#levimarco

[motelroomjesus]

FUCKIN WINMIN AND.JEANERWIN AND REITORI AND RINGISA AND LEVIMARCO. HELP ME. I AM DROWNING IN CRACK SHIPS AND I CAN BARELY BRING MYSELF TO CARE.

[freckledbodtsoldier]

marcolevi?

Who is louder?Marco

Who is more experimental?Levi

Who takes more risks?Levi

Do they fuck or make love?Mostly fuck, but I think it would turn into making love eventually.

Lights on or off?Varies depending on where they are.

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?Marco

Who is more likely to suggest a threesome?Surprisingly, I think Levi might at some point.

Has either stolen the other’s underwear?Nope

Who comes first?Marco

Who is better at oral and who prefers it?Marco’s better at it, and prefers to give it rather then get.

Who is more submissive?Marco

Who usually initiates things?Both, though a lot of the time’s, Levi

Who is more sensitive?Marco

Who has the most patience?Levi, but Marco can be quite patient too.

Which kinks do they share?Hair pulling, neck biting, some bedroom roleplay/dressup, light bondage, back scratching.

[cherieaa]

Marco smiled as he entered the building.  It was an abandoned storage unit that was in the middle of a field.  He had no idea why it was there, or what exactly was stored in it before, but it made him feel...peaceful.  He sat down by one of the walls, closing his eyes and listening to the winds going throughout the two story building.  But suddenly, he heard footsteps.  His eyes shot open and his heart felt like it was going to come up his throat.  Then, he heard running.  He got up, and got in a defensive position.

"Who's there?" he asked, glancing around until he saw a hand gripping a wall.  But whom did that hand belong to?  He took a step closer, and suddenly it was gone.  "C'mon, it's alright.  Come out, I won't hurt you.." he said, suddenly realizing that the other was probably as scared of him as he of them.  But no head peeked from behind the stone slab.  Marco thought for a few moments, and then noticed a piece of chalk on the ground, and got an idea.  He picked it up, and went to the wall, and started writing. hello!  since you obviously dont want me to see you, how about we talk like this? ill set the chalk down and close my eyes.  i wont peak, i promise! So Marco set the chalk down and stepped away, covering his eyes.  He then heard walking, and a few moments of silence passed before chalk against stone and then more walking.

One day, Marco decided to take a chance, and did not set the chalk on the floor after replying, and covered his eyes with the other.  He held his hand out, and waited.  He heard the footsteps coming closer and closer, unsure but steady.  When Levi's hand touched Marco's, he felt sparks going through his entire being, giving him goosebumps and leaving him breathless.  The skin was warm, soft, but not going unscathed, as the teen felt several scars.  The hand lingered there for a few moments, tracing circles on Marco's palm before grabbing the chalk, and walking away to write down another reply.  "Thanks." Marco said quietly.  After that, Marco didn't set the chalk down for Levi to grab.

Just a few days later, Marco came in again with a fresh set of chalk.  "Levi!  I'm back!  Again.  I wonder what we'll talk about today?" he called out, setting down the colored chalk on the floor, and held the white one up, closing his eyes.  But he heard no footsteps, felt no small delicate fingers tracing along his arm.  After a few moments, he opened his eyes, and gasped when he saw the short teen peeking out from behind the wall.  "L-Levi?" he asked, and the other nodded, coming out from behind the stone.  Marco slowly inched closer, and Levi just flinched, but did not back away.

The taller boy smiled.  "Well, not exactly how I pictured you...I thought you would be a bit taller," he said, reaching out to touch Levi's face.  Levi grabbed Marco's hand midway, however, and pulled him down and closer until Marco could feel Levi's warm breath on his face.  Dull, dull dark brown eyes gazed into Marco's amber ones.  If Marco was going to question the shorter one, it was muffled by Levi's lips pressing against his. It was short and sweet, but it left Marco breathless.  But he noticed that Levi's cheeks were stained with red, and he looked somewhat uncomfortable.  "Thanks..." Marco decided then that he loved the sound of Levi's voice.  It was deep, but somehow adorable.  

Every time they met at the old building after that, Levi would come out but he would barely speak.  They ended up having rather one-sided conversations until Marco suggested Levi write down his responses until he was more comfortable with speaking.  They didn't kiss(at least not on the mouth) again, but there were always intimate touches, hugs, rubbing each other's backs, holding each other's hands, etc.  It was pleasant, and Marco felt like it was...just...right, with Levi.  But it did not last forever.

Marco ran to the field excitedly, a bouquet in one of his hands.  He was grinning, but his expression fell when he saw workers tearing it down.  The ground where perfectly golden wheat used to grow so tall was torn up and ugly.  The teen saw Levi standing a few feet away from where he was with a green blanket covering him, his expression was serious and calm but Marco could see the other's nose scrunched up, and his cheeks were flushed and wet from tears.  Marco ran over and hugged the smaller man, cooing him.  "It's gonna be alright, I promise...our meeting place is gone, but the memories that came with it are not.  You may have considered it a home, perhaps, but I think of you as my home, and I hope that could think the same of me, Levi." he said quietly, rubbing circles on the raven haired boy's back.

Levi looked up, his sobbing ceasing, and he put his hands on both sides of Marco's head, pulling him down and kissing him.  "Thanks."

The prompt was two friends have a special meeting spot that gets destroyed, but they rebuild it vov

[cherieaa]

Marco shifted uncomfortably under Levi's burning gaze.  The shorter one had been staring at him all through breakfast, morning training, and now lunch.  Marco just hoped he didn't do anything wrong...though, he might be mistaken, but the stare maybe held a bit of...affection?  What could he have possibly done to earn his captain's affection?  Well, it was probably just his imagination either way.  It still made Marco feel nervous.  "Uh, Captain?  N-not to be rude, but...why are you staring at me?"

Levi's expression did not change at all, and he continued his gaze, so Marco assumed he had not heard and was about to repeat his question when Levi spoke suddenly, "I'm trying to devise a strategy."

Marco said "Oh." before going silent again.  Levi just kept on staring at him.  "A strategy for what?  Are we going on a mission soon...what do I have to do with it?"  "I'm trying to make a plan on how to make you love me."

Marco couldn't help but let out a laugh at the ridiculousness of it.  "Well I don't think you can make someone love you, Levi, I don't think it works that way." he replied.  Levi frowned.  "Then what am I supposed to do?"

Marco stopped laughing and his expression became more serious.  Was Levi being serious?  Then again, when wasn't the captain serious..  He sighed, and put a hand over the smaller one's.  "Maybe you don't need to make me love you.  Maybe I already do," the words spilled from his lips before he even thought about what he was saying, and Marco gulped when he saw a dangerous spark in Levi's eyes.

The next thing he knew, soft lips were roughly pressed against his, and he was being shoved onto the table, a small squeak coming from his throat before being smothered.  He felt the smaller man beginning to unbutton his shirt with his free hand, the other holding Marco down.  But then, they heard someone cough, and some giggling from a few other people.  Marco's face flushed, becoming red as a tomato, and Levi got off of him.  The captain glared at the others in the room as if it was their fault for being there, then grabbed Marco by the wrist and started dragging him somewhere.  "We'll continue this in my quarters."

-giggles- The purrompt was 'love is a strategy'.  Another humorous one to cheer you up! vov

[cherieaa]

Marco watched as the older but shorter man across from him gobble down a fifth piece of garlic bread.  He had started noticing, when he began dating Levi, that he was quite obsessed with bread.  He would have as much as he could if it was served at restaurants, he would always have some sort of sandwich in the morning, heck he even loved hamburgers.  It was a wonder how much Rivaille could eat it, with how...small he was, not to insult him.  Finally, Marco spoke up.  "So, you really like that garlic bread, huh?" 

Levi jumped up a little, becoming flustered and starting stuttering in some sort of attempt to explain himself.  Eventually, he took a deep breath and his expression went back to his normal irritated look.  "Yes, I do..it may seem simple, but it's one of my favorite foods..." he replied, just a tiny bit of blush covering his cheeks.  Marco just smiled and hummed in response, and continued eating his own meal.

  A few days later, Marco was in the kitchen, sighing and staring at his creation.  This was no good, Levi would be back soon, and the taller was not satisfied with what he had done.  No, not at all.  Suddenly, he heard the front door open.  Marco gasped and put a paper towel on the food, and ran out to greet his boyfriend.  "H-hey, Levi!  You're back early..." "And you're wearing an apron that's covered with flour.  You were cooking?"

Marco laughed nervously.  "Y-yeah, your deduction is correct...  It's nothing, really, I don't even think I did right." Levi just ignored him and walked into the kitchen, moments later coming out with a big bowl of pasta in one hand, a basket of freshly baked garlic bread.

And thus, for a few minutes through dinner, Marco was barely pecking at his food.  He was spending most of his time staring at Levi, trying to figure out whether the other liked it or hated it.  After what seemed like an eternity of not being able to figure Rivaille out, Marco spoke, "I'm sorry.  I know it's horrible and I shouldn't have tried to-" but he was cut off by a pair of lips on his.

He tensed up at first but after a while he melted into it, burying his fingers into Levi's thick, black hair.  When they separated, they were both panting.  "N-no, it's fine...good, actually.  Thank you, Marco..." Levi said as he sat back down, wearing a forced looking smile.  Marco grinned.

"Can I do this regularly the-" "No."

 The prompt was obsession with bread vov