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A Levi x Erwin omegaverse fanfiction
*Disclaimer: This fanfiction is for entertainment, non-profit purposes only. I do not claim ownership of any canon characters or the world that this is set in.
In a penthouse suite overlooking a sprawling metropolis, the tall, powerfully built mafia boss sat at a heavy dark wood table with his captains for an evening meeting. They did this every week to report in profits, new acquisitions and any opposition they faced in protection racketeering. Erwin Smith relied mostly on racketeering, stock markets and the black market to fund his syndicate and line his pockets. Mike Zacharius was his underboss and right hand man. Then there was Dita Ness, Hange Zoë, Oluo Bozado and Nanaba—all captains. The rest of the syndicate was comprised of soldiers and associates.
"Well, let's begin." Erwin took his seat at the head of the table, and he used the remote to close the vertical blinds hanging from the floor to ceiling windows. He increased the lighting in the meeting room, and then he set the remote down. "Mike, how are the profits looking?"
"Down some from last week," answered the quiet-spoken man; the only one in the 'family' that was taller than Erwin. Both alphas and distant cousins, The two blonds had taken over the business after Erwin's father got gunned down in a dispute with a cartel in the middle of a deal. "We need more rackets, chief."
"I think I've got a solution for that," Hange offered.
Erwin looked at the brunet woman, who was dressed today in a three-piece tanned business suit. Hange usually preferred casual wear with a messy ponytail, but when she was representing their business, she tended to dress up and either wear her hair down and brushed, or pinned up in a tidier twist or ponytail. "Go on, Hange. What have you got for us?"
She opened up the slim briefcase she'd set on the table before her, and she collected a couple of files out of it. She slid them across the table to him, along with some photos. "A local strip club. They've been having problems with the owner of the place. He's been harassing the staff, pocketing their tips, letting rowdy fellows into the club and pushing for his dancers to provide 'additional services' that aren't on the employee contract. Some of them do, of course, but it's completely optional for extra pay, not mandatory. As you can see by the employee contract agreement, no staff member is obligated to perform sexual favors for clients."
Erwin frowned, taking the paperwork and arranging it neatly on the desk. "And you see this as a potential business investment?"
Hange smiled and spread her hands. "Exotic dancers pull in a lot of green, and this place is unique from other such clubs. It has the potential to make more money on its own than any of our current rackets. You'd just have to buy it from the owner and assign someone trustworthy to run the place the way you want it."
Erwin wasn't particularly enthused about the idea. He enjoyed visiting a good gentlemen's club as much as the next man, but it was so typical for a mafia syndicate to invest in strip clubs. Hange did have a point though, so he began to look through the information she'd given him.
"I'm completely on board with having our own strip club, for the record," Oluo stated.
"What makes this one so unique?" Dita asked, absently combing his thinning brown hair.
"The dancers are exclusively omegas," Hange said smugly. "Is that unique enough for you?"
Dita stilled his combing. "Holy shit. Boss, that's a goldmine! We can't afford not to have a piece of that pie."
"Are any of their omegas women, perhaps?" Oluo said with interest. He caught Nanaba's cold stare. "Hey, don't eyeball me like that, precious. A man has needs, and everyone knows omegas are cream of the crop when it comes to satisfying those. You can go at them all night long and they can never get enough of it."
"Not with your beta dick, you can't," Nanaba pointed out ruthlessly. "Hell, they might not even feel it."
"My dick isn't small," Oluo growled. He stood up and started to fumble with his pants. "Do you want a demonstration right now?"
"Enough," Erwin said sternly. "This is a business meeting, not a pissing contest between associates. Oluo, sit back down. Nanaba, stop goading him."
Oluo obeyed, and the two of them immediately lapsed into silence.
"So what do you think?" Mike asked in a low voice, leaning over to have a peek at the documents Erwin was looking over.
"I know this place," stated the boss.
He'd been to it before. It was called: "The Omega Experience." The venue had a rather tasteful private performance option for those with the money to request it. He'd taken advantage of one of those private dancer booths himself before, upon seeing one particular male omega up on the main stage do things on the dance pole that a professional gymnast would be hard-pressed to achieve. He'd done it twice more since then, treating himself to the luxury to unwind after business.
"Levi," murmured Erwin to himself. That was the name of the dancer he recalled. He wasn't sure if it was a stage name or his given name. Some dancers used stage names, and some didn't.
"Sir?" Dita asked, having heard him utter the name.
Erwin looked through the photos. "They have a total of nine dancers, along with two bartenders, five weight staff and two bouncers," he explained. "Seven of the dancers are female. The other two are male. This club is open to all clients. It doesn't cater to only men. From what I understand, they pull in a lot of business from alphas."
"Oh, you've done your homework!" Hange grinned. "I didn't even put that last bit of information in the files. So what do you think? It would be a shame if such an uncommon venue went out of business because the current owner is tanking the management of it, don't you agree?"
Erwin paused when he came across a photo of Levi, leaning back against the dancing pole in a sensual pose, one hand reaching up to curl around the pole above his head, and the other covering his groin. "Yes, it would be a shame," agreed Erwin softly.
"So are we going to go for it?" asked Dita.
Erwin took a slow breath. It wasn't his first choice of rackets, but in this case, he felt it was too good an investment not to make an exception. "Yes. We'll complete the meeting, and then make arrangements to meet up with the owner and talk business."
"Hah! Called it!" Hange snapped her fingers with satisfaction.
As he stepped into the exotic dance club, Erwin distinctly recalled the day he'd first laid eyes on Levi. He and Mike were on the road looking for a place to unwind after a rather stressful mishap with one of their associates—a mishap that ended in the two blond alphas calling in a cleanup crew to dispose of evidence. Mike was the one that suggested they stop at The Omega Experience, because he'd heard a few things about the place and he was curious. At the time, Erwin had just wanted a drink and a distraction from his thoughts.
They'd entered the club, and there on the center dance stage was this stunning young man gyrating sensually against a pole. The song playing was some slow, melodic gothic tune that seemed to fit the dancer perfectly. His hair was fashioned in an undercut, with the top parted a little to the right to leave dark fringe hanging down. His hair was so black that there were blue-ish highlights in it beneath the lights. He was small in build, but his body was that of a gymnast's, and so toned that Erwin imagined the needle might bend and break when he got vaccinations. He had an ass you could bounce quarters off of, and as Erwin stared, that ass flexed smoothly with the omega dancer's motions.
He remembered hearing Mike say something to him and it flying completely over his head, because the raven-haired dancer slipped out of his thong at that same moment, leaving him completely nude on the stage. That was when Erwin decided he would stay for more than one drink, and when he found out that they had private dancing booths for those with the money to afford the experience, he was quick to request Levi. He'd actually ended up jacking off to Levi's dance, the last time. He suspected he wasn't the only client to indulge in such a thing, either.
Erwin sighed, and he looked around for the dancer that so easily made him lose his composure. He didn't seem to be around. Currently on the center stage was a blonde girl with wavy, shoulder-length hair, long lashes and a somewhat catty little smirk on her face. On the smaller stage to the left was another omega female that Erwin recalled seeing before, wearing her dark hair in pigtails and dancing around in a schoolgirl outfit. She was a cute little thing, but she didn't have the grace of some of the other dancers Erwin had witnessed in here. She moved a little jerkily, her fingers fumbling with her clothes like she was in too much of a hurry to get them off and finish her routine.
~Perhaps she doesn't really want to be up there on that stage.~
The possibility seemed very reasonable to Erwin. Some exotic dancers did it strictly for the money, hoping to get out of the career as soon as something more ideal for them came along. He knew one young woman that danced in another club to pay her way through college. Maybe the girl in pigtails had a similar story. If this business arrangement went as Erwin hoped, he would be finding out soon enough. He intended to get to know each and every employee in this place, and he would decide whether to make staff changes or not based on how they conducted themselves and did their jobs.
Walking up to the bar, Erwin had to squeeze past a few people to reach his destination. A busy waitress, so petite that Erwin almost didn't see her, skirted aside quickly to avoid getting bumped into by him.
"Oh! I didn't spill anything on you, did I sir?" The girl had pale blond hair, big expressive blue eyes and a lovely little heart-shaped face. She was dressed in a pink sequined, spaghetti-strap top and a pair of snug white pants.
Erwin smiled at her. "No, you're fine. You're very light on your feet. It would have been my fault if you had. I should have been watching where I'm going."
She smiled back at him with open relief. "Well, you may not find a seat right away, but I can come back to you and take your order if you'd like a drink."
"I can see that you're busy," he offered solicitously, speaking over the volume of the dance music. "I can order something from the bar, thank you."
He would have asked her to fetch the owner for him so that he could talk business, but he thought that might scare her into thinking she was in trouble, and she had a rather large tray of drinks to hand out to patrons seated at the booths lining the walls. The waitress excused herself, hasty but polite, and she went off to take care of her present customers. Erwin managed to squeeze his tall, built form further through the crowd and to the bar, turning sideways so that he could fit between two guys seated there and get one of the bartenders' attention. Both of them had dark, shaggy blond hair. The taller one had his in an undercut, worn long on the top. He was the one that noticed Erwin gesturing first, and he walked over to the edge of the bar and dropped his dishtowel over one shoulder.
"Hey, what can I get for you?" called the young man. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully with recognition. "Mr. Smith, right? You were in here last week."
"You have a good memory." Erwin nodded. "Jean, isn't it?"
"Yes sir. So, are you here for another private dance? I think Levi's available, if you want me to book you in with him again."
Erwin felt a little thrill go through him at the mention of that dancer's name. So, he was working tonight. Unfortunately, he was there for business rather than pleasure. Perhaps later, after he concluded what he hoped would be a smooth deal. "I'll take a rain check on that. What you can do for me is bring me a scotch and tell me if the club owner is here."
"Sure thing on the scotch," answered Jean. He shrugged. "I don't know if Kenny's still here, but I can get the manager for you. Levi takes care of everything when Kenny's not around."
Erwin's brow went up. So that riveting, black-haired fellow was also the club manager, as well as a dancer. He made a mental note of that. "Yes, that would be fine."
It seemed he would get to see his intriguing dancer, after all. The notion didn't displease Erwin. There was only one problem so far: Hange wasn't there yet. She was supposed to meet up with him for this proposal, just in case anything got hairy. Mike was heading out of town to take care of some business the next town over. Nanaba was with him, and Oluo was out collecting. Dita was busy with some of the newer soldiers, so that left only Hange available. Erwin thought that was fitting, since she was the one that approached him with the idea to invest in this place.
Erwin was just about to pull out his cell phone and try to reach her when the alpha female came in through the main entry doors. She spotted him quickly, and she made her way over to the bar where he was.
"Sorry I'm late! I had to rough up a client a little. He was trying to get away with shorting me on his purchase."
Erwin cleared his throat and looked around pointedly, silently reminding Hange not to mention "roughing up" a client in front of other people.
"Ah, right. Sorry." Hange shrugged, and when Jean brought Erwin's drink to him, Hange tapped the bar to get his attention. "Hey, I'll take a Mudslide with an extra shot, kid."
"Just don't get wasted," Erwin advised, taking a sip from his drink.
"I got one of the wait staff's attention for you, and he's going to check the office now," Jean informed Erwin as he started mixing Hange's cocktail. "If the boss isn't here, Levi will take care of whatever the problem is."
Erwin considered informing the bartender that there was no problem, but he didn't want to discuss his business with anyone save the owner or the manager. If things went as planned, Jean and every other employee in this place would know what this meeting was all about, in time.
"Hange, keep yourself available and make sure your phone is on vibrate," Erwin instructed his captain. "The music's probably too loud in this place for you to hear the phone if I need you."
"You don't want me to go into the office with you?" Hange frowned a bit, and she leaned closer to Erwin to speak into his ear. "Remember, this guy's been doing some shady shit with his own staff. He could be involved with a rival family. I thought that was the whole reason you wanted me to come; in case he gives you any trouble."
"It looks like I may not be meeting up with the owner at all. At least not right away. It depends on whether he's here or not."
"And if he isn't? What are we going to do, come back another time? Hmm, maybe we should have contacted this guy over the phone, first."
"I would rather have the element of surprise," explained Erwin. "And I have considered the possibility that one of our rival syndicates could be involved with this person. That's why I chose not to contact him over the phone to set up this meeting; I would rather not chance someone in our 'business' finding out that we're interested before we determine whether we're moving in on someone else's territory."
"Oh, good plan," she admitted. "All right, then. I'll sit out here and enjoy the scenery while you try to make your proposal."
Hange thanked Jean and she tipped him generously when he gave her the cocktail. The lights on the main stage dimmed, and the dancer that had been performing picked up her costume bits and exited. The other bartender made an announcement over the speaker system.
"Now get ready for Jaegerbomb! Let's hear it for him!"
Erwin looked up as one of the male omega dancers came out onto the stage wearing gold pants, a matching gold vest and a pair of white shoes. The outfit had a metallic sheen, and it was actually quite flattering on him. Erwin remembered seeing him before, too. He had thick, rich brown hair, brilliant green eyes and a tan complexion. He was a good-looking fellow with a winsome smile that patrons seemed to just melt over.
"'Jaegerbomb'?" repeated Hange with a laugh. "How cute! I didn't see this guy when I first checked this place out."
"He's one of the top three dancers, as I understand it," Erwin explained. "He was working the crowd pretty well, the last time I came here."
Indeed, people were already clamoring to stuff bills down the dancer's pants, and he'd only just begun dancing to the techno song that played for him. He bent over to take one patron's money right out of his hand with his teeth, winking at the guy before gyrating before him. Jaegerbomb went to his knees with his thighs spread, running his hands over his body and eliciting a hoot from one of the women watching from a stage seat.
"Okay, this looks like fun," Hange called out. She dug out her wallet and fished out some bills. "He's not my usual drink of water, but he's so cute I've got to give him something. Say Erwin, should I hold off and put it between his butt cheeks when he takes those blinding pants off? Shit, it's like looking right at the sun..."
"Go with your instincts," suggested Erwin with a chuckle. "But try not to spend it all in one place. There are a lot of other dancers to enjoy here."
"Good advice. You know me all too well."
Erwin nodded in agreement, smirking at the impulsive brunette woman. Hange was always enjoyable company to have around, simply because she could find ways to have fun in any given situation. She could be a loose cannon at times, but overall, she was dependable both as an advisor and in a fight. Erwin looked out over the club towards the bathrooms, and he felt another little thrill go through him when he caught sight of a certain small omega with fair skin and hair as black as midnight. He was coming out of the hallway that led to the public restrooms and the back office. Dressed in black lycro pants and a gauzy, long-sleeved black shirt, the dancer cut a sensual picture. A very tall, lanky young man with dark brown hair was at Levi's side, practically towering over the dancer as he pointed directly across the way at Erwin. The mafia boss recognized the tall guy as one of the security bouncers.
"Here comes the manager," Erwin informed his captain as Levi began to cross the distance, slipping through the crowd with the same incredible grace he employed on the stage. He moved with an easy, predatory dexterity, barely brushing against people as he moved in between them. One guy that Erwin picked out as an alpha caught hold of Levi's arm in passing, and he leaned down to say something in the dancer's ear. Levi shook his head, gave the man an icy look and said something in response. The alpha male immediately released him and took a step back, looking partly offended and partly shocked.
Erwin's mouth curved up a little at one corner. So, Levi was no pushover. He could well imagine what sort of proposition he'd just received from that patron. Evidently, he didn't find it to his liking. That suggested that Levi wasn't counted amongst the omega performers that did sexual favors for clientele. Of course, it was equally possible that the man had just said something crude enough to piss the dancer off, whether he did sexual favors or not.
Erwin intended to find out everything there was to know about this guy, especially if this business deal went through and he took over primary ownership of the club.
Levi examined the tall blond alpha as he approached, taking in little details about him. He was dressed sharply in a button-up white collared shirt, black pants and expensive-looking oxfords. He wore a bolo tie set with a black stone around his neck. Levi couldn't see exactly how toned he was through his clothing, but he could tell by the way his body was outlined in them that he was in good shape. He was built well, with broad shoulders, narrow hips, muscular arms and powerful thighs. His hair was styled in an undercut and immaculately groomed, lighter on top where it was longer than on the shaved part of the undercut. He was lightly tanned, and he had big hands. That was all he could observe from a distance.
Once he got up close enough to the man, Levi realized that the blue of his eyes wasn't just a reflection from one of the colored stage lights. He could see now that the alpha's eyes were just naturally that blue, like sapphires. They were intense, too. The blond was staring straight at him, and now Levi could make out fine details about his visage. Thick yet groomed brows, blond-tipped eyelashes, an aristocratic, sharp nose, a wide, generous mouth and a strong, squared jaw.
In short, this guy was handsome as all fuck.
Still having no idea what this was all about, Levi kept his guard up. He got regular requests for special services, and Kenny was still on his ass trying to get him to change his mind and pull in some extra money. Even with a guy that looked like that, Levi wasn't going to sell himself that way. He prepared himself to turn down yet another proposition, though Bertolt hadn't said he was there specifically to see Levi. Maybe the guy wanted to speak to the owner or manager to set up an escort or a private dance. Maybe he did want to purchase sexual favors.
The way the man was looking at him right now made Levi get the distinct feeling that he wasn't after one of the other dancers, if he really was there to request additional services. He stopped before the alpha, craning his neck a little to look up at him. Damn, he was tall. Not as tall as Bertolt, but he still towered. Of course, Levi was exceptionally short even for an omega, so towering over him wasn't very difficult.
"Smith?" Levi called over the music.
"Yes." The blond offered his hand for Levi to shake. "So you're the manager."
"Levi," answered the omega. "What's the problem? The owner's not here, so whatever your complaint is, I'll see if I can handle it for you."
"Not a complaint," corrected Erwin. "A business proposal, one that I think your boss would be interested in hearing."
Levi's mouth thinned briefly, the only change of expression on his pale face. He could tell the guy to fuck off, but if he didn't at least hear what he was trying to get and what he was prepared to offer for it, he'd be up shit creek with his uncle. Levi jerked his chin toward the back corridor leading to the bathrooms and the office.
"Let's talk where it's more quiet. Follow me."
"With pleasure."
Something about those arresting blue eyes made a shiver go through Levi, and not an unpleasant one. He recognized it as excitement, and that confused him. He'd seen plenty of pretty faces in his time, and he'd had plenty of people of both genders and all three types stare at him. Smith was doing it in a way he wasn't used to, though. It was almost like the guy recognized some hidden part of him, like he knew things about him...like he was gazing straight into his soul. Levi told himself it was creepy, but instead of reacting the way he should, he was getting caught up in this strange thrill that he couldn't explain.
"So, it's this way," Levi finally said, realizing he was just staring right back at the man. He turned to escape those mesmerizing blue eyes, and he asked himself just what the fuck was the matter with him as he guided his guest to the office.
~He doesn't recognize me.~
The realization almost bothered Erwin, but then he remembered that the last two times he'd been in this place, he hadn't come up close to the main stage while Levi was dancing on it, and he'd been in a private booth otherwise. The glass in the private observation booths were mirrored on the side of the dancing room, so whomever was performing couldn't see the client they were dancing for. Levi had literally never seen him before, so it made little sense for Erwin to be disappointed.
They stepped into the office together, and Erwin found it larger and more elegant than he'd expected. There was a big, oaken desk centered near the back wall, a smaller desk of the same wood in the corner by the door, a mini fridge and a liquor cabinet. There were laptop computers on both desks. Levi took a seat at the smaller desk, and he swiveled the chair around to face Erwin. He produced a pack of cigarettes from the drawer and an ashtray, and he lit up before gesturing at the couch against the left wall.
"Why don't you have a seat and tell me what this is all about?" Suggested the dancer.
"First, I should introduce myself properly. I am Erwin Smith, and I'm in a lucrative business practice."
Levi blinked slowly. "Lucrative business practice, huh? Is that what the mafia calls it?"
Erwin gazed at him calmly. "So you've heard of me."
Levi nodded. Yeah, I've heard of you." He blew a trail of smoke up into the air, away from Erwin's direction. "You're a high roller in the families around these parts, aren't you? They mention you in the papers and on the news sometimes."
"Then you know that I'm not a man to procrastinate with," reasoned Erwin calmly. "Let's get down to business, shall we?"
Levi shrugged. "That's what we're here for. So what are you after? A blow job? A screw? A private dance? An escort to some fancy mob gathering?"
"Actually, I'm here for the club."
Levi's fine, dark brows pinched a bit over his intense gray eyes. "What does that mean? You want to buy it out?"
"Exactly." Erwin nodded. "When do you expect your boss to be back, so that I can discuss this with him in person?"
"I think he went out to get dinner, so pretty soon." Levi tilted his head to the side, and he took another drag from his cigarette. Erwin was distracted by the sight of those pouty lips encircling the filter, and then blowing the cloud of smoke out after inhaling. He had a cute little mouth to go with that cute little nose. "I'd better warn you, dealing with Kenny's not going to be a walk in the park. He's a sly, conniving bastard and if you're serious about buying this place, he'll find a way to keep getting a cut even if he's not the full owner anymore. Better get prepared for a runaround."
"My intention is to leave him on as the owner in name only," explained Erwin. "I haven't the time to run the club myself, nor do any of my people. Kenny obviously knows how to operate this venue, so he'll get a cut of the profits as his pay each week. He'll be in charge of reporting those gross profits and business expenses to us at the end of each week, and we'll have someone come and collect the money once we determine how much is our cut."
"Hmm. Interesting." Levi leaned forward in his chair a bit. "So what are you planning to do to put him in line? You should know he's been garnishing the staff's tips and I don't know what he's been doing with half the club's profits behind my back."
"I'd heard rumors of that," Erwin revealed, trying not to let the omega's looks and mannerisms distract him overly. He kept picturing Levi dancing so seductively, for his viewing pleasure alone. Perhaps a private dance when his business was concluded wouldn't be a bad idea, whether to celebrate his success or as a condolence prize for failure to make a deal. Maybe he could even get a blowjob from those alluring lips.
"Then you know if he keeps going like he's been going, you're not gonna be getting your full share each week," reasoned Levi. "So what's your plan about that?"
Erwin smirked, but his gaze went flat and cold. "I have people to deal with business associates that won't pay up, Levi. I think Kenny will find it's better for his well-being to straighten his act and pay us our full cut."
A barely noticeable shiver went through the dancer's body. Was it intimidation, or was it due to excitement? Erwin was respected and feared by many. He saw no sign in Levi's eyes or expression of apprehension, though. In fact, the dancer held his gaze unwaveringly; a thing which most people had difficulty with, when the mafia boss put on this chill mask.
"So what are you gonna do?" questioned the dancer. "Bust his kneecaps? Break a few ribs? I wouldn't advise hitting him upside the head—it's too thick to do much damage to him."
Erwin smiled before he could help himself. "You don't hold back with your thoughts or words, do you? I could almost get the impression that you're eager to see your boss roughed up a bit."
"Tch. He could use a little roughing up, and there's no love lost between us even if he is my uncle."
Erwin's brows rose. "Oh? I had no idea."
Levi shrugged and had another drag. "I guess there's some small family resemblance in the eyes. You'll see that when you meet him. Other than that, he's nothing like me. Tall, lanky, keeps a stupid looking goatee, has a really obnoxious laugh and he uses a lot of shitty slang talk."
"So you aren't much for the slang," mused Erwin. "You speak well, so I presume you weren't raised by your uncle."
"Only for the end of my teen years after my mother passed." Levi shrugged. "So you think you can get him to straighten up his act? As straightened as a crook like him can get, anyway."
"I have ways," answered the alpha mysteriously.
"And what happens to my dancers and the rest of the staff if you make this deal?" Levi crossed one leg over the other and he relaxed in his chair, resting his arms on the armrests. "Are you planning to let everyone go and bring in your own staff? You'll have a hard time finding enough omegas in this line of work to replace us, you know. It's not like our type is falling off trees."
"I have no intention of replacing anyone on the staff, so long as they do their jobs to satisfaction. You would keep your position. Virtually nothing will change for you or the rest of the staff, save your tips being garnished. I intend to put a stop to that quickly, once I am the owner of this place."
Levi nodded thoughtfully, and then his steely gaze sharpened and seemed to flash briefly. "How about their employee rights? Do you have plans to try and force them to do sexual favors if they don't want to?"
"This is a strip club, not a brothel." Erwin decided to follow Levi's example, and he pulled out a cigar. He leaned forward with mumbled thanks when the smaller man offered him a light. "If some of the dancers want to take on special duties of their own accord to make some extra money, they're welcome to—so long as I get a reasonable cut of the profits."
"Kenny takes half." Levi frowned at that.
"I would take a fourth," Erwin assured him. "The person performing the service should get most of the profit for their favors. I'm not a pimp."
Levi huffed a little—a sound that might have been his version of a laugh. "Heh. Sometimes there's not much of a difference. As long as you treat them right, I'm fine with that."
"So what is your role here, exactly?" asked the blond curiously.
"I'm in charge of the dancers and their wages," answered Levi. His expression froze into one of subtle warning. "In addition to training them and managing their schedules, I'm also their protector."
Erwin didn't doubt that for a minute. "And what extra services do you provide for clients, if I may ask?"
Levi shrugged. "Private dancing. Sometimes I'll do escort jobs if the pay is good enough and the client passes my screening test. Escorting can be a dangerous line of work, and I don't take on sleezeballs as clients. I screen everyone that requests an escort, in fact. I don't want any of my dancers ending up in a ditch somewhere for trying to make some extra cash on the side. There are ground rules the client has to agree to, as well. If their escort decides they want to have sex with them, that's fine, but fucking isn't part of the services and they have to sign a terms and services agreement to respect their escort's boundaries."
"I see." Erwin felt some relief to hear that Levi didn't offer up his body sexually for clients. "What percentage of the escort profits does Kenny typically take?"
"Half, just like with sexual favors, lap dances and private dances. The bonus for the dancer used to be that they got to keep all their tips, but that's gone to shit now."
"If I can make this business deal work, then that won't be an issue any longer," promised Erwin. "How does that make you feel?"
"Skeptical," answered Levi blankly. "I've heard a lot of promises in my life and most of them never get fulfilled, so you'll have to forgive me for my lack of enthusiasm."
"Understood." Erwin checked his watch. "Is there any way you could contact your uncle and find out what his ETA might be?"
"Got somewhere else to be?" guessed Levi. He took the phone on the desk off its cradle and he started dialing.
"Nowhere specific, but I prefer to get my business arrangements finished promptly and tightly."
Levi nodded, and he waited for the other line to pick up. "Oi, shithead, there's a guy here that wants to make a business proposal to you. I think it'd be a good idea if you get your ass back to the club and hear him out. He doesn't strike me as a person that has a lot of time on his hands, and I don't think he'll accept a rain check for what he wants to discuss with you."
Levi looked Erwin up and down. "Tall, blond, good-looking. Sharp dresser. He's an alpha. Uh-huh. Well, I'll let him tell you that. Just trust me, you don't want to leave this guy waiting. Yeah? Got it. See you then."
Levi hung up the phone, and he put out his cigarette. He got up out of his chair, and to Erwin's surprise, he started swaying gracefully to the muffled background music from the main room of the club.
"Boss says he should be back in about fifteen," informed the dancer. Levi boldly reached out, plucked the cigar out of Erwin's mouth and put it out in the ashtray. Before the alpha could ask him what the hell he was doing, Levi pulled apart the front of his black shirt. Velcro peeled away with a ripping sound, and suddenly the top half of Levi's chest was enticingly exposed. "He said to give you a lap dance to pass the time while you wait. I don't want to get burned by that thing you were smoking."
Erwin's mouth parted, and his heart picked up a beat. He hadn't been expecting full-on contact with the attractive omega. He watched, frozen in his seat, as Levi turned around and bent over, running his hands down his spread legs to display his backside to Erwin's view. He slipped his boots off, and even that simple gesture seemed highly seductive. He looked over his shoulder at the blond as he straightened back up slowly, his hips rocking sensually.
"Want a drink?"
Erwin completely forgot that he'd left his drink at the bar, but right now he was thirsty for something else. "No, thank you."
Levi spun gracefully back around to face him again, and he teasingly slid his left hand partly down his pants, while running the fingers of his right hand through his raven hair. "Oi, are you even into guys, or should I get one of the girls to come give you this lap dance?"
"I'm into both," confessed the alpha, his eyes roving over Levi with appreciation. "There's no need to send for one of the girls. I'm fine with this."
He was more than fine with it. He watched the silver cross dangling from Levi's left ear flash in the light. The dancer had a black hoop in each lobe, along with the cross on the left and a silver stud on the right. Erwin wasn't usually big on ear jewelry, but they fit Levi so well. As the omega's shirt fluttered to the floor, Erwin kept his expression neutral. He could do nothing to disguise the admiration in his blue gaze as he enjoyed this unexpected little free show. Those mysterious, pale gray eyes stayed on Erwin as the dancer gyrated and shifted on his feet, keeping time with the beat of the music.
"This isn't my favorite genre to dance to," said Levi conversationally. "Eren, Brenda and Mina love this upbeat shit, but I prefer something a bit darker and slower."
"It suits you," murmured Erwin thoughtlessly.
Levi tilted his head slightly, not slowing or stopping his erotic dancing. He ran his hands over his toned torso in a slow, cajoling way. "You've seen me dance? I don't recall ever seeing you in here before tonight."
Erwin nodded. "I've seen you dance before. I wasn't close to the stage." He left it at that, feeling no need to inform Levi of the private dances he'd enjoyed from him. This was much better than sitting in a booth, watching him from behind separating glass.
"Hmph. You must have been slinking back in the shadows or something. I'd have remembered you if I'd seen you."
Levi parted the material of his form-fitting black pants. Erwin saw a teasing glimpse of the dancer's groomed, dark pubes, and he swallowed inconspicuously. Thoughts began to take form in his mind that he hadn't really expected. Fantasizing about fucking this sensual creature were all well and good, but Erwin found himself plotting unwittingly. He could have Levi. He could seduce him, get him into bed. He could make those fantasies a reality. Erwin was very good at seduction. He'd charmed both women and men into his bed plenty of times before—people that nobody else even stood a chance with. If for some reason Levi proved unreceptive to his advances, he could use underhanded means to get him. He could—
~What in the hell am I thinking?~
The horrified thought snapped him out of his illicit ponderings. Erwin Smith was many things, but he did have some scruples when it came to coercing something as intimate as sex from people. He'd been in this business for too long, he realized. He was starting to lose his conscience. As he watched Levi's hands deftly tug down his pants to reveal a black thong underneath, Erwin came to another realization: it wasn't just him. This man...this small, beautiful omega, made him feel things he hadn't felt since before he ever took over his syndicate. He'd known that he was powerfully attracted to Levi, but he only now began to realize just how deep that attraction went.
"Something wrong?" purred Levi, dancing closer to him. His pale, perfectly toned abs flexed as he swayed his hips. The motion caused a little jiggle in his crotch, and Erwin's gaze went to the bulge there, helplessly fascinated.
"No, of course not." Had he been that obvious? Had his mask slipped? He'd thought he was doing well keeping his expression blank, but somehow Levi appeared to see right through it.
"Hmm. You seem tense."
God, his voice was so alluring. It was like every word Levi spoke right now just dripped with sexual invitation. Erwin steeled himself, somehow forcing his cheeks to remain cool as the stripper climbed into his lap, rotating his hips slowly to rub himself against Erwin's thigh. Levi pressed flush up against the alpha's crotch, still gyrating. He combed his fingers through Erwin's blond hair, mussing it.
"There, now you don't look so damned pristine and stiff," murmured Levi with satisfaction. He smirked a little, and he ran his hands over the alpha's broad shoulders. "Nice." He kneaded them with deceptively strong, thin fingers, easing the tension out of them.
Erwin was hardly surprised when his groin began to stir. The friction of Levi's crotch rubbing against his was delightful, yet frustrating. He started to touch him, and he hesitated. Most strip clubs had a strict "no touching" rule that patrons were expected to follow when getting a lap dance. The stripper could touch them, but not the other way around. "Hands off" was the usual rule of thumb.
As if he sensed his desire, Levi looked him in the eye and he leaned in to speak breathily into Erwin's right ear. "You can touch me, if you want to."
Fuck, did he ever want to. Erwin very nearly declined, irritated with himself for being so vulnerable to his alpha urges. He prided himself on having a strong sense of self control. He was the one that made others quake at the knees and get dry-mouthed with lust. He felt like he was reverting back to his teenaged years.
"I would like that," Erwin heard himself say.
He placed his hands on Levi's hips, trying to will his groin to stay soft. It was no good. The tent between his thighs steadily grew in size and height, and the little smirk on Levi's lips told him the omega was quite aware of the effect he was having on him.
"You don't have to keep them stationary, you know," informed the dancer. He covered Erwin's larger hands with his own, and he guided them up to his chest. "You can touch me anywhere you like, except between the ass cheeks and the groin."
Erwin took a steadying breath, and he ran his palms all over Levi's smooth, tight-muscled chest and torso. He circled them around to the dancer's back, and he traced the curving line of his spine. Beautiful. Perfect. Fierce. Predatory. These were all the things that sprang to his mind first, when thinking of how to describe this omega. Erwin didn't think he'd ever met an omega quite like him before. Levi was so confident and bold. His eyes spoke more than his expression. He was utterly in control of himself, and nobody could take that from him. It made Erwin want to prove him wrong...made him want him even more.
Erwin circled the omega's flat, small nipples with the pads of his thumbs, and he watched and felt them become erect almost immediately, reacting in a favorable manner to his fondling. The cross medallion hanging from the chain around Levi's throat glinted between his pecs. Erwin briefly touched the necklace, before returning his attention to the nipples. Levi made a soft, low sound in his throat...a sound of pleasure. It could have been just for show...just part of the entertainment to make a man feel good about himself and inspire confidence. The physical reaction of the buds tightening was simply biology at work, and the chill from the air vent could have easily been to blame for it. Erwin chose to believe it was a genuine reaction, though. In fact, he noticed that Levi blinked and frowned for the tiniest moment as if surprised by himself.
Feeling like he'd just taken a step towards a goal he hadn't even intended to set, Erwin spoke in his most seductive, droning tone of voice. "What would a kiss cost me, Levi?"
The omega's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pulled back to consider Erwin. "A kiss? That's not part of the lap dance. I'm already being pretty fucking generous."
"I'm sure you are," agreed Erwin, crafting his words with deliberate care. "I would be willing to tip handsomely for the privilege, though. Considering you're giving me this lap dance for free, you should at least get some compensation. Wouldn't you agree?"
"So then tip me." Levi shrugged. He rubbed harder against Erwin. "Go ahead and shove some money down my g-string. Just don't delve too deep when you do it."
"I would really like a kiss," insisted Erwin huskily. His heart was thumping hard now. He didn't know why he was being so insistent, like a kid demanding candy at the checkout counter of the grocery store. Wasn't it enough that this omega was grinding in his lap, letting him touch his body? Apparently it wasn't. "Levi, just one kiss."
A barely perceptible shudder went through the dancer as Erwin's insistent fingers continued to tweak and rub his nipples. "That...could lead to other things."
Erwin's breath nearly caught. Other things...what other things? Was Levi hinting that he felt the magnetism between them as well?
"It won't," Erwin promised. "You've already made it clear that your body isn't for sale."
Erwin took his hands away from the dancer's body, and he held them out to the sides as if surrendering at gunpoint. "I won't even touch you. I simply want a kiss. One hundred dollars for one kiss, Levi. Your boss needn't even know. It's your tip for a simple service rendered. It's a fairly reasonable request, wouldn't you say?"
Levi stared at him, hesitating. For long moments, he remained that way with his steely gaze locked on Erwin's icy blue one. Finally, he cupped the back of the alpha's head and he closed in on him slowly.
"Consider this," he whispered, his breath ghosting over Erwin's lips, "a consolation prize. You aren't prying this place away from Kenny's greedy hands, you know."
Erwin smirked. "I can be very persuasive."
"So I've noticed," responded the dancer, "but I know my uncle."
With that said, Levi's mouth connected with Erwin's. His lips were soft and pliant, warm and inviting. It was a little startling to the alpha. He couldn't remember the last time he kissed a pair of lips so silken to the touch. They parted when Erwin gently traced the crease between them with the tip of his tongue, and he delved in to familiarize himself further with Levi's mouth. He expected a typical cigarette taste to be lingering in the dancer's mouth, but there was a spiced, sweet note that made him realize why Levi's cigarette smoke smelled unusual. He was a clove smoker. That was a bonus, though the alpha knew that his own cigar taste probably wasn't as pleasant. Levi didn't issue any complaints about that, though. If it bothered him, he didn't show it.
Levi's tongue danced seductively against Erwin's, and then the dancer sucked gently on the exploring protrusion. It was extremely suggestive and inviting, and Erwin heard himself groan softly. Evidently, Levi's dancing skills weren't the only erotic technique he had to drive men crazy with lust. Erwin thrust his tongue a little more demandingly, and he slid his hands down to cup Levi's bottom.
That was when the office door clicked open, and the man that Erwin had come to see walked in wearing a black fedora hat. He spoke before Erwin could gather enough wits to break the kiss and take his hands off Levi's smooth, tight ass.
"Shit, kid…I wish you'd have told me you had a change of heart about giving clients special services! What the hell brought this on?"
Levi immediately pulled away from Erwin, and a charming, subtle flush of color blossomed over his high cheekbones. He climbed off of Erwin's lap, and he immediately gathered his discarded dancing outfit and boots. "Just making a potential investor feel welcome, you asshole. I'll be in the dressing room if you need me."
Kenny and Erwin both watched with equal bemusement as Levi hastened out the door, not bothering to put on any of his clothing before going.
"'You can touch me if you want to'. What the fuck was that?"
Levi mumbled self-critique all the way to the dressing room back behind the stage. He slunk past wait staff and patrons without even consciously trying to move so deftly. In fact, he was so quick and subtle about it that none of them even got the chance to notice him—but he could probably thank Petra for that. She was up on the stage in her gauzy butterfly robe, drawing most people's attention to her. Levi slipped back behind the stage and went through the door to the dressing room, covering his groin and pelvis with his bundled clothing.
"Oh, hey Levi," Eren greeted from his personal locker when he saw the head dancer come in.
Thankful that Jaeger was the only other dancer currently in the dressing room, Levi mumbled a cursory greeting. He kept on going, confused and frustrated by his own reactions to Erwin Smith.
"Levi, you okay?" Eren prompted with a concerned frown. "Where are you going?"
"To take a cold shower," blasted the smaller man, and he made a beeline for the shower room without saying another word. He dumped his clothes on the tiled floor once he was in there, chose a shower stall and yanked his thong off. His erection sprang free, flushed and stiff as a board. Levi twisted the cold water handle and he stepped beneath the spray with a little shiver, goosebumps forming on his pale flesh.
"Levi?"
Levi groaned, bowing his dark head beneath the spray. "What do you want, Eren? I'm busy."
"Sorry, but aren't you supposed to be on right after Petra?" Eren called from just outside Levi's shower stall. "I don't think you'll have time to dry your hair before you're up. Oh, I know what you can do! Put on a pair of swimming briefs and go out there with a beach towel! The wet hair will just make it more authentic!"
Levi clenched his jaw, and he opened his eyes to peer down at his groin. He'd danced with an unintended boner a couple of times in the past, but those were just spontaneous erections that sometimes happened to guys. This time there was a reason for his condition, and he would be damned if he was going to be up on that stage at full mast when the guy that inspired it could come out of the office at any time and see what he'd done to him. A lot of customers liked it when he or Eren got on stage in an obvious state of arousal. Their tips certainly reflected that. Maybe they liked to fantasize that they were the reason for the boner…
"Do me a favor, you shitty brat," Levi called to Eren, finalizing his decision, "go out there and do your next show ahead of me, after Petra finishes up. That'll buy me some time to finish my shower and dry off."
"But…I just went on like two dances ago," protested Eren. "Aren't you always saying we should evenly rotate—"
"Just do it," snapped Levi. "I'll even split my tips with you before we clock out, all right?"
Eren hesitated, and who could blame him? Levi raked in more cash in one night than most dancers did in three. The green-eyed omega was one of the exceptions though, being nearly as popular as Levi and Petra were. He proved that he wasn't hurting for money with his response.
"Awe, you don't have to do that. If you really want me to go on next, I will. I could also get one of the girls to go on next and go after them, if you want to vary it a little and have even more time."
Levi considered that, and he agreed with the logic. Having the top three dancers come onstage one after the other wasn't very good for anyone. The others should get the chance to get decent tips as well, before customers started running low on cash or deciding they should call it a night. He thought of the work roster for the night, and he mentally reviewed who had been out so far.
"Fine. Send Brenda out next, and Rachel can take the smaller side stage. You can go on after them, and I'll be the last dancer of the night. Whoever wants to take the side stage while we're on is welcome to."
"Probably Hitch and Mina," guessed Eren. "I'd better get Mina penciled in first. Hitch would scratch her eyes out to go on first, otherwise."
"Yeah, and Hitch has already had center stage," Levi agreed. He liked the girl's competitive nature when she wasn't having one of her lazy moments, but her initiative to make as much money with as little effort as possible sometimes wore on his nerves. Besides that, Dreyse could be so catty with the other girls that they'd end up in a sour mood all night long, and sulking dancers weren't much fun for anyone.
"Okay, I'll go and take care of that now," Eren supplied. "Uh, are you hungry? It's been a while since you ate."
Levi sighed. He couldn't think of eating right now, though he knew he probably should, at some point. "Don't worry about it, kid. I can get by for the night."
"All right, if you're sure. Just don't wait until you feel faint, sir. I had to talk Petra out of calling an ambulance for you, the last time."
Levi grimaced at the reminder. That would have been a severely fucked up situation. "I'll keep that in mind. Now get going, before Petra's finished up with her dance."
"Right. I'm gone."
Levi waited until he heard Eren's footsteps fade, followed by the door to the shower room opening and closing. Alone at last, he immediately reached down to take care of his problem.
-To be continued