FRAGILE

Chapter 30: Desperate Measures

Maximus pulled back slightly, his brow furrowing as he looked down at Levi with a mixture of confusion and concern. "No, Levi," he said firmly, though his voice remained gentle. "That's not what I want from you."

Levi's heart sank. Why didn't Maximus want him? Was it because he was an Omega? Was it because he was filthy, unworthy? The thoughts swirled in his mind, dark and relentless. He had always known he was nothing more than a tool, something to be used, something that could only offer itself in submission. Maximus must have found him disgusting—too weak, too dirty.

But Levi had to prove himself. He had to be useful. Maximus was just too kind to say it out loud. He needed to relieve his Alpha, to show him that he could serve without being repulsive. If Maximus was too disgusted to take him while awake, then Levi would have to find another way to be useful.

"I can be good," Levi insisted, his voice trembling as he struggled to hold back the panic rising in his chest. "Please, just... let me show you. I can make you relax."

Maximus shook his head, his hands gripping Levi's shoulders as he gently but firmly tried to push him back. "Levi, no. You don't need to do that. I just want you to rest. You've been through enough."

But Levi didn't understand. How could he? Maximus had to want something—he was an Alpha, after all. And Levi... Levi was an Omega, trained to serve, to please. That was his only purpose. It was all he had left.

"I can be good," Levi repeated, more desperate now. He lowered himself to his knees, his trembling hands tugging at his own clothes, stripping away the fabric in an attempt to make himself more appealing. "Please, Master, let me—"

"No!" Maximus's voice was louder this time, harsher, and it stopped Levi in his tracks. Maximus's eyes were wide, his chest heaving as he tried to control the frustration and anger building inside him. "I don't want that from you, Levi. I want you to stop. Please, just stop."

Levi's hands froze, his heart hammering in his chest as he stared up at Maximus, wide-eyed and terrified. He had done something wrong. He wasn't being good. Why couldn't he be good? He had to fix this—he had to make it right.

"I'm sorry," Levi whispered, his voice barely audible as tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Master. I can be better. I'll make it better. I promise. Just... just let me make you happy. Please."

Maximus groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration as he sat back, his eyes squeezing shut as if he couldn't bear to see Levi in this state. He didn't know how to reach him, how to make him understand that he didn't need to offer himself like this. Levi's conditioning was so deep, so ingrained, that it seemed impossible to break through.

"I can't make you happy," Levi mumbled, his voice hollow. He looked down at his trembling hands, his mind spiraling as the weight of his failure settled over him like a crushing burden. He couldn't do anything right. He couldn't even follow his new master's rules, because they didn't make sense. Thomas's rules had been clear. They had been painful, but at least Levi had known how to obey them.

But Maximus's rules? Maximus's expectations? They were impossible.

Levi stayed still, watching Maximus carefully. He was upset, frustrated. Levi wasn't doing his job. He wasn't good enough. His mind raced as he tried to figure out how he could serve without Maximus turning him away again. If Maximus didn't want him awake... maybe he would take him while he slept. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't find him so repulsive if he didn't have to see his face, his weakness, his Omega status.

Levi waited until Maximus finally settled into bed later that night, exhaustion pulling the Alpha into a deep sleep. Levi lay quietly beside him, his mind racing with anxiety and determination. He would fix this. He would make Maximus happy. He had to.

Slowly, carefully, Levi shifted in the bed, his movements silent as he slipped out from under the covers. His heart raced as he knelt beside Maximus's sleeping form, his fingers trembling as they reached for the waistband of his Alpha's pants. This was how Thomas had trained him—to be useful, to serve without hesitation. He would make Maximus happy. He had to.

But as Levi's hands hovered over Maximus, his mind spiraled further into despair. What if he failed again? What if Maximus woke up and saw him and realized how filthy, how disgusting he truly was? He would be punished—he would deserve it. But punishment was better than being cast aside. Punishment meant he could still be useful.

Maximus shifted in his sleep, a soft sound escaping his lips, and Levi froze, his heart pounding in his chest. His breath hitched as he waited, terrified that he had been caught. But Maximus didn't wake. He continued to sleep, oblivious to Levi's presence, and Levi's hands shook as he lowered them again, determined to prove himself.

He carefully pulled his Master's length free and began to slowly stroke the hardening flesh. He only needed to relieve his Master - he could serve him during the night and save his Master the displeasure of having to see his body in the light of day. 

Levi slowly straddled the larger man and held his length steady with a shaking hand. He slowly sat up and guided his Master's reddening erection towards his hole. This would hurt, it would tear him apart, but it would be worth it.

He would be good.