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Anon asked for: A story where Eren rims Levi prior to making love to him. (This probably isn’t what you had in mind - sorry). PWP. Read on AO3
But in celebration of international Eren Day —
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His skin shimmered in the blaze of torchlight. Eren paused before him, studying how his legs spread apart in invitation, aroused, and silent. Even flat on his back and prone, Levi’s expression was stern and that sharp gaze missed nothing.
The evening behind them was a blur, a celebration unheard of by the somber faces of the legion. It was time to honor their successes as few as they were. It was an anniversary and a milestone. It was a day many didn’t believe they would ever see.
Eren tucked his face further into his pillow, skin warming under Levi’s command. It was difficult not to squirm against Levi’s calloused palms as they slid across his back, over his ass, and down to the backs of his thighs. His breath hitched and he gripped the sheets. He had to try harder.
The rules were very simple. Be still. Eyes closed. No talking.
Because people have been messaging me about it and I feel really terrible for taking so long to update... here is a sneak peek at chapter 4 of Discretion. It's not much, but at the very least, may this evidence that I am in fact working on the fic. Maybe a peace offering???
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There are worse things than death.
Levi still has no answer to the one question burning in his mind. There is no answer no matter how many times he asks out loud, no matter how many times he asks in silence, and no matter how many times he asks himself. He wants only an answer.
Why?
Levi trusted him. He trusted him more than anyone or anything, far more than himself. What does Levi have now? He has a boy he loves and no way to protect him.
Why?
Every time Levi looks at Eren, he is nothing but angry. That anger seeps under his skin and into his bones, it weighs him down and drags his head under water. He feels fury and violence and he’s out for blood but when he has that moment he can do something, he can just kill him – screw the Survey Corps, it was all a lie anyway – the air leaves his lungs and he goes weak. He can only stand there uselessly, knife in his back pocket, and lips moving around an impossible question.
After the 57th mission, Erwin's negotiations fall through. The Military Police take back custody of Eren and the confrontation with Annie is not approved. As a result, Annie catches wind of the suspicion on her and flees Stohess in a panic, empty-handed. Eren is imprisoned and left at the hands of the shamed Military Police amid the scandal. Erwin vows to bring Eren back himself at whatever cost necessary. [From ackermom's request -- "the origins of erwin and eren's relationship".]
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They brought Eren back to the cell beneath the courthouse with his hands bound tightly in heavy rope and his mouth gagged.
Dried blood clogged up his nostrils and he was shoved face down on the straw mattress, making it difficult to breath. He couldn't see - though he couldn't exactly remember why - and his ears were bleeding enough that everything was muffled. Bile burned the back of his throat, but he'd already thrown up once and that had only earned him more discomfort. He knew better. What the Military Police had done to him made the beating he'd received back in the courtroom all those weeks earlier seem like nothing.
Levi never intended to kill Eren. These soldiers wanted nothing more.
The MP had no such lofty ideals as those held dear by the Survey Corps. Eren was only a reminder of their failure, now a symbol that served only to emphasize that they'd somehow missed a traitor amidst their own ranks. It was so much worse that Erwin Smith was the one who had to point it out, rub their faces in it. Eren's healing abilities made him their toy, they do their worst and Eren was good as new a few hours later so it could start all over again.
Most of them actually wanted Eren dead in Annie's place, as it was the only justice they could seem to afford. He was everything they hated - titan and the Scouting Legion's personal pet. Zacklay had other ideas though, seeming to seeing whatever it was the Legion saw in him and Eren wasn't sure what he believed anymore. He was Humanity's Hope or maybe just another well placed pawn waiting to fulfill his purpose. As long as he was contained, they would keep him alive, and he remained their secret weapon just waiting for the right opportunity. None of that meant they needed him in one piece.
His mind flashed back to the present where his hands were roughly cut from the ropes on his wrists and the knife nicked his arm.
"Fuck, watch that. He's still bleeding everywhere."
Eren wanted to get up and fight because he was free now and his mind was still awake somewhere beneath the haze of pain and blood. He just didn't have much fight left in him, his body wouldn't move no matter how he hard willed it. Eren felt desperately helpless, secluded, and unable to recognize any of the voices around him, a feeling both foreign and terrifying. He was utterly lost. The smell of mildew beneath the scent of his own blood told him he was back in the dungeon cell, but he could be certain of little else. He was without even the proper energy to panic.
He was missing three fingers, he knew that much, but the full extent of damage on his body was difficult to gauge by himself. He thought about Mikasa always fussing over every bruise or scratch that marred his skin, and for the first time he missed her comforting touch. No one had touched him gently in a very long while – they'd in fact done such a number on him that he wasn't healing fast enough, his wounds constantly open and painful.
"Shit. If he dies, Dawk will have your fucking head."
Eren had no idea how much time had passed since he’d been surrendered like a piece of property to be passed around. He remembered them coming into the holding room to take him into custody. He remembered seeing the uncharacteristic outrage on Levi's passive face when the guards entered the room and also the calm acceptance that came quickly after. He remembered Commander Erwin standing there behind them, still as stone, watching everything unfold with a straight face. He remembered the remorse in his eyes for as little as it was worth. Everything after that ran together, hands and blood and angry words.
"I'm not taking the fall for this. And don't leave him like that! He's gonna fucking choke."
A hand grabbed Eren's hair, nails carelessly scraping across his scalp, and he was roughly pulled up from the mattress. He couldn't decide which part of his body hurt the most, but every it stung even when he thought he was beyond feeling. They left his mouth stuffed with the wet cloth but repositioned him on his side and retied his wrists with fresh rope. His cheek rested against the pillow, wet from his saliva and blood and maybe tears.
Then the voices trailed off and the door clanked shut, locking him alone with the silent stone walls. He was left there, still struggling to breathe and coughing against the fabric between his teeth. He didn't know when they would be back, but he knew they would. They always came back.
He didn't know what was going on outside his cell. He'd heard plenty about how Annie was named their enemy and how she'd gone missing, though he was still confused. He wasn't a traitor and neither was she. He knew the Military Police thought they were working together, that Eren was to made an example of in her place because they were both monsters, but everything was twisted around. He and Annie were both good people and he didn't get how no one could understand. He wanted to know why no one would sit down and explain it to him. He wanted them to understand. He wanted to make sure Mikasa, Armin, Captain Levi, and everyone understood. He'd only stopped screaming about it when cut out his tongue.
They told him the Scouting Legion gave up on him, that they didn't want such a liability on their hands any longer.
Eren was starting to believe them.
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There was a cold rain falling when Erwin arrived in the heart of Stohess. He was relying far too heavily on intuition and a lack of rationality to feel the confidence that typically guided his actions, but he was also running out of time. He'd waited three days, contemplating over the best course of action while dodging Mikasa Ackerman's continuous pleas to do something quicker. He still hadn't decided if he was making the best decision, with the weight of responsibility leaning on their current actions. It wasn't unfathomable to think the Military Police might be better suited to guard Eren since it was clear now that their enemy was intent on taking him.
Doubt was fortunately not something that could deter Erwin Smith in even the most trying of times. He knew he had to bring Eren back and the less people involved, the better. His correspondence with Nile was enough to know Eren wasn’t being treated fairly under the circumstances and Erwin detected enough of the restraint in Nile’s messages to know matters were likely worse than he let on.
Erwin was careful not to let the information slip to anyone else, only assuaging Eren's companions by emphasizing he was confident in Eren’s safety. It wasn't a lie - Eren was too valuable for Zacklay to pilfer away, but Erwin also knew. Though other opportunities would manifest as time passed, Erwin decided to act in spite of logical methodology. Perhaps it was only the remaining sliver of humanitarianism left somewhere in the recess of his mind, but he woke that morning knowing he was going to bring Eren back regardless of any and all misgivings and against the concern that if they could only wait it out just a little longer, then a better chance would come. Erwin was not going to wait.
It remained his plan alone and even Hange, Mike and Levi were left in the dark. Erwin would do his best to make sure his actions didn't come back against the whole of the Scouting Legion, but he also knew they would take some serious hits regardless of how he went about things. Taking Eren back was an act he wouldn’t be able to smooth over once done and he was ready for it. He continued to mentally map out the timeline for how long it would take before the police and lawmakers pieced it together and went after all the Legion officers to find out where he hid Eren. They would have no idea.
Erwin knew they’d start with Levi, and then arrest him when he didn’t cooperate. Mike would be next and then Hange. They knew well enough who Erwin kept in close confidence and they knew how to press the right buttons. The list would grow long and Erwin was also aware of how wrong it could go. He was prepared for any number of scenarios, which included imprisonment and even torture, and there remained a steady likelihood that someone would lose their life. He strongly preferred it was his own, but there was no way to be sure, that being the one series of events he remained unable to properly set in order.
Saving Eren would have to be worth it.
He thought on conversations they'd had with Eren's companions the night before, evading their insistence on going in immediately. It was more than personal.
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Hange knew the drill, said exactly what Erwin expected them to say. "Right. We are confident the Military Police will keep Eren alive. We are making arrangements -"
"With all due respect Squad Leader, it's been three days." Mikasa's voice was a sharp step on thin ice. "Who knows what they've done to him."
Levi was too impatient. He didn't want to wait either, but Erwin trusted him to make the right argument. "Listen. Even if we managed to get through their defenses and take Eren back by force, that wouldn't solve much. That would just make the Scouting Legion the new target. We can't afford to be disbanded at a time like this, and that's all assuming we could get away with it in the first place which is unlikely. Think about the bigger picture."
"Eren is safe for the time being," he cut in when her ire turned on Levi. Erwin knew to only speak when he could convey the confidence he needed. The panic in her eyes hadn't quelled since they'd informed her Eren was handed back over, but the look that crossed her features that evening told Erwin she would remain quiet. She was a good soldier.
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He still didn't dare tell her what he really knew. He didn't tell her that they were beating Eren every night and that no one was lifting a finger to stop it. He wouldn't tell her until after they had him back. She could rail at him all she wanted when that time came, but not a minute sooner. Erwin had to focus on the bigger picture too.
Evening was approaching and he was cold and wet by the time he reached the police headquarters, the long jacket over his uniform splattered with mud and the inside of his boots sloshed with water. It wasn't hard to explain his presence in Stohess with their most recent expedition only just completed and the very real finalized reports tucked safely in a folder under his arm. There was no need for false pretenses or an elaborate cover. Although it was well known Erwin was unhappy at handing Eren back over, there was no real suspicion that he would jeopardize this much to circumvent the governmental handling of a fifteen-year-old boy.
The Military Police may not think highly of Erwin, but they recognized that he was a profoundly fair man in most circumstances. He was strict and regarded rank with the utmost respect and that reputation was solidly in place. Erwin had never been more thankful for his notoriety with the world since at face value he was an honest person all the way through.
Making his way into their headquarters roused little suspicion since he was a fixed component with the highest ranked officials. He nodded cordially to soldiers who recognized him and walked as confidently as always, shouldering the weight of his actions to come. For the first order of business, he dropped off the final with the young soldier covering the last shift in the administration office, apologizing for the water droplets across the folder. His timing was perfect, nearing the end of the workday as soldiers shuffled around to leave for the night.
She smiled sweetly at him – she always did – and he chatted politely, pulling her into a mundane conversation. From the corner of his eye, he watched the other officers file out around them, heading home for the evening and the cadets toward the dining hall.
He apologized for keeping her late and assured her he’d walk himself out. Making his way to Eren's cell would be the easy part.
Perhaps out of a guilty conscious, Nile provided Erwin’s opening for him. An error in the paperwork left an unmanned shift in Eren’s watch duty and Erwin was advised the guards had been lax in locking his cell – an early indication they were being sloppy or simply debilitating Eren so badly they didn’t see him as any sort of flight risk.
His window of opportunity made everything less complicated. He was grateful Nile was putting his neck on the line, though he wished they hadn’t been in this situation to begin with. Erwin pulled his jacket closer and kept his gaze focused straight ahead as he moved toward the stairwell, thankful most soldiers had already left for the evening to beat the heavy rain.
He was increasingly aware that with every step down the dark and winding stairwell that he was throwing away his career and possibly condemning the entirety of the Legion with him. Taking Eren from the government's sentence was tantamount to treason. He was still undeterred despite the nagging suspicion that this was going to come down on all of them in the worst possible way. He knew how unlikely it was that even Nile would escape blame and the question remained how harsh would his punishment be. His role was small but he had more to lose on a personal level than anyone else. Even Erwin knew that counted for something. This was the last favor he could ask for some time to come.
As advised, the door to Eren's cell wasn't locked. Erwin breathed a sigh of relief - a brief respite before he walked into the cell. The moment Erwin saw Eren curled up on his cot in the dark corner of his cell, he knew his decision to save Eren was the right one. His mistake was that he'd waited too long.
Eren was naked and his hands bound together and tied to a plumbing pipe next to his mattress that was strewn on the floor. The fact that hempen rope was successfully containing him was clear evidence of how badly they'd hurt him – Erwin had already witnessed how hard it was to contain Eren’s sheer aggression. He was rendered defenseless and meek, no longer the strong willed boy they stole from the Military Police weeks before.
There was steam rising from his body, where he was healing - his hands, his back, his inner thighs - and he remained unresponsive as Erwin pulled open the door. He saw the blood stains peppering the straw mattress and smelled the raw scent of urine.
There was a pang of indignation that Nile let it go this far, that this was so much worse than Erwin even imagined. Nile's sacrifice to give Erwin this opening suddenly wasn't enough, and that thread of gratefulness snapped apart. Erwin was furious.
It was not the time nor place to stir up trouble though, so his anger hardened as he set to focus on the next steps. He needed to move Eren out and somewhere safe as quickly as possible. He shrugged off his long rain jacket, thankful the wool lining was dry and warm, and laid it across Eren's body. He stirred slightly but didn't wake, for which Erwin was honestly grateful.
He pulled out a worn pocketknife from the jacket and roughly sawed through the rope, hoping to make it look like Eren chewed through on his own. The longer they kept the police of the right trail, the better. He was no longer mournful that Nile would take the fall for the unlocked cell door and absence of a guard.
Eren's wrists bled again as Erwin peeled off the rope, where his skin healed around the threads was cut open once again as the rope was torn off. Erwin paused to glance around the dim cell, frustrated now that the reality was setting in. The need to get Eren out was never stronger though, and Erwin would have to act carefully to make sure they escaped without detection.
He woke only when Erwin placed an arm under his shoulder to lift him from the bed and wrap his jacket more tightly around his torso. When his eyes opened, he tried to maneuver out of Erwin’s grasp, his body curling in and on itself.
Erwin let loose and held his hands up, “Eren, it’s me.” He waited for recognition to finally cross Eren’s face. “We’re going somewhere safe. Can you stand?”
Eren nodded, his face taking on its normal annoyed expression. “I-I’m fine,” he muttered, looking surprised at the weak state of his own voice. Erwin held out a hand and let Eren reach out to him before pulling him off of the mattress, letting Eren lean on him when his knees wobbled beneath him.
“Where,” Eren started, his voice still cracking painfully, “Where are the others?”
“They’re waiting for us to return, back at headquarters,” Erwin supplied. He glanced briefly at Eren’s confused expression, seeing him silently question why Erwin himself was here to remove him from his cell with his own hands. There would be time to explain later.
Their trek back up the stairs was slow and Erwin was oddly attuned to the soft sound of Eren’s bare feet on the stone steps. Dinner at the barracks was ending soon and a guard would return, Erwin figured they had about forty five minutes to get as far out as they could. He managed to avoid any lingering soldiers in the hallway and walked Eren right out the main door of the courthouse.
He was glad for the heavy rain falling across the streets of Stohess, veiling their exit so it was almost too conveniently invisible in the darkness.
Erwin Smith knew he may have just gambled away everything he’d spent his life working for, but he would keep Eren alive regardless of what else came to be. He kept an arm protectively on his shoulder as they wandered through the wet streets. Making his way to Eren's cell was the easy part.
So I know modern AU is really not my thing... but I confess I've always kinda-sorta wanted to write an ereri reincarnation fic. I feel like it's pointless because there's already 249218 reincarnation fics out there... but I want to write one where everything is all flipped around.
Like Eren is born earlier and is older than Levi. They both have memories BUT they were never lovers in their past life. They end up falling in love in this life because they are the only ones who remember - and end up connecting over it. (I don't know how I want to address the other characters yet).
I'm thinking maybe Levi had feelings for Eren in the past life but never confessed or did anything about it because he had serious reservations about the appropriateness of their relationship and he still felt guilty over the trial, etc. (As I've been having discussions about pining!Levi and pining!Levi is great).
Or maybe there wasn't anything between them at all. Maybe they both ended up with different people. Who knows. I do think I definitely want to write it so Eren at least, never considered Levi romantically in their past life and just saw him as a mentor. Then everything changes when he gets to know Levi under completely different circumstances.
I also kinda want teacher!Eren and student!Levi because I'm gross. And apparently you can't take the taboo shit away from me.
But I'm curious... would anyone even want to read this???? Has this been done?? I don't read much AU... ;__;
Will you be continuing "discretion" :3? I love your work btw xx
Thank you, anon!
The bad news is I don’t know when that will happen (sorry!). Chapter 4 is almost complete but I’m having doubts about what I’d planned to have happen at the end of that chapter. If I stick with the current plan, there should only be 1 or 2 more chapters after that, but it’s possible I might end up re-working the fic.
Pairing: Eren/Levi
Warnings: (dominant) BottomLevi, Canon Compliant (no age manipulation), possible Abuse of Authority
Rating: Explicit
There would be time to consider the consequences later. It was only the first night.
[From an anon prompt -- Eren and Levi trying to keep their relationship a secret in canonverse.]
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It was an urban legend of sorts. The others refused to even believe it when Eren let it slip years down the line. Eren himself wouldn't believe it if he hadn't experienced it first hand.
Levi never asked, never said anything, not even once. It wasn't that Eren expected him to, but it caused such a shift in his paradigm of Levi that it felt worth discussing. Levi was simultaneously distant and starved for affection, afraid to ask and terrified to give. Eren wondered how many people knew, how many people had done that for him. Eren was the one who wanted to ask but never gathered the courage.
Their relationship was like glass. If Eren said too much or pushed too hard he knew without any doubt that it would shatter. Levi was someone who liked to dictate what others thought of him. Eren only knew what Levi deemed him worthy of knowing and even that was told under careful restraint. Levi communicated in silence, his words only serving to fill some void when others were around, and Eren clumsily learned how to handle him from his body language alone. In that regard, Levi was always very direct.
He kept Eren around because he wanted him there. When they went to sleep at night, Levi always crawled into bed late after he spent another hour or two on paperwork after they finished messing around. Levi would eventually curl up in the bed, after the room went dark, facing Eren. He actively positioned Eren, along with his arms, exactly where he wanted them. He liked one of Eren's hands in his hair, the other beneath his arm and around his back. He liked to keep his head tucked just below Eren's chin, hairs tickling his throat. He hooked his right leg around Eren's left and his arms were always tight around Eren's waist, as though he thought he wanted to keep him pinned there forever. If Eren dare stopped the threading of his fingers through Levi's hair too soon, then Levi would nudge Eren's thigh with his knee, hard enough to bruise.
They stayed like that in the too-small bed night after night, to the sound of insects outside and the breeze rattling through the window. Eren always fell asleep first and for a long time he'd never caught Levi napping. Sometimes he woke to find Levi had moved, sitting up in the bed with his hand gently brushing through Eren's hair and across his forehead. He'd stop if he noticed Eren was awake and Eren became quite good at pretending to sleep. For those short few weeks in the castle, it was Eren’s favorite part. He sometimes wished it could have stayed like that longer since it was easy to forget all the things he shouldn't forget, during those nights.
But each morning, Levi woke Eren precisely two hours before daybreak and he walked Eren back down to his room in the basement. Their hands sometimes brushed together in the silent stairwell as they walked side by side, and it was the last contact they'd share until nightfall. They did well to keep their secret and Eren was back at his door each following night.
It was an easy routine. A predictable one.
In the light of day, Levi barely acknowledged Eren and only he felt his heart flutter when Levi entered the room, felt his hands grow sweaty and his skin heat up. Levi made it look so easy. They'd glance at each other in the hallways or occasionally over the dining table. Sometimes Levi openly stared at him when no one else was looking, something like longing lingering behind the penitence his eyes. Those moments were rare, the space in the castle was always bustling once headquarters was full of soldiers and all the new recruits. They were still like strangers in daylight.
As the days ticked by, Levi was around even less and checking back in his room much later. Eren worked hard to make himself look inconspicuous when he paced the officers hallway after dark, waiting for Levi's light to shine under his doorway. There were so many meetings with Erwin, Mike, and Hange, working out the final kinks of the upcoming expedition and Levi was constantly troubled. He stopped showing up for dinner at some point, but the rest of the squad were mostly kind to Eren by then. Especially Petra with her big brown eyes and gentle smile. It was nice to no longer feel so alone.
Eren liked her, but Petra was Levi's favorite and no one would ever convince him otherwise. It wasn't that Eren was jealous exactly, since Levi's fondness didn't appear to be rooted in any sort of romantic inclination. At least, he hoped. It was bothersome simply because everyone saw it. Levi was never a gentle person, but he spoke to her in a softer tone and not once asked her to clean a room twice. Eren was still insufficient in so many ways and everyone knew Levi was partial to her. Eren heard he went to her for advice sometimes, the way Eren liked to relay his fears on Levi, and that made his stomach pinch just a little.
He really just wanted everyone to know that Levi was his, selfish as it was.
He carried on though. He spent his free time Mikasa, Armin, and the others, which wasn't an unfair trade in the scheme of things. He worried about them and it was nice to be with them, to see their smiles in spite of everything. It helped him feel like things were normal and he knew it was too late; he couldn't change that they chose the Survey Corps any more than he could change the powers he'd been given or the mistakes he'd made or the ones he'd yet to make. His was always a heavy burden to carry. He had to make do.
He sometimes spoke about it to Levi at night as he was falling asleep. Levi always listened.
Eren repeatedly told himself their relationship didn't mean much, that temporary companionship was simply a fleeting gift and nothing more. Very few members of the Corp openly dated, but 'arrangements' seemed relatively common. This was just the way things worked in their line of work.
Levi taught Eren the value of being rational. Someday Levi would tire of him and maybe he of Levi. One or both of them would die. Those were things that could not be stopped. Stories like theirs were not meant to have a happily ever after, but Eren was never one for fairy tales. He convinced himself of all these things every morning as he washed up in his underground quarters, the feel of Levi's lips still imprinted on his skin.
Part of him never believed it, but he knew they couldn't stay like that forever.
He once tried to subtly nag Hange for information about Levi - he was suddenly curious about how often Levi sought casual companionship - but it turned out Hange wasn’t nearly the gossip that Petra was. All he got were musings on Levi's infinite neurosis, as Hange liked to call it. Hange’s raised eyebrow also told Eren he might have gone too far, let on too much with his Levi-centric curiosity, but nothing ever came of it. Hange was easily distracted and Eren was not above using his titan abilities to change the subject.
The squad proved a little more difficult. Mikasa and Armin, even harder. Mikasa hated Levi back then, didn’t like it when Eren so much as said something nice about him. She didn't think Eren should have been assigned to Levi's squad in the first place, that it was irresponsible of Commander Erwin to allow it after what Levi had done. She reminded him all the time. Armin was a little more intuitive and seemed to sense something more was off, but he never voiced anything to Eren directly and Eren was always thankful for that. Erd commented once that Levi warmed up to Eren unusually fast and Gunther agreed. Petra casually pointed out that Levi had been acting a little different since Eren showed up, that he must really like Eren.
Oluo was the worst.
On a particularly warm day, Oluo had the misfortune to catch Eren staring at Levi quite gratuitously while he was making laps, shirtless. It must have been obvious on his face because Eren was caught off guard by Oluo's vocal sound of disgust beside him. Eren tried to ignore him and returned to the pile of laundry he was sorting through. It wasn't enough.
"Captain Levi would never be interested in a snot-nosed brat like you," he said, voice dripping with disgust. "Someone like him, he’d only go for a beautiful woman and don’t think for a minute he can’t get one. So you better keep it in your pants unless you want it cut off."
Eren really wanted to tell Oluo a thing or two.
Or ten.
He was tempted to tell Oluo every single one of the things he felt privileged to know. The face Levi made when he hit an orgasm. How it felt to be inside him. The feel of Levi's grip tugging at his hair.
For all his big talk, Oluo really didn’t seem to know much about his Captain.
But Levi was a private man after all so Eren held his tongue, angry as it made him. It wasn't so bad, he reasoned, having that side of Levi all to himself.
The vehement defense of Levi's sexuality made more sense some days later. Eren was cleaning the dining hall with Petra after their rotation on lunch duty when one of the lower ranking squads' members wandered in. He was a lanky older soldier by the name of Galaviz, who as it turned out wouldn't be around much longer. Eren didn't know him and didn't like him from the moment he stepped through the doorway. He seemed a little too curious about Eren, the Survey Corps prize possession - in the same way as a sideshow attraction at a town festival. Eren learned the hard way that not everyone in the Survey Corps were heroes, that some just wanted the bragging rights.
He teased Petra for a long while once he'd bored of asking Eren gratuitous questions about his abilities - none of which Eren could answer. Their conversation was background noise until Galaviz decided to go after their captain.
"So darling, are you hoping to earn points by making nice with Levi's new pet? You think he's gonna warm up to your cunt because you make a good impression? He's probably already fucked the boy ten times over."
Petra swung her head around so fast Eren thought her neck would snap. Galaviz laughed harder at her reaction and Eren tensed. He didn't know, there was no way he knew.
"Come on. Everyone knows Levi's a fucking fag." he said, mocking laughter in his voice. "He's been trying to suck Erwin's dick for years."
"Shut up!" Petra's voice was unusually shrill. "He's not like that!"
Eren's hands clenched around the broom in his hands. He was trembling, his jaw tight and his body shaking. He had to watch his temper. A flare up these days could land him in prison or worse, if he blew up at the wrong person. He was fortunate Petra rattled on in his place, shockingly terse with her words. She could be a little spitfire when she wanted to.
He thought then, that must be why Levi favors her, although Eren didn't exactly like the way she fought that battle - like the thought of Levi going to bed with another man was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard. He supposed he couldn't blame her, but he finished sweeping his corner of the room in silence while they continued to argue. When finished, he left the room unnoticed, his hands in fists quietly at his sides. There were plenty of other things whispered about Levi that Eren became innately attuned to, some flattering and some not. Some that made him jealous. Some that hit too close to home. Some he'd never dream of repeating.
He wondered if Levi knew about the rumors. He wondered how much of it was true.
Levi wasn't exactly predictable. Sex with him was never quite what Eren imagined it would be. He often thought about the series of sexual encounters he'd had back in the dorms, mostly wandering hands under bed sheets with nameless, forgotten cadets in the dark - girls with their rounded bodies and softer skin. Then that one exceedingly awkward incident fumbling with Armin behind a storage shed. All his past experiences were spur of the moment and the reasons and motivations forgotten soon after.
But Levi was different in every way. He knew what he wanted, knew what he liked. He had no soft edges.
He did have some odd habits. Sometimes he'd have Eren lie down and he'd silently trace a line across each of Eren's arms and then each of his legs, as though he was mapping out where he'd cut if he ever actually had to slice Eren out of his titan. Other times he'd trail his hand down Eren's face and around his neck, pressing thumb and forefinger firmly against his pulse. His hand fit eerily well around the curve of his throat. He enjoyed watching Eren's face, looking for any sign of fear, satisfied when there was none. Eren was never afraid.
On the night before the 57th expedition, Eren was on his knees working between Levi's legs. Levi sat in that uncomfortable wooden chair, pulled out to the middle of the room, shirtless and with his jeans pushed low past his hips. For some reason he didn't want Eren behind his desk. He was weird about things like that.
Everyone had retired early, resting up for the start of the expedition. The castle was unusually quiet. Eren glanced up at Levi, lips and tongue gliding along his length and his fingers pushing aside Eren's bangs. Levi liked to watch.
"Slower," he said, his voice hard as the stone floor. "I like it slow."
Occasionally Levi also liked to state the obvious. Eren still followed his instructions, his tongue caressing the tip, slow and careful. Levi’s hand continued to trace the side of Eren’s face, down to his jawline. His other arm was slung across the back of the chair, his hungry eyes watching Eren critically. Eren liked looking up at him from that angle, especially as Levi broke their gaze and tilted his head back. The pale skin of his exposed throat glimmered in the candlelight. Eren rubbed himself through his pants - still kneeling there in full uniform - watching Levi come undone, just a little.
"There you go," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.
There was something to be said about watching Levi like that and he understood just a little why Levi always liked watching him. He swallowed around Levi's cock and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his jeans. Levi lifted his hips so Eren could finish undressing him, something Eren wouldn't have gotten away with five days earlier. Levi was steadily growing more comfortable with Eren taking initiative.
Levi spread his legs further apart in an obvious invitation. Eren squeezed his fingers between the crease of his ass, pressed against the chair. As his fingers teased along the edge of his hole, Eren brought his mouth down lower and planted an open-mouthed kiss to his inner thigh and then ran his tongue on his balls. Eren was initially thrown off that Levi apparently shaved. Everything. But it wasn't a bad deal. Levi always smelled freshly clean as well, like he made a point to wash himself up in preparation for Eren's visit each night. The thought was oddly endearing.
He worked his way back to Levi's cock just as his finger slipped inside. Eren could tell Levi was already getting close by the quickness of his breath. "Do you want to come, sir?"
"Yes Eren." His reply came out sounding entirely exasperated, a tone that was almost comical in their current situation. It wasn’t sexy at all, more like Eren had just asked the single dumbest question Levi had ever heard - which was stupid because Eren was honestly inquiring.
Levi usually liked to hold off, liked to watch Eren get off before he did. Some nights that was all he wanted.
But tonight was different, it seemed. So Eren set back to work, trying to wipe the glare off Levi’s face, not bothering to hide the irritation showing through his own face. It didn't take long, just sucking and rolling his tongue around. Levi gripped his hair and pushed his head to the pace he wanted. He repositioned himself on the chair, rolling his hips forward, silently asking Eren to add another finger.
Eren promptly pushed into Levi harder, twisting his fingers and looking for that bundle of nerves. Levi could be finicky some nights, particular about how Eren touched him. He learned to always be very careful, to use caution, and wait for Levi to tell him - always without words.
His fist tightened in Eren's hair just before he came. It wasn't meant to be a warning, simply an involuntary reaction and a subtle one at that; Levi could be eerily quiet and still when he hit his peak. It was no bother. Eren liked it because it was so inherently Levi. He twisted his fingers one last time as Levi released against the back of his throat. Eren never minded because there was something weirdly satisfying about knowing he'd devoured a part of his captain.
He removed his fingers slowly, releasing Levi's slick cock at the same time. Levi was still stark naked, legs wide and arm still strung over the back of the chair. Eren was visibly hard against the front of his pants, waiting for Levi to make the next move.
Levi asked Eren to stand and looped a finger under his belt, pulling him a step forward. His expression was dark and his voice sharp; it never took him very long to recover from an orgasm. "Get undressed and in my bed. Now."
Eren easily recognized the sound of an order. He grinned, knowing their game well by then. "Yes, Captain."
He earned himself a crooked smirk before Levi nudged him and he shuffled to the opposite side of the room to start peeling off all his layers of clothing. Boots first and then the leathers. Levi was behind him tossing the vial of oil on the bed and tugging at Eren's pants while he pulled up his shirt. He kissed along Eren's hipbone and down his outer thigh as he pushed down his jeans. His hand wedged between Eren's legs and he fell forward, hands flat on the mattress. Levi’s hesitance from their first few nights had long since faded. It was enough to make Eren forget that what they were doing was wrong.
The fearlessness of their companionship was also a thin desperation. Everyone thought he was callous, but Levi actually carried a certain restlessness about him that never seemed quite sated. Though he liked to take things slow and keep everything under his careful control, that need was barely contained and constantly threatening to rip at the seams. As he shoved Eren further up on the bed - hands firm and sure, crawling behind him kissing the back of his neck - Eren thought about seeing it finally come loose. He thought about Levi relinquishing that thin veil of control and unraveling like a tightly wound spring.
Levi flipped him over with ease, always proving how much stronger he was than he looked. He had no such trouble as Eren thought of him, making Eren fall apart. His tongue and trailed down Eren’s stomach, all the way to the downy hairs on his lower abdomen, making promises and threats as he went. Eren would never minded his power. That power was precisely why he chose him.
When Levi abruptly took Eren in his mouth, he couldn't help the strangled gasp or the involuntary buck of his hips. Levi gave a quiet slap against his hip -- Too loud. Don't move. Eren set his jaw and fisted his hands in the sheets, like always. This was Levi's favorite part. He moved slowly up and down Eren's length, just as he liked done to himself. It was torture for Eren, both pleasant and frustrating. It never felt like quite enough.
Only when he finally decided Eren's suffering was complete, he shifted to his back and pulled Eren on top of him, kissing him and scraping his nails down his back. The next few minutes were jumbled together, a mess of skin and legs and slick oil. Levi was on his back with his legs around Eren's waist, positioning himself so his hips were off the mattress and Eren was poised right at his opening. He didn't let Eren finger him, wanted to skip right to the main course.
"Go a little hard tonight," he said,
Eren pursed his lips and nodded. Levi was more riled up than usual.
The angle was weird. Eren pushed inside Levi with a single thrust. He kept his eyes trained on the man beneath him and watched the part of his lips and the crease of his brow. His eyes shut for a brief moment and his breath stuttered.
"Does it hurt, sir?" Eren asked. Levi gave him an acidic look.
"It feels like you fucking belong inside me," he grit out, pain etched on his face despite his words. "Now shut the fuck up."
Eren held in his smile and sealed his lips. He started moving, sure to keep his gaze centered on Levi below him. He was getting better at controlling himself and maintaining the steady pace that Levi preferred. He was more comfortable with the continuous eye contact. It was becoming normal, comforting and familiar. That was something to hold on to.
"Deeper."
The bed creaked beneath them.
"Sir -- Someone might hear."
A door shut down the hall.
Levi shushed him and that was that. He'd later figure out that Levi didn't actually care if everyone in the entire Corp knew he was getting laid, so long as no one knew it was Eren. So he let the bed creak.
Levi had a solid grip on his shoulder, nails digging into his arm when he wanted Eren to go harder, faster. Something felt different. Levi came more quickly than usual, visibly agitated he had to continue to lie there with it splattered on his own stomach for those final two minutes until Eren finished. Enjoying the afterglow was something he was never good at.
But Levi followed him straight to bed after washing up that night, not bothering with finalizing any reports. Eren figured everything must have been already set to go, their mission just hours away. They curled up in the usual position. Eren fell asleep quickly.
Levi roused Eren later, with a firm squeeze to his shoulder. Eren groaned and tried to bury his head deeper in Levi's pillow. It felt too early, their time together too short. Eren didn't know what awaited them outside the walls in only a few hours time. He really wanted to keep sleeping.
Levi squeezed his shoulder again and Eren forced his eyes open to the dark room. The bed was so warm. He felt heat radiating from Levi behind him.
"I'm up, I'm up," he said groggily. Maybe he had time for a short nap once he returned to his room. He rolled over onto his other side, trying to seek out Levi's figure in the shadows.
He was surprised when Levi found him first, kissed him, and his hands all over Eren's bare skin in an instant. In between the insistence of Levi's tongue and the burning trail of his fingers, Eren tried to speak. Levi was really worked up.
"W-what time is it?" he asked, still thrown off. "Aren't the others going to be up soon?"
"It's only been two hours since you fell asleep," Levi murmured, his voice vibrating against Eren's throat. He was shifting downward under the blankets, his hand dipping below Eren's waistband.
Eren's stomach knotted. Levi wasn't normally quite so voracious despite everything. The urgency he’d sensed earlier was heavier, more intense and harder to downplay. He was about to ask Levi what set him off, why he was so hard-up -
"I want another go," Levi said, like it wasn't obvious. Eren tried to steady his features, but Levi probably couldn't see it in the dark anyway. "Inside you," he added.
Eren swallowed. That was less obvious. He'd dreamed about Levi fucking him plenty of times so it wasn't exactly a problem, but he felt suddenly nervous under Levi’s expectant stare. It seemed to come out of nowhere. Levi hadn't so much as mentioned it before.
"Yeah," Eren replied, biting the inside of his cheek.
Levi starting kissing Eren's chest, fingers feather light and working their way down his back and toward his ass. Eren ran a hand through his hair when he bit against Eren's skin and traced circles with his tongue. Still under the cover of the blanket, the actions felt more private and more contained. It was intimate in a new way.
Levi shoved is knee between Eren's thighs and pushed his legs apart and Eren held in a whimper. Levi could pull any reaction out of him with such ease. He re-oiled his hands and inched his middle finger closer to Eren's hole. He traced his finger almost delicately around the edge, teasing Eren, biting at his neck, and pressing his groin against Eren's abdomen.
Eren's mind was already filled with visions of how it was going to happen, how Levi would feel inside him. He thought of how it might hurt, of how much he thought he might like it. Levi could do anything he wanted.
He maneuvered Eren so he was turned back around and pulled Eren's hips back against his groin. Levi was still dressed in his bedclothes, the soft fabric of his over-sized sweater warm between his chest and Eren's bare back. Eren was always fond of the feel of Levi's skin against his own, but there was something strangely intimate and comfortable about this as well. This wasn't just his Levi, this was the Levi everyone knew.
He gripped Eren's hips harder and continued to guide him as he rutted against Eren's backside. The room felt smaller in the dark, the hallways silent. They were both serenaded only by the sound of their own breathing.
"I'm ready." Levi said. lips pressed against his shoulder.
Eren gave a soft affirmation and Levi sat up on his knees. He pushed Eren back down onto his side when he tried to roll over, and ignored the confused look Eren gave him. He was lifting Eren's leg and then placing it back down. He looked distracted and intent, like he was studying how Eren was pieced together. Like he was deciding how to take Eren apart.
"Are you scared?" Levi asked.
"Of you?"
Levi paused, the silence telling more than his words. Eren tried to steady his breath. He wasn't afraid of Levi, he trusted him and he knew Levi would stop if he asked. That was enough. He nodded and turned his head over his shoulder. He looked at Levi's calm face in the moonlight. Eren wanted no secrets between them.
Levi remained clothed, only pushed his pants down far enough to expose himself. He squeezed Eren's hip, either a comforting gesture or a means to keep Eren stilled in his position on his side. Levi pushed inside Eren, past the tight ring of muscles, in slow motion. His hand kneaded the flesh of Eren’s thigh uselessly. Eren bit the pillow to keep from crying out.
There had been so many times in Eren’s life that he truly believed he was going to die. It hurt, like he thought it would. He felt exposed and helpless. He wanted nothing more than to cry out. He couldn’t remember anything else ever making him feel so alive.
“Eren.”
He looked up at Levi, his body shaking and his lungs begging for more air. For that one moment, he saw about a hundred different things in Levi’s eyes. He saw regret, concern, need, and desire.
He saw fear.
“I’m fine,” Eren whispered, his voice unsteady.
He kissed Eren’s shoulder, starting to move inside him slowly. Eren couldn’t help the sounds that slipped out. Levi didn’t stop them.
“If you die tomorrow –“
Eren buried his face in the pillow as Levi’s pace quickened. Levi never did finish his thought, whatever morbid speech he intended, lost along the way. Eren tried to keep looking up at him, fascinated by the way he moved and the bead of sweat falling down is cheek. Levi wasn’t looking at him for once, eyes downcast at where he pushed in and out of Eren’s body.
Eren clawed at the bed, occasionally screaming into the sheets. “It’s good,” he murmured in what he hoped was an acceptable volume, “It’s really good.”
Levi said back, “I know,” and added he wanted Eren to come just like that, that he wasn’t going to touch him. That he wouldn’t let Eren touch himself.
To Eren’s surprise, it worked. He came faster than he expected – he came on Levi’s bed. After Levi released inside him, he dragged Eren to the bathroom and cleaned him himself. They changed the sheets. They went back to bed.
Before the morning came, Levi woke Eren again for round three. Then round four. Eren witnessed Levi asleep for the first time sometime early in the morning.
They were late leaving Levi’s quarters that morning, the sun already up. Levi somehow brought Eren downstairs without anyone knowing the wiser. They had no breakfast. Levi was acting like himself again.
Eren was completely exhausted as his horse prodded down the cobblestone street in the morning light. Maybe it was better that way. He felt strangely relaxed - and a little sore. He watched Levi's back, straight and proud, as their procession made its way through town. He glanced to the families and children gathering around to see them out. The moment felt surreal.
As they reached the gate, Eren glanced to Petra at his side. She'd seemed in a bad mood all morning, which was especially unusual for her. She caught Eren's gaze, a flash of concern in her eyes. "You look tired, Eren. Couldn't sleep?" On instinct Eren looked at Levi's back ahead of him and then back to Petra, nodding. He felt his face heating up and hands tightening around the reigns, in spite of himself. Her head tilted. She looked toward Levi, then back at Eren. He saw the line of her lips tighten. He saw her eyes go wide.
Then the gate was opened. She would never have the chance to ask.
The next few hours would forever remain a blur in Eren's mind. The things he remembered were not always what seemed obvious. Breaking tree limbs. Levi's arm around his waist. Mikasa's voice, distressed and somewhere far away where Eren couldn't reach her. The dip of a wagon cart beneath his back. A smile.
"Captain Levi trusts you enough for that, it seems."
Pairing: Eren/Levi
Warnings: (dominant) BottomLevi, Canon Compliant (no age manipulation), possible Abuse of Authority
Rating: Explicit
There would be time to consider the consequences later. It was only the first night.
[From an anon prompt -- Eren and Levi trying to keep their relationship a secret in canonverse.]
AO3
Things escalated quickly.
Eren found himself inside Levi's bedroom for the first time only nine days after arriving at the castle. He sat there awkward and uncomfortable in front of Levi's immaculately polished solid oak desk while his Captain scribbled in rough scrawl across seemingly endless stacks of papers. The others had gone into town and Eren was left under Levi's direct supervision for the duration of the evening. It was the first time they were alone together. He'd been dreading it all day.
He tried to wait patiently - to calm his desperately pounding heart - while Levi finished whatever he was working on. Eren's only company was the sound of ink scraping across the parchment while he struggled to sit still. His eyes carelessly roamed toward Levi's bed shoved in the back corner of the room - a small, standard military issued cot with non-standard plush rouge colored bedding, meticulously folded and untouched on the mattress. Levi's room had a generally strange aesthetic - an odd mix of basic simplicity and sheer luxury. He didn't appear to own much, but what he did have looked expensive enough Eren was deeply afraid to touch anything.
So he busied himself scanning through the room with his eyes, despite sensing it was probably rude. He found he especially liked watching Levi's hands as he worked, studying the way his fingers gripped the ink quill and moved delicately across the paper. For the third time, he glanced down at the backside of the ceramic picture frame poised alone atop Levi's desk, wondering whose picture it was.
"You're getting along with the squad."
Eren pulled his attention back to Levi and gave a subtle nod, partially hating his interruption. Though Levi had barely spoken to him since the trial, he'd quickly learned Levi had a habit of asking questions that didn't sound anything like questions. He also had a tendency to speak suddenly and without warning when there was nothing to otherwise warrant a conversation - an annoying habit. "I am, sir."
The room went quiet again and Levi resumed his work. A clocked ticked somewhere but Eren couldn't find it. He tried to imagine what Mikasa and Armin were doing, wherever they were. He hoped they were okay.
"You're bored."
Eren frowned and shuffled his feet on the stone floor. Of course he was bored, but it didn't seem polite to say that to his superior officer. "I'm just a little tired, sir."
Levi hummed in response but offered nothing else before returning to his work. Eren felt a sliver of aggravation building inside him and he tried to keep his irritation in check. It would do him no good to mouth off to Levi - something he'd figured that out the moment they first met. So he took a deep breath, let his arms fall to his sides and leaned back in the stiff, wooden chair he'd been allotted. A glance at the window told him it was just past nightfall and he was desperately ready to be given permission to retreat to his quarters, despite how much he hated the dank basement.
He closed his eyes, wishing the time would pass quicker. He had been dreaming often since he'd arrived at the castle, not unpleasantly. He chalked it up to his loneliness, having gone from sleeping in a dorm with thirty other boisterous teenagers to silent stone and brick walls that were two whole floors below the nearest warm body. His mind created companionship out of necessity. This much was easy to understand, even without input from his wiser friends.
What he didn't understand was why it was always Levi that came to him in his sleep.
Something woke inside Eren the moment they removed him from the bustle of the city, just to shove him here in the rural edges of Wall Rose in a place too quiet and too secluded. He craved the one thing he knew with absolute certainty he could never have, should surely not even want. Eren was rarely before even inclined to erotic dreams about men, much less a single specific man stuck in repetition. He'd gone so far as to wonder if this were some strange side effect of his shifting powers. It was an embarrassing secret to hold on to.
If Armin were around, he would explain to Eren why he felt this way. There was surely a logical reason.
Because the debauchery was frightening. The Levi from his dreams was always rough with him; he pulled Eren's hair, grazed his skin with teeth, and maneuvered him into all the positions he wanted. In his dreams, Eren let him do all those things and it always felt so close to real. He would occasionally confuse the two versions of Levi, think he was looking at the Levi from his dreams. It was the distraction Eren never asked for.
"Your face still ain't healed," Levi interjected again, breaking Eren's reverie.
His hand flew up to his cheek, feeling the scrape along his jaw. He'd cut himself on a low hanging branch that morning while helping Oluo gather firewood. It wasn't a big deal. "No, sir," Eren answered, palm still flat on his face, "The small injuries don't seem to heal so fast."
Levi was still staring at him blankly like Eren's answer was wholly insufficient and Eren wasn't sure what else to tell him. He thought they had long since established that Eren didn't know any more about his powers than they did, but Levi had a way of making him feel like he was hiding something. Levi seemed to have that effect on people.
He sighed and stood up, beckoning for Eren to do the same. He followed Levi's odd instruction on shaky legs, wondering why. Levi grabbed something from his drawer and walked over to stand before Eren, looking too put-upon. He grabbed Eren's jaw, tilted his face down, and held him firmly in place. Eren grew nervous when he was this close. He smelled like expensive soap.
"If you're not going to heal on your own then take care of yourself," Levi said, roughly applying a balm to his cut. He sounded irritated but that was nothing new. It was slightly surprising that he was touching Eren.
"It's really not a big deal, sir. Just a cut."
"If it gets infected, it will be. Then you'll be sick and my ass is the line. I don't want to have to explain to Erwin why your corpse is leaving in a body bag because you can't watch where your walking."
"Oh," Eren responded. He felt a little sheepish even though Levi's explanation seemed rather extreme. Disease and infections were something Eren was well aware of being raised by a doctor, but he'd never known anyone to die of a scrape. Levi wasn't someone to argue with though. He still held onto Eren's face, his thumb and forefinger tight against his cheeks. It was a brief mistake when Eren's eyes slipped from Levi's brow and down to his lips. Reminiscing about those dreams was a mistake, Eren realized. He'd righted the indiscretion almost immediately, but it was too late. Levi was not stupid. The momentary twitch of his mouth said everything.
Time stopped and Eren knew his mistake well. Levi regarded him carefully, like he was gauging him and sizing him up. His eyes dropped and then came back. Eren shifted uncomfortably, feeling small and helpless, more cornered than he ever had in his life. Levi gave the impression that he was the predictable type, being so particular about how he wanted things, but that was a farce. Eren never knew what Levi wanted, never knew what he would do. As a result, Eren could not respond to him with aggression. It seemed Levi could render him docile with only the flick of his eyes.
Something passed between them in that strangely tense moment. Eren was certain he didn't imagine it. Despite Levi's cold reticence, there was something there in his unnerving stare, something that Eren had seen before. There was something that flittered in and out of his gaze, always gone as quick as it came. Eren was certain though because he could feel it. Levi looked at him like a predator eyeing his prey and Eren had seen that look before very clearly, meant only for him. He'd seen it that day in the courtroom, even before the first hit he'd landed.
That was the very moment Eren finally understood why it was always Levi. The pieces suddenly clicked together, fitting so perfectly there was no telling how he'd missed it before. This was different and yet not. Levi had a look that made chills run down Eren's spine and heat pool in his belly. What sealed the seal was that Levi responded to him - they both spoke with intentions and actions and less with words and Eren understood that.
Then Levi was so close to him, his fingers slipping from Eren's jaw to his neck and pressed against his pulse. Eren's heart thundered and his fingers twitched at his sides. It was happening before Eren could do anything to stop it, even if he wanted to. There was an intrinsic force and it was unstoppable. Their mouths met. Eren's eyes fluttered closed against the light touch of Levi's chapped lips and the feel of his thumb still sliding down the side of his throat.
Then it was over.
Levi dismissed Eren to his room without saying anything else, no visible change to his stoic face and perpetual frown. They were silence and shadows and Eren felt the heat of Levi's breath long after he was alone in the cold depths of the castle. Eren didn't yet know why such momentum had him hurling down toward this man he should probably hate, why Levi seemed a fixed point blocking his path.
Eren would question things like obsession and fixation and all the consequences of those conditions much later. In those days back at the castle he was only aware of his present. The morning after that first kiss, Levi acted no different and Eren struggled to follow his lead. The squad seemed oblivious and as the days passed, they started to warm up to him and he became less worried. He occasionally wondered if he'd dreamed the feel of Levi's lips on his own, but then he'd catch Levi staring at him when no one else was looking. He was still falling.
Eren was the one who wandered upstairs and knocked at Levi’s door, feeling insanely bold a full week later. Petra had mentioned to him that Levi was asking about him and the surely misplaced indication of concern made Eren's chest flutter. The other cadets would arrive any day and Eren thought it was the best time, lest he miss his chance.
He knew Levi had him cornered the moment he stepped through the door frame, maybe since that first night alone in his room. He should have predicted Levi would know exactly what he was there for.
He wanted to ask if Levi needed anything – "Tea, water, sir?" Eren offered, "I can keep you company tonight, if you like."
The words spilled out on their own, Eren barely registering that he said them though he'd been rehearsing all the way up the winding stairwell. Levi regarded him coolly, the subtle tilt of his head suggesting he knew exactly what Eren was offering. He looked mildly curious although generally unimpressed. Eren was simply relieved he was not laughing.
"You think I need a brat like you to keep my bed warm?"
Eren took a deep breath. He couldn't back down now, this was the only chance he had. If he backed out, Levi would not let him this close again. That he was sure of. "I can help you sleep," Eren added, "Petra told me you have trouble sometimes."
As the words left his mouth Eren wondered if he'd gone too far, if he'd said too much that was too personal... but Levi smirked at him. "You've got guts," he said, his eyes a shade brighter than usual. There was a quiet pause before Levi stood up and walked toward him, slowly. Eren backed against the door, feeling his confidence fade out again quickly.
Even on that first night, it occurred to Eren that they might get in trouble for this. He didn't actually know what the rules were. He sensed Levi's hesitance, which had to be rooted in something. For someone with an aura that demanded so much attention, to see Levi hold back was an obvious red flag.
But Levi was in front of him, the warmth radiating from his body at odds with the cold wooden door on his back. He pulled Eren's head down, his fingers threading through Eren's hair. "What if I'm not interested?"
This was the real test. "You are," Eren replied, making his voice reflect the sureness he felt. Levi looked very interested.
Levi chuckled without a smile, the sound echoing in Eren's chest. He glanced up at Eren, his eyes hard under the slivers of his bangs. His fingertips brushed lightly over the fabric of Eren's shirt, around the edges of his harness. "I want to touch you," he said in a low voice.
Eren swallowed, his nervousness palpable on his tongue. Of course Levi would be so blunt, no mention he was already touching Eren as he spoke. "Yes, sir," Eren answered, his voice unusually tentative. He wasn't sure how this worked.
"We can't tell anyone, you know," Levi continued, his hands still feather light against Eren, "You shouldn't even be here."
Eren’s heart pounded in his chest. He could tell part of Levi still wanted to back out, but he would not allow that. He wanted nothing more than to keep Levi's hands on him. This was his choice. “I want to,” he assured. His rebellious tongue was on the cusp of saying something far more idiotic, like I like you or some variation thereof so he left it alone. He was trying so hard not to sound like a child.
Levi's lips met Eren's ear and he carefully purred, breath tickling Eren's skin. His voice sounded vaguely amused. "You have no idea what you're doing here."
"I do," Eren said, hoping some shred of confidence showed through his nerves.
"You're lying," Levi answered without missing a beat. "You've never done anything like this before. You're scared."
Eren felt like he was being mocked. Levi reached up to tilt Eren's head back down. He kissed him again, just like he had that night the week before. It was short, chaste, but filled to the brim with silent, unsaid promises. They were practically strangers. Eren came forward for another kiss but Levi backed away, holding Eren firmly against the door. He liked things on his terms it seemed, so Eren backed off. He remained rooted in place and let Levi kiss his jaw, run a hand under his shirt, breathe along his skin, and take his time before pulling Eren down into a proper kiss.
A number of things happened at once. Eren became instantly aware that kissing Levi was wet - surprisingly messy - and that he could clearly taste his tea. It wasn't fast or rough like it was in his dreams. It was slow, cautious, and careful. It tested their limits and set their boundaries. Levi stayed in control but it was far from forceful. He had a untamed tongue.
Then Levi cut it off too quickly, his hands migrating low on Eren's hips. He met Eren's stare. "Staying or going?"
Eren's throat felt dry, "Staying."
It was that simple. Levi took a step back, subtly motioning to his bed. Eren made his way to the corner of the room in a stupor, climbing onto Levi's bed with weak knees and shaky hands. The comforter was soft and plush and Eren momentarily wondered how much money a Captain of the Survey Corps must make in order to afford it, but he didn't dare ask.
Levi was not long behind him, pensive and quiet. He placed something on his nightstand before crawling over to straddle Eren's waist. Eren sucked in a deep breath and Levi raised an eyebrow, "You're just going to fall apart the moment I touch you."
Eren tried to answer him defiantly, but Levi's hands were already on him. He would prove Levi wrong, he decided. His fingers dug into the sheets at his side and he tried to remain still, holding his breath while his lips quivered. Levi's hand brushed along his hipbone, up over his side and lightly across his ribs, pulling the hem of his tunic up as he went. Levi watched him carefully, eyes glued to Eren's face as his hands moved across his skin. Eren tried not to react.
"Do you like this?" Levi asked, his face unchanged while he waited for Eren's answer.
Eren swallowed around his words, "Yes, sir." He hated the way his voice wavered along with his shaking breath but he loved the way Levi's mouth twitched along with the uttered honorific. Eren understood Levi better day by day.
He lowered himself to kiss Eren's neck, just below his ear. Eren shivered under the feel of his wet tongue gliding across his skin and he bit his lip to hold back the noises bubbling up in his throat. Levi's mouth came back up to his ear, "Tell me if you want me to stop."
That was the last thing he wanted. Eren let out another long breath, lost for words. His fingers inched toward Levi's knees where he straddled Eren's waist. The moment his fingertips brushed along the fabric of his jeans, though, Levi grabbed his wrists to hold his hands still. Levi came back down to kiss him on the lips, his tongue sliding along Eren's teeth, an apology for restraining him.
Everything Levi did was excruciatingly slow. He eventually let loose Eren's wrists and ran his hands back up to Eren's chest. He rubbed his thumb over a nipple and made Eren moan helplessly into his mouth. He allowed it to go on and on. They were caught in some weird place where time didn't move. Everything felt like fire on Eren's skin.
Levi repositioned himself, hips briefly grinding against Eren's groin. He left one hand to continue running across Eren's chest and the other down to the waistband of Eren's pants. His thumb dipped beneath the fabric, playing with the hairs beneath Eren's navel. "Open your eyes," he said, a quiet but firm demand.
Eren struggled to do so, relishing too deeply in the sensations of Levi's hands on his body. His jaw fell loose at the sight of Levi bathed in candlelight, his expression unreasonably controlled. Levi's presence was unavoidable with Eren looking up at him like this. His silhouette stained in Eren's mind forever, leaving him breathless below. Eren bucked against him, trying to illicit a response and knowing shamelessly that his erection must be painfully obvious digging into Levi's backside. Yet there was only the subtle twitch of Levi's lips for a very brief moment.
"You should tell me to stop," Levi said, his voice a subtle appeal.
Eren shook his head. Levi's jaw tightened and he pushed back against him, with Eren's length now painfully hard. "Keep going," Eren said, "Please, sir."
Levi swallowed, his eyes running down Eren's body, that fleeting predatory expression morphing his face again. Eren liked it when Levi looked at him like that, he liked the way his body tingled. It was a shame he waited so long. Levi deftly unbuttoned Eren's jeans, his eyes showing no conflict despite his words. Eren knew that Levi wanted him.
He remained still and watched in something akin to fascination as Levi lifted off him and silently set to work removing Eren's harness. He still went frustratingly slow, his movements accentuated in the shadows of the room. Eren impatiently dug his fingers in Levi's mattress; his cock twitched against the fabric of his underwear by the time Levi pulled his pants past his hips.
Levi climbed back over Eren, one hand roughly unclasping the strap across his chest. "Then help me out."
Eren's hands were still shaking as he sat up and helped pull down the straps over Levi's broad shoulders. Levi was surely aware of his nervousness, could probably hear his wildly beating heart, but didn't say a word. Eren carefully opened Levi's shirt, each button one by one. Eren kept going when Levi didn't stop him. His hands still trembled on their way down Levi's abdomen, knuckles brushing against taut skin, unbuttoning his belts and then his jeans. Levi's hands were threading through Eren's hair, thumb and forefinger pulling at the shell of his ear.
Levi only pushed Eren back down on the bed when Eren reached to pull down his zipper. He tugged his pants off himself, a touch of impatience finally showing through his movements. Eren propped himself up on his elbows to watch in awe as Levi straddled him again. This time Levi's skin glistened in the candlelight, the red trails of scars imprinted on his thighs where the leathers had dug into his skin through years of use. He wanted to know how long Levi had been in the Survey Corps, wanted to know all his secrets.
Levi was as hard as he was, his cock straining against the fabric of his underwear. He was smaller than Eren but no matter. Eren held back the burning urge to touch it as Levi pulled his shirt off of his shoulders, scars visible all over his body. He wondered if Levi did this often, if he was the type to go to bed with his subordinates on a whim or if Eren was somehow special. He would always be too afraid of the answer to ever ask.
It wasn't all hunger and thirst. Levi took Eren's hand in his and intertwined their fingers, those same slim fingers Eren liked to watch. Eren liked the way their hands fit together, enjoyed the heat on his palm, and admired Levi's slimmer fingers between his own. He liked Levi's hands. He tried to speak, tried to come up with something to say - there was so much he wanted to say in the confusion of a candlelit room with his fantasies turned to reality - but his tongue was silent.
Levi brought Eren's hand to his lips, delicately, and slipped Eren's middle and forefinger into his mouth. His eyes remained trained steady on Eren, who felt like he was crumbling beneath that man, aroused and overly scrutinized by those heavy-lidded eyes.
But Levi's tongue was wet and his mouth hot. Eren touched the ridge of his teeth, wanting to believe he was being shown a side of Levi few others had seen. He wanted this Levi to be his and his alone so his mouth tried to move around Levi's name. He still struggled to say something useful, something worthwhile, but Levi continued to suck on his fingers and his other hand resumed tracing the space beneath Eren's navel. He couldn't say a word - just breathe in and breath out. Levi just watched him carefully and Eren's other hand fidgeted uselessly at his side, not sure what he was allowed to do. Not sure what Levi wanted him to do.
Breathe in and breathe out.
Levi lifted his hips and pushed his boxers down just past his hips, still rolling his tongue and his other hand pressing against the pulse in Eren's wrist. Eren outright whimpered then, embarrassingly needy, at the sight of Levi's hard cock in the shadowy light. He could only watch as Levi pulled Eren's hand from his mouth and guided it behind him. Eren's face tightened and Levi raised an eyebrow. "You can handle this."
It was another question that didn't sound like a question. "I'm not a virgin," Eren muttered, which was technically not a lie, though not a total truth.
Either way, Levi looked unimpressed. "Good to know," he said drily. "Wasn't what I asked though."
Eren never actually considered that Levi might want to bottom but he was determined to not to let his lack of foresight show. His brow creased in concentration and he maneuvered his fingers where Levi left them, anxiously tracing around Levi's hole. He did actually have a vague idea about what he was doing, but doing it to Levi was intimidating on another level.
"You'll say something if I'm doing it wrong," Eren quipped, and he stupidly thought Levi might smile at that.
There was no smile and no amusement in his eyes. Eren's momentary bravado faded as quickly as it came, but there was little time to contemplate. Levi reached back to guide Eren's saliva-slick fingers all the way inside of him. It was warm, tight, and Eren wondered if it was painful as he watched Levi's brow twitch and his jaw clench. Levi seemed so calm though, much calmer than Eren felt.
"Slow, Eren," was his only direction.
Eren nodded and preceded as instructed, moving his fingers slowly and grabbing the flesh of Levi's thigh with his other hand. He watched Levi's cock twitch along with the motion, listened to his breath hitch. Levi moved forward on his knees, gave Eren an easier angle to work with, and kissed him again and again. He rolled his hips to set Eren's pace, leaned up on his elbows, and tangled his fingers in Eren's hair.
When he pulled back, he spoke firmly against Eren’s lips, his tone an obvious order. “Stay quiet.”
Eren clenched his jaw shut, just to be safe. Levi leaned over the bed to grab the bottle of oil he laid on the nightstand and scooted back to Eren's cock, being meticulous with the fluid so it didn't drip on the bed. "You're feeling okay?" he asked, the question so clear in his tone that he sounded almost unsure, for once, though his mouth remained tight.
Eren nodded, prompting a soft yes when Levi just stared at him. Levi repositioned himself back to where he was straddling Eren's waist and pushed his underwear further down his hips. Eren tried to focus on breathing and kept his hands still at his sides. He stared hungrily as Levi stroked down his own cock, rubbing off the excess oil, while he positioned Eren’s length behind him.
Eren bit into his lip, chancing a desperate glance at Levi’s face, as he sat back.
There was little question that Levi enjoyed it, the feeling of Eren buried deep inside him. It was hard to miss, the way his jaw went slack and his fingernails scraped along Eren's arms as he sat back - excruciatingly slow - on Eren's length. The long satisfied sigh that slipped between is lips was audible throughout the room.
The inescapable truth, however, remained that what Levi really got off on was watching Eren squirm beneath him. His eyes were glued to Eren's face, studying the way Eren struggled to maintain his composure. This was becoming quickly their game, a battle of wills. Eren was glad to play along.
Levi brought his forefinger to his lips, reminding Eren. Quiet.
It was strange, this conversation they were having without words. As difficult as Levi was to understand when he spoke, Eren could somehow tell exactly what he was saying with his movements. He could tell so much with his willingness to expose himself and to take from Eren. Levi was fearless. They were so different but Eren felt like they understood each other better than any of the others, though they’d known each other the least. Eren was glad he sought Levi out that night.
The struggle to stay focused worsened with Levi rolling his hips on Eren’s cock, up and down and up and down. Every time Eren tried to touch him, Levi swatted his hands away. Not yet he’d say and Eren’s eyes would flutter shut, trying to concentrate. Levi would ask him to open them again. He was honestly close the moment Levi sank down on him, his walls tight and hot against Eren’s length. His muscles were tight and his lungs tired. Eren was determined to last though, still trying to prove himself while watching Levi dead in the eye. He somehow knew that was exactly what Levi was challenging him to do.
It was startling. Levi’s hands found their way back to Eren’s chest, fingers rubbing against his nipples. Eren’s breath started coming faster, the moans harder and harder to hold in. Levi caught on quickly. “You’re not going to come yet,” he said, “Finish what you started. You’re going to fuck me until I come. You got that?”
Eren’s brow creased and he tried to glare at Levi above him. Levi’s voice sounded so even and so, so clear. Eren was determined but Levi was making it difficult on purpose. He reached behind and fondled Eren’s balls, folding his body to reach down and trace his inner thighs. His touch was feather light. Eren thrust up to meet the roll of his hips, half-ignoring the sensations to keep himself on track. Eren was panting, Levi’s breath only slightly strained.
It couldn’t go on much longer. Eren was on the edge, eyes continually falling back to Levi’s cock, still hard and moist with pre-cum despite not being touched. And Eren wanted to touch him so badly. “Please,” he murmured, “Please, sir.”
Levi finally obliged. He tugged at Eren’s shoulder to get him to sit up and wrapped his legs around Eren’s hips, guiding Eren’s hand to wrap around his cock, balancing himself with the other arm around his shoulders. He brought his mouth against Eren’s, but didn’t quite kiss him. “I know you can keep going.”
Levi’s voice was fire under him. Eren swallowed, his body so sensitive he was barely able to sit up. He let Levi set the pace, moving Eren’s hand for him and he brought Eren’s thumb to rub over the tip. Levi was predictably precise about what he wanted.
The room was warm and the castle slipped from this thoughts. Eren buried his face in Levi’s hair to hide his moans, no longer able to hold back, but Levi seemed to enjoy the sounds against his skin. He answered in breathy sighs and the tighter grip in Eren’s hair. He rolled his hips faster.
“I- I’m really close,” Eren warned, his strength waning. “If you don’t – if you don’t slow down –“
“A little more,” Levi answered, a touch of desperation beneath the firmness in his tone. He wasn't slowing, wasn't stopping. “I’m almost there.”
“Levi –”
Eren knew he couldn’t stop it; his eyes shut, his toes curled and his mouth fell open. He released inside Levi, a loud whimper cutting loose from his throat. Levi paid him little mind, just kept riding him, still guiding Eren's hand now slick with his pre-cum.
When Eren opened his eyes again, Levi was looking at him. “Useless,” he muttered. His face might have been amused.
“S-sorry.” Eren grit out. Levi was still moving on him though Eren was going limp inside him.
“Keep going,” Levi ordered. “You turn into a fucking titan and grow back limbs. You can damn well finish me off.”
Eren dug his nails into Levi's thighs, hard enough he knew he'd leave marks. Levi tightened his arm around Eren's shoulder, moved his hand faster, his cock dripping on Eren's stomach. Eren moved his free hand around Levi's legs, felt his come dripping down Levi's thighs. His body was so sensitive, still shuddering, but he also still felt aroused. He kept going, trying to thrust into Levi with his cock only half-hard.
Levi said something about it being too wet and Eren thought they were probably leaving a mess on Levi's fancy bedding, but it didn't seem to matter. Levi was making small noises and murmuring about it being good despite being too wet. For a moment, Eren thought he might come again, though he'd never done that. He was the one who let out a satisfied groan when he felt Levi come on his belly and across his hand, warm and sticky and somehow pleasant.
Then Levi wordlessly climbed off of him, cringing, and went straight to his bathroom to clean up. Eren fidgeted on the bed, trying not to move, until Levi returned and tossed him a towel. The room was quiet again.
Levi was looking at him oddly and Eren didn't know what proper etiquette was in this situation. "D-do I need to go now?"
Levi shook his head, his voice flat with finality. "No."
There would be time to consider the consequences later. It was only the first night.
Levi continues to question his judgment.
Pairing: Levi/Eren
Rating: Mature
AO3
Part 1
The first month after the re-seal passes slowly.
The otherwise mild winter has finally reared its head late this year, covering their final steps toward completing this mission in cold, wet mud. The uncertainty of the future sticks to the back of their minds just as the mud does to the toes of Levi’s boots.
It's been raining for days now, slowing the excavation of Eren's basement to a near standstill. Eren offers - every single day - to transform and move the debris himself, but there are heavy concerns over that tactic. They are collectively being so careful now, and don't want to risk damage that might cause a collapse of the basement. Even Levi acknowledges Eren is not exactly known for his finesse.
Sitting on their hands all day is bothersome, though, and Levi can agree with that. He feels the same pull Eren must when Levi catches the boy fingering the key around his neck, a habit that’s grown far more pronounced in the last few weeks. The thrill of their earlier accomplishment is wearing off already as reality sits in.
Everyone wants to act faster, but it seems Erwin is finally done being reckless. They have time to take it slow now, he says, and avoid unnecessary risks now that they may be on the downward slope. They believe in a blind dream.
It’s just as they believe the shifters working with the titan bitch still encased in crystal underneath Stohess are long dead, given up on whatever they fought for. That may be true or it may not, but some sort of revelation feels so close that everyone is unreasonably hopeful underneath the layer of doubt that plagues them all somewhere. Levi wants to believe in peace but he doesn't want to be around anyone, much anymore.
He also still worries about it from time to time, how with a glimmer of peace on the horizon, that Erwin has become almost skittish. Only now is still not to the time to start getting sentimental.
There is work to be done, a mission to complete. They can put this war behind them or not but they have to keep moving forward. Levi follows his orders and makes sure Eren doesn't do anything too rash while half the squads finish cleaning up inside wall Maria, where titans are still spread about and equally dangerous even in smaller numbers.
Monitoring Eren is no longer Levi's sole responsibility and Eren is not even truly his subordinate any longer, but they are so used to these roles that it's almost second nature. Eren is allowed to stay and help oversee the first efforts to unearth the pile of broken wood that was once his home. Levi always watches his face, waits patiently to see the emotions dance across his eyes.
Eren can’t hide anything.
He is an officer now, but he wears the title like it doesn’t fit him quite right. Levi can’t decide if he likes the look or not. His title is one that means virtually nothing anyway. Levi tells Eren that Erwin has always liked to show affection that way. Eren just smiles at him, trying to act proud over something he never really meant to accomplish.
As the cold refuses to let up, a number of the soldiers stationed with them develop a bout of dysentery, much to everyone’s chagrin. Levi calls for the soldiers to be sent back to Wall Rose but he remains with Eren and their skeleton crew of mismatched recruits who have not fallen ill. Kirstein’s squad is due to arrive in the morning so they should have help soon.
Their camp is in Eren's old neighborhood in one of the many long-abandoned homes, remnants of the previous owners still littered throughout - paintings, clothing, and children's toys. It must be even stranger for Eren, though he does little to show it.
Tonight, with their depleted squad, is the first time Eren has been alone with Levi, preparing for their off-guard shift. Levi looks over his shoulder at him now, on the opposite side of the room as he changes out of his uniform, bathed in moonlight. He's grown a few inches taller, still lanky, but his cheeks have started to narrow and his eyes look darker. Occasionally, Levi thinks he catches remnants of crescent shaped scars scattered across the bridge between him thumb and index finger. Then in another instance, it's gone.
No one knows what will become of his titan powers once he’s no longer needed.
Levi only removes his boots and sits on his sleeping bag, back to the wall so he can watch Eren prepare for bed. Everything about their relationship feels oddly voyeuristic these days. He pulls a pocket knife out of his jean pocket and fiddles with it to distract himself, idly wondering why he still carries it.
Eren doesn't really talk to Levi. Or maybe Levi doesn't really talk to him. Levi mostly just watches him and tries to think of something to say. It turned out that Eren didn’t cling to him the way Levi expected after the incident at the bar in town. Not in the way Levi was prepared for, anyway.
Levi shouldn't be surprised about it, how he bragged to all his friends about what transpired in that dark hallway. Who knows why Levi didn't consider how Eren was still young and dumb and weak to all those things that frustrated teenage boys are. Who knows why he didn’t consider the kid had a big mouth that spewed nonsense more often than not.
Levi remembers returning to the bar afterward, worried Eren would follow him to his room - worried he wouldn't be able to turn Eren away if he did - and Erwin had known immediately when he slid into the empty chair at their table. It took Hange a moment, distracted as she was by the shape and form of broken peanut shells she’d arranged across the table in her inebriated state, but she put it together too.
"When I said what I said, I didn't think you’d meant it so literally, Levi."
Hange was still laughing at him.
The whole Survey Corps would hear about it by morning.
It doesn’t even make sense, why Eren wants him at all. Levi now only remembers watching him scurry to the top of wall Maria after they sealed the hole, to catch a glimpse of the true outside world for the first time. His friends were with him, all wide-eyed hope and inspiration. Levi was left on the ground to count the bodies sacrificed on that final charge, watching from afar as Eren’s hair carried on the wind.
Levi knows he can do nothing but destroy him.
And Eren still wants him, plays with him. He says it not with words but crooked smiles and a brush of shoulders, a bend of the waist and flick of a slender wrist. Levi knows he could have Eren tonight, if he wanted. Levi could take him here, on their makeshift beds with the ghosts of Shinganshina watching over them.
He thinks about it.
Eren's supple tan skin drenched and slick with sweat and his pulse pounding in his ears. He writhes uselessly beneath Levi and his hands dig into the floor beneath him; his nails scrape along the wood, and Levi hears his name on Eren's lips, desperate and crying, begging him not to stop.
Stop.
"You're staring," Eren says with a sheepish smile, "Again."
Levi regards him coldly, returning to his senses. "Am I?"
Eren's smile broadens to the point he looks almost feral, a look Levi has grown rather fond of over the years, despite how unintentional he knows it to be. The curve of his lips over his teeth always make Levi think of the kiss he denied himself.
Tonight, Eren says nothing more, but pulls a loose fitting sweater over his head and turns back to his sleeping bag. It's an open invitation. Levi watches him slip under the covers, sees the sliver of skin as his shirt rides up along his hips before he pulls the blankets over his shoulder.
Levi shifts awkwardly from his position on the floor, "Happy birthday."
Why did he say that?
Eren rolls back over and sits up on his elbows, looking honestly perplexed. "You remembered?"
Levi turns his attention back to fiddling with the knife in his hand. “Yeah,” he mutters, “I’m sorry you didn’t get to spend it with your friends.”
Levi sees him shrug from the corner of his eye. “I’m not really worried about it. We’ve got plenty of time for all that, right? We’re so close now. I don’t really care about much else and that’s just not a big deal I guess.”
Levi hums in response. Eren still thinks this is going to be easy, that unlocking the door to his basement will instantaneously solve all their problems. He's still a kid after all, still so ignorant and stupid. Levi needs to keep reminding himself of this.
“Hey Captain, how old are you?”
“How is that any of your business?” Levi answers without looking up.
“I was just curious,” Eren says quietly.
Levi stays silent and listens to Eren roll back over under his blankets. He lets the quiet carry on in the dark room for a few more minutes. There is no reason to let Eren in, to let him see. “I don’t know.”
Eren shifts again and sits up to face Levi. “What?”
“I don’t know how old I am.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Eren quips in a dry voice.
Levi lays down the knife and looks back in Eren’s direction. Even in the moonlight, he can see Eren’s face knitted in a critical expression – an odd mix of confusion and skepticism. “I stopped counting,” Levi says, “Lost track. Didn’t really care. You figure it out.”
Eren stays quiet after that, mumbling some sort of apology before turning back over again.
Levi is left in the silent dark feeling guilty for reasons he is unable to identify. He folds his arms and leans back against the wall, closing his eyes. Wind rattles the window and somewhere he hears laughter from some of the recruits stationed on guard duty outside. It’s a different experience dealing with titans being contained and everyone feels laid back and secure. The threat is shallow.
The sense of security is contagious. Levi's mind drifts off and back to images of Eren undressing in front of him; he sees the bend of his spine, the sharp bones of his hip reflecting the light. He admires the thick muscles of his thighs and he bends forward on his knees giving Levi barely a peak of his balls between his parted legs. Eren does it all on purpose, gives him this show. Levi wants to put his mouth on all those places and everywhere in between, worshiping Eren's body the way the wall zealots worship him for resealing Wall Maria. He wants to touch Eren, brush a finger up his inner thigh to the bottom crease of his ass and then probing between his cheeks, seeking out...
Levi opens his eyes. The room is still dark, Eren's breathing even and loud. He always falls asleep so easily. Annoyingly
Levi's erection twitches in his pants. He thinks about crawling into Eren's sleeping bag though he knows he won't. He never does.
Instead his hand travels down between his legs, so shamefully. He rubs himself through his jeans allowing it to be close to painful against the belts crossed against his crotch. He unclasps the button and slides the zipper down, wishing the sound would rouse Eren from his slumber. There is something to be said about knowing Eren could wake at any moment and catch him like this, something that stirs deep in his belly.
He repositions himself, leaning his head back against the wall. He repositions his pants and his belts so he can stroke himself openly. He tries to see Eren's sleeping form in the dark, frustrated that he cannot. His hand moves faster as he thinks about Eren in his mouth again, the smooth skin of Eren's length gliding across his tongue. He has to slow the movement of his hand, he doesn't want to come yet.
He thinks about Eren's mouth on him this time, his mouth rolling around his cock. He thinks about Eren moaning, going slow, then going fast. Then Eren is beneath him again, and Levi is inside him.
Get up, Eren.
Levi is breathing heavily now. He ruts into his own hand, feeling he's almost there. Eren turns over under his blanket and Levi almost stops, but he can't. Eren is still asleep. Probably. Levi runs his thumb over the tip.
Look at me, Eren.
Levi brings is other hand around to fondle his balls. Eren stirs again. Almost. Almost.
Levi comes into his palm, with a heavy exhale. He sits still in the silence, letting the last of his orgasm fade away. He waits for Eren to stir again, to sit up and call him out for being a pervert, but he never does. Levi carefully pulls his pants back on, careful with his wet hand not to spread it across his jeans. He will wait as long as he can stand before getting up to wash himself off in the bathroom.
It's not until he stands that the dizziness settles in and he realizes something is off. He's so clumsy when he climbs up that he knows he must wake Eren this time, clinging to the wall for balance. He doesn't have time to worry about it as he scrambles to the bathroom, his stomach flipping around.
Pairing: Erwin/Levi
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: UST, Explicit Content, Blow Job, Massages, PWP
Summary: Erwin decides to return the favor.
AO3
Based on this prompt.
Erwin hums in approval and Levi moves his hands down to knead the skin between his shoulder blades.
It's never quite an imposition for Levi to find himself here, straddling his Commander in the dim light, hands slick with oil. He'd never thought about massages being his forte, but he knows plenty about musculature and pressure points to know what feels good and what doesn't. Erwin tells him often how good he is at what he does and Levi chooses to believe him.
“I was thinking,” Erwin murmurs, “It's been a long day for you too. I could return the favor for you tonight, if you like.”
Levi stops, his hands flat against the base of Erwin’s shoulders. The room goes quiet for a minute. “That’s… not necessary.”
Erwin shifts so he’s partially poised on one elbow to look over his shoulder at Levi. The suggestion still hangs in the air. “Maybe not. But I’d like to.”
Levi frowns at him, still baffled by the idea. He starts kneading at Erwin’s back again, harshly, to get him to lie back down. “It’s fine. I don’t mind doing this.”
Erwin chuckles along with a softly muttered "I know" as Levi is forced to manually push Erwin's head back down on the pillow. The sound of his continued low laughter vibrates through Levi's palms and up through his arms as he attempts to set back to work. The thought of Erwin's hands on his skin is not unpleasant - not at all - but so wholly unnecessary. He's not sure why this is so amusing to Erwin.
Once done laughing, Erwin stays quiet and lets Levi's fingers dig into his muscles and down the curve of his spine, long after the knots are gone. Levi watches his hands travel across Erwin's back, his skin soft even stretched across his muscle and gentle sighs barely audible in the quiet room.
Levi only stops when fatigue begins to sink in, and climbs of the bed quietly. Levi realizes, in the back of his mind, that he's lingering - taking the time to roll his sleeves back down, shuffling around uselessly when he'd normally be out and down the hall, heading to his own quarters. Erwin smiles at him again and stands, motioning to the empty bed.
"Make yourself comfortable," he says, "I'm probably not as good at this as you, but I imagine I've picked up a thing or two."
Levi gives him a dubious look before reluctantly pulling off his shirt and crawling on the bed to settle down on his stomach. It's awkward at best and he tries not to be too obvious about his discomfort as Erwin climbs on the bed and straddles his waist.
“Relax, Levi,” Erwin says when his hands land on his lower back.
“I thought that’s what you were supposed to be doing for me,” Levi answers sardonically.
Erwin sighs heavily above him. His hands travel up to knead Levi’s shoulders. “You don’t have to act like you hate this.”
Levi gives a muffled grunt in response, turning his face into the sheets below him. He really can’t hide it though, that it actually feels pretty good. Good enough, that when his eyes flutter shut, he starts to drift off. He’s halfway between awareness and sleep and the rhythmic movement of Erwin’s hands transforms and he can’t recall when, where, and why Erwin is touching him.
He only knows that Erwin is touching him.
So when Erwin’s fingers unexpectedly dig into the sensitive patch of skin just at the base of his neck, Levi’s exhale comes out sounding far too suspiciously like a moan. The pause Erwin gives immediately thereafter wakes him back up. He presses his face in the folds of the blanket below him, trying to convince himself it wasn't as loud as it sounded in his own ears.
"Levi, are you..." Erwin starts but he lets the question trail off. Levi internally panics for a moment and tenses up, thinking he must know where that question is heading. Erwin, however, must feel the change in Levi's demeanor because he quickly backs off without pressing further. Levi can't decide if he is thankful or disappointed when the mattress shifts below him with the absence of Erwin's weight.
Erwin doesn't say anything and keeps his back to Levi, fiddling with something on his dresser as Levi climbs off the bed slowly. Levi mumbles an awkward "Thanks" while pulling his shirt back over his shoulders and Erwin gives an equally stiff hum in affirmation.
Levi decides not to linger. Though he wants to believe it is only his imagination, he feels like something has shifted between them, something possibly irreparable, and it's concerning. Levi says nothing else as he slips from the room without sparing Erwin another look.
The next day, Erwin acts like nothing is weird. Levi appreciates this quality in him as much as the rest, the uncanny ability to somehow wash away Levi's constant blunders and awkwardness. Everything returns to business as usual.
Until Erwin offers to reciprocate again the following evening.
Levi is even more confused this time. He stands beside Erwin's bed, not speaking and wavering as he dries his hands with a towel. He regards Erwin - propped up on his elbows, still calm and relaxed on his mattress - cautiously and shadowed with suspicion.
"You enjoyed it, right?" Erwin presses.
Levi's jaw tightens. He knows Erwin can read the shifts of his face - one of the few things Levi hates him for - and he must see right through him, know that Levi did enjoy it. Only Levi is unsure if it is the massage he enjoyed or simply the feel of Erwin's fingers across his skin and that is something Levi wishes not to explain. (Nor that the enjoyment traveled down to his groin).
Levi so wants to remind Erwin that it is late already and they are preparing for an expedition in only two days time so they should both rest. He wants to utilize whatever excuse he can to avoid whatever discomfort lies in wait. Yet, he still says nothing and stares at Erwin while training his features to give nothing away.
Erwin does not fall for it.
He stands and motions for Levi to take his place on the bed once again, with the same obnoxious smile plastered to his face as the night before. Levi follows his motions and removes his own shirt with less hesitation than the previous night, but no less caution. "You don't have to look so miserable," Erwin murmurs as he climbs back over Levi's back, "It's okay to enjoy something. I promise I won't tell anyone else."
"Shut up." Levi mutters, hearing the teasing lilt in Erwin's voice. He folds his arms in front of him and buries his face in the juncture of shoulder and forearm to muffle his voice. The room is warmer tonight since Erwin lit a fire in the hearth, the wood cracking peacefully in the otherwise quiet room. "You just get some sort of sick pleasure out of seeing me laid out like this."
Erwin laughs, "It's not sick."
The bed creaks as Erwin crawls over him, knees poised around Levi's waist and barely brushing the top of his hips, followed by the sound of him unscrewing the cap on the bottle of oil. Erwin starts with his lower back again, his thumbs digging deeper into the muscle as he works his way up Levi's spine and the oil is warm and it makes his skin tingle. Levi's fingers already clench around the sheet on the bed, his breath coming in low, shallow bursts.
He shivers when Erwin reaches his ribcage, his fingers brushing along the area too softly for a clearly feigned massage, and gooseflesh spreading across his body even in the warmth of the room. It's an indication that perhaps Levi misjudged what was happening, that Erwin was not simply ignoring his reactions but that Erwin wanted these reactions, that he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Are you doing okay?"
Levi grunts in response, still keeping his face buried and out of sight. Erwin reaches that spot at the base of his neck again and he suddenly becomes hyper-aware of Erwin's scent on the pillow and the heat emanating from Erwin's thick thighs still poised around his hips and just like that the movement of his hands is the least of Levi's worries. His groin tightens, without his permission and he knows that Erwin knows even before he speaks.
Erwin's hands are traveling back down Levi's back, down the dip of his spine. Levi's breathing is heavy now, his shoulders moving with each intake of air. Once he reaches the small of Levi's back, his thumbs dip under the waistband of his pants – perhaps accidentally, or maybe not so accidental at all. There are no longer any doubts that Erwin is fully aware of exactly what his touch is doing to Levi. Part of Levi is still embarrassed, and a little ashamed but he's enjoying himself too much to care.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Levi's answer is so immediate – and emphatic – it surprises even him. "No."
He doesn't dare look back to see Erwin's face, too afraid of what he'll see there (or perhaps too afraid of what Erwin will see in his). No one has ever done anything like this for him - touched him for the sake of touching him, asking for not a single thing in return. Levi has only ever known sex as a tool, as a game, but this feels like neither.
Erwin's mouth is suddenly on his back, just between his shoulder blades and his lips barely brushing against Levi’s skin. Levi shivers below him, hands tightening in the sheets and breathing in the scent that envelops him here. Levi realizes it’s not just the oddly gentle way Erwin maneuvers about him, but that it’s Erwin and that he wants to touch Levi. This is what renders him helpless, at his mercy.
The bed shifts again as Erwin repositions himself, one knee between Levi’s thighs, so he can lean down and kiss the side of his neck just below his ear. He supports himself on one elbow and arm strewn above Levi’s head and his fingers brush along Levi’s hands that are still tangled in the bedding. Levi finally relaxes his shoulders and turns his face so he can tilt his head to grant more access to his neck. Erwin takes the hint and moves to that spot just at the base of his neck and Levi trembles, sigh from his lips turning to a gasp. He’s no longer embarrassed, just wants this to continue. Forever.
With his mouth still hot against Levi’s neck, he reaches down to place a hand on Levi’s hip and gets him to raise his hips. His hand snakes underneath Levi’s waist and squeezes between his body and the, unbuttoning Levi’s pants to languidly tug down the zipper.
“Still feeling okay?” he asks into Levi’s ear, and the sound reverberates down his spine.
“Yeah…” Levi answers with a deep breath, distracted by Erwin’s fingers slipping under his pants and running across his ass. Erwin sits up again, leaving Levi’s body chilled where Erwin’s heat pressed against him. When Levi believes he will push is jeans down his hips, he instead moves his hands back above his clothing and starts kneading the backs of Levi’s thighs through his jeans.
“Relaxed yet?”
Levi finally opens his eyes and regards Erwin over his shoulder, not wanting to entertain the good-humored mocking in Erwin’s tone. He’s uncomfortable, so painfully aroused, and a wildfire grows in his belly. “I might be more relaxed if you’d just do something already.”
Erwin chuckles at that, his smile still illuminated in the dying firelight. “As you wish.”
Another retort is on the tip of Levi’s tongue but Erwin stops him when his hands are hot against his waist again, sliding under his waistband. He pulls off Levi’s pants easily will Levi helping to maneuver them down. He’s strangely unafraid to be naked in front of Erwin, not really bothered if Erwin does in fact enjoy seeing him laid out like this. It is somehow thrilling and freeing and when Erwin’s hand lands gently on his inner thighs, Levi willingly spreads his legs.
Erwin’s fingers brush upward and across his balls before reach reaches far enough to touch Levi’s cock. Erwin is barely touching him, fingers wrapped loosely around him and stroking him slowly. It shouldn’t be enough contact for him to be so close, so fucking close, but he is. Levi should warn Erwin, before he comes on his sheets but is mouth isn’t properly forming words, all the sounds coming out broken and desperate.
Erwin pulls back and Levi almost complains about the lack of contact, but he shifts again and he gently guides Levi to lie on his back. The room is now barely bathed in a fading soft orange glow, but Levi meets Erwin’s eyes even in the dark and invites his gaze to travel down his naked body. His cock twitches under the scrutiny, pre-cum dripping and smeared on the skin just below his navel.
It is only then that Erwin leans down and kisses Levi. It should feel strange, Levi supposes, that they kiss now after already being so intimate, but it’s somehow fitting as well. They are close in such a way that the beginning and end are mixed up, everything strewn around but somehow fitting together perfectly. The way they are now – with Erwin’s lips moving slowly against his and their tongues tasting each other – feels perfectly complete and that is all that seems to really matter.
Levi attempts to lock his legs around Erwin’s waist, relishing in the feel of the flushed skin of his waist and wishing Erwin was as naked as he, so he could feel the soft skin of Erwin’s thighs as Levi runs his heels as far as they reach on Erwin’s larger body. Erwin appears to have other ideas, however, as he trails his kisses down Levi’s neck, kisses his favorite spot again and makes Levi buck his hips in a fruitless effort for more friction.
He kisses lower, Levi’s collarbone, and then his chest. Levi comes close to whimpering as Erwin flicks a tongue over a nipple, before continuing down Levi’s abdomen, straight down the planes of his muscles and over all the scars. When Erwin’s tongue dips into his navel and his hands move Levi’s thighs apart again, Levi knows where he must be going. Levi’s swollen cock twitches again in anticipation when Erwin slides his middle finger down the crease of Levi’s ass, just barely pressing into the ridge of his hole.
And then Erwin’s mouth is on him. His tongue rolls over the tip of his cock and his lips close around him. “Fuck. Fuck,” he breathes, “If you don’t stop – I’m going to. You should – No. Keep that up.”
Erwin takes all of Levi in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. Levi really wishes he weren’t already so riled up because he wants this to last. He desperately wants this to last, but he’s right on the edge, and that feels divine. His hands fist in the sheets at his side and he can’t help when he thrusts up into Erwin’s mouth, the finger tracing his opening slides in just slightly. He comes with a deep sigh and heavy shudder, his eyes fluttering shut, releasing into Erwin’s throat – who sucks him dry until the waves of his orgasm ebb.
When Erwin releases him and sits up, Levi opens his eyes and studies his face. His eyes appear an odd mix of contentment, smug satisfaction, and arousal.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Erwin asks, with a smile.
Levi narrows his eyes, “You think you’re done?” He reaches up and grabs Erwin’s tie, still around his neck, and pulls him back down onto the bed.
Summary: Levi makes a very rash decision.
Pairing: Levi/Erwin
Warnings: Dubious Consent, Explicit Content, Frottage
Read on AO3
Levi likes it when Erwin touches him.
The thought is confusing when he first realizes it since Levi has never been especially fond of being touched by anyone as far as he can remember. Yet, every single time Erwin's hand lands innocently on his shoulder, accidentally across his back, or barely brushing against his knuckles, Levi may as well be lit on fire.
It doesn't mean anything, Levi knows. Erwin is the type of person who doesn't shy away from handshakes and casual embraces. He is the type of person who does so only thoughtlessly and carelessly, no real regard for those around him. He has the body language to match the charismatic personality, both of which Levi is gravely deficient.
Levi likes the sound of his voice too.
It haunts him on missions – where he is always the first one Erwin calls to – and he is best not to be distracted. Levi’s name falls, so harmlessly, upon those lips is painful. Over and over. Chills threaten to run down his spine and his hands grow clammy. Like a lovesick girl. It might be a disease. Obsession, adoration, or need. It is dangerous.
As year after year ticks by, it only grows worse. Maybe this is Levi’s retribution for staying alive so long. Maybe this is his punishment. Maybe he is going insane.
This is on his mind when they make camp for the night, one last stop before they reach back to the walls. One more sleepless night spent outdoors before he can jack off in the shower when he gets home.
It is going to be a long one.
He rolls over in his sleeping bag, annoyed with Hange's loud snoring from somewhere nearby. It's been an hour at least since the last guard change for the night so morning can't be far off. The rain that had been pelting them since early afternoon has finally tapered off, but the wet ground seeps through Levi's sleeping bag despite the loosely constructed tent overhead.
Something has been horribly off all day to be making Levi so unreasonably sentimental.
He catches sight of something bright in the tree line and pauses only briefly before he crawls out of his makeshift bed. It's close enough to dawn he sees no reason to continue lying awake to the smell of rain and leaves. He eyes his jacket stacked over his gear, still drying from the onslaught earlier, and leaves it despite the chill of night air. He pulls on his boots, the rest of his uniform still in place, and wanders toward the tree line.
The soldiers on watch are staged in two rows around camp at outposts to see well beyond the clearing of their camp. It's been a smooth expedition, for the most part, no flares gong up and no aberrant titans disrupting them at night.
He steps through the heavier foliage just beyond their clearing, heading toward the torch light he sees in the dark. He judges it should be morning time, the last shift half over. They will head out in a little over an hour but there is time yet to follow stupid whims.
Erwin has a tendency to check the soldiers stationed at each point of the perimeter halfway through each shift - morale or something – so Levi isn't surprised to see him. He poises himself in his path.
"Why are you up?" Erwin asks – stupidly – as though he doesn't know Levi never sleeps on expeditions.
Erwin also has a tendency to say dumb shit late at night.
"I had to take a piss."
Erwin sighs, "If you're feeling lonely, you can just say it. Or am I not the company you were hoping for?"
"Go to hell," Levi mutters, trying to hide the fact Erwin nailed it, even though Levi knows he was only joking. He backs up against a tree and folds his arms, hoping Erwin is not in too much of a hurry to go back to camp. "If I wanted pleasant company, I would have woken Petra up."
"I'm hurt," Erwin says, with a stupid smile.
"No you're not."
Erwin plants his torch in the ground and sits on a nearby tree stump, elbows poised on his knees, and he laughs. He laughs in that soft way that always catches Levi off guard, laughs in that way that makes his gut twist and his heart race.
Levi shuffles uncomfortably and looks down at his feet, where something blue catches his eye. A swatch of fabric, not military. This is an old trail they're heading back on. Evidence is scattered everywhere that the Survey Corps manned that death march through here. It hangs on Levi's mind as heavily as everything else. He went along with it at the time, the same way they all did and Levi stands by his decision to follow Erwin. But there is a chasm there, deeper than the others. He opens his mouth before he can stop himself.
"They weren't soldiers, Erwin."
It comes out of nowhere. They have never talked about it, not once. Levi knows, knows through every inch of his body, that somewhere deep down Erwin feels it. This gets to him. He feels guilt like the rest of them, like everyone. He's not buried his humanity as well as everyone thinks. Levi sees it behind his eyes.
"We don't need to have this discussion here, Levi."
Levi stares at Erwin's face, amid the shadows of torchlight. He studies the turn of his mouth, still so void of any remorse. He's right - he's always right - but Levi does not have to agree. Will not agree. Erwin allowed himself to be backed into a corner and it still hurts. It is one thing to order your own men to their deaths, who vowed to follow you, but they helped pull the gauntlet through the necks of thousands ofcivilians because what – their hands are already so dirty?
"We were wrong about that.” Levi says resolutely. For once Erwin is the one who knows Levi is right, and Levi knows because he says nothing. He laughs darkly to himself, “You need someone to tell you you’re wrong.”
“And you think that person is you?”
Levi clenches his jaw, understanding the problem with his own words. It catches him off guard. They are both broken pieces, no part whole.
He begins to walk off back toward camp, his mind muddled now. Erwin places a hand on his shoulder to stop him as he walks by. Something snaps. Later Levi will take the time to question why that moment was the breaking point, why the glass suddenly tipped over after holding still for so long, and over something so minor. In that moment he only knows that Erwin is the only one he can allow to see him like this.
He rounds on Erwin, angry. He doesn't want that hand there.
Levi twists and grabs Erwin by his arm and hits a pressure point above his elbow. He knows it's painful but for some reason, he wants to hurt, wants to release whatever is bubbling up inside him. This seems like the easiest way.
Erwin isn’t having it.
It is a brief and pointless struggle. Levi tries to punch him. Erwin shoves him against a tree. Levi has the upper hand only so long as he is on his feet. They end up on the ground, Levi’s back against the wet grass.
Once Erwin ends up on top of him, it is over. It wasn't much of a fight to begin with. Maybe Levi lets him win, just a little. He’s not sure how they ended up like this. The irritation, the frustration, is simmering down as quickly as it boiled over. Levi tries to shove Erwin anyway, annoyed to be pushed back and looked down on. He’s grown so tired of this.
"Levi, stop."
Then again, maybe this is a fight they needed a long time ago.
"Calm down." Erwin repeats, keeping the authority in his voice. He pins one of Levi's hands above his head but Levi's other hand continues to shove uselessly at Erwin's chest. He holds Levi down not by his wrists but hands flat on his palm.
Levi likes it when Erwin touches him.
The proximity of Erwin's body moving above Levi suddenly dawns on him and everything else suddenly falls away. Levi somehow forgets that he is flat against muddy ground, covered in dirt and rotting leaves. All he can feel, all he is aware of, is the heat of Erwin's hand on his own and his breath cascading across on his face. Something shifts. Something breaks. Something that hasn’t broken before. When that hot air flutters against Levi's lips, something deep in his gut jolts. In an instance, the air releases from Levi's lungs and this is suddenly a completely different kind of fight. Levi stops trying to push Erwin off and hooks his fingers in the strap across Erwin's chest and tries to pull him down.
Erwin's face tightens and his brow creases but he doesn't budge, still hovering a frustratingly short distance from Levi's already parted lips. Confusion is painted across the lines of his face, as though it has never even occurred to him that Levi wants him, craves him, and for some reason this realization makes Levi angry. His blood boils because he hates that he's felt this, wanted this, alone. He drops the hand from Erwin's chest and grabs Erwin by his hair and slams their lips together.
Erwin does not kiss him back.
Levi feels himself breaking in two. The world spins in slow motion and he's on the ground, falling. Every thought of Erwin that has saturated his mind for one, two three, four years, comes pouring out from the cracks in his bones and seeps through to the surface of his skin. It's like waves of heat emptying from the hole in his heart and bleeding out across the grass amid the trees and the faint morning light.
He will not be denied.
Levi bites Erwin's lip, makes him open his mouth, makes him gasp, and drags his tongue across Erwin's lips and tastes his blood. He grips harder with the hand in his hair and Erwin squeezes tighter against Levi's other hand still pinned to the ground.
It is both satisfying and unsatisfying to be here, like this, everything he's ever wanted from Erwin swirling under his skin. Levi is a mess beneath this man and his words are coming in the form of touch and taste. He no longer remembers how he got here or why he wants this, he just knows he wants more of this. He wants Erwin. He wants him now.
Erwin breaks free long enough to glare at Levi. He looks upset, angry. "Levi, this isn't the time."
"Shut. Up." Levi grits out, knowing full well this situation is absurd. Erwin has pulled back and is out of his reach so Levi pushes his hips up against Erwin's thigh wedged between his legs. The expression on Erwin's face is morphing past confusion and into a mixture of distress and irritation. This is not exactly the face Levi would like him to wear at a time like this, but it suffices, and Levi feels far too desperate to even care. He won't let go.
"You do realize," Erwin starts, his voice frustratingly measured, "We are outside the walls. On the edge of the perimeter. Unarmed. And it is almost daybreak."
Yes. "I said shut up." Levi still remembers where they are. But if they're going to die, maybe now's the time. They can be buried here, side by side.
So Levi gives his answer, panting and grabbing. He continues rolling his hips against Erwin, the movements somewhere between painful and perfect, and he wants so much more. He yanks loose the collar of Erwin's shirt, no longer able to reach Erwin's mouth with his own. His fingers are shaking and his heart still beating as he traces Erwin's skin. He's been waiting for this moment too long to worry about anything else.
Levi kisses and slides his tongue along the fragments of skin he can reach with his lips, tasting the salt of his sweat and trying so fiercely to elicit any response he can. Erwin does nothing to push Levi off. He does nothing to remove himself from Levi's wandering hands. He does nothing to dodge the roll of his hips. Levi pushes himself up further and feels that Erwin is hard too. But he just does not move.
Erwin feels so hot on top of him and the ground so cold and wet below him. "Touch me," Levi demands - begs - growing infuriated from Erwin's lack of response. He wants Erwin's hands on him so badly it's making him crazy.
For the first time, Erwin sounds like he's having trouble keeping calm. "Levi-" he says, in what is clearly intended to be a warning but to Levi's ears it comes off broken and bruised. Erwin sounds almost weak, his mind trying to analyze this situation, to fix it - to fix Levi and whatever has gone awry inside him. But Levi believes fully he is wearing Erwin down, believes he is going to get his way. Levi finally has him where he wants him. Levi is going to win his argument.
He bucks up against Erwin again and grips his fingers around Erwin's hand where he's still pinned down.
Erwin leans down. His voice is barely a murmur, his lips brushing the shell of Levi's ear, "You have exactly five minutes."
Erwin finally releases Levi's hand so he can lean down more comfortably on his elbow and reaches down with his other hand to roughly palm Levi's swollen erection. The hand on the ground grips Levi's hair and keeps his head rooted to the ground. "We are going to have a long talk about this when we get back." Erwin hisses.
Then Erwin's fingers undo the clasp on his jeans and he hears his zipper being pulled down. Levi's cock twitches in anticipation. Erwin slides his hand beneath the belts crossed over Levi's groin but keeps his fingers above the fabric of Levi's boxers, rubbing him hard and quick, heavy-handed but experienced with the flick of his wrist. Levi would much rather his fingers wrap directly around him, his mouth around him, anything, but he also knows they are both filthy and in too much a hurry. This will have to be enough. Levi continues to rut against Erwin's hand, shallow breaths turning to groans, and then to moans.
Levi is already wet beneath the fabric of his pants and attuned to the slick sounds. He presses harder against Erwin's palm, wants him to feel that as strongly as he feels it. He will not believe this is unrequited, that Erwin doesn't want this somewhere deep down. He cannot imagine that Erwin doesn't enjoy this, all that Levi gives him by letting him see this all come out, this desperation he's held in for so long.
Levi closes his fingers around Erwin's other hand where he's still pinned down. Erwin's lowered himself so that his face is in the crook of Levi's neck, his hair brushing against Levi's cheek. Levi smells him, even beneath the rain and the grass, musky and sweet and so completely Erwin. Levi is so close to losing it.
"Fuck you." Levi responds, his voice straining to remain acidic. He ruts harder into Erwin's hand.
Erwin responds in kind by tightening his grip on Levi's cock, thumbing over the head, on top of the wet fabric. Levi grips at Erwin desperately and tries to pull himself up so his face is buried against Erwin's neck but Erwin still holds tightly to his hair. "Fuck! Keep that up!" Levi cries, loudly enough the camp can probably hear him from a stone's throw away. Erwin seems to agree, and shushes Levi, exasperated. The effort seems pointless to Levi because if they heard, then they already heard, and fuck it.
This isn’t what he intended, Levi thinks. The world is growing light around them. It’s raining again. He wants. He needs. An anchor. To something.
Levi's orgasm hits so fast and hard that his body shakes. His mouth falls open and Erwin's hand lets go of his hair to land firmly against his lips, holding in whatever broken sound is escaping there. Levi does not care, not anymore, riding the waves until he can feel the semen caked to his underwear.
Reality sets in quickly then, like he's falling and the ground is rushing up to meet his back, jacked rocks and sharp branches all against him. Erwin is off of him and adjusting his uniform wordlessly and Levi tries to breathe, to steady himself. He sits up, dizzy, cringing in disgust at the stickiness between his legs - all his own doing, he knows. He's also steadily becoming increasingly aware of the mud caked to his arms, the wetness on his back, and the dirt under his nails. He's strangely hesitant to meet Erwin's gaze but he does it anyway. What choice does he have?
Erwin is regarding him oddly, like the reality of what just happened is only just now sinking in. He looks critical but curious, with the subtle tilt of his head. There is no remorse, not that Levi expected it. It is as though Levi is a puzzle he's trying to piece together - one meant only for him to solve.
His voice cuts through the silence between the rustling leaves, "You can clean yourself up when we get back. We need to head out. Now."
Erwin's voice sounds impatient, like a parent too worn out to deal with their petulant toddler and done with excuses. Levi glares up at him, his temper subdued by his lingering embarrassment. He won't show that shame though, only tastes the bile burning the back of his throat.
He turns to leave without another word and Levi grimaces behind him, still seated awkwardly in the grass and mud. With a heavy breath, he haphazardly zips himself up and stands. He follows Erwin's shadow back to camp, painfully aware of the fluids dripping down his thighs.
No one trusts Levi. When winter hits, the barracks are cold and his only option is to share with Erwin. [pre-canon]
Pairing: Erwin/Levi
Rating: Explicit
Warnings — Bed Sharing, Mutual Masturbation, Frottage
AO3
“The offer still stands,” Erwin says casually. He leans heavily against the bedpost of Levi’s bunk and the wood creaks slightly against his weight. Levi glares up at him before flicking his gaze back to the rest of the dorm hall irritably. Not only are the other soldiers not willing to share their bed space, but they also leave as much space between themselves and Levi as physically possible. Obnoxiously so, even.
Tempting though it may be, Levi isn’t exactly keen on sharing with Erwin, in spite of the sudden cold snap that finally moved in early that afternoon. Erwin has graciously offered a space for Levi, but it seems too much. Far too much for Levi to accept. The officers are fortunate enough to have hearths in their rooms so there is no reason Erwin needs to extend this offer for himself. Levi is tired of debts he can never repay.
"Well," Erwin says, running a hand through his hair, "If you change your mind..."
Levi turns away without saying anything further and ignores Erwin's heavy sigh as he turns to leave. He's given him his answer twice already, but Levi regards him coldly out of the corner of his eye while he prepares his bedclothes. He watches out of his peripheral as another soldier catches Erwin before he leaves, saying something to him in a low voice. Their eyes flick to Levi, only briefly meeting his gaze from where he remains rooted at his bunk, watching the exchange with feigned disinterest.
It's probably a warning for Erwin that Levi is still not to be trusted. Levi understands.
He retreats to his bunk, pretending he doesn't see the exchange.
As he crawls into bed, Erwin long gone, Levi realizes the extra blankets from the vacant bunks around him have been removed. He sleeps alone and is not even allotted an extra set of cover. He almost smiles to himself, thinking how much they must want him dead. He buries himself in his meager covers once lights go out.
Levi actually makes it about four hours into the night before he is wide awake and shivering uncontrollably. He absolutely does not want to make the trek down to Erwin's quarters after turning him down three separate times through the course of the day. But the thought is still so tempting. So thoroughly tempting. He thinks about the warmer room with a fireplace and the heavier blankets, far plusher than the generic sheets issued to the newer recruits. He then unwittingly thinks of Erwin's warmer body pressed against his own.
He is reminded again why this is such a bad idea.
So Levi waits, freezing, in his bunk for another half hour. He's shivering so violently that his muscles start to ache and he knows he will be of no use for training come morning if he lets this go on any longer. He hauls himself out of the bunk, bed creaking so loudly in the quiet cold that he stops momentarily to be sure he hasn't woken anyone. Surely, it will not reflect well upon him if he is caught sneaking around the barracks after hours.
When no one stirs, he gathers his uniform in his arms and slips out of the room. He pads down the dark hallway. and the cold seeps through the floorboards and to his bare feet. He remembers why this is surely a poor idea the whole way as he wanders down the officers' hall. He pauses at Erwin's door before walking in, hand on the door. He considers turning around when a gust of chilled wind rattles the walls.
He opens the door and steps in without knocking. As expected, Erwin's quarters are noticeably warmer than the common hall at the far end of the barracks. Erwin is also snoring loudly, a heavier sleeper in his bed than on missions, it seems. Levi pushes the door shut more loudly than when he opened it and clears his throat.
Erwin rouses lazily and gives a half-hearted, tired mumble, "Took you long enough."
Levi grimaces, "Shut the hell up."
"Nice to see you too, Levi," Erwin responds, still sounding half asleep. "Lock the door before you get in bed."
Levi frowns to himself as he re-folds his uniform in an empty corner of the room, wondering who exactly Erwin thinks is going to come barging in on them. Or why it should even matter. By the time his things are meticulously situated and the door needlessly locked, Erwin is snoring again. Levi is disappointed to find, in the moonlit room, that Erwin has taken residence on the left side of the bed and the left side backed against the wall.
Levi quietly curses as he climbs awkwardly over Erwin's limbs and settles into his allotted space on the bed.
It is, at least, warm.
They both survive the night. Levi returns the following evening with no resistance.
He and Erwin fall into a natural rhythm quickly enough. The cold doesn't let up and Levi takes up permanent residence in Erwin's quarters. It's not a difficult transition since Levi doesn't own much (nor does he take up much space). They mostly ignore each other, going about their day-to-day duties.
But Levi absolutely does not cuddle.
They're both up before daybreak. Levi showers while Erwin brushes his teeth and Levi cleans the bathroom while Erwin prepares his squad's schedule. They stay out of each others way and would barely be aware of the other's presence...
If they were actually unaware.
Levi, at least, seems to become constantly aware of Erwin's presence. At all times. Erwin smells... acceptable. He bathes almost nightly - which is far more than can be said of most soldiers - though Levi occasionally wonders if this is an intentional precaution to their current arrangement. The sound of Erwin's soft snores become lulling. Levi starts to smell Erwin on his clothes. Eventually, he smells him on his skin and Levi tries not to think about it too hard.
Levi still insists he does not cuddle.
Yet Erwin always manages to take up more than his fair half of the bed and their bodies wind up in some fashion of contact more often than not.
After the first week, Levi stops shoving him off.
It turns out to be a mistake, two weeks in. Levi wakes up that night, only a few hours after falling asleep. He is met with darkness, flat on his back and eyes unfocused toward the ceiling. It takes him a moment to get his bearings right, sucking in air shallow and deep, with his heart pounding against his ribs. His mind is fuzzy and confused but he knows what he was dreaming about. He knows exactly why he is out of breath, hot, and painfully aroused. He and Erwin somehow became intertwined in the night, legs tangled, Erwin's knee hooked around Levi's calf, arm draped heavy across Levi's chest, and Levi's hip pressed against Erwin's crotch.
The worst thing is how Erwin's face has somehow become buried between the pillow and the back of Levi's ear. His breathing - slow and still dead asleep - comes in long puffs of heated air against Levi's neck, tickling the hairs at the base of his head. Levi could feel that in his sleep, remembers it in his dream, amid the other hazy visions of fingertips brushing across his skin.
Levi has to move.
He miraculously pries himself out of the bed without waking Erwin, who simply rolls over back to Levi. He wishes he could just lie back down now that Erwin is facing a safe direction, but the throbbing in his groin begs his undivided attention. He surreptitiously removes himself from the bed and sneaks into Erwin’s bathroom.
It’s dark and just as unromantic as jacking off in the bathroom of your superior officer can possibly be, but it’s never felt quite so necessary. Levi doesn’t even remember the last time he touched himself as his thoughts swirl with leftover fragments of his overheated dream dance around in his head. He feels disgusting, biting his lip and coming in Erwin’s sink.
He will have to clean that before Erwin wakes.
The next few nights go more smoothly, despite the commentary from the other soldiers. Winter has fully set in and snow and ice make training outdoors less and less practical. The solders are indoors most of the time, all anxious and bored all unadjusted to such a life. There is more than the fair share of disparaging comments thrown around behind Levi’s back.
Word has gotten out about his shacking up with Erwin, and though everyone seems to agree if Levi were to kill Erwin he’d likely have already done it, the others seem to pick up on other issues. There are plenty of curious whispers about Levi’s sexuality – he never did want to join the other recruits for trips to the brothel in town, did he? – and now he’s pegged as Erwin’s personal pet. Levi has been told (by Erwin) not to start any fights with his fellow soldiers, but Levi doesn’t always understand how Erwin can be so passive about the whole thing.
But Erwin doesn’t really get it, Levi decides. Only Levi remembers waking up hot and aroused, feeling oddly settled into his particular spot on the right side of Erwin’s bed. Levi tries to keep things safe without giving too much away. They sleep back to back. It works. Until Levi wakes up to find them tangled together again. Erwin's bare chest is flush against his back, legs strewn amid his ankles, and an arm securely planted below Levi’s head. His erection is unmistakable, digging into Levi's backside.
It's alarming. Troublesome. Distracting.
Levi throws his elbow back and nudges Erwin hard, "Are you going to do something about that?"
When he says it, Levi expects a very specific response. He assumes Erwin will leave the bed and seclude himself in the bathroom. He assumes that Erwin will maybe even be reasonably embarrassed and ashamed at such a callous albeit unintentional display. This is how any sane person would respond, Levi is fairly certain.
Erwin, instead, removes the arm from Levi's torso and reaches between their bodies. His knuckles brush innocently along the small of Levi's back, sending chills up his spine and heat toward his belly. Erwin begins to stroke himself against the back of Levi's thigh. He buries his nose in Levi's hair and mumbles something about how good Levi smells, like this is some sort of justification regarding his current actions when it, in fact, rationalizes nothing.
Levi shifts awkwardly, wondering if he is supposed to say something. Or do something. His own groin tightens amid the languid thrusts Erwin makes into his hand. Caught up and unsure of what else to do, Levi experimentally rolls his hips backward. He angles downward against Erwin's upward thrust, the head of his cock inches in the crease of Levi's ass. He feels his breath hitch in his throat as he fights the urge to start touching himself, his own erection now straining against the fabric of his pants. He grips the sheets in front of him instead.
The sound of their course and heavy breathing fills the room, cold air emanating from the frost-covered window above their heads. It is growing light out, though still cloudy and cold, and Levi relishes in the heat building inside and around him. He feels Erwin maneuvering himself free of the waistband of his pants to press his cock fully against Levi, only the fabric of Levi’s clothing separating the touch of skin to skin.
Levi lets out a strangled breath, holding back a moan and grips the sheets harder. He twists his face so his lips are pressed to Erwin’s arm, still propping up his head. Giving in to the sound of Erwin’s deep sighs Levi reaches his hand under the waistband of his pants and wraps his fingers around his length. His mind immediately flashes to going through the same motions by himself, in Erwin’s bathroom, only a couple nights earlier.
This is incomparably better.
Levi’s arousal grows tenfold and he slides his thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading pre-cum down his length. He pushes his hand further down and massages his balls and places an open-mouthed kiss to the dip of Erwin’s inner elbow. He realizes with an odd pang that Erwin’s scent has grown comforting and welcoming and Levi is enveloped it in.
Erwin pushes one of his legs between Levi’s, garnishing more friction and Levi rolls his hips more desperately back against him. Erwin bends the arm under Levi’s head to pull Levi closer against him, the warmth of his body trapped in the confines of the blankets that Erwin pulls over their heads to block out the increasing light from outside.
Levi is writhing against the confines, legs tightening around Erwin’s and his hand more aggressively running up and down his length. Erwin presses himself against Levi, letting loose the hand he’d been using on himself to hold Levi’s hips in place as he ruts against him. The contact is lost for a brief moment when Erwin raises himself up and bends down to run his mouth along the shell of Levi’s ear. In return, Levi moans, the air in their confined space no longer enough, and he twists himself around. He needs more contact, more heat, more something.
Levi tries to flip himself over but Erwin is suddenly on top of him, straddling his legs. He doesn’t struggle because he now has a good glance at Erwin’s hard cock, glistening with pre-cum even in the dim light. Levi grabs a fistful of Erwin’s hair and pulls him down, mouth hovering over his own. They stay like that for a solid second before their mouths collide. Levi’s lips tingle and his body is alight. He takes control, pushing his tongue into Erwin’s mouth, exploring his taste – just as intoxicating as his scent.
When the kiss finally breaks, Erwin brings his lips, along with his tongue, down, down, down Levi’s jawline and then over the skin of his neck. Levi rolls his hips upward, desperately. He pushes the waistband of his pants down around his waist and starts to pump himself again, renewed desire heating up by the heat radiating down from Erwin still poised above him and sucking on his neck, his collarbone, his chest.
“Slow down, Levi.” Erwin says against his skin. Levi almost fumes. It’s condescending, he knows it’s condescending, but holy hell if that voice isn’t about to send him spiraling over the edge of some unknown precipice.
Levi slows the movement of his hand but his hips still buck helplessly below where Erwin straddles him. He sets his jaw firmly, he’s panting, and Erwin is just watching him. It is no longer morning. It is no longer another day, trying not to die. It is just this one moment. It is thrilling. Exhilarating. Levi has never wanted someone as badly as he does in this minute of his life.
Erwin has one hand by Levi’s head, balancing himself on his knees above Levi’s shaking body. He starts touching himself again, slow and steady, matching Levi’s pace and making his mind feel hazy. Levi runs his free hand down Erwin’s side, along his ribs and down his abdomen, the sweat on his skin gleaming and wet under his fingertips.
Levi’s wandering hand lands on Erwin’s upper thigh and his fingers dig into the bare skin above his boxers still bunched at his hips. He moves his other hand faster along his length, fingers squeezing tighter, and breath coming quicker. Erwin follows his lead. They watch each other, mindless of their movements, both panting and gasping. Levi feels himself growing close, his breaths shallow and labored and he thrusts shamelessly into his own palm. His eyes flutter shut.
“Yeah… yeah,” Levi moans, unaware he’s speaking. His toes curl and he drops the hand on Erwin’s hip to dig into the sheets. Erwin kisses him again and it’s almost more than he can take between the searing feel of those lips upon him and the friction of his hand. There is something more. Something heavy but fleeting. It is the fire in-between.
Erwin comes first, releasing warm and wet across Levi’s stomach and chest along with a muffled groan. It drives Levi finally over that edge and into whatever abyss waits on the other side. He comes violently, a shuddering mess, but too numb too care how ridiculous he must look and sound.
They stay like that, catching their breath in silence. Levi is afraid that when he opens his eyes, things will be awkward and uncomfortable. He's vaguely aware of the increasingly alarming sticky mess spread across his abdomen as well.
What the hell were they thinking?
But Erwin rolls off him first, lying down on his back beside Levi. “Better?” he asks, breaking the silence.
Levi almost rolls his eyes. “Yeah,” he concedes, “Better.”
You wanted prompts, yes ?(: if you please, you should write a Levi, Eren, Erwin threesome where Levi is the bottom, and is getting fucked by eren while he gags on Erwin's dick. Thank you !(:
For you, anon.
I wrote it as a sequel to Rewards because I was brain dead for a new premise. I’m so lazy~
Eren always took things to the extreme. Levi was content to move on from their little “incident” and forget that gross lapse in judgment that he and Erwin conjointly allowed. Boundaries, however, were apparently long gone. Eren seemed to believe he was entitled to touch them now, whenever he goddamn pleased.
Eren’s hand would land surreptitiously on Levi’s knee during dinner, he’d lean in a little too close when he spoke, and he had, on more than on occasion, entered Levi’s quarters without knocking. That alone was really grounds for anyone else to get strung up by their toes. To make matters worse, Erwin only encouraged the dumb kid. He, in fact, appeared to think the situation was fucking hilarious.
Levi strongly disagreed.
And Levi was forbid from disciplining Eren for flirtation. Erwin graciously informed him that he was allowed to turn Eren down, but under no circumstance could Levi punish Eren for being “affectionate” - a term Levi also strongly disagreed with since that cheeky brat knew exactly what the hell he was doing.
Levi tried his best to reinstate the appropriate amount of professional distance between them, but could only grimace as Erwin fell for all of it. He never brushed Eren’s wandering hands off. He even stayed in Eren’s cell at least one night a week and seemed to have a habit of disappearing in various intervals of the afternoon when Eren was also (conveniently) nowhere to be found. It only pissed Levi off all the more.
He was not jealous.
At all.
Paperwork just didn’t do itself and Levi was picking up all the slack. How he managed to wind up in this situation, surrounded by such idiots, was still an unanswered question constantly burning in the back of his mind.
It all came to a head one morning after Levi hadn’t slept, hadn’t showered, and was in a particularly foul mood after the reports he’d been finalizing all night - in Erwin’s stead - turned out to no longer be necessary.
"Oh, I’m so sorry, Captain Levi. We received word yesterday that this project was halted. Did Commander Erwin fail to mention it to you?"
Levi left the recruit gaping in the hallway as he went in search of blood. He was going to strangle Erwin, he decided. Then slit Eren’s throat.
(Perhaps it was not quite that dramatic, but he did plan to kick them both in the face).
He naturally found both of them passed out in Eren’s bed, half naked with the blankets twisted about their legs. As he walked in, Levi slammed the door shut louder than he really needed, trying to rouse them both. Morons.
They slept on despite Levi’s rude entrance, clearly up too late and having too much fun while Levi worked his ass off. He walked to Eren’s side of the bed and kicked the frame.
Eren blinked slowly and gave Levi a tired look once he seemed aware of his surroundings, “What time is it? It’s barely light out.”
Erwin just rolled over and ignored them both.
Levi glared.
"Hey. We have t’day off, remember?" Eren continued, with a yawn. "Just c’mon and get in bed. It’s warm and you look tired."
Levi was barely able to look properly affronted because Eren took it upon himself to reach up and tug Levi’s arm in an effort to pull him on the bed. “What do you think this is?!”
Eren giggled at him and grabbed at his harness to get more leverage. Levi must have been too annoyed to watch his balance because he fell quite easily, landing strewn haphazardly across Eren’s lanky body. “Why are you already dressed? You’re such a weirdo.” Eren said, still laughing.
Eren immediately started unclasping his straps and Levi swatted his hands away, straddling Eren’s waist to better combat Eren’s insistence. Erwin stirred beside their struggles, only to pull Eren’s pillow over his head, so Levi retaliated by reaching over to pull back on the pillow that Erwin clung to for dear life. Levi changed tactics and decided to suffocate him instead. Why the hell did Erwin think he could just go back to sleep after Levi covered his ass?
The movement, however, had the unfortunate side effect of granting Eren open access to Levi’s neck, which he blatantly exploited. The feel of Eren’s lips upon the sensitive skin beneath the collar of his shirt, it seemed, was almost enough to make him forget how angry he was.
How angry he was that he was up all night worrying about pointless reports, of course, not that they were down here having fun without him.
"Stop that." Levi chastised, half-heartedly.
Eren smiled against his skin, his hands continuing to work their way through the layers of Levi’s uniform. “You like it,” he murmured, “I missed you, you know. You smell really good.”
Levi cringed, despite the rather pleasant sensation of Eren’s fingers working their way under his shirt and up the edge of his ribs. It had been three days since he’d had a proper shower and he was in a bed with his boots still on. “I’m not your toy,” Levi replied, and even he heard the fight leaving his voice.
Eren leaned up and brushed his lips against Levi’s, “Why not?”
He kissed Levi before he could respond, tongue and teeth sucking out the irritation. Levi kissed him back, memories of the first time flooding back in a rush. Eren’s hands continued up Levi’s chest and around to his back and down to the edge of his pants. His shirt came off and Eren ground his hips up against Levi’s backside.
"What the hell do you think you’re up to?" Levi asked.
Eren smiled against his mouth again. “I’m going to help you relax, sir.”
Levi wanted to roll his eyes at the mock formality in Eren’s tone but the insinuation of Eren’s words was not sitting well. His concerns were tossed aside as Eren ran his palm against Levi’s erection that strained against his jeans. “Told you you liked it.” Eren said with a smirk.
Levi valiantly attempted to pin Eren’s hands above his head but the kid somehow managed to flip Levi over so he was wedged between Eren’s front and Erwin’s back. Then Eren’s hands were back on him, fingertips brushing against his nipples and his tongue caressing the dip of Levi’s collarbone. He traveled further down Levi’s stomach and an idle hand tugged at the belts on Levi’s waist and the clasp of the button on his jeans. Levi rolled his hips while his breath came out ragged.
He partly hated Eren for being so capable at turning him into such a mess and was the other part concerned as to how and why Erwin was pretending to sleep through all this nonsense.
Eren pushed Levi’s pants down around his hips - awkward from their angle - and curled his hand around Levi’s length. The resulting sound that escaped Levi’s mouth was nothing short of embarrassing. It did, however, manage to finally grab the attention of sleeping beauty behind him. Erwin turned back over and wrapped an arm around Levi’s waist, kissing the back of his neck. Eren shimmied further down the mattress and took Levi in his mouth.
This really was not how Levi envisioned spending his morning. But he was tired. He was still angry. But it felt good.
Apparently Erwin had been training Eren well all these nights. So why should Levi not enjoy the feel of his tongue as it slid up and down his length or Erwin’s teeth grazing the juncture between his neck and shoulder. He forgot why he pushed Eren away so much. Is this what he was missing out on?
Eren was right; it was warm.
Levi was thrown off, though, when Eren’s fingers inched their way between his thighs through the space left open where his pants were still bunched around his legs. His fingertips probed around his backside and Levi was quickly certain of where this was going. He pulled at Eren’s hair but he wasn’t trying to dissuade him, not really. It was better still since Erwin’s hands worked their way across Levi’s chest and his mouth between his shoulder blades.
Levi became vaguely aware that it was growing light outside and the three of them would most certainly be missed at breakfast despite having the day off. The request to stop this insanity, however, repeatedly died on his tongue. It felt too nice with Eren’s tongue on his dick, Erwin’s teeth on his skin, and being aggressively fingered by their oft-overzealous titan-shifter.
“I hate you both,” he muttered with what he intended to be bite. It tragically came off all wrong as the words landed amid gasps and whimpers that Levi would later vehemently deny.
All malice was lost.
Erwin outright laughed at him.
The next thing he knew, Levi was being maneuvered on his knees and Erwin was handing Eren their discarded bottle of lubricant. Eren’s fingers were back inside him, even more aggressive and quick with their movements. Levi’s hands fisted in the sheets under him and the bed creaked as Erwin crawled to Eren to oversee his efforts. Levi was not fond of being placed on such blatant display but he also didn’t want it to stop.
“Eren,” Levi said, his voice a subtle plea. Eren seemed to understand, pressing his length against Levi’s hole.
When Eren pushed inside him, Levi was unable to contain the long moan that escaped his lips. He buried his face in the mattress, knowing full well his expression must look ridiculous. Erwin ran a hand through his hair and Levi didn’t know if the motion was meant to be comforting or condescending but he really just didn’t care because Eren was inside him. Moving. And it felt different. Good. Amazing.
Levi rocked his hips backward, his motions stinted because his pants were still settled around his thighs and he inwardly cringed at the fact he still had his boots on in bed. He couldn’t dwell because Eren was leaning over him, his hot torso scorching on Levi’s back. His mouth hovered over Levi’s ear and his breath fluttered like gentle wind carrying Levi’s name.
It wasn’t bad, Eren languidly fucking Levi like they had all the time in the world.
But Levi wanted more. This just wasn’t cutting it.
Levi reached over his shoulder and grabbed a fistful of Eren’s hair. “Harder” he demanded, and he felt Eren’s smile.
Amid Eren’s renewed vigorous thrusts, Levi glanced backward at Erwin, who was still in his boxers, hand on the small of Eren’s back, guiding him. “If you’re just going to sit there gawking, you can leave,” Levi said when he felt he could keep his voice even.
Erwin had the audacity to look slighted at Levi’s commentary, “I’m sorry. Did you want something from me, Levi?”
Levi was preparing a retort, trying to balance on his elbows and take back some control of the situation, when Eren bit the back of his neck. Hard. Levi was forced to bury his face back in the mattress to conceal the broken groan in his throat. Eren was crying out, going at him roughly, and his fingers dug painfully into Levi’s hips. Levi forgot about his loss of control. He just wanted more.
He demanded that Erwin get the fuck over here, or some approximation of such as his words were scattered amid gasps and cries. Erwin fortunately complied, settling on his knees in front of Levi and allowing him to push down his boxers and take Erwin’s erection in his mouth.
Eren approved of the show, it seemed, as he thrust even harder against Levi. In and out and in and out. Levi matched that pace with his tongue and his lips wrapped Erwin’s cock, and his jaw ached but he took some sick pleasure out of the desperate sounds escaping Erwin’s mouth.
Eren’s cries were growing louder and faster, words intermingled with unintelligible sounds. “I’m getting close, Levi, I’m getting close.”
Levi could tell. He balanced himself on his left arm and reached his other hand to attend to his neglected cock, pumping himself while he continued to swallow Erwin’s length. Eren’s nails scraped down his sides and Erwin’s hands tugged at his hair. He tasted pre-cum on the back of his throat and pulled back to swirl his tongue around the tip, relishing every taste and every sound.
Eren reached around to replace Levi’s hand with his own, allowing Levi run his hand up Erwin’s thighs and around his balls. He moaned himself, muffled through is occupied mouth. Eren was repeating his name, Erwin begging him not to stop.
Maybe Levi had not lost control, after all.
Their pleas pushed Levi over the edge. He came across Eren’s hands and over the blankets below him. He struggled to keep his mouth on Erwin as he released into Levi’s mouth, the taste vile but rewarding as Levi continued to ride out his own orgasm.
Eren whimpered as Levi finally pulled away from Erwin’s cock. Eren’s hands found their way back to Levi’s hip, his palm still moist and sticky against Levi’s skin. He screamed as he came, the sound surely traveling upstairs.
Levi didn’t care. He didn’t care about still being half-dressed in Eren’s bed. He didn’t care about the bitter taste still lingering on his tongue or the stickiness on his hips or the sheets below him. He didn’t even care about the wetness dripping between his legs and down his thighs.
Eren wants to please his Commander.
Pairing: Eren/Erwin
Rating: Explicit
Warnings — (Dominant) Bottom!Erwin, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, mild cum play
AO3
Based off this prompt.
Eren cradles the heavy stack of fresh documents in his arms as he makes his way upstairs. He knows Commander Erwin has been drowning in paperwork ever since they returned from Stohess, the higher ups still laying the burden hardest on him for the stunt they pulled there weeks ago.
When Erwin's not in his office, Eren ventures down the hallway to his quarters. The whole way down the hallway, Eren questions whether or not he should have just left the stack of papers on Erwin's desk. It's not exactly professional to bother the Commander during his time off, but Eren wouldn't have volunteered to make he delivery if he didn't want to see him. He knocks on Erwin's door and waits for Erwin to call him in, standing awkwardly and biting the inside of his cheek.
He pushes the door open slowly when Erwin calls him in, the wood creaking loudly against the door frame. It clanks quietly when Eren pushes it closed behind him. He can't even remember why he's so nervous until he steps in and sees Erwin seated at his private desk pushed against the wall to Eren's left, just below the window. He doesn't immediately acknowledge Eren, his profile highlighted in orange light, his harness off, the collar of his shirt loosened, and his fingers scribbling away notes on paper. Eren watches the last remnants of the late afternoon sun dancing shadows across the paper.
He finally glances up at Eren and looks slightly surprised before he smiles, "Oh. I'm sorry, Eren. I was expecting Hange. Did you need to talk about something? I'll be finished shortly."
Eren doesn't immediately realize he's just standing there gaping. "N-no sir!" Eren recovers, "I was just dropping this off." He extends the heavy stack forward and adds, uselessly, "I'm sorry."
"There is nothing to apologize for." Erwin assures. "Thank you."
He turns in his chair to accept the stack of paperwork and Eren nods. This is probably his cue to leave, but Eren looks toward the window at the dwindling sunlight. Erwin has always been nothing short of kind to him, even when he messes up, and even when he is a failure. Erwin never chastises him and never disciplines him. "Would you like me to go ahead and light the oil lamps for you, sir?"
"That's not necessary," Erwin answers, still scribbling away on his papers. "I'm probably going to turn in shortly. It's been a long day."
Eren nods again but lingers in the room. It must be difficult for the Commander to do what he has to do every day an still be so calm and considerate to soldiers like Eren. He rolls his next words around in his mouth for a minute before speaking. He wants to do something for his Commander... something risky. And maybe just a little selfish. "Would you like me to help you relax, sir?"
Erwin looks up and raises an eyebrow, regarding him curiously. "What exactly did you have in mind, Eren?"
Eren grins to himself. This is not a rejection yet. He steps behind Erwin and carefully place his hands on his Commander's shoulders. “Okay?” he asks, and Erwin nods. Eren kneads slowly, waiting for Erwin to stop him, but he doesn't. The way Erwin’s breath seems to even out makes Eren believe he’s doing a decent job. His hands travel down Erwin’s back, his muscles moving and tightening beneath his shirt. Eren's hands travel back up Erwin's shoulders and then his neck, and dip beneath the collar of his shirt, part accidental and part not.
The room is still bathed in orange light, but Erwin has stopped writing Eren bends down and brushes his lips along the ridge of Erwin's ear, "What else would you like me to do for you, sir?"
There is a moment of quiet and Eren trails his lips just below the base of Erwin's ear. Eren is never one to half-ass anything, after all. He decides to just go for it. "I want to please you, sir."
Eren feels Erwin tense up under his hands only slightly. "It would please me, Eren," he starts as Eren moves to kiss the back of his neck, "If I could see your face."
Eren grins against Erwin's skin, his stomach tightening with excitement. "Yes, sir," he says and walks around to face Erwin, who leans further back in his chair. Erwin helps Eren straddle his legs and then pushes him backward so he's leaning back against the small desk. The heat from the window warms his back.
Erwin runs a hand up Eren's hip, thumb slipping under the belt at his waist. "Are you okay with this, Eren?" Eren nods aggressively, feeling the heat on his face as Erwin's hand traces further up his side. Eren's fingers dig into the desk as he balances himself. Erwin adds, "Just tell me if you want me to stop."
Eren nods again and bites his bottom lip. Erwin leans forward to pull the hem of Eren's shirt loose and Eren sucks in a deep breath when both of his hands land on Eren's stomach. He pushes Eren's shirt up high enough that his fingertips brush against Eren's nipples. "Are you already getting hard, Eren?"
Eren's blush deepens, "Yes, sir."
Erwin removes his hands from Eren's chest unclasps the belts at Eren's waist before leaning back again in his chair. "Touch yourself," he commands.
Eren obliges by pushing his hand under the fabric of his loosened pants and rubs himself through his boxers. Erwin fingers the belt on Eren's right thigh as he slowly unbuttons his own shirt, eyes fixed on the movement of Eren's fingers along his growing erection.
"I-is this good, sir?" Eren asks.
"You're doing very good, Eren," Erwin assures and the hand on Eren's hip back to the top of his bare hip. Eren's skin turns to fire under the touch and he squirms, trying to achieve more friction without pushing his pants further down. His breath quickens and his heart pounds louder when Erwin begins to rub himself through his pants. Eyeing the bulge under his hand, Eren wants to touch him so badly.
Erwin hooks a finger through one of Eren's belt loops and tugs gently at his pants, "Let me see you, Eren."
Eren nods and removes the hand working himself to push his pants along with is boxers far enough down that is length is exposed. Erwin continues to stroke himself and Eren feels more aroused than he does exposed, knowing that his Commander enjoys what he is seeing. Eren moves to wrap his fingers back around is aching cock, but Erwin grabs his hand to stop him. "No. Not there," he says.
Eren furrows his brow, confused, and wonders if Erwin is ready for Eren to touch him now. "Sir... ?" Eren starts.
But without saying anything, Erwin just reaches around Eren and pulls something out of desk drawer and hands it to him. Erwin moves his knees to push Eren's legs further apart, as they can go with his pants still bunched on is hips. Eren studies the bottle of lubricant for a few seconds before he pieces it together.
Ah.
Eren swallows and coats his fingers in the oil, trying to think up how exactly to do the action sensually. He is certain he fails horribly, but Erwin is rubbing himself again, his other hand rubbing along his chest and down his abdomen. Eren watches those fingers trace along the dips of his stomach and down to the line of gold hairs trailing down to his line of his pants. Eren imagines how that skin would feel under the pads of his own fingers as he awkwardly bends so he finger himself.
Eren has tried this before, when he is alone, but he's never managed to make it feel as good as he's heard it's supposed to. However, here under his Commander's intense gaze, he barely contains his whimpers as he bites his lip.
"Do you feel good?" Erwin asks in his smooth baritone.
Eren nods. "Yes, sir. I feel very good, sir!" he exclaims louder than he means to, his arousal urging him to probe his fingers deeper than he has before. Eren shuts his eyes, so lost to foreign sensations in his body. He cries out in surprise when Erwin's mouth lands on his cock so his tongue can lap off the drops of pre-cum beading at the tip. "That feels even better, sir!"
Erwin lets off to laugh softly at Eren's outburst. Eren adds a second finger as Erwin grips his length and moves his hand across Eren's now saliva-slick erection. Eren opens his eyes to look back toward Erwin and sees him unbuttoning his own pants as he languidly pumps Eren.
"Tell me," Erwin starts, "Do you want me inside you?"
Eren's mouth falls open and he nods frantically. Erwin gives one more firm stroke to Eren's cock before standing to lean over Eren, his breath fluttering against the shell of Eren's ear. "Or would you rather be inside me?"
Eren shivers under the heat from Erwin's body pressed firmly against him and Erwin's hand runs back over the tip of Eren's cock. With his hips pressed more firmly against the edge of the desk, Eren struggles to keep moving his fingers inside him. "Whatever you like, sir!"
Erwin forces Eren's pants further down his legs now that he's no longer straddling his lap. He moves is hand down to massage Eren's balls. "Are you going to make me come, Eren?"
Eren's voice comes out a low whine as he thrusts into Erwin's palm, "Yes, sir...."
"Good boy," Erwin purrs into his ear, "Undress and get into the bed."
As soon as Erwin steps back, Eren scrambles toward his bed, stripping off is boots and belts as he goes. Erwin is right behind him, helping him pull of his shirt and pants. Their lips finally meet as Erwin half-pushes, half-lifts Eren onto the mattress. Eren smells Erwin so clearly, the day's work tangible on the scent of his skin, tongue wet against his lips.
Erwin strips off the remnants of his own clothes quickly and crawls on top of Eren, rolling their hips together. Eren tries to push up against Erwin bu he's held down, Erwin's teeth grazing along his neck, down his chest, and his tongue flicks a nipple as he settles further between Eren's legs. Eren is writhing and his hands fist in the sheets while a string of unintelligible murmurs come spurting from his lips.
Erwin plants wet kisses down his thighs and the base of his abdomen. His hands are fire, touching and reaching everywhere while Eren squirms in the sheets. The room is growing darker, soft dying light bathing them in shadows but Eren feels so hot. He sees red and white and Erwin caresses him everywhere but where Eren needs it most. His neglected cock twitches every time Erwin's hands or mouth come close.
Eren tosses his head back against the pillows and shuts his eyes. It feels as though Eren has been waiting hours, days, weeks by the time Erwin finally takes him in his mouth again.
Eren screams.
Erwin backs off and leaves Eren whimpering while he reopens the bottle of lubricant and spreads it over his hand. Eren is panting and his heart pounding wildly when Erwin slowly coats Eren's length in the oil. "You can't come yet," Erwin says in a low voice, "I want you to make me come with your cock. Will you do that?"
"Yes!" Eren cries out desperately. Erwin easily flips him over and switches their positions, arranging Eren between his legs. Erwin raises his knees and positions Eren's cock against his entrance.
Eren squezes his hands on Erwin's knees, nervous and excited, but he hesitates. Erwin does not wait. He pushes down on Eren's length, taking him in fast and hard. Eren whimpers above him, eyes fluttering shut. Eren tries his best to match the rhythm Erwin sets as he pushes backward against Eren. Erwin guides Eren's hand to his cock and Eren maneuvers his fingers across the smooth skin.
"That's good, Eren," Erwin says in a breathless voice, "That's very good." Erwin leans up so he can run a hand through Erens hair, wiping his bangs from his forehead and rubbing his thumb and forefinger across the ridge of Eren's ear. "Just a little harder, Eren."
Eren moans and tries to move his hips and match the pace with his hand. "It's - I'm... Commander. Are you close? I-I'm ready to come."
"Not yet." Erwin says, "Keep going."
"No, I'm - Oh. Please, Commander." Eren grits out, desperately.
Eren is still whining when Erwin switches their positions again, Eren's back falling flat against the bed again. Erwin straddles Eren and lowers himself on Eren's cock slowly. Eren struggles with his hands grasping at the sheets while he tries not to just thrust upward. Eren gasps and his hands let loose of the sheets to dig into Erwin's thighs. It feels too good, too hot, too tight. Eren doesn't want to come yet. Eren cannot come yet.
He wants to please his Commander.
Eren doesn't know if he can start moving, he feels already so close to that edge. Erwin moves for him, undulating his hips so he slides up and down Eren's length. Eren gasps and struggles under him, nails digging into Erwin's skin, voice broken and desperately crying out "Please. Commander. Please."
"Not yet," Erwin says, his own voice sounding more raw than usual. "You're not going to disappoint me, are you?"
Eren shakes his head, eyes clenched shut and jaw tight. "Good boy," Erwin repeats and Eren shudders beneath him, "Just keep that up, Eren. You're being so good to me." Eren starts moaning loudly, shamelessly.
Eren leans up, propping himself on his elbows, trying to be closer. Erwin's cock runs pre-cum across Eren's stomach. Eren sucks in a breath, trying to keep himself under control. Erwin then alters their pace, going faster as he sinks down on Eren. Up and down up and down. Eren tries to calm himself down amid Erwin's low groans above him, the sounds far too threatening to push him over the edge.
"You're almost there, Eren," Erwin murmurs, "Just a little more."
Eren glances up at him, sees his forehead wet with perspiration, face slack in pleasure. Eren is moaning openly, his body feeling light. He is afraid he won't make it. He reaches between them to grab Erwin's cock, running his fingers up a down his length and his thumb over the tip.
Erwin continues to move his hips up and down on Eren's cock, his pace growing faster and harder, and Eren's cries grow louder and louder. Eren is desperate. He leans forward so he is almost sitting up and licks at Erwin's nipple and then sucks and Erwin grips a handful of Eren's hair.
Eren backs off enough he can look up again at Erwin's face. Eren knows he's close by the way his rhythm has grown erratic, his groans now loud moans and his eye shut. Eren strokes him more aggressively and Erwin answers him, grinding harder. Eren tries to move his own hips as best he can from his position, pleasure seeping through his bones.
Erwin releases with a loud groan, his cum warm as it splatters against Eren's stomach, chest, and drops hit his cheek. Erwin continues to move on top of Eren, barely missing a beat after his orgasm. He pushes Eren back down by his shoulder and moves his fingers through the cum across Eren's chest, sliding his moist fingers to tease Eren's nipples again.
Eren's hands grip at the sheets again, so hard he thinks he will rip the sheets. "Come for me, Eren. Now." Erwin demands, his voice recovered.
"I going to! Commander please!" Eren cries out and Erwin comes down on Eren harder, his fingers still smearing cum across Eren's nipples. Eren screams again when he comes, releasing inside Erwin, who stays above him until he rides out his orgasm.
They lie in the dark for only a few minutes when there is a frantic knock at the door, followed by muffled shouting.
