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“Checkmate.”
Eren looked down at the chess board in front of him. Damnit. He had lost again. No great surprise, the Captain always won when they played. But with Levi recovering from a cold, Eren thought maybe he had a chance this time. No such luck.
“You cheated,” he pouted.
The corner of Levi’s mouth twitched a ghost of a smile. An imperceptible movement to some, but not to Eren. He spent the most time with the Captain, after all. Over the last year they had grown even closer. Eren would come to the Captain’s office at night with a pot of tea and two cups. They would sit together in comfortable silence for hours while Levi worked on his mountain of paperwork and Eren would try to chip away at it in any way he could.
It wasn’t a request that the Captain had made of Eren. Rather, Eren just started doing it one night and had never stopped. Levi had made no comment on it, so it just continued. There had been a few occasions where Levi didn’t have as much paperwork to get through and had taken to teaching Eren how to play chess. “So maybe I can have a worthy opponent for once,” he had grumbled to Eren as his reasoning. Eren, as it happens, had been a worthy opponent, but he never won. He had gotten so close only a handful of times, but Levi had come out of seemingly nowhere with a checkmate. Tonight was no different.
“You can’t cheat at chess, brat,” Levi huffed.
“Well surely you found a way, sir,” Eren crossed his arms and slumped back in his chair. Utterly defeated. He was being a brat, he knew that. But he also knew Levi didn’t seem to mind it.
“Stop whining and reset the board already,” it was meant to be harsh, but there was zero bite behind Levi’s words.
Eren began resetting the pieces to either side of the chessboard. It was late, the sun long since gone down. They were in Levi’s bedroom, not his office. But since his bedroom was connected to his office, neither of them thought much of it. Sadly, this was probably the last night Eren would stay here. Levi had caught a cold four days ago and Eren had quarantined himself with his Captain. Thanks to Eren’s Titan shifting ability, he never got sick. Levi had been steadily improving over the days, and on this fourth day his fever was completely gone, and he seemed more like himself again.
Hange had decided that Levi should be kept isolated to his quarters until he felt better to prevent the sickness from spreading through the entire regimen. Eren had seemed distressed when he learned Levi was sick, so Hange had ordered him to tend to the Captain during his illness. They had a maniacal smile on their face as they gave the order, which Eren tried not to linger on. This didn’t mean Eren had to stay with Levi the entire time, but he was stubborn, and Levi had lost the argument. He had been too tired and weak to throw Eren out on his ass when he showed up with a pillow and a blanket from his own sleeping quarters. Eren had simply notified the Captain that he would be sleeping on the couch in Levi’s office in case he needed anything in the night.
Levi had protested, but he also knew how stubborn Eren was. He could be an immovable bolder when he wanted to be, and apparently this was one of those times. Levi’s head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, so the most he did was grumble loudly before falling back into bed.
They had spent the next four days together. During the day Eren would only leave to prepare food for them both in the barracks kitchen downstairs. Other than that, they spent every moment together. Levi slept a lot the first two days, a fact that Eren was grateful for. It was no secret in the Scouts that Captain Levi suffered from insomnia, but being sick seemed to cure that temporarily. Eren found himself wanting to watch Levi sleep, it was such a rare sight to see the Captain vulnerable. He pulled up a chair next to Levi’s bed and read a book he found in his office. Levi’s office had a wall that was a floor to ceiling bookshelf, and it was packed with books. On the third day Eren had asked if Levi had read them all. His Captain had just shrugged in the way he did as if to say “Yeah, so?”
Eren lost the next game of chess much quicker than the last one. He was too tired to care. He looked over at the Captain, who didn’t seem tired at all. Sleeping for two straight days seemed to be all his insomnia riddled body would allow. Eren had the feeling that sleep would allude Levi tonight.
“Go to bed, Eren. You’re practically falling asleep in your chair,” Levi said as he kept his eyes on the board. He had begun to reset the pieces.
Levi had taken to calling Eren by his first name when they were alone, a fact that Eren treasured. He was no longer “Yeager”, not in these moments. Eren had still not worked up the courage to do the same with Levi. Afterall, he was his superior officer. Even if they were alone, it felt disrespectful and far too intimate to use his first name. Not that Eren would have minded if they were more intimate…

No. Stop that line of thinking right now.

“Do you need anything before I go to bed, sir?” Eren asked as he stood from his chair and returned it to Levi’s desk where he had grabbed it from. When he re-entered Levi’s bedroom, he found the chess board set back in its place. Levi was also standing now, waiting for Eren to return before he answered him.
“You know damn well I can get whatever I want if I need it in the night, brat.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
Eren sighed. “Yes, sir I know that, but I’m here to help you until you feel better.”
This was an argument they had been having every night before bed.
Levi’s eyes searched Eren’s face and his gaze seemed to soften. He lowered his arms to his side and his next words were spoken quietly. “I know, Eren. I appreciate all your help. But I’m feeling better today. I barely feel sick at all anymore.”
That was what Eren was afraid of. He hated that the Captain was ill, but he was feeling selfish. He had been enjoying spending this much uninterrupted time with the older man. They spent all day together; it was so domestic. It made his heart ache to think about going back to his quarters in the dungeon.
“Lucky for you then, Captain. You’ll be rid of me as your roommate by tomorrow.” Eren said, trying to hide any of his bitterness. He had the feeling he was failing at it.
“Yes, I suppose that’s true,” Levi said as he looked away. “But you’re always welcome here.”
Eren felt his heart skip a beat. This was an offering. An offering from Levi. Letting him know he hadn’t hated their time together the past four days. Eren couldn’t help the smile that took over his face. Levi returned his gaze to Eren’s face and rolled his eyes at the smile he found there.
“Go to bed, Eren” he grumbled before turning away from him.
Eren knew Levi was not going to sleep, but he didn’t want to push the subject. He was tired. He turned and made his way to the door that separated the office from the bedroom. Hand on the doorknob, he turned around to face Levi one last time.
“Good night, Captain.”
Eren closed the door and curled up on the couch in the office. He hadn’t questioned his proximity to the Captain the first two nights he slept here since Levi had been so sick. His main focus had been ensuring Levi was well and that he didn’t need anything during the night. But now that he was feeling better, the thought of sleeping just one room away from Levi made his skin feel hot. Levi had been his Captain for three years now, and Eren had been harboring a crush for the older man the entire time. It was ridiculous, of course. The Captain would never be interested in him for a number of reasons. Namely, their massive age difference. Levi didn’t know how old he was, growing up in the Underground he had never known. He assumed he was somewhere in his early 30s, but no one was certain. Even so, every December they celebrated his birthday, much to Levi’s displeasure.
Eren had turned 18 in March earlier this year, a fact that thrilled him. He was no longer a kid; he was a man. He had grown several inches taller than Levi over the last year in particular, something that irritated his Captain endlessly. Eren’s hair had also grown long, it brushed against his shoulders, and he wore it half up most of the time. Even his body had filled out. He was no longer the lanky kid he had been at 15. He had grown muscle all over thanks to the endless training he endured in the Scouts.
All of this only made his composure around his Captain harder to maintain. It had seemed Levi had noticed the changes in Eren as well. Lately whenever Eren searched for Levi in a room full of people, he would find those steel gray eyes already on him. It had to mean something, right? But he reminded himself that the Captain was in charge of him. He was his captor and executioner, should he do something to warrant it. Surely that was all it was. Just keeping tabs on the monster in their ranks. Even still, Eren hoped it was more.
The next morning Eren woke to the sound of pen scratching on paper. He knew that sound well. His eyes fluttered open to the familiar sight of Captain Levi sitting behind his desk bent over whatever paperwork he had today. Eren laid there for a moment longer, taking the opportunity to stare before Levi knew he was awake. The man never ceased to take his breath away. Levi’s skin was the opposite of Eren’s. Where Eren was golden and sun kissed, Levi’s skin was pale like porcelain. His eyes were sharp, the color like cool metal. Eren always imagined Levi’s jet-black hair was soft. He desperately wanted to run his fingers through it and scratch at the undercut.
When Eren would bring the tea at night, Levi would always be in a simple long sleeve shirt. Forgoing his cloak and uniform for comfort within his own space. On the warmer summer nights, he would roll the sleeves up, revealing his forearms. Eren was ashamed to admit the reaction the mere sight of his Captain’s muscled forearms had on him. He knew Levi was nothing but hard muscle under his clothes and he longed to feel it. To run his hands over those abs he knew were there and see them flex at his touch.
He was suddenly pulled from his fantasies when Levi spoke. “I know you’re awake, Eren.”
Eren’s cheeks flushed as steel gray eyes met his green ones.
“Good morning, sir,” he whispered as he sat up.
Levi’s only response was a grunt as he returned his attention to his paperwork. Eren stretched his arms above his head as the blanket fell from his chest. As a shifter, Eren’s body temperature was higher than that of a normal human. This was the excuse he used when he slept on Levi’s couch without a shirt on. Levi didn’t look in his direction, but Eren knew it was only a matter of time. As Eren stood, he turned his back to the desk and stretched a little more than was necessary.
Did he need to bend over and touch his toes? No, but it didn’t stop him from doing it. Eren noticed the sound of Levi’s pen scratching had stopped, and he couldn’t help but grin to himself. He bent over one last time before turning around too quickly for Levi to avert his gaze in time. Their eyes met and, much to Eren’s surprise, the Captain didn’t look away.
“Are you feeling better, sir?” Eren asked, all too happy to play innocent.
This seemed to pull Levi from whatever spell he had been under. He blinked and looked back at his paperwork before he spoke.
“I am. I made a full recovery thanks to a stubborn brat who refused to leave me for even a second.” Levi grumbled, eyes never leaving his desk.
Eren beamed at this, a grin stretching across his face. “Maybe you should thank that person,” he teased. Eren heard a huff, which could’ve been a laugh, as he left the office to enter the bathroom that was off Levi’s bedroom. Eren was still grinning as he closed the bathroom door, thoroughly enjoying his morning so far. He brushed his teeth and washed his hands and face before grabbing one of his shirts from his stack of clothes he was keeping on top of the Captain’s dresser. He pulled the shirt over his head and remembered that he was going back to his quarters today. Suddenly his happy feeling disappeared as he grabbed his stack of clothes and returned to the office. Might as well get it over with.
He folded up his blanket and added it to his clothing with the pillow. He returned his attention to Levi, who was back to scribbling away at his work.
“I’ll be going back to my quarters, sir,” Eren couldn’t keep the disappointment from his voice. He was sure he looked miserable, too, but he found it hard to pretend now.
Levi stopped his writing and set his pen down. He looked at Eren, hoping to meet his eyes, but the younger man was staring at the wall.
“Right,” he said quietly. “There is no training scheduled today.”
Eren nodded and grabbed his pile of things he had brought with him. He felt hollow. He didn’t realize how much he had been enjoying the last four days with his Captain. He had his hand on the doorknob when Levi spoke again.
“I’ll see you tonight for tea, Eren. Don’t be late.”
Eren spun back around so fast he was surprised he didn’t get whiplash. Levi had picked his pen back up and was looking down at his work. Eren grinned before replying “I wouldn’t dream of it, sir.” With that, he slipped out and Levi heard the soft click of the door before he leaned back in his chair.This kid was going to be the death of him, Levi was sure of it. He set his pen back down and rubbed his hand over his face. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he thought about the past four days. It had all started because he had woken up with a scratchy throat and a fever. He had felt terrible. It took him twice as long to complete his normal morning routine before he made his way down to the dining hall. The moment he stepped into the room, Hange was in his face.
They were yelling, as they always were. The shitty four-eyes was incapable of talking at a normal volume, no matter the situation. Levi wasn’t even sure what they were going on about this time, his head was too busy pounding. He shoved Hange’s face away from him and continued walking to the kitchen. He needed tea, surely it would help him feel better. Hange, never perturbed by a hand to the face, continued following Levi into the kitchen. They never stopped yammering the whole way there.
Levi poured his cup and turned to find a table when he felt unsteady on his feet. He swayed, only slightly, but Hange saw it.
“Woah, shorty, are you okay?” They screeched.
“I’m fine!” He snapped, but he suddenly felt dizzy. He set the tea down and placed both hands on the counter.
Hange, who had never had any concept of personal space, put their hand on Levi’s forehead before he could stop them. “Levi you’re burning up!” Always with the yelling.
Levi slapped their hand away and tried to stand straight, but he felt nauseous now. He closed his eyes, but it did nothing.
“You’re sick, Levi. You need to go rest.” They said, hands on their hips.
Sick? Levi didn’t get sick. He was Humanity’s Strongest; how could he be sick? But as he stood there, room slightly spinning, he had to agree he did not feel good. Before he could say anything, Hange was already gripping his arm and dragging him from the kitchen.
“Come on, we need to get you back in bed,” they said as they pulled on him.
“Hange, I’m fine. We have training today and I have work to do,” he griped as he continued to be unable to remove his arm from their hold. Why did he feel so weak?
“Levi,” they stopped and turned to him once they were in the hallway leading up to the Captain’s quarters. “You are sick, which means you are contagious. We can’t have you getting the whole regimen sick.”
Levi hated to admit that Hange’s logic was, for once, sound. It wouldn’t do any good to spread his illness to others. He grumbled, but Hange knew the sound as acceptance. With that, they both made their way to Levi’s room. Hange didn’t pull on him this time.
Before Levi could slam the door in their face, Hange said something confusing. “I’ll be sure to send a little gift up later to help you feel better,” then they howled with laughter as they walked back down the hall.
Levi closed his door and shook his head, he had no idea what that psycho was up to this time, but he didn’t care. Being awake for only a few hours had made him feel significantly worse than when he woke up. He removed his cloak, cravat, ODM straps, and boots before sitting down on the edge of his bed. He unbuttoned his shirt and sat there for a minute. He was so dizzy, every movement making the room sway. He put his elbows on his knees and tried to breathe. It didn’t seem to help. He finally peeled his shirt off and crawled under his covers in just his pants.
Normally Levi struggled to sleep. At night he would spend hours awake reading or working as sleep alluded him. He had always had insomnia, remnants from growing up and living in the Underground for most of his life. There was no light down there, no sun to gauge the time of day. Being above ground for a decade wasn’t enough to cure his poor sleeping habits. But as his head hit the pillow, he instantly slipped into a dreamless sleep. Maybe being sick wasn’t so bad.
When Levi woke up again it was dark in his room, but there was a soft light flickering. He was confused, it should’ve been pitch dark if it was nighttime. He rolled over in bed and was shocked to see Eren sitting up and asleep in a chair next to Levi’s bed. Ah, so Eren had lit the candle that was now glowing on the bedside table. Levi’s sick addled brain took a minute to process this information. Then it took another minute. Why was Eren here? Was this a dream? Maybe his illness was playing cruel tricks on him, showing him the person he always wanted to see.
But this wasn’t a dream. This was no trick. Levi could hear Eren’s soft breathing in the quiet of the room. His hand was halfway to Eren’s face when his senses returned to him, and he pulled back like he was being burned. What was he doing?!
He sat up in bed and remembered he didn’t have a shirt on. But it was too late. Maybe it was the creak of the bed springs as he sat up or maybe Eren was only lightly sleeping because he was suddenly awake. The most beautiful color of forest green Levi had ever seen met his eyes and they both froze.
Time seemed to stop. Levi just sat there. Why was he just sitting there? He should ask why Eren was here, why was he in his bedroom? He had never been in here before. Not even in all the nights they spent having tea in his office. But words escaped him. His brain was sluggish from his fever and all he could do was look into those beautiful eyes. Eren made no move to speak either, and Levi saw his eyes dip lower to his pale chest. Levi watched as a light pink spread across Eren’s cheeks. Gods he was cute. Levi found himself staring at Eren’s lips. They were pink and plump and looked so very soft. Levi wanted to pull the bottom lip between his teeth and suck on it. Okay, maybe this sickness was a bad thing.
Levi cleared his throat and Eren’s eyes flew up to meet his own, looking incredibly guilty. “Eren,” he croaked before he had to stop. His throat burned. He reached a hand up to massage at his throat before he tried again. “What are you doing here?”
Eren tracked the motion of Levi’s hand on his throat as he spoke. “I went to see Hange for my weekly experiment, and they said that you were sick.” As if this answered everything.
Levi remembered what Hange had said before he fell asleep. They were going to send him a little gift. It would seem that gift was Eren. That fucker. He was going to wring their neck once he was feeling better.
“Why are you here?” He tried again. “You’ll get sick.”
Eren shook his head, seeming to relax. “No, sir, I don’t get sick. Hange said so. I’ve never gotten sick since I became a shifter. I’m immune.” He smiled. Gods that smile.
“Hange cancelled our experiments for the day and told me to come take care of you while you’re sick. I wasn’t going to be able to focus anyway.” Eren finished.
Levi wasn’t going to acknowledge that last bit. “I don’t need to be taken care of, Eren. I’m a grown man. It’s just a cold.” Levi wanted nothing more than for Eren to stay and take care of him, but wild horses would not pull that from his lips. He was his superior officer; he was in charge of him.
Eren seemed to bristle at this, and Levi groaned internally. He knew what was coming next. “You are sick, Captain. I’m staying.” And there it was. The famous Yeager stubborn will. It left no room for argument, as it never did. Eren didn’t even give him a chance to respond before he was standing up from his chair.
“I’m going to go make us both dinner, and if I come back and you are out of that bed then I will personally tuck you back into it.” And with that, he strode out and closed the door behind him. That fucking brat.
Levi huffed but made no move to get out of bed.
Eren was back less than an hour later with two bowls of stew and two cups of tea. He also had something that Levi did not understand: a pillow and a blanket.
“What do you think you’re doing with those?” Levi questioned.
Eren, ever defiant, set down the food and left for the office with the pillow and blanket without answering. Levi waited impatiently. Eren returned and handed Levi his soup, finally meeting his eyes. “I’m sleeping on your couch in case you need something during the night.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Levi just blinked at him. “You’re what?” He snapped.
Eren sighed, apparently expecting this reaction. “You’re sick, Captain. Let me take care of you.” He waited a moment before whispering, “Please.”
Levi wasn’t sure if he should be offended or thrilled. Maybe it was both. The idea that this brat thought he needed taking care of was insulting. He was Captain Levi Ackerman, the strongest. But there was another part of him, a part he kept locked up, that liked the idea of Eren staying with him. His sick brain was letting these thoughts leak out more than usual, which was dangerous. He decided to look down at this stew.
“Just don’t make a mess, brat.”
He didn’t have to look at Eren to know he was absolutely beaming. He heard the smile in his voice when he replied, “I wouldn’t dream of it, sir.” They ate their dinner in silence after that.
Now their time together was over. Levi was back to perfect health and there was no reason to keep Eren here. He hated to admit how much he enjoyed Eren’s company. The kid had grown into a beautiful man right in front of his eyes. He was no longer the loud, angry child he had been when he joined the Scouts. He still had the fire in his eyes, those damn eyes, but he was more in control of it now. He didn’t explode at every tease Kirstein threw his way anymore. He didn’t snap at Mikasa when she fussed over him. He had calmed down significantly, but he was still Eren. Firey and passionate and stunningly beautiful.
Because, no, Levi wasn’t blind. He had noticed Eren change in other ways. Much to Levi’s horror, Eren was a foot taller than him now. Eren had the audacity to look smug about it, too. Levi wanted nothing more than to kiss that smug smile off his handsome face. It had gotten harder to keep himself in line the more time they spent together. He would catch himself staring when they were in the dining hall at their respective tables. Embarrassingly, Eren had caught him more than once. Eren would give him the most beautiful, softest smile before returning to the conversation he was having with his friends.
Levi had wanted to protest about the nightly tea visits, he should have protested, he knew that. But he couldn’t bring himself to say no when it came to a certain Titan shifter. After a year of the visits, he had found himself looking forward to them. Eren was smart and sassy, and Levi knew he was falling just a little.
He pulled himself from his thoughts and sat up straight in his chair. He picked his pen back up and decided to focus on his work. He had missed four days after all, and the paperwork hadn’t stopped coming in.Four months later, the Scouts were returning to the barracks from a weeklong mission outside the walls. With all the Titans gone, it was purely a reconnaissance mission to explore the island. It had rained the whole time they were gone, and half the regimen was sick. It was the reason they had returned a week before they were scheduled to. As they rode through the gates, Eren kept glancing at the Captain.
Levi rode atop his horse looking only half awake. He looked exhausted and his cheeks had the lightest dusting of pink. Eren instantly knew he was sick again. Eren dismounted from his horse at the stables and walked over to Levi, who was still on his horse. His Captain swayed slightly in his seat; eyes closed now.
“Captain,” Eren said softly, placing his hand on Levi’s knee.
Levi blinked his eyes open and peered down at his subordinate. Not seeming to register that they were done riding.
“We’re back, sir. You have to get off your horse.”
Levi blinked again but said nothing. Maybe he was sicker than Eren thought. Eren looked around. It was still raining, so everyone was hurrying to get inside. Only a few people remained outside, and they weren’t paying them any attention. Eren turned his focus back to Levi, who was still looking at him through half lidded eyes. Eren tried not to focus on what that look was doing to him.
“Come on, Captain. Take my hand. Let’s go inside,” Eren said softly. He reached for Levi’s hand and gave him a gentle tug. Surprisingly, Levi took it without comment and allowed Eren to help him down. Levi’s knees immediately buckled when his feet hit the ground, but Eren was expecting that. He was quick to catch his Captain and tried to steady him on his feet again. Levi swayed more than Eren was comfortable with, so he wrapped an arm around his waist and walked him inside. Thankfully everyone was already gone by now.
Levi was leaning into Eren and seemed to be half conscious. It was going well enough, until they reached the stairs. Fuck, Eren had forgotten about the stairs. He glanced down at Levi whose head was now resting against his shoulder, eyes closed. Captain wasn’t steady enough on flat ground, let alone stairs. Eren took another quick glance around before quickly scooping Levi into his arms and climbing the stairs. It took twice as long as it normally would have, but Eren got them both back to Levi’s quarters. Levi was heavier than he looked.
Once inside, Eren wasn’t sure what to do with Levi. They were both completely soaked from the rain. He could hear them dripping onto the floor as he stood there contemplating his next steps. He needed to get them both out of these wet clothes, that had to be step one. He looked down. Levi was asleep in his arms, which complicated things slightly. He walked into the bedroom and set the Captain down on the bed before fumbling to light a candle. It was late and the room was completely dark until he finally lit the match. Levi was going to get that side of the bed wet, but Eren hadn’t wanted to set him on the floor.
Like all the commanding officer’s quarters, Levi had a fireplace in his bedroom. Eren made quick work of getting a fire lit before he turned back to Levi. He was still sound asleep, breathing slightly labored. Eren wanted to let him sleep, but he had to strip them. Reluctantly, he knelt next to the bed.
“Captain,” he tried. Nothing. He placed his hand on Levi’s shoulder and shook him gently. “Captain, wake up.”
This time Levi cracked his eyes open a sliver. “Eren,” he breathed. It took all the air from Eren’s lungs to hear his name said that way. He steeled himself; it wasn’t the time for that.
“Sir, we made it back to the barracks. I think you’re sick again. We need to get you into dry clothes, okay?” He spoke softly, but he hoped he was conveying his urgency.
Levi made a non-committal sound, but he was awake, so Eren took it as permission. “Come on, sit up.” Eren placed his hand between Levi’s shoulder blades, taking one calloused hand in his own, and helping Levi into a sitting position.
“Eren,” he breathed again. It seemed to be all he could say at the moment.
“Yes, sir that’s right it’s Eren. I’m here. Let me help you.”
Levi hummed and Eren wasn’t sure what it was supposed to mean, but he took it as some kind of acknowledgement. He removed the Captain’s cloak, cravat, boots, and socks without issue, but those were the easy pieces. It was the ODM straps that were going to be the biggest problem. Thankfully Levi wasn’t wearing his blades or gas canisters. The mission had been purely reconnaissance and there was no need for the full ODM gear. Even still, Levi wore the leather straps that would carry the gear.
Eren made quick work of the straps around Levi’s chest, removing them and placing them by the fireplace with the rest of the removed garments. Hopefully they would all be dry by morning. He returned his attention to the rest of the garment and froze. The other straps were around Levi’s hips and thighs, running down his legs to his feet. They seemed to mock him.
He took a deep breath and began undoing the buckles one at a time. He was being extra careful about his hand placement. But now was the hard part, he needed Levi to stand in order to get the whole thing off.
“Captain,” he whispered.
Levi opened his eyes, only slightly, and peered at him. Eren took it to mean he had his attention for the time being.
“I need you to stand up, okay?”
Eren could practically see the cogs of Levi’s sick brain trying to process the information. It felt like hours had passed, but Levi finally nodded. Eren exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He took both of Levi’s hands into his own and they stood at the same time. He went to drop their hands so he could continue his work, but he found Levi holding on. He looked down, only to find Levi’s eyes were closed again.
He smiled to himself, giving the Captain’s hands a gentle squeeze before placing them on his shoulders. “Hold onto me, okay?” Levi was swaying, so Eren was giving him a foundation. Levi gave a grunt, eyes still closed, but he was gripping Eren’s shoulders, so he continued.
He paused with his hands halfway to the buttons on Levi’s shirt before he shook his head. Don’t think about it. He needs to get out of the wet clothes, he told himself.
With shaking hands, Eren unbuttoned his Captain’s shirt and took a breath before pulling it open. Fuck. It was better than he imagined. This wasn’t the time or the place or the moment, but Gods Eren was over the moon. Levi’s chest, and probably entire body, had permanent marks from years of wearing the ODM gear. It only made him more striking. Eren removed one hand from his shoulder at a time to completely remove the shirt. He placed each one back when he was done his task. He took a deep breath. His face was burning. The pants.
He looked down at the Captain’s pants like they were his greatest nemesis, and maybe they were. Before he could think too much on his next task, Levi started trembling. The room was heating up nicely from the fire, but he still had cold, wet pants on. Right. Eren pulled on the ODM straps he had already unbuckled and tugged them down to pool at Levi’s feet. Before he could overthink it, his hands were moving again. He undid the button on Levi’s pants and pulled the zipper down, his mind not as blank as he would’ve liked.
He took a second, searching Levi’s face, but his eyes remained closed. Right. This didn’t need to be a big deal. This was about survival. He exhaled and bent down to remove the wet pants. Levi’s hands remained on his shoulders, grip firm, as his pants were peeled from his legs. His muscle memory was clearly taking over because Levi lifted each leg enough for Eren to pull the pants completely off. Eren couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips, thinking about a young Levi having his mother help him change. Levi had only mentioned his mother once, but Eren knew she had been sacred to the older man.
He laid the pants down by the fire with a splat sound echoing through the quiet room. He did the same with the last of the ODM straps. Levi was still shivering, and there was only one article of clothing left.
When Eren looked at Levi’s face again he found those severe eyes fixed on him. He paused his movements, waiting for any kind of protest from his superior officer. After a beat of silence, he realized he would find none. He needed to remove the last piece, but he didn’t think he had the mental strength. He was being ridiculous. With his brain screaming at him, he removed the Captain’s boxers and tossed them by the fire, averting his eyes from the area that was now freshly naked.
Eren didn’t think he would have much luck redressing the Captain in his current state. He was teetering between awake and asleep on his feet. He opted to just get him into bed.
“Sit down, sir. Get under the covers. We need to warm you up,” Eren explained.
Levi did not speak or move. His eyes were still open, still focused on Eren’s face. Eren felt one hand leave his shoulder, only to be placed on his cheek. The hand was cold, and it jolted Eren, but he made no attempt to remove it. For a moment, they just stared at each other. Eren wasn’t sure what to say, what to do. He knew Levi wasn’t completely himself right now, but he leaned into the touch. He had longed for such a gentle moment from this man for years. He took a minute to be selfish. Then his own shivers began. Right. He needed to remove his own dripping wet clothes now. Sickness or not, he was uncomfortable in the cold garments.
He broke the contact by taking both of Levi’s hands in his left one. He placed his right hand on Levi’s shoulder, applying pressure. Levi got the hint and sat down on the bed. Eren pushed his shoulder again, signaling for Levi to lay down. Levi was gripping Eren’s left hand with both of his, not willing to let go as he laid down. Eren pulled the covers up so Levi was tucked in. With Levi’s hold on his hand, it left him bent over his Captain, his right hand placed on the bed beside the older man’s head. Their faces were so close. If he just leaned down a little more, they would kiss.
They stared into each other’s eyes again and Eren found himself drowning. “Eren,” Levi breathed again.
“I’m right here, Levi. I-I just need to change, okay?” His teeth were chattering now.
Levi’s pupils dilated at the use of his first name falling from Eren’s lips. He sucked in a sharp inhale that did not go unnoticed by Eren. He really did need to change. His shivers had turned into full on shaking. Eren had no idea how, but he found the strength to pull away from Levi.
He stood and quickly shed his own wet layers. He brought in a chair from the office to drape his pants and shirt over since he was running out of room on the floor. He turned to the bathroom and found a towel. He ran it over his hair, doing his best to quickly dry it. When he was completely bare and dry, he turned his attention back to the bed.
Levi’s eyes were closed again, but he was trembling. Eren knew he needed body heat, he knew it was for survival, but he let his heart leap a little anyway. He used the same towel to dry as much of Levi’s hair that he could reach with him already laying down. It wasn’t perfect, but it was dryer than it had been. He tossed the towel into Levi’s laundry basket before turning to the dying fire.
He added two logs and made sure it would stay burning for a few more hours. He blew out the candle on the bedside table, the fire providing more than enough light for the dark room.
With nothing else to prevent him from the thing he wanted most, he crawled into bed with his naked Captain. Eren hesitated for a moment once he was under the covers, unsure of how Levi would react in the morning upon finding them both naked in his bed. But before he could get too lost in his thoughts, Levi rolled towards him and curled into his chest.
Eren’s heart stopped beating, his lungs stopped working, his brain short-circuited. The only thing that brought him back to the land of the living was how cold Levi felt against his skin. Eren was cold too, but Levi felt like ice.
His hands were shaking, but not from the temperature, as he wrapped his arms around Levi. He held him close to his chest, waiting for both of their tremors to stop. Eren warmed up first, but Levi shook for a few more minutes before settling. Eren didn’t loosen his grip. He knew Levi was asleep by his soft breathing, which tickled Eren’s neck.
With Levi finally safe and warm, Eren realized just how exhausted he was. He had been terrified, and he was only now processing that. He laid there and listened to Levi breathe. Before he knew it, sleep had claimed him too.
Much like last time he was sick, Levi slept for almost 24 hours. Eren had woken the next morning with Levi still in his arms, sound asleep. He brushed the hair from his Captain’s forehead with the lightest of touches. Then he did something he had always wanted to. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss to Levi’s forehead. He pulled back and found Levi undisturbed in his sleep. He could lay here all day, but he needed to clean up the mess of clothes from last night. Levi would throw a fit if he saw the state of his bedroom. Eren chuckled at the thought before removing himself from Levi.
Half a day later, Eren settled back into bed with a sleeping Levi. He had cleaned the bedroom and office, a task that took hours. It might’ve gone faster, but he was constantly, maybe obsessively, checking on Levi. He hadn’t moved much, but he was still breathing so Eren left him to rest. He had gone to notify Hange that the Captain was sick again. They had seemed weirdly excited and started cackling. As before, they ordered Eren to tend to Levi until he was back to full health. They had a glint in their eyes that made them seem wild. Maybe Levi was right, maybe Hange really was crazy.
Eren had stopped by his room and grabbed a few days of clothes before returning to Levi. He purposely left his pillow and blanket behind. He was going to change their sleeping arrangement this time around. His patience had run out. He knew what he wanted.
When he crawled back under the covers with Levi it was dark outside. Levi was still naked, but Eren was wearing pants this time. He blew out the candle on the nightstand and settled in. He pulled Levi to him, burying his face in his hair and inhaling the scent. Eren loved Levi’s scent. He smelled of black tea and cinnamon, like comfort. Levi nuzzled closer in his sleep and Eren could’ve cried. He hoped they could remain like this when Levi woke up. Close. He really didn’t want to let go. He was done waiting.
Eren woke in the middle of the night. He opened his eyes, but all he saw was darkness. What had woken him up? His question was answered when he felt Levi squirm in his arms. He looked down, his eyes adjusting to the lack of light. Levi was flinching, soft whimpers falling from his mouth. Was he dreaming? Levi turned his head and Eren felt something wet on his chest. He reached down and cupped Levi’s face. Oh gods, he was crying. He was having a nightmare.
Levi let out another whimper, and Eren felt his heart break. “Levi,” he said softly. He didn’t want to startle the older man more than he already was. Another tear fell and the sight stole Eren’s breath.
“Levi,” he said louder. Nothing. If anything, his voice was causing Levi to squirm more. He seemed more frantic. “Levi!”
Steel gray eyes flew open and met his. He looked feral, like a caged animal. He was panting and his eyes darted around Eren’s face. Eren wasn’t sure what he was searching for, but he seemed to find it because after a second Levi’s shoulders visibly relaxed.
“Levi, are you-“ but Eren didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence.
Levi had brought their lips together, silencing Eren. It took Eren’s sleepy brain all of one second to catch up. Then he was kissing back. His hand immediately found its way into Levi’s hair, his other wrapped around his waist, pulling their bodies closer together. Levi hummed at the movement, but did not pull away. His own hands were cupping Eren’s face, holding him in place. The kiss was soft, slow, it was fucking perfect. Before Eren could get too lost in it, Levi broke the kiss. They lay there for a moment, foreheads pressed together as they panted for air.
“Eren,” Levi breathed.
Levi’s voice was raspy from sleep and sickness, and Eren couldn’t hide the shiver it sent through his body.
“Yes?”
“Why the fuck am I naked?”
Eren couldn’t help it. He burst into a fit of laughter. It took him several minutes to compose himself. His head was buried in the crook of Levi’s neck as his chuckles subsided. The older man was holding him now, apparently amused by Eren’s reaction if his small smile was anything to go off.
When his giggling had finally stopped, he lifted his head to look at Levi. The look he found on his Captain’s face left no room for humor. He looked hungry. His pupils were dilated, his cheeks pink, and Eren had to remind himself that Levi was sick. And, if the firmness being pressed against him was any indication, he was also aroused.
“Do you remember anything from yesterday?” Eren asked. It would be easier to explain if he knew what memories Levi was missing. Levi had started running his hand up and down Eren’s spine as he thought. It made it incredibly hard for Eren to focus on his words.
“I remember we were returning to the barracks earlier than planned. Everyone got sick. Myself included, it would seem.” He stopped and looked into Eren’s eyes. It took Eren a minute to realize Levi was done speaking. That was all he remembered. He cleared his throat before speaking.
“Yes, you got sick again. We returned home, but you were practically asleep on your horse. I got you back inside, but do you remember the rain? It had rained for days. We were both soaking wet, so I had to get us out of our clothes. It was hard enough to get everything off you in the state you were in. I couldn’t exactly redress you. And then you slept for a full day. And, well, yeah.” Eren trailed off. He had been rambling. Suddenly nervous of Levi’s reaction.
Eren had lowered his eyes at some point. Levi stopped stroking Eren’s back and gently placed a finger under the younger man’s chin, raising his head until their eyes met again. Levi brushed his thumb over Eren’s lower lip.
“Is that all?” He purred.
Eren was sure his cheeks were bright red at this point. Words seemed to fail him. All he could do is give a subtle nod, the movement stilted with Levi’s hold on his chin.
“Good. It would be a shame if I had no memory of our first time.”
Before Eren could completely explode, Levi was pulling away and sitting on the edge of the bed. Eren continued to struggle for air as Levi stretched his arms over his head. He watched with fascination as the Captain’s back muscles rippled with the movement. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was drooling. Had this been Levi’s reaction when he had put on a similar show?
“I feel like death,” Levi grumbled.
Eren chuckled. “I told you. You’re sick. You should still be resting.”
“I slept half a day, as you say. I’m starving. And I need to bathe.” Levi half turned to look at Eren.
“Levi, it’s the middle of the night.” Eren smiled.
Before Eren could even process it, Levi was crashing their lips together again. He let out a very undignified squeak at the surprise. This kiss was messier, hurried, frantic. But just as quickly as it had begun, Levi was pulling away again.
“What…” Eren breathed.
“I love when you say my name.” Levi said simply. Then he turned and got out of bed. Thankfully he missed the stupid expression Eren was now wearing. Eyes wide, mouth opening and closing, he looked like a fish.
Levi strode to the bathroom, seemingly unphased by his nudity now, and closed the door. Eren heard the water running and knew Levi was going to take a bath. With the Captain taking care of one concern, Eren set to work on the other. He got dressed and headed down to the kitchen to make them both something to eat. His cheeks remained flush during his task. Unable to remove the stupid smile from his face.
When he returned Levi was still in the bathroom. He set the tray of food down and lit a candle before starting to make a fire in the fireplace. By the time the fire was burning brightly, Levi emerged from the bathroom. He was wearing pants and a shirt, and Eren secretly hated it.
“I brought us some food. We should eat and go back to sleep. It’s not even morning yet.” Eren informed him as he poked at the fire.
“So bossy,” Levi grumbled, but he was already walking towards the food. Eren grinned at the fire.
“I’m your doctor, so you have to listen to me.” Eren teased.
Levi huffed out a laugh at that before sitting down on the floor next to Eren with their sandwiches. They ate their meal in comfortable silence. It was quick, Levi really had been starving. Eren made him drink a glass of water before they both climbed back into bed. By this point, Levi had developed a cough. He really needed to rest more.
“No more couch, huh?” Levi asked, eyes already closed. They weren’t touching, but they were facing each other.
Eren felt his cheeks flush again. “No.” He said it as if it was the final answer. He wanted to sleep in the same bed as Levi. He didn’t want a wall between them anymore. Levi seemed to accept this answer.
“Good,” was all he said before his breathing slowed and Eren knew he was asleep again. Good. The word rattled around Eren’s head, knocking against his brain.
He wasn’t sure how long he laid there before sleep finally claimed him.The next morning Levi woke up to find Eren in his arms. They had apparently found each other in their sleep and were now a mess of tangled limbs. He couldn’t help the fond smile that took over his face. It had always been that way. The two of them drawn to each other by some force that couldn’t be explained. He laid there and watched Eren sleep, captivated by how peaceful he looked.
He replayed the events of last night in his head. He had been having a nightmare. Nothing new there. Levi’s nightmares had become less frequent over the years, but he still had them. What was surprising was the nature of the nightmare.
He had been dreaming of Eren. That part was new. They had been laying in a field full of blue flowers, the sun warm and bright above them. Eren had his head on Levi’s chest as the older man laid on his back, eyes closed. He was running his fingers through Eren’s long hair, perfectly content. Suddenly his hand felt wet. He had opened his eyes to see his hand that was just in Eren’s hair was covered in blood. He bolted upright, but Eren was gone. The sun was red now, casting the field in a haunting glow. The flowers were also gone, replaced with bodies. There was blood everywhere, and Levi realized he was covered in it. He looked down to his other hand, it was holding his sword. Where was Eren? He looked around frantically, but he only saw corpses. Was Eren one of them? No. No! He started turning each body over, scanning their faces, looking for the one he needed. He couldn’t be here, he couldn’t be here, Eren was alive, he was alive, he was-
That was when Eren had woken him up. His beautiful face being the first thing Levi saw. He scanned his face, it was free of blood, but he looked worried. Had Levi said something in his sleep? Then Eren did the thing Levi least expected but had been waiting so long for. He said his name. It was like a dam inside Levi’s soul broke. He was done holding back. He still had the lingering feeling from his nightmare. Of Eren being gone, he had lost him. He needed to know that he was here. That he was safe, and warm, and real, and Eren.
He had acted without a single thought, because no thoughts were needed. Not with Eren, never with Eren. He didn’t have to hesitate. He had brought their lips together and the feeling was like coming home. Eren smelled like apples and pine, like every season combined. Levi wanted to drown in that scent. It had been his first kiss, and he knew for a fact it was Eren’s too. The thought made him feral. The desire to claim Eren as his own before anyone else would ever get the chance. Because make no mistake, Eren was his. He knew this. The kiss had left him so painfully hard, but that posed an interesting question in Levi’s mind. Why am I naked?
He had pulled back reluctantly, wanting nothing more than to ravish the boy before him. But he needed answers, and he was pretty sure he was sick again. Fuck.
Eren stirred in his arms, returning Levi’s thoughts to the present. Eren’s eyes were still closed, but he was waking up. Levi started carding his fingers through Eren’s hair, gently scratching at his scalp. Eren practically purred at the contact, humming to himself. Levi smiled; this boy really would be the death of him. He would die to protect Eren, to keep him from experiencing any more horrors.
Levi’s smile only grew when Eren finally blinked open his eyes. Levi would never tire of staring into those emerald orbs, they would always be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Eren’s eyes met his and the smile he greeted Levi with made his heart swell.
“Morning Levi,” Eren cooed.
There it was again. His name from those soft lips. How was he going to survive his illness this time around? His head was filled with every way he wanted to devour Eren, but he would have to wait. He still felt like death, but the angel in his arms was helping.
Levi closed the gap between them and placed a quick kiss to Eren’s lips. He pulled back, but he didn’t go far. He kept a hand on Eren’s cheek, gently running his thumb across the warm skin.
“Morning beautiful,” he breathed. Eren inhaled sharply, the sound going straight to Levi’s rapidly hardening cock. Fuck. This was going to be more difficult than he thought.
“How are you feeling?” Eren sounded a little breathless. Good. He wasn’t the only one effected by this.
“Like shit,” Levi deadpanned. This got a chuckle from Eren, so Levi counted it as a win. “Oi, does my misery amuse you?” He teased as he gave Eren a squeeze in his arms. The squeak he received delighted him even more.
“No, of course not,” Eren replied, but he was still giggling.
Levi’s eyes narrowed. “You’re lying.” He leaned in and placed a kiss on Eren’s cheek, causing a lovely shade of pink to grace the surface.
“I would never lie,” Eren said with the biggest grin on his face.
“Don’t make me extract the truth from you, Eren. You won’t like it.” He threatened, placing a kiss to his nose now.
“Do your worst, Levi.” He purred his name. This brat.
Levi sighed. “Okay, but I warned you.” Quicker than Eren could register, he was pinned to the bed. Levi held both of Eren’s hands above his head with just one of his own, a fact that thrilled Eren. Levi made eye contact with the boy beneath him, who was suddenly wide eyed and panting. The sight thrilled him immensely, but this was meant to be a punishment. He slowly brought his other hand into Eren’s view, aiming for his target.
“No, don’t,” Eren tried, but it was too late. Levi descended on him, tickling his ribs with fervor. Eren wailed underneath him, a fit of giggles and tears. “No, please, aha, stop!”
“Will you tell the truth?” Levi questioned, never ceasing the tickle attack.
“Yes! Yes! Please, Levi I’ll do anything!” Eren was gasping for air in between giggles.
“Very well,” Levi stated, removing his hand from the heaving Eren.
Eren laid there panting, grinning up at Levi. Levi wanted nothing more than to reduce Eren to tears in a very different way, but he kept himself in check. He was tired, his throat hurt, and his head still felt heavy. Instead, he leaned down and connected their lips in a slow kiss. Eren immediately melted into the kiss. Levi released his grip on his hands, bringing it down to cup Eren’s face. In return, Eren wound his arms around Levi’s neck. Eren ran his tongue across Levi’s bottom lip, asking for permission. Levi wanted nothing more than to give it to him, but he didn’t think he would be able to stop if they did that.
He pulled away and pressed their foreheads together, trying to slow his rapid heartbeat. Eren made a sound of disapproval at being denied a deeper kiss. Levi kept his eyes closed, not able to meet those forest green eyes just yet. Eren whined again.
“I know, baby, I know. But I’m not going to do this while I’m sick.” He chanced a glance at Eren then. The sight before him almost had him throwing all restraint out the window and bending Eren over right then and there.
Eren’s eyes were wide, his pupils so dilated the green was almost gone, cheeks flushed and breathing heavy. He looked divine.
“I want to do it properly,” Levi continued. “I want to spend hours taking you apart, and I can’t do that right now.”
It was true. Levi longed to see how flustered Eren could become. He wanted to see him shaking with want, crying as he begged for release. And Levi would give it to him, of course, but not right away. He would tease and taunt and Eren would be desperate by the end of it all.
“Oh,” was all Eren could get out. The breath seemingly stolen from his lungs.
Levi carded his fingers through Eren’s hair again, watching as he leaned into the touch. “You can wait, can’t you, angel?”
Eren’s eyes were half lidded as he whispered, “No.”
Levi hummed in response, continuing to play with Eren’s hair.
“I want you, Levi. I’ve waited long enough,” he continued.
“How long have you been waiting, beautiful?”
Eren looked away, clearly embarrassed. “Years,” he whispered.
“Me, too.” Levi stated casually, as if it wasn’t the exact information Eren needed for his brain to implode.
His gaze flew back to Levi, eyes shining with unshed tears. He blinked and they started to fall down his cheeks. “Really?”
Levi nodded, dragging his hand from Eren’s hair to place it gently on his throat. He tilted Eren’s head back just slightly, listening to the whine the boy under him let out. “You are the first and last thing I have ever wanted for myself.”
Eren let out a broken sob, he couldn’t stop the tears now. Levi laid down beside him and pulled Eren to his chest. He let his angel cry, running his hands up and down his back. He would hold him for as long as it took for the tears to stop. Even when they stopped, he didn’t know if he would be able to let go. He didn’t know what was coming over him. He had truly never felt this way about anyone. Eren had awakened something in him, something he had decided many years ago that he was born without. It was love; he was sure of it now.The next three days were the longest Eren Yeager had ever experienced in his 18 years of life. He had never thought of himself as impatient, but waiting for Levi to fuck him was driving him insane. But Eren had to admit that the past few days had also been some of the best of his short life. He finally had the thing he wanted most, the thing he had pined for years over. He still spent every second with Levi, as they had the last time his Captain was ill, but now they spent the entire time touching.
Even now, with Eren’s head in Levi’s lap as they both read their respective books. Levi had placed his hand over top Eren’s, which he had been resting over his own heart. Levi had woken up that morning feeling better, and Eren had been waiting for his chance to act on it. Levi idly played with Eren’s fingers as he read, occasionally stopping when he got to, what Eren assumed, was a particularly interesting part in his novel. Eren wasn’t really reading the book he was holding in front of his face. It had been completely ignored in lieu of studying his partner’s mannerisms.
When Levi would stop his absent-minded caressing of Eren’s fingers, the younger man would wait ten seconds before lightly nudging Levi’s hand with his pinky finger. The caressing would immediately resume, and Eren would grin to himself. This had been going on for maybe an hour at this point, but Eren was certain he could do it all day.
“Oi, what are you so amused by?” Oh, no. Busted.
Eren tilted his head up to peer at Levi, who had lowered the book he was holding and was now looking at Eren expectantly. Eren put on his most innocent face. He pouted his lips and batted his eyelashes up at his superior officer. “Nothing, Levi.” He purred.
“Yeah fucking right. You think I don’t know you better than that?” Levi stated flatly.
Eren fluttered his eyes. “I’m not sure what you could be talking about, sir.”
“Such a brat,” was all Eren heard before Levi was on him. He was pinned to the bed underneath Levi before he could even blink. Lips crashed into his and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around Levi’s neck. This was another way they had been killing the time over the last 3 days. It was Eren’s new favorite activity. Levi slipped between Eren’s legs like it was the most natural thing in the world. On instinct, Eren hooked his legs behind Levi, pressing their bodies as close as they could get. He had been pushing his limits with Levi little by little. Slowly driving the older man to madness.
To see how far he could push another limit, he started rocking his hips up. Levi groaned against Eren’s lips, and he greedily swallowed the sound. Levi had still been unwilling to deepen their kisses, pulling away just as Eren started to push for more. Eren craved more, he needed it, he was ready. He rolled his hips again and was greeted with a sound he had never heard from Levi. It was a moan. Eren felt his last bit of sanity catch fire, turning to ash. He was done for.
He rolled his hips again and when Levi gasped, Eren took his moment. He swept his tongue into Levi’s mouth, finally exploring. The hand Levi had in Eren’s hair tightened, it was almost painful. Eren loved it. He openly moaned into Levi’s mouth, a filthy sound that seemed to snap something in the older man. Levi swirled his tongue with Eren’s, licking into his mouth with newfound desire. Eren’s hands fisted in Levi’s shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. Levi’s other hand found Eren’s hip, gripping so hard he knew it would bruise if Eren didn’t heal so quickly. He wished he could delay the healing; he wanted the bruises to last.
Levi ground his hips against Eren, sending a shiver through them both. The two men were already so hard, the tension of the last few days catching up to them. Levi kept rolling his hips, feeling their cocks rub against each other in the most delicious way. Eren was whining, trembling all over, so sensitive to every touch. “Levi, please,” he breathed.
Levi moved his mouth to Eren’s neck, sucking other bruises that wouldn’t last to tomorrow. Healed in a matter of minutes. “Please what, baby?” He continued his attack on Eren’s skin, tightening his grip in the younger man’s hair so he could tilt his head. Exposing more of that beautiful golden skin to his teeth. “What do you need?”
The sounds escaping Eren’s mouth were positively sinful. They made Levi’s head swim, dizzy with lust. “I need you,” Eren finally whined.
Levi lifted his head, sliding his hand from Eren’s hair to cup his cheek. Their eyes met, and the world seemed to fade away. Nothing else mattered but them, here, in this moment. It felt like they were standing on the edge of something pivotal, something they wouldn’t be able to come back from. One look, and Levi knew he would happily walk off the edge for this angel.
He ran his thumb over Eren’s bottom lip. He watched Eren’s tongue dart out to pull his thumb into his mouth. Levi closed his eyes, but did not remove his hand. He was afraid if he watched the show in front of him that he would cum on the spot like a stupid horny teenager. However, not being able to see just meant that all his attention was on the feeling of what Eren was doing. And gods it felt good. Why did it feel so good?
His eyes being closed also meant he didn’t see Eren snake a hand between them. Before he knew what was happening, he felt a warm hand press into his cock through his pants. Levi bucked his hips, completely involuntary. Eren moaned around his thumb at the friction, and Levi finally opened his eyes again. He removed Eren’s hand and pinned his wrists on the bed. For a moment, they just stared at each other, panting heavily in the quiet room. Levi tucked a strand of hair behind Eren’s ear, watching the way the tip flushed pink. Then he placed his hand on Eren’s throat, not applying any pressure, just using it to tilt Eren’s head back.
Levi finally broke the silence. “Are you sure?”
Eren’s brow furrowed, clearly not sure what Levi was asking.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Levi clarified.
Eren’s features softened and the smile he flashed Levi was nothing short of gorgeous. “I’m positive, Levi. I want this, I want you. I…” Eren took a moment, seeming to be looking for the words. Or maybe the courage to say them. Levi watched Eren’s gaze harden into determination, ah, he had found the courage then. “I love you.”
Levi had known Eren was building up to saying this over the past 3 days. He had started too many unfinished sentences with “Levi, I…” for it to be anything else. Levi smiled; he found it endlessly adorable that Eren had been debating with himself to say something out loud that they both already knew. The fact that Eren also looked uncertain of how Levi would respond only made it cuter.
“I love you too, angel,” Levi whispered before bringing their lips together in a sweet kiss. Eren let out a sound of surprise before he melted into Levi’s arms, where he had always belonged. The kiss quickly turned heated, Eren already addicted to the feel of Levi’s tongue on his. Levi knew he would never deny Eren anything. He opened easily for his love, letting their tongues tangle. He began the rocking of his hips once more, pressing down harder than before.
Eren moaned as Levi sucked on his tongue, feeling heat pool low in his stomach. He wasn’t going to last; he was already so embarrassingly close. Before he could panic, Levi was breaking the kiss and sitting up. Eren whined, a truly pitiful sound that had Levi bending back down. “Hey, don’t be like that. I can’t fuck you with all these clothes on, baby. Help me?” Levi kissed behind Eren’s ear, causing Eren to gasp as he frantically nodded.
Levi sat up again and pulled his own shirt over his head in one fluid motion. Before the shirt had been fully removed, Eren’s hands were on him. He had sat up too, kissing along Levi’s collarbone as his hands roamed along the hard muscles of his back. Levi’s breath hitched at all the contact, apparently Eren wasn’t the only one that was sensitive. Eren’s mouth made its way to one of Levi’s nipples, lightly running his tongue over the pink skin. Levi was trembling at this point, feeling unsteady on his knees. When Eren bit down on the sensitive skin, Levi threw his head back. A feral moan being ripped from his throat.
Eren pulled away with a pop, not having a second to catch his breath before Levi was yanking his head back and plunging his tongue in his mouth. There was nothing sweet about this kiss. This felt more like a claiming, and it had Eren’s toes curling. Levi’s grip was firm in his hair, pulling just enough for the pain and pleasure to mix. Eren felt like he was being devoured. He loved the possessive side that Levi had been letting seep through into these moments. He wanted nothing more than to submit to it.
Just as Eren felt like he was running out of air, lungs screaming to stop, Levi pulled away with Eren’s lip between his teeth. He let it go with a snap and met Eren’s gaze. They were both sporting half lidded eyes, cheeks dusted in pink, so hungry for the other. Levi leaned forward and placed the softest kiss on Eren’s cheek. Eren wondered if he would ever be able to get used to it, how fast Levi could go from sinful to sweet. As it stood, he was struggling to keep up.
Levi pulled back and placed his hands on the hem of Eren’s shirt. With one final glance at those beautiful green eyes, and finding nothing but desire there, Levi removed the offending garment. Once the shirt was off, Eren laid back down on the bed. Letting Levi’s eyes rake over him, causing him to blush even more and avert his gaze. Eren was suddenly feeling shy. Levi noticed the shift in Eren, that simply wouldn’t do. His angel was perfection made flesh, allowing him to think otherwise for even a second was too long.
“You’re so beautiful,” Levi breathed as he leaned down to cage Eren in. He kissed Eren behind the ear again, reveling in learning every especially sensitive spot on his lover’s body. Eren arched underneath him, hands coming to rest on Levi’s back. “The most beautiful. Only mine.”
Eren moaned at the words, wanting nothing more than to belong complete to the man above him. The man he had loved in secret for three painful years. Finally, finally, he was his. The thought made him so happy; he felt tears prick at his eyes. Before he could stop it, a pathetic sob fell from his lips and a tear was rolling down his cheek. Levi instantly pulled back, searching Eren’s eyes for what he did wrong.
“Eren? What’s wrong, baby? Do you want to stop?” Levi was cupping his face now, the pained look in those pretty gray eyes enough to stop Eren’s tears in their tracks. Of course nothing was wrong. Everything was so unbelievably perfect that it made a fresh lump form in Eren’s throat. He was constantly afraid that this was a dream, and he was about to wake up to find none of it was real.
He smiled, a small thing, and placed a hand on the back of Levi’s neck. He didn’t answer, instead he pulled Levi down into the gentlest kiss they had shared tonight. The tension in Levi’s body dissipated, taking the kiss as a sign that Eren was fine. When he pulled back, he searched those forest eyes that he was so desperately in love with. The only thing he found there was love, deep and all consuming. He still needed a verbal response though; he needed to hear Eren say he was okay. As if sensing this, Eren spoke.
“Nothing is wrong, love. I’m just happy. And it feels… heavy, but it also feels right. So right. Like we should’ve always been here. I wish we hadn’t wasted time,” Eren admitted.
Levi hummed in response; he understood. He had held back for years always afraid of what would happen if he pursued his feelings for his subordinate. He had never had an ounce of interest in anyone before, not until Eren came along. Suddenly all he could think about was an angry little spitfire with the deepest green eyes. It drove him crazy at first. What was so special about this kid? Why should he be the one to break into Levi’s heart? The questions had driven him mad over the years as his feelings only grew. It wasn’t until recently that he finally got his answer. He suspected the answer had always been there, just within reach, but part of his brain was hiding the information. Maybe he hadn’t been ready for it yet. But the answer was simple. It had always been love.
Levi wasn’t ready to speak these thoughts out loud just yet. So instead, he leaned forward and kissed Eren’s eyelids. Nothing more than a soft brush of skin, but it pulled the air from Eren’s lungs. He hooked his fingers in the band of Eren’s pants, pulling back to study his face, a silent question. Eren nodded through half lidded eyes. It was all the permission Levi needed. He pulled Eren’s pants off and Levi was pleasantly surprised to learn that there was nothing underneath them.
He tossed Eren’s pants onto the floor, not without folding them just a little first, and returned his gaze back to Eren. When his eyes fell to Eren’s hips, he froze. He had expected another layer of clothing to separate him from the beautiful sight before him, he was stunned. Eren laid there, completely bare, tan skin on display for him. Eren’s cock laid hard against his stomach, flushed red and steadily leaking precum. Levi’s mouth watered.
Eren seemed to be feeling self-conscious under Levi’s intense gaze. He squirmed and tried to close his legs, but he was met with Levi’s hands on each of his knees. He gently pried them open, slotting himself between them further so Eren was unable to close them. “Don’t be like that, angel,” Levi purred. He brought his lips to Eren’s inner thigh and began kissing his way up the soft skin. “You look so fucking beautiful.” Eren moaned at the words and Levi continued his slow ascent to Eren’s hips. “Don’t hide from me,” he whispered.
Eren was a trembling mess underneath him, strung so tight from so little. Levi was drunk on the sounds he was able to pull from the younger man. His cock strained painfully in his pants, but he ignored it. He needed to taste the man beneath him before he lost his mind.
When Levi was satisfied with the red marks he left on Eren’s inner thigh, he blew air on the wet skin, reveling in the goosebumps that formed. Levi kissed the junction between Eren’s hip and thigh, causing Eren’s back to arch. He trailed a line of soft kisses over, so slowly, until he was finally face to face with Eren’s cock. Like the rest of Eren, it was beautiful. Levi had never found his own cock particularly interesting. He always assumed it would be the same when he saw someone else’s. And maybe it would have, but this was Eren. He could never find a single thing about this man anything but deliriously appealing.
He buried his face at the base of Eren’s cock, inhaling softly as his hand came to palm at the length. Eren sucked in a sharp breath at the contact, leg muscles flexing. Levi gripped the base and began kissing his way up to the tip. Eren’s hand was now in his hair, gripping gently. Not really guiding, more like an anchor. When Levi made his way to the tip, he flicked his tongue out, collecting the precum that had gathered there. He moaned at the taste, like apples and pine. It was so Eren he almost came on the spot.
He pulled his mouth away, trying to steady his breathing and his heart. Instead, he changed the grip of his hand and began languidly pumping. Not really trying to bring Eren to anything, but more to see his reaction. It didn’t disappoint.
Eren arched his back, toes curling as his hand that wasn’t in Levi’s hair gripped the sheets so hard his knuckles were white. “Levi,” he moaned. “Please.”
Levi was so gone. He wasn’t even sure he was still on this planet. He felt himself responding, unsure of what he was saying. “What do you need, baby? I’ll give you anything. Just tell me and it’s yours.” He littered Eren’s hips with kisses, never ceasing his slow strokes on Eren’s cock.
“Levi, please,” Eren panted. “I need you so bad. I can’t stand it anymore. If you keep that up, ha, I-I’m gonna cum.” Levi didn’t see this as bad news. His hand picked up its pace, wanting nothing more than to see Eren come undone. In fact, he needed it.
“Is that so?” He teased, hand never slowing. Eren was shaking, breath coming in sharp gasps as he panted underneath Levi. He sucked a mark onto Eren’s hip bone and that seemed to be Eren’s undoing.
With a cry so loud it was probably heard throughout the whole building, Eren came. He painted his own chest and stomach with his release, chanting Levi’s name as he came down from his high. Levi had never seen anything more divine in his life. He would gladly worship at this alter every day if he got the chance to see Eren so utterly fucked out.
Levi slowed the pace of his hand, pumping slowly until Eren whined from the overstimulation, gently pushing Levi’s hand away. Levi sat up and leaned over Eren, bringing his cum covered fingers to those plump lips. Eren didn’t even hesitate, maintaining eye contact with Levi as he took two of the fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them reverently, getting every bit of his release from Levi’s fingers.
“Fuck,” Levi breathed as the sight reminded him of his own painful erection, which was currently twitching at the show his love was putting on.
Reluctantly, he pulled his fingers from Eren’s mouth and stood from the bed. Suddenly needing his pants off. He undid the button on his pants and immediately hissed at the small relief it provided. He hadn’t known his eyes were closed until he felt hands on his hips. His eyes snapped open just in time to see Eren, now sitting on the edge of the bed, lean forward. The cum on Eren’s torso was gone, Levi wasn’t sure what he had used to wipe it off. Levi didn’t even have time to react before Eren was lowering his boxers and pants just enough to free his cock.
Eren stopped his forward momentum so close to Levi’s leaking cock that he could feel his breath on it. It sent shivers down Levi’s spine. Eren was panting, eyes locked onto Levi’s cock, but making no move to touch. His fingers were still tucked into the waist band of his pants, which were halfway down Levi’s thighs. Eren seemed… dazed. Levi placed one finger under Eren’s chin, gently raising his head until their eyes locked.
“You don’t have to do this,” Levi breathed. He was assuming Eren was scared.
This seemed to pull Eren from his daze. He lowered Levi’s pants to his knees, looking defiant. He wrapped a hand that was only slightly shaking around the shaft and began pumping. Levi was gasping, shaking on his feet from the sensation of Eren’s hand on him. Eren didn’t seem to think this reaction was enough, because in the next moment he was licking at Levi’s tip.
Levi’s hand flew to Eren’s hair as his eyes shot open to witness the sight before him. Eren was on his knees, eyes closed, as he licked and sucked at Levi’s tip, his hand never slowing its movements.“Fuck,” Levi shuddered, he was so close. Eren was apparently on a mission, determined to take all of Levi in his mouth. He was slowly sliding further and further down, hand still pumping what he couldn’t reach with his mouth. Levi had been trying to stay as still as possible, but a particular swipe of Eren’s tongue had his hips bucking forward.
The reaction was immediate, Eren pulled away coughing. “Fuck, Eren, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” But Eren was holding up a hand, silencing Levi’s apology.
“Do it again,” Eren croaked, his throat already a mess.
Levi wasn’t sure he was still alive. “What?” he whispered.
Eren returned his grip to Levi’s cock and raised his eyes, so they were looking directly into each other’s. “I said,” Eren began, placing kisses from the base of Levi’s cock to his tip, never breaking eye contact. “Do it again.”
As if to emphasis his point even further, Eren took Levi’s hand and returned it to Eren’s hair. A command. Levi’s brain finally caught up to the situation. Eren had enjoyed it. He had enjoyed choking on Levi’s cock. Fuck fuck fuck.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Levi admitted, gently stroking Eren’s hair.
“You would never.” Eren said it so matter-of-factly. He wasn’t going to let Levi argue this. He took Levi’s cock back into his mouth and placed both hands on the back of Levi’s thighs. He gave a gentle tug, signaling Levi to move his hips.
“Fuck. Okay, but you have to, gods, you have to let me know if it’s too much. Hit my leg and we’ll stop, okay?” Levi was barely holding himself in check, but he needed Eren to have a way out.
Eren hummed an affirmation around Levi’s cock, unable to answer. The vibrations sent a jolt through Levi, and he bucked his hips without meaning to. This time, Eren did not pull back. Instead, he moaned, sinking deeper. Gods Levi was doomed.
He tightened his hold on Eren’s hair and planted his feet in a sturdier position. He moved his hips back, pulling his cock almost completely out of Eren’s mouth. He gave a tentative roll forward, not sinking all the way back in. Eren made no signs of discomfort, so Levi did it again. He was being gentle; he wasn’t really sure what he was doing. On his next thrust, he didn’t pull back right away. He held Eren there, nose against his pelvis, Levi’s cock against the back of his throat. After a moment, he pulled Eren off completely. Eren looked drunk, his eyes were shiny with tears, lips swollen.
Eren opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out, asking for more. And who was Levi to deny him? With no hesitation now, Levi drove his cock back into Eren’s mouth. He hit the back of Eren’s throat and the moan the younger boy let out sent a shiver down Levi’s spine. That was it, Levi was gone.
He started thrusting faster, watching Eren’s eyes roll back in his head. His hands had gone lax on Levi’s thighs, letting him take complete control. Levi looked down and found Eren was hard again. He was enjoying this. This only caused Levi to thrust harder. “Fuck, baby, I’m close.” Levi warned.
Much to Levi’s surprise, he found himself unable to pull back when he tried. Eren had tightened his grip on his thighs once more, locking him in place. “Eren, no, stop, I’m-“
It was too late. “Fuck!” Levi screamed as his release was forced down Eren’s throat. Eren didn’t even flinch, he swallowed everything and slowly released his death grip on Levi. He pulled back, giving one final lick that made Levi shiver. Levi was panting, unsure how he was still standing. He had never cum so hard in his life, he didn’t know it could be like this.
Eren was apparently not done because he started removing Levi’s pants completely. Levi placed his hands on Eren’s shoulders, feeling unsteady on his shaky legs. Eren gently raised each of Levi’s legs, finally removing the pants. “Do you want to keep going?” Eren’s voice sounded absolutely wrecked. He was pressing soft kisses to Levi’s hip bones. Levi felt his spent cock twitch at the contact. Apparently, he wasn’t done either.
Instead of replying, Levi scooped Eren into his arms and dumped him on the bed with his head on the pillows. Eren let out a squawk that he would later deny. Levi caged him in again, tongue immediately plunging into the warmth of Eren’s mouth. He tasted himself on Eren’s tongue, surprised to find he liked it. He moaned into the kiss, wrapping a hand around Eren’s flushed cock.
Eren arched his back at the contact, breaking the kiss. Levi leaned down to kiss Eren’s ear before growling, “I am not even close to being done with you.” Eren moaned at the promise.
Levi was dying to return the favor he had just gotten. He crawled down Eren’s body, landing between his legs. He licked a stripe up Eren’s cock, feeling it twitch. He heard Eren let out a whine that made Levi feel positively feral. He took all of Eren into his mouth at once. He heard Eren gasp before he started sucking like it was the air he needed to breathe. He set a fast pace, wrapping one hand around Eren’s cock and pumping as fast as his head was bobbing. He needed to be inside Eren, his cock was already hard at the thought. But he also wanted to see him unravel just one more time. He loved having Eren underneath him, writhing with pleasure as Levi never let up.
Eren was unable to form sentences at this point, he groaned and whined as his only form of communication. Levi was going so fast, he barely had time to process the waves of pleasure wracking his body. He already came not that long ago, was he really going to be able to cum again? His toes curled and his fingers clenched in the sheets as, yes, another orgasm was steadily building. He wasn’t going to be able to warn Levi, it was building too fast, and he couldn’t speak.
Before he knew it, he was cumming down Levi’s throat. His body shook so violently he was worried he was going to hurt Levi. He felt hands press into his hips, keeping him somewhat still as Levi drank everything he was given. When he was finally done spilling into his lover’s mouth he collapsed onto the bed. Suddenly exhausted and wide awake all at once. He was only somewhat aware of the kisses Levi was leaving down his legs.
“Sorry,” Eren breathed. “Couldn’t tell you… in time.” He was panting around the words, still trying to catch his breath.
He heard Levi chuckle softly. “If you think I would have let you pull away, you would’ve been mistaken, beautiful.”
Eren’s brain stopped producing thoughts, the pet names were driving him wild.
Levi sat up and reached behind him to his bedside table. Eren didn’t like the lack of contact between them, if his whine was any indication. Levi opened the drawer and removed a vial of oil. He dropped it on the bed next to Eren’s leg and leaned back over the younger man. He dipped down and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips before he pulled back. “This might hurt a little. I’ve heard it does at first, but I’ll go slow and if it’s too painful you have to tell me, okay?” Levi searched Eren’s face for any hesitation, but he was relieved to find none.
Eren reached up and pulled Levi closer until their lips brushed against each other. “I trust you,” he whispered before pulling Levi into a heated kiss. It was messy, desperate. It said all that was left to say. Levi pulled back to kiss his way down Eren’s neck. The marks he had left were already beginning to fade thanks to Eren’s healing abilities. He obviously had to make new ones. Eren was panting by the time Levi made it to his chest. He let out a surprised moan when Levi latched onto one of his nipples, brushing his finger over the other one.
Eren was so sensitive, every little touch had him shaking and breathless. It made Levi’s head spin to be the source of such a reaction. “Levi, please,” Eren gasped.
Levi gave one final lick to Eren’s swollen nipple before continuing his kisses further down to Eren’s stomach. “Shh, angel. Be patient. I’ll give you what you need.”
He sat between Eren’s legs, spreading them a little wider. He lifted one of Eren’s legs, placing his foot on the bed so it was bent at the knee. He wasn’t sure if it would help Eren be more comfortable, but it was a nice view at least. Eren was still breathing heavily from his last orgasm, cheeks flushed and a trail of red marks along his torso. He looked perfect.
Eren smiled at him, “I love you.”
Levi sucked in a sharp inhale; gods he knew he would never get used to hearing that from Eren’s lips. Eren reached his hand out to cup Levi’s cheek. Levi immediately turned his lips to Eren’s palm and placed a soft kiss there. He closed his eyes, needing a minute to find his voice. “I love you too,” he whispered into the warm skin.
With that he grabbed the vial from the bed and popped it open. He poured a little on his fingers and rubbed them together, trying to warm the liquid. He capped the bottle and placed it back on the bed. He brought his oil covered hand to Eren’s entrance, gently teasing the rim. He used his other hand to intertwine his fingers with one of Eren’s hands, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Eren was slightly trembling, the anticipation proving to be too much.
Levi locked eyes with Eren before slowly pushing his finger in. Eren hissed at the intrusion, it felt a little weird. Levi squeezed his hand again. Eren hadn’t realized he had closed his eyes. He opened them to find Levi’s eyes already fixed on him, a silent question written on his face. Eren nodded, and Levi began to move.
He moved his finger in and out at a slow pace, wanting Eren to get used to the feeling. His angel still seemed tense, not quite finding the pleasure yet. Levi didn’t know what he was doing, he had never done it, but he tried to read Eren’s body language. He bent his finger just slightly and watched as Eren shuddered. Okay, there was something there. He did it again, more intentional this time, and Eren moaned.
Levi continued hitting that spot every few seconds, watching as Eren relaxed more and more. He was loosened enough for a second finger now, which Levi slide in on his next thrust. Eren tensed again. “Are you okay?” Levi questioned.
Eren nodded. “Yeah, it just hurts a little.” As if sensing Levi did not like this information he quickly continued, “It’s okay. Don’t stop, please.”
Levi looked into those eyes for a moment longer, searching them. He must have found what he was looking for because he started moving his fingers again. Eren closed his eyes, trying to relax as much as possible. Levi hit that spot inside him again and he threw his head back, moaning at the sensation he felt. He squeezed Levi’s hand as he brushed that area again. It was like his whole body was on fire when he hit that one spot.
Eren was slowly getting hard again, precum leaking onto his abs. He was starting to enjoy Levi’s ministrations. Suddenly feeling like the pain was being replaced with pleasure.
Much to Eren’s horror, Levi removed his fingers and untangled their hands.
“No!” Eren shot up to his elbows, looking at Levi’s confused expression. “Why did you stop?”
Eren looked on the verge of tears, ever the brat. Levi gently pushed Eren back down onto the bed. He grabbed the bottle again and made a show of putting it on three of his fingers. Eren preened, Levi wasn’t done with him. He flashed Levi a smile that was blinding.
Levi huffed a laugh to himself before focusing his attention back to Eren’s ass. He added two fingers again, giving a few thrusts before slowly adding the third. He felt Eren clench around his fingers. Levi ran a soothing hand up and down Eren’s leg. He didn’t want it to hurt.
He pumped his fingers in and out at a slow pace until he felt Eren’s walls relax around him. He picked up the pace and chanced a glance at Eren. He had thrown his forearm over his eyes, breath coming fast. “So beautiful,” Levi whispered to himself. He had no doubt Eren heard it. Levi curled his fingers into that spot that seemed to send Eren to another universe and listened to the gorgeous sounds he emitted at the contact.
He felt a hand wrap around his wrist, stopping his fingers movements. Levi looked up to find Eren peeking out from under his forearm. “I’m ready, I’m ready, Levi. Please.”
Levi nodded, removing his fingers. He watched Eren’s hole clench around nothing, the sight sending a wave of heat through his body.
“I think it’s supposed to hurt less if you turn around. For your first time.” Levi stated.
Eren’s brows furrowed at this. “But I want to see you.”
Levi gave a small smile at this. He wanted to see Eren too. Desperate to watch Eren’s face as he slowly pushed into him. Even still, Eren’s comfort would always come first.
He leaned down, connecting their lips in a languid exchange of tongues and breath. Eren moaned, wrapping his arms around Levi’s neck, never wanting to let him go far. Always needing them to be connected somehow.
Levi pulled back, staring into a sea of green. “How about this. We start with you bent over so you can get used to it. Then we can return to how we are now. We have all night.”
Eren flushed, his eyes widening at the implication. “Okay, Levi,” he breathed. Placing a final kiss to the older man’s lips before letting him pull back completely.
Levi sat up, grabbing the bottle of oil from the bed. Eren turned around, getting on all fours on somewhat shaky legs. His cheeks were burning at the new position, feeling utterly exposed. He buried his face in the pillows. Suddenly nervous. He knew Levi would never hurt him, never never never. This was a fact Eren had always known. Even still, he knew there was only so much the Captain could prevent.
As if hearing Eren’s thoughts, Levi starts placing soft kisses down Eren’s spine. Eren gasped, the skin being kissed so much more sensitive than he had expected. He arched into the contact, panting by the time Levi made it to his ass. Levi placed a final kiss on Eren’s lower back and pulled back. He poured some oil into his palm, capping the bottle and tossing it aside.
Levi hissed as he covered his cock in the oil, he was so hard it hurt. He lined up with Eren’s entrance, feeling the younger man startle a little at the feeling.
Levi placed a reassuring hand on Eren’s lower back, rubbing his thumb in a soothing motion. “Breathe, baby.” And Eren did. “Again.” So Eren did.
On the next commanded breath, when Eren exhaled Levi started to push in. He pushed the head of his cock past the first ring of muscle and stopped. Eren shuddered at the sensation, Levi was much larger than three fingers. Levi was gripping Eren’s hips now, thumbs still rubbing the skin to help him relax. He pushed a little further in and stopped, letting Eren get used to the feeling. Gods he was so fucking tight, Levi was struggling to not cum on the spot.
Levi pushed in a little further, slowly rocking his hips in an almost non-existent motion. Eren whined, drawing Levi’s attention. “Does it hurt?” He questioned.
“A l-little, but it’s also g-good.” Eren replied, slightly muffled by the pillows he was buried in. “Are you a-all the way in?”
Levi could’ve laughed, but he knew Eren would take it the wrong way. Was he all the way in? Well… “I’m only halfway, baby.” Eren made a noise that could only be a whimper.
“Can you…” Eren trailed off.
When it was clear Eren wasn’t going to continue, Levi rolled his hips, sinking a little deeper. It pulled the most intoxicating sound from Eren. “Use your words, Eren. Can I what?”
Eren huffed. “Can you, uh, can you just put it all the way in? Q-quickly? I think the slow is driving me c-crazy.”
Levi knew it would hurt, he knew, but he also knew it already hurt. Maybe the element of surprise would help, too. Without responding, Levi sank all the way in with one final thrust. “Like that?” He was fully sheathed now, fighting the urge to move.
Eren had practically screamed at the sensation, now panting that the initial stretch was over. “Y-yeah, like that.” He exhaled a shaky laugh.
Levi started running his hands over any part of Eren he could reach, not moving his hips. Eren was still clenching around him, not quite relaxed yet. Levi watched as goosebumps followed everywhere his hands touched. Levi was learning that the skin on Eren’s back was extremely sensitive, the lightest touch causing him to arch and tremble. It was addicting to watch.
After a minute, Levi felt Eren push back against him. He gasped, closing his eyes at the sudden movement. “Are you ready, angel?” Levi asked.
“Yes,” Eren breathed. And then, as if Levi wasn’t already hanging on by a thread, “Please.”
With that, Levi returned his grip to Eren’s hips. He pulled out only slightly before slowly sinking back in. They both moaned at the action. Without stopping, Levi did it again. He continued his shallow thrusts, letting them both get used to the feeling. “Fuck,” he breathed. Eren hummed in response.
On his next thrust, Levi pulled more of his cock out before snapping his hips forward. Eren’s moan was pure sin, causing Levi to shiver. “Feel good, baby?”
He gave another brutal thrust, cutting off Eren’s response as he ripped another moan from him. He wasn’t going fast, but he was thrusting hard. Slamming into Eren over and over. “Use your words, Eren,” he purred. He was enjoying watching Eren come undone, why not tease him a little?
Eren did his best to respond, but each slam of Levi’s hips pulled the air from his lungs. “I-“ Slam. “Lev-“ Slam. How was he supposed to answer? “F-feels, ha! Feels good, L-Levi.”
Hearing how utterly wrecked Eren was had Levi’s last shred of hesitation go up in flames. He picked up his pace, skin slapping on skin echoing through the room. “Levi!” Eren screamed.
“That’s right, baby, let me hear you. Doing so good. So good for me.” Levi was losing himself to the feeling of Eren around him. Clenching and crying so sweetly. He remembered his promise then, also wanting to see Eren’s face. He slowed his pace before easing out of Eren. He knew Eren would start crying at the lack of contact, so he made quick work of flipping him over.
Eren squeaked with surprise as Levi effortlessly flipped him onto his back. He didn’t have time to process how much he enjoyed being man-handled before Levi was slamming back inside. Eren’s scream was cut off by Levi crashing their lips together.
Levi wasn’t moving his hips yet; he got lost in the kiss. Suddenly so overwhelmed with affection for the man underneath him. They kissed sweet and slow, coming back to their bodies. They had to part for air, foreheads resting together.
“Fuck, I love you so much, baby. Drives me crazy,” Levi confessed. Eren let out a broken sob, tears streaming down his face. “Shh, don’t cry angel, don’t cry. It’s okay I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Levi knew by now that Eren’s tears weren’t from anything negative. Rather, he was overwhelmed. The love he was feeling needing an immediate outlet, still not used to feeling it at all. Levi didn’t need to hear this from Eren to know it to be true. He had been silently studying the shifter for years. He was his, he knew him. He cupped his face and wiped the tears away, kissing the damp skin. When new tears fell, he continued the process.
Eren’s sobs slowed, his breathing evening out. Levi held him through it, not willing to let go until Eren told him he was alright. Eren brought their lips together, and the feeling was like sinking into a warm bath. Nothing could ever feel more right than this, right here. Levi felt his own heart flutter, also overwhelmed by this new relationship and the sensations it brought. He had deemed himself incapable of love after years of never feeling even the slightest twinge of such a thing. And now here he was, so awestruck by the beautiful man in his arms. He would’ve cried himself if the feeling came more naturally to him.
Eren broke the kiss to find Levi’s eyes before whispering, “I love you, too.”
Levi placed a final soft kiss to Eren’s lips, a smile gracing his face. “I know, angel.”
Levi brought his hands to Eren’s hips. He glanced at Eren’s eyes again. “Move,” Eren commanded. So Levi did.
He finally, finally, pulled his hips back before slamming forward with enough strength to jolt Eren’s body. The pace he set was brutal, thrusting into Eren’s tight warmth with vigor. Eren was letting out loud ah, ah, ah’s as his prostate was nailed dead on.
Levi was losing himself to the movement, growing feral with his need to see Eren come undone underneath him once more. Their lips were almost touching, but not quite. They exchanged breaths as they climbed closer and closer to release.
“L-Levi,” Eren moaned. It was a request, Levi knew. He wrapped his hand around Eren’s cock, pumping in time with his movements. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Eren cried. He was so close.
“Are you gonna cum, baby?” Levi purred. He never slowed the movements of his hips, continuing to pound into Eren.
“Y-Yes!” Eren shrieked. Levi felt him clench, causing him to grit his teeth. He was determined to see Eren cum one more time. Levi started slamming his hips harder. He was so close.
One particularly hard snap of hips had Eren cumming between them, covering his stomach and Levi’s hand with his release. His nails dug into Levi’s back, but he hardly noticed. Levi didn’t stop moving, fucking Eren through his orgasm. All Eren could do was let out small whimpers at the overstimulation. It was too much, it was perfect.
Levi’s grip on Eren’s hips was bruising as he thrust once, twice, before he was filling Eren with his own release. “Eren!” He screamed as his orgasm shot through him.
They lay there panting, sweaty and sated. When Levi’s cock has softened, he slowly pulled out. Eren made a sleepy attempt at a protest, but his limbs were jelly. He could only lay there as Levi got up from the bed. Eren’s eyes fluttered open every few seconds, fighting sleep. He heard Levi’s soft footsteps as he returned to the bed. Eren looked over to see Levi run a damp cloth over Eren’s body. He was cleaning them, of course he was. Eren closed his eyes and smiled to himself, letting Levi finish his task.
He must have fallen asleep for a moment, because the next thing he felt was Levi lifting him from the bed. “Wha,” Eren mumbled, eyes half open. He peered up at Levi as he was carried bridal style to the office.
“I need to change the sheets, beautiful. Sit here for just a minute, okay?” Levi gently laid Eren down on the couch, covering him with a blanket. Eren wrapped the blanket tighter around himself, eyes closing. Levi leaned down, placing a soft kiss on Eren’s forehead before returning to the bedroom.
Levi threw on a clean pair of boxers and quickly stripped the bed. He wanted to lay back down with Eren, but the bed was wrecked. He tossed the dirty sheets into his laundry basket and replaced them with a clean set. When his task was complete, he returned to the office to find Eren sitting up from the couch.
“Where you going, bright eyes?” Levi cooed.
Eren smiled when he saw Levi walking towards him. “I missed you,” Eren breathed. “I was coming to find you.”
Levi crouched down in front of Eren, cupping his cheek. Eren closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, a smile on his face. “Well, you found me,” Levi whispered.
Eren opened his eyes, staring into cool steel. The affection he saw reflected in those gray eyes had him leaning forward to connect their lips. Levi sighed into the kiss. It was a sleepy kiss, both exhausted.
Levi finally pulled back. “Let’s get some sleep, yeah?” He tucked a strand of hair behind Eren’s ear, eyes following the movement.
Eren blinked slowly, he was barely awake as it was. “Mmm,” was his response as he gave the slightest nod.
“Come on then, baby.” Levi scooped Eren, still wrapped in the blanket, back into his arms. Eren wrapped his arms around Levi’s neck for the short walk to the bedroom.
“Don’t I feel too heavy?” Eren asked. Cheeks flushed at Levi carrying him like it was nothing.
“You feel just right, actually.” Levi stated, only causing Eren to flush further.
“You can’t just say stuff like that,” Eren whispered, burying his burning face in Levi’s neck.
Levi chuckled at this. Could Eren possibly be any cuter? Levi gently laid Eren back down on the clean sheets. He climbed in next to him, repositioning the blanket Eren was wrapped in so it covered both of them. Eren immediately curled into Levi’s chest, nuzzling with zero shame. Levi wrapped his arms around him, pulling him as close as possible.
“How are you feeling?” He asked as he ran his fingers through Eren’s hair.
“Mmm,” Eren purred at the hand in his hair. “A little sore, but good.”
Levi hummed at this. “I’ll try to be more gentle next time.”
“No!” Eren pulled his head back so their eyes connected. Levi quirked a brow up, clearly amused by the outburst. Eren’s eyes suddenly widened, embarrassed by his own reaction. He buried his face back in Levi’s chest.
“I mean, no you don’t have to do that. I think I liked it rougher,” Eren mumbled against Levi’s skin. Levi couldn’t have the small laugh he let out.
“You think, huh?” Levi lowered one of his hands, cupping Eren’s ass to listen to the squeak Eren immediately emitted.
“Leviii,” Eren dragged out the last letter of his name.
Levi gave a soft squeeze of the warm flesh. “Erennn,” he mimicked the exaggerated speech. He leaned down and kissed along Eren’s shoulder up to his ear.
Eren let out a soft moan, arching into Levi’s hand. Levi pulled his hand back and brought it back down with a slap. The sound echoed through the room and, much to Levi’s delight, Eren cried out. Levi ran his hand soothingly over the red skin.
“Yeah, I think you do like it rougher,” Levi agreed.
Eren hit his fist against Levi’s chest, which only caused Levi to laugh.
“So embarrassing,” Eren grumbled, burying his face even further.
Levi kissed Eren’s cheek, giving one final squeeze to his ass before returning his hand to Eren’s back. “Get some sleep, baby.”
Eren relaxed back into the hold, giving an affirmative hum.
Before they knew it, sleep had claimed them both. Levi did not dream that night. No nightmares woke him at any point. In fact, it was the best sleep he had ever gotten. He slept through the night and when he woke in the morning, Eren was still in his arms.Eren stood at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes they had used for lunch. He stared out the window above the sink at the woods surrounding the cabin. It was so peaceful here, so quiet. At first, it had felt too quiet. Eren was so used to the barracks, constantly full of sounds at any time of day.
When Levi had suggested they move out of the barracks four years ago, Eren had been reluctant. He didn’t want to be far from Armin and Mikasa, but he was also eager to have space that only belonged to Levi and him. They had been together for almost a year at that point. They had made their relationship public immediately, not caring what anyone thought about it. To their surprise, they had been met with a resounding “finally”. Hange still took credit for being the mastermind behind getting them together.
The Scouts had become completely devoted to restoration over the years, needing a new purpose with no more Titans on the island. Eren had loved the new work, finally seeing the places that had been demolished for years filled with life again. Shiganshina had been his own personal project that he still oversaw. It had been going on for years, but there had been immense progress. Houses were being rebuilt, rubble cleared from the streets, and people were moving back.
The cabin that Levi had built for them was in the forest just outside of Shiganshina. It had been Eren’s one request when Levi was searching for their new home’s location. He wanted to be close by for his work, to his old hometown. Levi had asked if Eren wanted to have a house within the walls, but Eren had declined. He wanted a new start outside of the walls. He still found them slightly suffocating, his resentment of them never fully dissipating. It took one year for the cabin to be built, with Levi and 15 other Scout members working every day. Eren had offered to help with the process, but Levi had shooed him away saying he had enough building going on within the walls.
Thankfully Eren hadn’t had to worry about being far from Armin and Mikasa. They had been leading the Shiganshina restoration project with him, also wanting to see their hometown restored to its former beauty. Halfway into Eren and Levi’s house being built, Armin and Jean had begun building their own within the walls. Much to Eren’s delight, Mikasa and Annie built their own cabin in the woods only two miles from Eren’s.
Once the cabin was finished, Levi had set out on his own dream restoration project. The Underground had always been a source of conflict for him. He had a sort of respect for the people who didn’t want to leave, a respect that could only be understood by someone who had lived there. However, he wanted to try to restore the crumbling structures. If nothing else, it would cause less deaths from cave ins. Levi was still known in the Underground. Being on the surface hadn’t lessened the stories about him that still flowed beneath the ground. The people trusted him, they allowed him into their space like he had never left.
Levi had a team of 25 cadets helping him with the project, but Eren had made a point to be present on several occasions. He had wanted to see where Levi had grown up, where he had been hardened into the man he was today. Even if that history held tragedy, Eren wanted to see it. He wanted to know everything he could about the man he loved.
Half a year into the project, Levi had been approached by an old woman. She was holding a baby in her arms as she spoke, Levi found it hard to focus on anything but the small bundle. The woman explained that she had come across the baby on its own three weeks prior. She wasn’t sure who the little girl belonged to, but she was too old to be caring for the infant. Eren had noticed the exchange and approached the two.
“Can I see?” Eren asked, gesturing towards the baby.
The woman smiled, knowing who Eren was to Captain Levi, and handed her over. Eren took the little girl into his arms, she was awake, bright blue eyes staring up at him in awe. She had to be less than a year old, so small like all the children from the Underground. “Hi little one,” Eren cooed, voice soft.
Levi watched Eren with the baby, his heart overflowing at a sight he had never considered. “We’ll see if we can find her parents,” Levi explained to the old woman, eyes never leaving Eren. “Consider it taken care of. Thank you for looking after her for as long as you did.”
Eren looked at him then, their eyes connected, and a silent conversation seemed to take place. Eren smiled, and Levi couldn’t help but return the gesture.
They spent the next two months scouring the Underground. They asked everyone they encountered if they recognized the girl. When they all replied no, they started asking if anyone knew about a woman who maybe died not long after giving birth. This also got them a chorus of no’s, but one person had known something. As it turned out, the little girl’s mother might be dead, but no one knew for sure. She had up and disappeared months ago and no one knew where she was. One thing was certain, she wasn’t in the Underground.
While they searched for the girl’s parents, she stayed with Eren and Levi at their home. Levi had built her a crib, which now sat tucked up against their bed. Eren had pulled back from the Shiganshina project while they cared for the girl. Armin and Mikasa visited constantly during those two months, enamored with the little bundle of energy just as much as Levi and Eren were. Her big blue eyes always tracking Mikasa in particular, Eren suspected it was because she looked so much like Levi. The little girl herself resembled Armin the most. She had light blue eyes and curly blonde hair that Eren was constantly running his fingers through.
Truthfully, Eren was growing attached to her. It was hard not to. He knew the same was true for Levi, no matter how much better the older man was at hiding it. They had taken to calling her “little one” since they didn’t know her name. It felt less personal than giving her a name. Especially if they ended up finding her real parents.
That ended up not being a concern. After two months of looking, they had found nothing. Levi returned from the Underground one night to find Eren and the child sleeping on their bed. Eren had her curled next to him as they both slept so peacefully. Levi knew then and there that she was theirs, they could be her parents. From the first moment he saw Eren hold her, he knew they could do this. Instead of waking Eren, he had quietly left the room to take a bath. Working and building in the Underground left him covered in dust and dirt, it was the only downside to the work.
He quickly bathed and dressed in clean clothes before returning to the bedroom. He climbed into bed behind Eren, wrapping his arms around the younger man as he did every night. Their years together had not lessened either of their needs to be in physical contact as much as possible. He curled up with Eren, nuzzling his head into his nape and inhaling the scent that would always immediately soothe him. He placed a gentle kiss there before settling into sleep.
The next morning Eren woke up alone in the bed, which was unusual. He was sure the little one had been with him when he fell asleep. He sat up and stretched, neck cracking with the movement. He peeled himself from the bed and entered the living room. The house was quiet, empty. He started to panic. Where was the baby? Where was Levi? He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to the window above the kitchen sink. He approached the sink and stopped at what he saw.
Levi was outside with the baby balanced on his hip; one arm wrapped around her. They were looking at the flowers that Eren had planted around the house. Or rather, Levi was looking at them. The little girl seemed to be captivated by Levi’s face. Eren could see Levi’s lips moving, no doubt explaining in a very matter of fact tone about the different flowers. She seemed to be hanging on every word, obviously not understanding him, but the sight had Eren giggling.
Eren pulled a sweater on before slipping into his boots and walking outside. He slowly approached the two who had their backs turned to him. His boot crunched on a dried leaf and Levi turned so they were both facing him. Eren felt his heart leap at the sight the two of them conveyed. Levi with a child, it wasn’t something Eren had ever imagined for them. But this little one had fallen into their arms from nowhere and it was starting to feel like fate.
“Hey bright eyes,” Levi greeted. The nickname had stuck since that night so many years ago.
“Hey babe,” Eren smiled as he approached them. “Hi little one.” The little girl squirmed in Levi’s arms, reaching a hand out to Eren. Eren knew this motion well by now. He reached his own hand out and let the girl grab one of his fingers. Eren bounced his hand slightly, getting a coo from the girl.
“Isabel,” Levi corrected. Eren’s eyes flew to him, blown wide.
“Did you…” Levi knew what Eren was asking.
“No, we still haven’t found anything. But I think we should stop looking. I think she’s where she belongs.” Levi turned his eyes to the girl, Isabel, in his arm. She looked up at him, babbling a string of nothing words as she studied his face. “See? She agrees.”
Eren choked out a laugh at that, already feeling the tears in his eyes. Levi returned his gaze to Eren at the sound, a small smile on his lips. He wrapped his free arm around Eren’s waist, pulling him to his chest. “Are you sure about this?” Eren asked. He leaned his head against Levi’s as he wrapped an arm around his back.
Isabel still had her hand in a death grip on Eren’s finger. She had brought it to her mouth and was trying furiously to chew on it. Still babbling an entire story that Levi and Eren couldn’t understand.
“I’m sure, baby. It feels right,” Levi stated. He looked up at Eren. “I love you. More than anything. I see you with her, I know you want to keep her.”
The tears fell down Eren’s cheeks and he did nothing to remove them. His eyes scanned Levi’s for another minute before bringing their lips together. The kiss was sweet and soft, conveying everything Eren wanted to say, but couldn’t right now.
Eren pulled back and rested their foreheads together, steadying his breath and finding his voice again. “Okay,” he breathed, eyes closed. “Okay, let’s do it.”
He raised his head and turned to the girl still nibbling on his finger. “Hi Izzy,” he cooed. The little girl stopped her chewing at that, staring at Eren with a look that couldn’t be placed. Then she was reaching her hands out and Eren happily took her into his arms. She leaned into his chest, resting her cheek on his shoulder as she curled into him. Fresh tears fell and Levi now had a free hand to wipe them away. He would always be here to dry Eren’s tears. He would always protect the two people in his arms.
He no longer needed to be Humanity’s Strongest, Eren no longer being Humanity’s Hope. They could live here, in their cabin in the woods, with Isabel. They could be happy.