skin on his face rip, and a harsh heat form there instead. Even scarier than getting hurt was watching how the man’s eyes lit up at the sight. Eren prepared to scream when the man leaned in closer, but upon hearing another soothing, “husssssh,” he closed his lips and allowed this black haired man to press his lips to his cheek, as well as lick a long stripe aligned with the cut he had just created. 

The brunet boy silently shut one eye as he felt his skin hiss and seemingly repair itself, like a magic sewing kit had materialized and closed his cut up, then opened it to notice the man had retreated just slightly. Eren identified what appeared to be steam emanating right in front of his left eye. 

“You heal nicely.”

Eren had no concept of what he was talking about. After witnessing that, Eren felt dazed, recognizing that he was very clearly still dreaming. There was no other way around it.

“Such a pretty, tasty boy you are,” the way the man spoke reminded Eren of thick, sweet honey, “impossible to share.”

“No…” was all Eren could manage.

The man’s face wrinkled into an amused disapproving expression. “No?”

Eren’s lips parted. Why was it so hard to put his thoughts into words? This was weird, illogical, uncomfortable, and most of all, scary.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” the man teased. He damn well knew Eren was having trouble, yet he mocked him. 

“I—I,” Eren started, his face flushing with humiliation. He what? Why didn’t he know?

“You…” the man taunted. “How am I supposed to help if you’re unable to communicate with me?”

Eren glared. “You… did something,” this was progress, “to me.”

“Tell me more.” The man was patronizing him, Eren knew that confidently.

“I’m…” Eren paused when he realized how this was about to sound. “Weak.”

“Weak? Are you uncomfortable?” the creature-like man asked next. “Why don’t I start there?” The man reached forward with a clawed finger to touch the fabric of Eren’s long sleeve shirt and it—

It vanished. The entire thing was, no joke, suddenly totally absent from existence; Eren was splayed out in the same exact place, only now he was shirtless. “H—hey!” he cried in alarm. In spite of the loss of clothing, he hardly felt any cooler. It was at least clear that the heat wasn’t coming from the environment, but from his own body. At least he knew now that this must be a fever dream.

So when the man reached forward to tap on his pants next, he hardly squirmed when they vanished as well. The heat intensified to an extent that was beginning to hurt, but Eren chastised himself to remember that this was just a dream. He was at that age where the perverted thoughts had been coming to him, so what made his dream world any different? Eren was just surprised it was a man and not a woman as his object of interest.

The silver eyed man laughed. “You’re still under the impression that this isn’t ‘real’, right?” Eren actually kind of liked the playfulness in his voice just then, but he would never admit it. “That’s cute.” His smile made Eren keep quiet, yet maintain his blush. “You’re cute.”

Eren realized he had better control of his limbs now, so he pushed himself up into a better sitting position and covered himself with one hand. Eyes raked over his entire body as he did so, which made him feel a little bit like one of his father’s lab experiments. It was no use fighting the hot flush that spread like wildfire over his cheeks. “Give me something to wear.” His length was hardening from the attention and he would need to regain at least a touch of modesty if he were to stay in this dream world any longer. It was already teetering on nightmare territory, so Eren was ready to play along now.

A clawed hand pressed against the rug, slowly lifting to reveal a small plush pillow right before Eren’s eyes. It supported a soft pink silk material, which Eren eyed, noting how unique the fabric was. If it was what he thought it was, then it was a rare material nearly no one in his village could get their hands on, and something that certainly wouldn’t be offered to a male. Eren tilted his disbelieving glare up to the amused man. Eren glanced back down and lifted the fabric by a string. It was essentially a loincloth.

“This—this is indecent!” he sputtered. Would there be an extent to his utter humiliation? Was he really meant to wear this?

“I’m being far more generous with you than I have with anyone in the past,” the eerie man replied with the cock of an eyebrow, making Eren even angrier.

“You do perverted things like this with everyone?!” he demanded, his heart pummeling in his chest. Was that jealousy he just heard in his own voice? Eren definitely noticed it, but desperately hoped the older man did not. If he did, he didn’t react strongly to it.

“I serve those who enter my domain the punishment that suits their crimes,” the man who was starting to seem more like the devil explained casually. When Eren’s own brows knitted together in confusion, trying to comprehend what he was hearing, he continued. “Don’t worry, you haven’t committed any punishable crimes. Yet.”

“Then—then why am I here?” Eren demanded. He remembered to affix the tiny, apron-like silk material at his thin waist to cover himself. He was devastated to find out just how little it actually covered. It was, in fact, pretty… Yet seemed like something he would see on a female, not on himself. 

“Because look at yourself.”

Eren didn’t need to look down. He turned to the side and blushed heavily, trying his best to hide his pout. Eren didn’t normally pout, so this was strange behaviour.

“You are so precious,” the man declared, tilting his head in an inquisitive way again, “you’re going to make such a perfect pet.” He flushed less demurely, this time with heavy humiliation when he remembered how feminine he must look.

“Pet!?” Eren demanded, thankful that his lungs and voice were working now. He felt like he had been trudging through some kind of swampy haze for the past five or so minutes, but now his functions were going back to normal, back to acting like a normal human being again. “Why did I struggle so much to move just now?!”

As if he was being pulled by invisible strings, Eren watched the man stand to his feet and return to his seat behind the messy desk. One by one, books levitated from the desktop into the air, floating for a moment before they seemed to return to their rightful places in the bookshelves. Other objects also moved around spontaneously to organize themselves, organizing the desk and making it easier for Eren to see the man’s amused face.

“Your body needed time to adjust to the new domain, or plane of existence, you’re currently in. Of course it would be difficult to adjust in a timely manner,” the man replied matter-of-factly, surprising Eren by his articular nature. Wait, what? “Do you know where you are right now?” The man’s lips were beginning to curl up at the edges to display an incredibly handsome yet devilish smile. Eren could hardly respond, because for some reason, he wanted to continue watching the man’s face develop into amusement. 

“N—no…” 

The man’s smile deflated into a softer smirk. “Good, we’ll keep it that way.”

“Wait!” Eren cried. “What? That’s not—”

“Fair?” the man finished for him. “I get to decide here what’s fair, and what’s not, Eren.” 

There it was again, his name. Eren felt shocked that it seemed like… like he’d nearly forgotten it? Tuning back into his strange environment, Eren looked at the pleased man. “How do you know my name…?” he asked in a small voice. The brunet boy numbly looked down, trying to comprehend what he’d just heard. It took some time, but when he looked up, he watched the last of the items previously on the desk going into their rightful places, as well as the gorgeous, evil man’s breathtaking expression. 

“Come here,” the man motioned for Eren to sit on his lap, “and I’ll tell you.”

That seemed like the last thing Eren should do, yet he found himself highly considering it. Wait, what? “No,” Eren replied firmly. 

The man didn’t seem above threatening him. “It’s your call. I can send you back to purgatory if you’d like.”

Eren’s eyes widened. He didn’t know where that was, but the threat pissed him off. “Why should I, pervert!?” 

“You have nothing to go back to your world for. No surviving family, no education, no finances,” the man rattled off, then glanced up with a devilish look in his eyes to meet a humiliated Eren, “shall I go on?”

Tears pricked at the corners of Eren’s eyes. It was absolutely true. This man spoke no lies. Eren did… have nothing. Nothing to go back to, from wherever he was now, apparently.

“But if you come here,” the man was strongly insinuating Eren should rest his effectively bare bottom on his lap, “I can offer you whatever you’d like.”

Eren’s heart thudded in his chest. He hated the feeling of childish hope he experienced so suddenly. This must be a trick. “You… can?”

“Why don’t you try it out?” 

It was worth a shot… Eren could appreciate that much. He found himself standing, though eyeing the man wearily before he took his first step forward. His toes felt the threads of the rug for what could possibly be the last time — he was fairly concerned the man still might eat him — but this might be worth it. If he could bring his parents back, it would all be worth it. Eren wholeheartedly believed that.

“Yes,” the man hissed, a note of happiness in his voice. Eren was already standing by his side in nothing but a tiny apron providing the least amount of modesty possible that allowed him to pass for being ‘dressed’. He kept his hands on the front and back of his supposed modesty material before he took his time gingerly sitting down on the man’s lap. It was so utterly humiliating how the act of sitting was getting him excited, so Eren kept his hand covering his front. This strange man’s lap was incredibly warm and, dare he say, comfortable. Eren thought he might melt. He felt a strange pull to lean into the man and become enveloped by the man’s arms, inhale more of that intoxicating scent of his, and become one— 

Something was coming over Eren again, and he caught himself just at the right moment before he fell prey to one of the man’s numerous tricks once again. His body felt hot all over, in spite of not wearing much clothing at all, and what was worse was his hardening dick under the silk. He hated to admit this, but if Eren was honest with himself, a part of him was enjoying this.

There was absolutely no way he could let this man know that. 

The man’s claws were at his back at once, gently scraping somewhat soothing lines down the flesh of his arms, shoulders, and spine. It was so eerie, yet surprisingly nice. It reminded Eren of when his mother used to scratch his back when he was younger, when she was still with him, and that made him sober up to his current environment. 

With a determined look in his eyes, Eren firmly said, “Give me back my parents.” 

Eren wasn’t sure what powers this man possessed, but from what he’d seen so far this evening, he knew there was at least a possibility that he could see his parents just once again. 

“Or I’m leaving.”

The man’s lips formed an impish smile, then broke apart to burst out laughing. Eren was stupefied, sitting on the man’s convulsing lap. “Is that what you think is going to happen?” he asked, the smile in his voice. Eren felt humiliated, totally, utterly humiliated, yet chose to say nothing. He would stand his ground. “I suppose not all little pets can be intelligent.”

The boy’s jaw dropped. “You said — you said you could give me whatever I want!” Eren cried, growing furious. 

The man condescendingly laughed again. Eren couldn’t remember the last time he was bullied like this, and in all honesty, it made him want to cry out of frustration. He was not known for tears, but already twice in under ten minutes this man had nearly forced him to that point. “Why?”

Eren tried to hold back his tears in order to more effectively glare at the man.

“Why would I do that? You haven’t given me anything I want yet,” the man said smoothly. Eren was fearful of the man’s usage of the word ‘yet’. What did that mean; did he think Eren would eventually just give in?

No. He wouldn’t. “And I never will!”

For some reason, the man looked pleased by that response. The younger boy tried not to become too transfixed on how alluring the god-like man was. It wasn’t like him to find men attractive in the first place, yet here he was. “We’ll see about that.”

Eren sucked in a deep breath, trying to get his emotions in order. “Tell me how you know my name,” he pried instead, a pout forming on his lips to steel himself from crying.

“I know everything about you, Eren Jaeger.” The man had a knowing grin on his lips. Jaeger, right. How could I forget? “Don’t you ever wonder why Grisha or Carla forbade you from going into the basement?”

Grisha, Carla… Mom and Dad. “How did you—how do you know about…” Eren was stumbling over himself in an embarrassing way. 

“The basement?” the man responded, almost like he was speaking to a kindergartener. It was condescending. “I created it for him.”

Created…? Eren didn’t know where to start. 

“Your father made a deal with me a number of years ago,” the man began to explain, and Eren felt himself lean in to listen to him speak more. He had a wonderful voice, not that he needed to know that. “He wasn’t the best doctor when he started out, and he’d run into a wall when he found he didn’t have the means to treat the town’s plague. Coming from a more medically advanced civilization prior, he was already vaccinated, but the villagers dropped like flies.” The man paused to grin, and Eren felt himself shrink away this time. He was impressed by how intelligent the man sounded, and how compelling the story was; he’d never heard it before. “Your mother included.”

“What!” Eren cried out. He wanted to cover his face when he realized how much of a child he sounded like just now, but he couldn’t give up on his modesty yet.

“We struck up a deal. I created his laboratory study beneath his house. I provided him with the chemicals to produce a suitable cure, and he gave me… a few things in return.”

“How… did you… have those things?” Eren asked carefully. He was lost, but he wasn’t simple. There was something extremely fishy going on. 

“Ever wondered why no other home in Shiganshina had a cellar, Eren?” the man asked quizzically with a smirk. He ignored Eren’s question blatantly. “Or why you weren’t allowed in there?” He appeared to barely be able to contain his smile. “I designed the deal to include traps your father fell easily into over time. One being that if anyone found out about it, they would die along with him. No surprise, your mother found out and was punished alongside her husband, and you… They were smart enough to keep you out of it. Although, I supposed I planned on just taking you, unprovoked. You were my gift.”

This was so much information. “So my mother was… collateral damage?”

“Precisely.” He was totally unfazed by the grimness of the situation. “It’s a shame it took so long after your parents ate it for you to snap out of that shitty indoctrination they enforced on you. It was obnoxiously difficult trying to compel you to come down to the basement.” The man tsked. “You made me wait a very long time, Eren.”

Eren had so much to consider, but first, the most pressing question he had was, “So when this… deal was formed, I wasn’t even alive?”

The man had a glint in his eye that signaled he was impressed with Eren’s comprehension. “Your father asked for quite a lot to help out your village. The more I gave, the more I asked for in return. When I saw you,” the man paused and touched Eren’s chin with a sharp black claw, “I told him he could have whatever he wanted so long as I got you.” 

Eren’s breath got caught in his throat. “My dad did… what?” Did his father sell him to this man? Was Eren… property?

“Left you all to me.”

Eren’s silence apparently amused the older man, because he smiled. 

“I told him I would take good care of you, and I plan to do that.” Eren didn’t want to ask what this man’s definition of ‘good care’ was, so he stayed silent. “He put up a fuss, but his career was clearly very important, poor thing.”

“Dad… traded me…?” Eren couldn’t move forward from this new understanding of his. Dad traded me. Dad traded… me.

“I lived vicariously through your father, I watched you grow, laugh, cry, even take shits.” The man looked rather pleased with himself. “You have always been so perfect. I couldn’t wait until I got you to myself.” He was seeming to thoroughly enjoy Eren’s mortification with the situation. “My favourite part was being called ‘Daddy’ by you. It took so much to not kill Grisha early just so I could hear you say it to me in person,” the older man taunted, causing Eren to grit his teeth.

Eren felt nothing but contempt for this man. He understood the disgust as the force driving him to ask, “What is… your name?” amongst the catastrophe that was overwhelming him. 

“I am Levi,” he replied with the tilt of his head. “Your alpha, your king.” 

“Fuck you, Levi,” Eren replied on instinct. He didn’t curse people as easily as he just had, so it meant a lot to him. He had to remind himself not to feel bad, because this man deserved it.

Levi scoffed, his expression full of humour. “You’re finally speaking in my tongue, brat,” he said with a chuckle, though his eyes were full of want.

Eren’s confidence faltered when he thought further about what he had just been told. “King? Al… alpha?” Eren had never heard that second word before. 

“So precious,” Levi cooed, putting down his intelligence once again. “My precious little omega. All mine.” A claw was tracing his cheekbone again, dangerously close to his eyeball.

“I don’t know what that is either!” Eren cried, leaning away from the man who merely moved closer at the same rate. 

“Want to?”

Levi pressed his cold, clawed hand against Eren’s bare belly, and instantly, Eren’s sunkissed skin began to glow under his palm. His insides grew hot, and on instinct, Eren screamed in fear. It was only seconds later that he realized it was painful, too. He latched onto the monstrous man’s shoulder and squeezed, but it was futile. When Eren looked into the man’s eyes, he saw they were gleaming crimson red, enraptured in his process. 

“No!” Eren screamed, clawing at Levi’s arms shoulders. It hurt so bad. “Stop! Please!” Amongst his pleas, Eren began to feel things… change within him. It felt like his guts and innards were moving around, being rearranged, making room for something new that was hot and heavy like a lump within him. “Please!”

“Don’t worry, omega. It will be over soon,” Levi spoke in an encouraging voice, although he was still focused locally on the boy’s belly. Eren had broken out into a sweat, rapidly growing concerned that he might pass out from the pain. Levi continued to speak in spite of the fact that Eren was screaming in pain, “And I think you’ll find the changes very pleasurable.”

Eren had no concept of how long this surprise procedure would last, when it occurred to him that it was very possible Levi was trying to kill him as well right now. No!

But then at once, it all ended. 

Eren panted as he leaned back against the desk to support himself, sweat dripping profusely down his body. He didn’t know how much time passed while he attempted to regain his bearings. “What… oh my god,” he gulped in spite of his dry mouth, “did you do to me?”

“I summoned your Omega,” Levi explained casually, as if it wasn’t some sort of concept that Eren had no understanding of. 

“I don’t know what fucking Omega is!” Eren seethed, realizing once again that he was barely capable of moving his aching arms and legs as a means to get away. He felt the edge of the desk hard against his back, and one leg had splayed open, his foot resting on Levi’s thigh to provide a perfect view of his most private parts. But he could hardly cover himself if he tried.

“I’d like to see you act less like a feral dog and more like an omega bitch, if you don’t mind.”

Levi touched a claw to Eren’s flushed bare thigh, which tore a scream out of the boy. The simple touch was somehow… so pleasurable. 

This created an interesting reaction from the man currently supporting the boy hosted on his lap. Levi retracted his hand as if he’d touched a hot cast iron pan on the stove, then clicked his tongue in a tsking manner. “I’m so sorry,” he apologized, making Eren feel totally lost. Through hazy eyes and desperate panting, Eren watched in real time as the claws of Levi’s hands retracted until the tips of his fingers were visible again — the claws apparently returning to their state of long black nails. “I’d hate to unintentionally hurt you, omega,” Levi spoke in a more hushed tone now. 

Eren was overcome with heat, sweat, and an increasingly salivating mouth. He felt he might become one with the desk behind him soon enough, as one big puddle of sweat. His mindset was lethargic, reminding him of how he’d felt earlier upon entering this space. 

“Beautiful, perfect Omega. Do you feel the womb inside of you?” Levi’s hand was at Eren’s lower belly again, touching him there tenderly.

Eren knew enough about anatomy to know that a womb shouldn’t belong to him. “I’m a… boy!” he sobbed, unable to see currently, he was so overcome with lust. Lust for this strange man. 

Levi was doing better than Eren at keeping it together. “Let’s take a look then, shall we?” he asked in a taunting tone. He reached between the two of them and delicately grasped the edge of the soft silk loincloth to lift it. Eren wanted to be embarrassed, he really did, but he couldn’t deny how good it felt to feel cool air on his flushed erection. His leg that had been propped up on Levi’s thigh had dropped to the other side of his lap, leaving his erection on total display. Eren wanted to feel embarrassed, but it was difficult. Levi clicked his tongue and said in a disapproving voice, “That’s a lot of slick.”

Eren had felt a growing wetness escape him for a while now, but he had assumed it was sweat. However, when Levi pressed two fingers to his entrance, they slipped in despite the tight resistance. He had never felt anything like that before.

Looking down with a depraved expression, Eren realized he had to have soaked through the man’s slacks by now, which by the way were hosting an enormous tent within them at Levi’s crotch. When Eren looked up at the man’s face, he noticed his eyes were still glowing red, amused. “Is this all for me, Omega?”

Eren was getting teased, but he didn’t care. He no longer cared about a damn thing. Not that his father had apparently sold him, or that he was in this mysterious location called a ‘plane’, and certainly not that this man who had been terrorizing him was now prepping to do things to him that no man should have ever have done to them. Or perhaps eat him whole; whichever came first. And Eren was surrendering to it all.

“You’re so beautiful, my omega,” Levi breathed, closing the gap between the two of them. One of his now normal looking hands gingerly touched Eren’s jaw, the other grasping him at the hip. Eren nearly went cross eyed trying to keep the man within his sights, particularly when Levi had dipped forward to press his warm, tasty lips to the brunet boy’s own. The scent from earlier was back in full force, and Eren was coming undone into the kiss.

Eren moaned against Levi’s lips, opening his mouth to provide access to the hot and moist interior. He was entirely under the man’s thumb, however through the haze, Eren found that Levi was apparently more influenced by his own actions than he would have initially thought. 

“This,” it was hard to tear their lips from one another’s, “is no place for your first time,” the man barely got a chance to use his breathy voice throughout their make out session, “bedroom,” Levi grunted as he returned his lips back to Eren’s eager ones. 

Through all the cobweb-like haze in Eren’s vision, he was able to have a grasp on the reality of the situation. Levi had a look on his face that clearly indicated he’d gotten a taste and now nothing could stand in his way to keep him from the younger boy. If Eren felt wrecked, Levi appeared very close behind. Something inside of the brunet felt an immense sense of pride at that, and inspired him to keep up whatever it was that he was doing.

Eren never responded, only proceeded to whine in a way that Levi cooed was, “So perfect, perfect omega,” while the man collected Eren in his arms and stood up. The younger boy reached his arms out and wrapped them around Levi’s neck, unintentionally grinding his bare erection against the man’s clothed one. A lewd moan erupted from his lips as he performed the same motion again, falling prey to the pleasure of the action. 

Levi’s hands groped the globes of Eren’s ass, producing an animalistic growl to accompany his ministrations. “Fuck, omega.”

The man was moving them, transporting them to the door Eren had entered through. A sense of fear tore through Eren’s body when he thought he might be returned to his father’s basement when he was already in such a debauched state — he somehow couldn’t stand the idea of being without Levi now. His whines grew higher in pitch, and he squeezed his eyes shut when he heard the sound of the older man gripping the doorknob and pulling it. 

“Eren,” the man whispered in a soothing tone into his ear, a sound that Eren would have assumed he would be incapable of, “open your eyes.”

Eren did as told — as if he could deny his alpha. Wait… what? He didn’t quite get why he had that internal thought process just then, but it mysteriously made sense to him. 

The world spun as Eren was suspended in air for just a second before he landed in what could only be described as a nest. It could also be described as a bed, but Eren’s brain wasn’t working totally on point at the moment.

A moment of darkness overcame Eren and when he came back into consciousness, he was screaming. One — no, two — of Levi’s fingers were inside of him, and it felt like nothing he’d ever felt before. “You’ve never done this to yourself before, have you, omega?”

Over his sobbing and moaning, Eren barely had enough focus to shake his head. Levi sighed in content, catching Eren’s attention back to his glowing red eyes. 

“Fucking perfect for me,” he whispered to himself. He imposed himself further in Eren’s personal space, pressing those two fingers deeper into the boy. Deeper, deeper, impossibly deeper, like his fingers were lengthening, or perhaps, his claws were elongating again. That thought terrified Eren, yet at once, something pressed on that spot within him, and he was losing all control. 

“LEVI!” Eren screamed, feeling his first ever orgasm tear through his body. His back lifted completely from the pillows and blankets below him, arching in such an unnatural way. He saw stars and moons, it was so intense. Tears formed and poured from his eyes; he felt so much. 

Fingers retracted from within Eren, and a moment of emptiness washed over him, making him want to cry for an entirely different reason. “Shhh,” Levi whispered carefully, then two large hands groped Eren’s ass, lifting him up at an angle that brought his behind up to the older man’s face, then used his tongue to lap hungrily at his hole.

Eren could barely break through the hazy barrier in his mind, but he somehow was able to produce a number of, “No… no! Please… no, not there—!”

Levi paused for a moment, licking his lips. “You will call me your Alpha, unless you want to be punished.”

A pang of fear shot through Eren’s heart, genuinely understanding the man’s stern guideline. “Please…” he whined, sniffing, “please don’t… there, Alpha.” That’s filthy!

The man’s head tilted at an angle, his clawed hand grasped Eren’s fleshy thigh, pressing indents into it. He stuck out his tongue and licked a long stripe up the skin there, then lurched forward to drag his tongue over Eren’s balls, length, and the big puddle of cum that had pooled on his chest. He wanted to scream when he watched the man perform such a lewd act. Levi lapped up the cum there, practically vibrating in content as he did so. “Tastes… filthy,” the man teased. “Filthy cum from a filthy boy.”

Tears formed at Eren’s lash line. What—what the hell? He was afraid Levi could read his mind. “I’m… not,” Eren tried in a pathetic attempt to stand up for himself.

Looking at Levi now, devouring the cum over his chest, Eren couldn’t be sure, but he seemed to glow just a bit more. He seemed to become… healthier looking. The man bit his chest, piercing his skin and drawing blood, only to lick it up and close the wound. Eren was feeling so much, it was hard to differentiate between the pain and the pleasure at this point, and he was scared to recognize that the bite might have been more pleasurable than painful. 

The man licked his lips and tilted his head up to look into Eren’s big green eyes with his glowing red ones. “Delicious… even for a dirty little omega shit like you.”

Levi flicked his tongue out to lash over Eren’s ankle, pressing a kiss there as he somehow willed a ribbon to appear, rubbing sensually over the boy’s shoulders, then arms. It was so soft and tantalizing, Eren thought he might cum again just from the silky texture. It rubbed his thigh and forearm together, closing in and tightening around both limbs until it began to feel uncomfortable. 

Glancing over, the ribbon had tied both his forearm and thigh in an impossibly tight binding. It alarmed Eren; he threw his fearful gaze in the older man’s direction. Eren’s right leg was tossed over Levi’s shoulder, many little bite marks closing up in remarkable time, steam hissing and emanating from the places Eren nearly missed being bitten. His attention was redirected down to their crotches — Levi had exposed himself, his slacks opened wide to display a wildly engorged cock looking about ready to burst. 

That was going to go inside of him? “No!” he cried. “I can’t—it won’t—!”

Eren had never had sex before, but he’d heard Jean talk about it, and he knew that penises were meant to go into women’s holes. Eren knew they had a couple, but the important one was the vagina, and according to his father, Eren did not have a vagina. But then, what was this new organ within him that was radiating heat all throughout his body — this supposed womb that Levi had given him?

Levi slipped his cockhead around Eren’s hole, teasing him with it. With every prod of his length, Eren felt his own hunger for it grow. He was astonished to admit he was wanting it so much now, in spite of being desperate he had just been to get out of this strange man’s clutches. 

“Open wide, omega,” Levi teased, holding his cock near its head to the side so that Eren could peer at the true size of it. It looked like the cock of a monster — the rosiness and glistening components aside, there were veins that supplied the significant amount of blood that had to be keeping the thing powerful and merciless. From its base, it reached above his belly button, and the girth — Eren didn’t even want to guess how wide it would be.

“No!” Eren cried again, close to tears, and it seemed it was just one small piece of his brain against his heart and the rest of his body, begging for Levi to penetrate him. 

Levi smirked, done showing off apparently, and redirected it to Eren’s wet and slippery hole. The brunet gasped when the tip of the alpha’s head slipped past the initial ring of muscles after much resistance, although it got caught afterwards. Both males made their own sounds of pleasure, however Eren’s moans turned into screams as Levi pushed his unsustainable girth past his entrance. 

“Eren…” the man gasped. His red eyes fluttered up into his head and his lips parted. “So… tight…” he could barely speak. 

Eren wasn’t sure what this ‘omega’ label was that had been bestowed upon him, but he would bet his life that this new entity within him was responsible for the immense pride he felt as a result of Levi bottoming out.

“You’re going to suck me dry,” Levi confessed, sucking his lower lip in between his teeth in apprehension. His eyes found Eren’s, and held his gaze for a couple moments as he pulled out. Eren couldn’t drop their eye contact if he wanted, so he was forced to watch as the man relinquished himself, then pounded back into him.

“No, please!” Eren couldn’t help but cry out, but it felt so good. He couldn’t explain it, and Levi didn’t wait for a second. He was hurting, but then again, pleasure and pain were melding together at an impressive rate. 

“You’re so good… so tight, good little virgin pussy you have,” Levi grunted, seeming to struggle at every attempt to pull himself out of Eren’s tight heat; his greedy ass didn’t seem to want to let the man’s cock leave. “All mine,” he spoke in an eerie tone, “all mine!”

He slammed back into Eren, who was fearful all the while that Levi’s monster-cock might split him in half. Eren screamed, his body jolting in surprise. He couldn’t even move half of his body that was bound, and it was painful, but the pleasure in his ass made it less noticeable.

“Who do you belong to?”

Eren barely registered he was being addressed. His wrist was captured in Levi’s free hand, the one that wasn’t tightly grasping his thigh over his shoulder, and pinned it above his head. 

“Answer me, omega.”

Eren was in such ecstasy, he wasn’t sure what the right answer was. Or the difference between up and down. “Levi…” was all he could muster before his eyes rolled back into his head. He had to look like such a lewd boy then, eagerly eating up Levi’s cock and drawing such possessive claims from the man. 

A new, smaller ribbon slithered across Eren’s flat belly, teasing and tickling him on its way to his erection. He hoped for the best, that he would receive the softest, most sensual hand — err, ribbon-job — of his life, only for it to slip around his base easily, tighten, and tie itself into a pretty bow. 

“What!?” Eren cried, feeling the blood flow to his penis cut off. It was uncomfortable, just like when something too tight was wrapped around any other digit, and it numbed the pleasure by quite a bit. 

“You were given strict instructions, brat,” the man growled in a disapproving voice. “Omegas,” he pounded aggressively into the younger boy, shaking his entire body, “listen to their alphas,” with that thrust tore a scream from Eren’s throat, but didn’t stop there. “I’ll do whatever I want to this body.”

The man was grunting more often as he glided his body into Eren’s in an astonishing rhythm. The younger of the two wanted to reach down and untie the stupid ribbon, but Levi held his wrist in an impossibly tight hold. Eren screamed when the man rammed into that spot once, twice, five times, Eren lost count. It was so good, and he was so close to cumming, if it weren’t for the stupid fucking ribbon tying his cock and not allowing him release. One particular run-in with his extra sensitive spot had Eren arching his back, tensing all muscles in his body at once. A wanton moan erupted from his belly, and a similar one was drawn from the man pounding into him. 

“Fuck, Eren!” Levi panted. “You’re going to make me cum.”

Eren agreed that it was far too soon, though was capable of connecting the dots that the combination of the noises he was making with the tensing of the muscles within him while Levi was penetrating him was forcing the man into submission. Okay, maybe this felt even better than cumming.  

A sick idea formed in his hazy mind. “You can’t come until you release me.” 

“Prove to me that you know I’m your alpha,” Levi demanded instead, as if he were in the position to make some kind of deal. Yet Eren could hardly argue. Whatever power dynamic that formed between them, it was clearly indicative that the man was dominating him. That must be what being an alpha meant, Eren supposed. One particularly powerful moment of pounding had Eren nearly breaking in two.

“Alpha!” Eren cried. “You’re my alpha! Please, alpha, please!”  

Hearing this must have set something off in the man, because Levi ground his teeth and tried to pull out of Eren, barely making it a couple inches before he pounded back in. He growled like he was irritated, looking between Eren’s tear soaked face and where they were connected, then more specifically, at Eren’s cock. Levi made a small movement with his head, jerking it to the side while he peered down at it, essentially relinquishing the ribbon’s duty.

Eren felt like he could breathe a breath of fresh air finally. It took a second to regain feeling, but he was coming as soon as possible. His cries rang out like bells, and Levi smirked at the pleasure he was providing his pretty little omega. Watching Eren writhe like this was by far the best experience of his entire existence. 

Eren wasn’t sure if it was the high he was on from orgasming for his second time, or if he truly was falling in love with this man, but a possessive feeling came over him. It could have also been the fact that Eren was angry and tired of being bullied by the man brutally fucking him. He did want to get back at him, after all. His free hand reached up and latched onto the longer black hair at the crown of Levi’s head, and pulled.

“If I am yours, then you are mine,” Eren snarled. The older man flinched and growled, rolling his hips into Eren’s at the best possible angle. Something new was happening, opening him wider, as if the man was growing while already being incredibly erect. 

“Fuck,” was Levi’s favourite word, apparently, “you little fucking brat.”

“Tell me you’re mine now!” Eren demanded. His much smaller cock had perked up again at the slams hitting that spot, and the warming sensation in his belly was forming again. Eren now knew it as his womb, and it was begging for Levi’s cum. It was an empty threat, but Eren still threw out, “Or I’ll never call you my alpha ever again.”

Some thickness was catching on the rim of Eren’s hole, making him bite down on his molars to manage the pleasure. “Shitty little omega,” Levi seethed. “Fine, I’m yours. Happy?”

Eren’s neck tilted back and the stars were becoming visible all too quickly. Wow, he was there again already. Oh god, he was going to cum again—! “Yes!” he screamed; whether it was because it felt amazing or if he was simply responding to Levi, Eren didn’t know. 

A scream tore from his throat, this time tightening his body in every single way possible. The man’s scent was overbearing and getting stronger. Eren’s third orgasm had him writhing instead of tensing every muscle in his body; he clawed at Levi’s shoulders and shivered when he heard Levi growl in return. “Fucking… brat!”

Eren opened his eyes just in time to watch the man totally lose control in the face of his own orgasm. It looked like the soul left his body — if he had one in the first place — and he spiraled forward, pressing his cock as deep into Eren as possible in order to empty his cock entirely into Eren’s canal.

The brunet boy had no idea what was happening inside of him, but the heat was finally dissipating, like Levi cumming inside of him was putting out a confusing spontaneous fire that had been raging for what felt like days. He was crying, drooling, and probably snotty to some degree, but he couldn’t help it. Relief was too beautiful. Levi had satiated him, and Eren had clearly done the same for the man in return.

Levi didn’t pull out, but he released Eren’s wrist to instead grasp the boy’s jawbone, leaning in to place a kiss there before going for his lips. Eren was so wiped out, he could barely keep his eyes open, much less kiss his alpha back. 

He was pretty sure he was already knocked out at that point. 

—

While disoriented, when Eren woke up, he no longer felt sweaty, and there was no scent of cum as well as no sign of the man who had just nearly fucked the life out of him. How much time had passed? Why was the moon still high in the sky, in the same exact position as it had been hours ago? Did time pass at all in this ‘plane’?

A soft whimper escaped his lips as he tried to sit up, but Eren’s hips were far too sore. “Sh… shit,” he muttered to himself. 

“You’re awake.”

He turned just as Levi was entering the bedroom from that very same green door, although this time, Eren caught a glimpse at the contents of the room behind him, and it appeared to be… a bathroom now. 

Levi closed the door behind him and approached the nest in the bed where Eren laid, affectionately crawling in to envelope him in his arms and provide him with a warm hug. “You smell… so perfect.” Eren liked the new heat, and for some reason, the man that was providing it to him.

Eren wanted to snark, oh, not filthy anymore?

“No, you’re not. I’ve cleaned you both inside and out. You’re perfect,” Levi explained, whispering all of his praises directly into Eren’s ears. 

What the hell… is wrong with this man? Eren furrowed his brows in confusion. Did he hear— 

“I’m not a man,” Levi declared. His face was flushed, finally filled with a creamier colour other than alabaster white. Eren tilted his head in confusion, because Levi certainly looked like a man, much more than before. “You thought, this whole time, that I was a man?”

Eren inhaled sharply. He didn’t know how to start to respond to what he just heard.

“Eren, I’m the ruler of Hell.”

His body tensed and eyes widened. What? I’m in… Eren began to think, but didn’t want to finish his thought. 

“I haven’t been to the surface in a while, but I’ve never seen a man with capabilities quite like mine,” Levi said with a smirk, using his thumb to tilt Eren’s face towards his. A deep flush formed on the boy's face when he instantly visualized Levi’s claws in his mind. It was embarrassing that he didn’t consider this sooner. “We are in hell, but you don’t need to worry. You’re my omega queen. You’re safe because you belong to me.”

Eren wanted to protest that he didn’t belong to anyone, but the new reality of the situation was overwhelming him. “Am I… dead?”

Levi tilted his head, nuzzling it into Eren’s neck. “That’s up to you.”

“Can I go home?” Eren demanded next.

Levi Lifted his head to look at Eren indignantly. “You think I’d let you leave after I’ve put my seed in you?” He scoffed. “You’ll bear my pups and remain here, with me, for eternity.”

“N—no!” That’s impossible, idiot! Eren wanted to scream. “No, no, no!”

“Yes,” the man — no, demon — replied in a mocking tone, “yes, yes, yes.”

Levi remained amused as he reached forward with both hands to grab Eren by the neck, alarming the younger boy immediately. “Hey—stop!” 

As soon as he felt Levi’s strong, warm hands clasp around his neck, they were releasing him. There was new material there, wrapped around his neck like a noose. Eren panicked, bringing the one hand that he had available up to grab at it. Levi wasn’t done with whatever the hell it was doing, because he grabbed Eren by the collar, which had essentially materialized around his neck by the man, then yanked him forward, producing a heavy gold chain from nowhere as well.

Eren fell back into the nest of luxurious pillows and soft blankets below him, tears forming in his eyes as he realized what this meant. That this was his new reality. He was property, basically some kind of pet to this man-demon. One who was apparently disillusioned into the idea that Eren could carry a child to term for him.

“You think you can control me, brat?” he asked with a demonic smile. “Look who’s holding the leash, omega.”

Eren felt awful for trying to force the man to bend at his will. It was so stupid — so silly of him to think he could have any power in this situation at all. 

“Pretty. It compliments your eyes,” the man teased. “Be a good little pet and don’t cause a fuss.”

Eren’s bottom lip trembled. He was a second away from crying, but he refused to look weak. Not right now. “I’ll kill you,” Eren ground out, “and then I’ll leave here.”

“You can try, but you’ll find I’m helplessly immortal,” Levi replied with an unperturbed expression. “You, on the contrary, are not.” Levi didn’t need to read Eren’s thoughts to prompt him to continue. “Don’t worry, you’ll join your alpha and become like me soon enough. Humans can’t last here; it’s too extreme on your bodies. Your brain will scramble.” 

Eren’s jaw dropped. This was too much to take on, he didn’t know what to even think. 

“Don’t worry,” Levi repeated soothingly, jerking the chain in his hand to force Eren into a sitting position. “I’m all bark and no bite.” As he said his final word, he opened his jaws and clamped down, producing a loud teeth-clashing sound. 

Eren had no faith in the man’s words.