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Levi is surrounded by the aristocrats, and Erwin cannot take his eyes off him. He drinks in the sight, ignoring the glass of wine in his hand as he watches the way Levi leans into them. There’s a meek smile gracing his face, pulling the corners of his mouth upwards, and Erwin racks his brain to recall the last time he ever saw Levi’s lips at such an angle.

Even from across the grand hall, Erwin can see the way Levi’s dark lashes flutter. He bats them playfully, bordering on something flirtatious, and the scene causes Erwin to tighten his grip on the stem of his drink. The delicate glass threatens to snap and crumble under the pressure of his fingers. He’s never seen Levi like this. Social. Charming. It weaves something sharp and hot between his ribs.

Erwin isn’t the only one to notice Levi's behavior. The lingering touch of calloused fingers over shoulders and elbows. The tilting of his head, entering further into one's space while showcasing an unmarred expanse of skin above his collar. The occasional lift to his toes with a meek smile. Shadis keeps glancing over his shoulder, stunned at Levi’s behavior. Miche and Hange too, they’ve found a corner to gossip together and the pair keep motioning in Levi’s direction with slack jaws.

None of them expected such a turn of events.

“You keep him in line, ya hear?” Shadis had barked at him after Erwin lowered the crisp white paper inviting the lot of them to the next military gala. It was a fundraising event, one that Erwin knew he’d be attending, but even he hadn’t accounted for Levi’s rising popularity among the civilians. Rumors had been spreading quickly about Levi’s growing kill-count against the Titans. There were already murmurings amongst the Scouts themselves that Levi was the new strongest, threatening to usurp the unofficial title from Miche.

Erwin had been careful to omit Shadis’s comments about Levi being his pet project that needed to be kept on a tight leash, but Levi had still been livid at the notion of having to attend the gala. He’d given Erwin a thorough piece of his mind.

“You want to parade me around like some fuckin’ show pony to them, huh?”

“It’s not like that, I promise,” Erwin had tried to counter.

Levi shook his head and spoke over him. “Tch, I don’t want to hear it. I know exactly how these types of events end.”

“Levi.” Erwin was ready to beg. He’d never begged for a thing before, but there was something about Levi that could put him on his knees. “The Scouts need this funding. Shadis isn’t going to call off the next expedition, so this could mean the difference between having enough rations and needing to forage in Titan territory.”

With a sigh, Levi turned away from him. “Fine. But only because you’re asking me to do this.”

Before Erwin could so much as thank him, Levi was storming off with a mop and bucket of sudsy water.

The communal living space was spotless.

Normally, Erwin shines at these events. He’s good at swindling the wealthy merchants and buttering up the nobility with empty compliments that make them smile. Shadis appreciates the fact that he can rely on Erwin to bring in substantial donations, even if he doesn’t outright say it. But tonight, no one is interested in what Erwin has to say. They’re all flocking to Levi’s circle, eager to meet this mysterious soldier that seemingly appeared out of thin air.

Officially, there may be some fallacies to Levi’s citizenship status. The commanders of each branch know, Zackly knows, and a very, very small inner circle of nobles who were connected to Lovof know of Levi’s criminal record, but the rest of the populace believes he’s simply from the Underground, lucky enough to have caught the eye of a Scout recruiter. Normally, it works in Levi’s favor to not have others knowing of his past deeds, but here in the heart of Mitras, the obscurity only makes him more intriguing.

Shadis walks past him, clearly trying to chase down one of the servers with a tray of wine. “Who would have expected Levi to actually be useful at these things,” he says, clapping Erwin on the shoulder. He already reeks of wine. “He’s an absolute flirt.”

Flirt.

There’s that word again. Levi is flirting with those around him. He’s making them smile and blush and lean into him as much as he’s leaning into them.

And for some reason, this upsets Erwin.

Besides Erwin, a giggling noblewoman who’s had too much wine latches onto Erwin’s arm. “Oh, Captain Smith, I heard you felled two Titans on the Scouts last expedition. Is that true?”

“Yes,” Erwin nods, offering no additional details. In the back of his mind, he knows he should. These events are all about entertaining those whose pockets run deep, but right now all he can focus on is who is talking to Levi across the room.

“Won’t you tell us more about it?”

When Stratmann, a man Erwin is notably not fond of, passes Levi a fresh glass of bubbly-Lambrusco, Erwin decides he’s had enough. He marches forward, abandoning the conversation he wasn’t paying a lick of attention to—the brunette huffs at his rudeness. Erwin doesn’t pay her any mind, but he also doesn’t miss the way Levi’s knuckles curl against Stratmann’s fingers. He watches, seeing how Stratmann doesn’t pull away from Levi. He spies Stratmann’s thumb stroke Levi’s wrist. Erwin’s nostrils flair. His steps becoming unsteady.

Someone steps in front of him, halting his mission. They invite him into their circle of chatter, but Erwin hardly listens. His eyes are still glued to Levi, occasionally catching a flash of those slate-blue eyes.

“Blue? You think his eyes are blue?”

“Yes, Hange! I’m telling you, they’re blue.”

Hange laughed, reeling backwards and almost tipping off the back of the wooden fence they were perched upon. “You have blue eyes, Erwin.”

“There’s more than one shade of blue, you know.”

“Well duh, I’m no artist, but even I know that.” They gripped the old wood, righting their balance again.

Erwin sighed, crossing his arms and looking over towards where Levi and Miche were sparring in the field. There was a small crowd around them—no one had bested Miche in well over a year, but it looked like Levi was about to.

“You know,” Hange continued in Erwin’s ear, “maybe you shouldn’t worry about what color Levi’s eyes are, and instead ask yourself why you’re so interested in their color in the first place.”

At that, Erwin balked at Hange. “What are you getting at?”

They shrugged. “You tell me.”

“You’re insufferable somedays. You know that, right?”

“Still managed to knock you on your ass an hour ago.”

“I hear you’re the one who recruited him,” a voice chimes next to Erwin.

“Huh?” Erwin flounders for only a heartbeat, tearing his gaze away from Levi to the stout man standing next to him. Reeves, his mind supplements. “Oh, yes. I did.”

“He’s supposedly a prodigy with the ODM gear you soldiers use,” Reeves continues to converse.

“Yeah.” Erwin’s gaze cuts back to Levi. His back is now facing Erwin, lean muscles concealed beneath a finely starched dress shirt and forest green military jacket. The Wings of Freedom embroidered across Levi’s back as though they’re a part of him. “He’s truly remarkable.”

“Pray tell, just how did you find him? And I want the story of the matter. We’ve all heard the simple version—that you just happened to find him.” Reeves makes a gesture at the word find. “But we all know there’s more to it.”

Erwin’s about to reply, he’s rehearsed this answer before—knowing it would be asked of him more than once. But before he can open his mouth, he looks at Levi, again, just in time to spot Stratmann’s hand settling on the small of Levi’s back.

Red flashes at the corners of Erwin’s vision.

“Excuse me,” he mumbles, continuing his earlier mission of stalking across the hall towards Levi. Reeves grumbles behind him, much like the brunette did, but Erwin doesn’t care. For once, he can’t focus on the petulant conversations that accompany these events. The only thing he can focus on is Stratmann’s hand on Levi, the way he’s slowly inching closer with that hand climbing up his back. How he’s steadily turning the pair of them away from the others.

Get your filthy hand off of him.

The thought is openly possessive. It comes suddenly and without preamble to the forefront of Erwin’s brain, nearly causing him to fumble. The wine in his glass, an elegant Malbec that he knows Levi would appreciate more than the sweet Lambrusco Stratmann has given him, sloshes precariously in his hold.

He should stop. Evaluate himself. He’s acting rash, reckless, but the longer his stare remains on Stratmann’s weak fingers on Levi’s back, the worse his thoughts become. No one should touch Levi in such a bold manner.

“Excuse me,” Erwin cuts into the circle of people with a well-practiced grace. “I do hate to interrupt, but I need to speak with Levi for a moment.”

“Oh?” Levi inquires, with a quirked eyebrow.

“It’s unfortunately a message that should be shared in private.”

“Now, now, Smith,” Stratmann says. “You really wouldn’t try to whisk away the jewel of the evening, would you?”

Red sparks in Erwin’s eyes again. Thicker this time, like a lingering fog. “It will only be for a moment.”

Stratmann rolls his eyes. “Really now, you Scouts and all your secrets. The other regiments would never be so rude.”

It’s a silver-tongued threat, and Erwin knows it.

“The other regiments aren’t dealing with a foe we’re still trying to understand.”

“Ha,” Stratmann’s laugh is dry, “at least the other regiments deal with foes living amongst our neighbors, and not those beyond the walls.”

Erwin is about to cause a scene when Levi finally decides he’s had enough. “I thought this was meant to be a party. Not a pissing match.”

By now, the rest of the crowd has dispersed. They were all interested in Levi, and Erwin and Stratmann dominating the conversation has bored them. It leaves the three of them in their own corner of the hall as Levi goes to step away himself.

Stratmann doesn’t let Levi go far, grabbing onto his arm and stepping in close. If Erwin had a blade, he’d cut the man’s hand off. He idly wonders where Levi’s knife is—he doesn’t doubt for even a moment that he has concealed one on his person.

“Levi,” Stratmann starts, “if I may be so bold…”

“What?” Levi’s mask cracks for a fraction of a second, his normal irritated demeanor slipping through.

“We both understand that the purpose of these events is to line the pockets of the military. And we both understand that I am among the wealthier merchants here.”

Levi’s jaw tenses. “Get to the point.”

“If you’d be so kind as to entertain me with a private conversation about yourself, I do believe I’ll find myself more inclined to fund the Scouts next expedition.”

Stratmann’s intent, what he’s asking of Levi, is clear as day. The insinuation makes Erwin’s blood boil and his vision blur. He wants to carve out the nape of Stratmann’s neck, and is considering doing it with his bare hands when Levi looks at him.

Those slate-blue eyes speak volumes and pose a silent challenge to Erwin.

He’ll do it, Erwin realizes with a sickening start. He can tell in the way Levi holds himself—in the fact he hasn’t slit Stratmann’s throat himself yet, that he’s willing to go with him. But he also realizes that if Erwin tells him not to, he’ll listen. And that makes no sense to Erwin—the way Levi is always so willing to fulfill his orders. It’s the very reason Shadis ordered Erwin to keep Levi in line tonight, because Levi always listens to Erwin.

Stratmann will fund the expedition.

It’s a tempting offer. All he has to do is turn away, and all his worries for the next expedition beyond the walls will be solved.

Stratmann will touch Levi.

Erwin doesn’t even have to think to make a decision.

“No.”

“I wasn’t asking you, Smith—”

Splash.

Levi, quick as a whip and light on his feet, has twisted his way out of Stratmann’s hold and into Erwin. He collides with Erwin’s arm, causing the rich red Malbec to spill onto his green jacket.

“Oh, look what you’ve done,” Levi chastises Erwin, but without any real malice.

Erwin and Stratmann both stare in shock down at Levi.

“Well? Are you going to stand there like a bumbling fool, Erwin? Or are you going to help me get this shit out before it fuckin’ stains?”

Levi cares too much about his appearance and is too graceful, too calculated, with his every move to have accidentally bumped into Erwin like this. It’s an opening, a clear escape route.

“Right! If you’ll excuse us.”

One of the few real delights of visiting Mitras for these types of events is the housing quarter for visiting officials. Commanders and even Captains are offered their own private rooms, and Section Commanders only have to bunk with one additional person. It’s a reprieve from the barracks, where almost everyone but the Commander has to share with multiple individuals. Not to mention that the rooms are always clean, with soft bedding and warm hearths.

Arriving at their shared quarters, Erwin, ever the gentleman, opens the door for his roommate, Levi.

And then promptly spins him around to pin him against the solid wood frame.

“Just what kind of game do you think you’re playing?” Erwin seethes, the pitch of his voice dropping to a low timber.

Levi has the audacity to roll his eyes at him. “For fucks sake, I’m not an idiot, Erwin, I know how these events go.”

“Oh really? Then by the goddamn walls, tell me. Exactly how do you believe these events go?”

“They’re nothing but pony-shows. We show off for these pigs, keep ‘em happy for the night, and in exchange they fund our missions.”

“Yes, we keep them happy, with conversations about our successes and triumphs. Tell them how they’re making a difference, make them feel as though we couldn’t do this without them.”

At that, Levi narrows his eyes. “You really think that’s how these things go?”

“I know that’s how these things go.”

“Ha,” Levi barks, “now I know why Shadis is always working with tablescraps. His brilliant Captain is actually a fool.”

Erwin sneers and bares his teeth.

“You wanna know what happens to all their coin? It finds its way into the pockets of whoever makes them the happiest. And none of them are satisfied with a conversation alone.”

There’s an edge to Levi’s voice. Something that Erwin should leave well enough alone, but he can’t. Because Levi’s a double-edged sword, and on the other side of the blade is another piece of Levi. He doesn’t give away anything from his past carelessly, and it’s taken Erwin months to even begin to piece together the complicated puzzle of just who Levi is. There’s still so much he doesn’t know about him.

Stratmann nearly gained a piece of Levi tonight. A piece that Erwin lacks. A piece that Erwin realizes he wants.

“How do you know all this?”

“I didn’t always have ODM gear to put food on the table.”

Erwin steps back in shock. Even though he knew what Levi was alluding to before, he couldn’t parcel it together in his head. Not properly. Not clearly like he can now.

And now he can see it, others touching Levi. Men like Reeves, Stratmann, even Lovof retiring from a formal gala, staggering to their rooms with bellies full of expensive meat, sweet wine in their veins—and Levi waiting for them. Levi doing whatever they say so long as they throw a purse full of coins on the nightstand when done.

The thought sparks something green and hot in Erwin’s chest.

Levi follows my command.

“Tch.” Levi goes to shoulder past Erwin. “Didn’t take you for a fuckin’ prude.”

“I’m not,” Erwin starts, realizing how his initial reaction could be perceived.

“Yeah. Right.” Levi shrugs off his stained jacket and drapes it over the sitting chair. “Cause you didn’t just leap away from me the second I told you that I used to be a hired whore.”

“You’re not—” Erwin goes to follow Levi across the room.

“I was. And if you’ve got a problem with that—”

Erwin reaches out to grab Levi’s wrist. “I don’t.”

Levi doesn't dodge Erwin's hand as it circles his wrist. “Sure seems like ya do.”

“I don't,” Erwin repeats. “I don't like the idea of others using you like that.”

“Oh now that's rich,” Levi snatches his hand back. “Considering how much you use me.”

“I've never—”

“Just because you haven't fucked me doesn't mean you haven't used me,” Levi spits, and Erwin finds himself speechless. Because Levi is right—Erwin does use him regularly. He's come to rely on Levi's strength and skill on the field to carry them through each and every mission. Except Erwin can't pay Levi for his services. The only thing he can give Levi is the Wings of Freedom.

“Your skills and talents were being wasted in the Underground,” Erwin rebukes.

“Because I haven’t heard that line before. You think you’re the first to tell me that I should fight for them?” Levi barks, turning and shoving an accusatory finger against Erwin’s chest.

Erwin bristles at the insinuation. “It’s not the same and you know it.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it then. What’s the difference between fighting their enemies and yours?”

“My enemies aren’t men. I command men, and fight the Titans beyond these walls.”

Something dark flashes in Levi’s eyes. It makes Erwin want to grab Levi around the waist and pin him against the nearest horizontal surface. He wants to make Levi tell him everything there is to know about himself. And he realizes with a start that he could. If he asked the right questions, if he made them an order, Levi would likely obey. Because he’ll do whatever Erwin says.

“Why me?” Erwin asks.

Levi ignores him and turns away, crossing his arms and looking out the window pane. Everyone’s guest chambers have a view of the garden.

“You let me use you. You refuse to so much as follow others orders, but you always obey mine.”

Levi stays silent, but Erwin can see the way a chord of tension pulls tighter through Levi’s shoulders.

“You would have done it, you would have fucked him and taken his coin, but only if I told you to do it.” Erwin approaches, knows that Levi can see him coming in the reflection of the window. “You do whatever I tell you without question. Why?”

“I don’t know…” Levi’s voice is practically a whisper, but Erwin is close enough to him that he hears the truth. “It’s like you’ve got this wire wrapped around me, in me, and if I don’t follow you, listen to you, it’ll pull me apart.”

Erwin doesn’t know what to do, what to think, with this newfound information. The thought of Levi needing to obey him does something to his insides. It turns him hot and bubbly, leaving his mouth full of too much saliva that he has to swallow down.

“And if I told you to turn around and go find Stratmann? If I ordered you to go fuck him? Right now?”

Levi spins on his heel, looking ready to pounce “I’d do it. Fuck, Erwin, I’d do it.”

Staring down at Levi, Erwin decides fuck it. He rolls the dice and gambles. “And if I told you to fuck me?”

Levi folds and reveals his own hand. He grabs the lapels of Erwin’s formal jacket. It’s a push and pull as Levi yanks Erwin down to his level while simultaneously stepping into him and forcing him backwards. Erwin stumbles from the force of it all, tumbling down onto the plush leather chair, the wooden feet screeching against the hardwood floors as it slides under the weight of two grown men collapsing on it.

Erwin’s head spins with Levi, Levi, Levi.

Levi in his lap—with thick thighs that are corded in muscle squeezing around his waist.

Levi’s strong callused fingers holding his jaw, tilting his head back and guiding him through a searing kiss.

Levi’s soft lips molding against his own.

Levi’s tongue, warm and wet and sweet, slipping over his own. A drop of shared saliva escaping the corner of his mouth and rolling down the slope of his chin.

Levi’s cologne, with its sweet–floral plum and warm nutmeg scent dancing along his olfactory senses and twirling his brain around in circles.

Levi.

Levi.

Levi.

As Levi coaxes Erwin’s tongue into his own mouth, Erwin is all too eager to follow. He’s a man of exploration, after all, one who dreams of exploring the world beyond the walls and uncovering the truths within them. But right now, fuck, right now all he wants to explore is the inside of Levi’s tempting mouth. To memorize the slopes and peaks of his teeth and the softness of his pink gums and the ridges along the roof of his mouth. And yet, with such a delightful expanse of territory before him, it’s not enough—Erwin finds himself wanting more. He wants oh so much more of Levi.

His fingers that have been respectful up until now, resting lightly on Levi’s waist, twist and bunch in the dark fabric of Levi’s finely pressed shirt—pulling it up and out of the confines of black trousers. He’s a perfectly wrapped package in Erwin’s lap, fine porcelain skin hidden beneath layers of clothes. He lets his fingers wander across Levi’s newly exposed flesh, mapping out each notch of Levi’s spine. As his fingers fan out, palms splayed across cool skin, Erwin finds various textures patchworked together along Levi’s back and sides. There’s a band of buttery soft fabric wrapped around Levi’s trim waist, and lines of soft scar tissue offer a path for Erwin to follow, until he finds a longer stretch that curves across a rib and under Levi’s chest. Erwin scratches the deep scar with his nail, and Levi shivers, moaning into his mouth.

The sound of Levi moaning sends Erwin’s brain spiraling and his hips leaping off the chair. It’s such a sharp movement that Levi bounces in Erwin’s lap, rocking their groins together.

And that makes Erwin pause.

His own trousers are tight, constricting, against his straining erection. But he doesn’t feel the same from Levi, the space between his thighs is soft. No matter how much Erwin may want Levi, he won’t take this a step further unless the feeling is mutual. Even if Levi has made it abundantly clear that he’s willing, Erwin isn’t one to engage with a partner unless they’re wanting.

“Stop,” Erwin husks against Levi’s mouth, letting his hands slip out from beneath the soft fabric of Levi’s shirt to cup his face. Levi whines at the loss, arching and grinding against Erwin’s body in search of contact.

“Levi,” Erwin breathes, struggling with his own desire. “Stop.”

“Why?” Levi begs, leaning forwards to attach his lips to Erwin’s jawline. Petal soft lips brushing against the beginnings of his stubble that’s starting to sprout this late in the night.

“Because you don’t have to do this.”

“Tch,” Levi nips at Erwin’s earlobe, “what if I want this?”

Erwin swallows, eyes threatening to roll back as Levi’s expert tongue laves at a tender spot of skin behind his ear. “I can feel that you don’t.”

At that, Levi sits back, settling his weight further atop of Erwin’s lap, right along the curve of his cock. It makes Erwin hiss in pleasure, hands falling to Levi’s thighs to hold him still.

“You really gonna say I don’t want this?” Levi challenges.

“Shit. Levi, I—” Erwin tries, fingers digging into strong muscle and thumbs pressing against the seam where Levi’s thighs meet his hips. Trying in vain to hold Levi still as he slowly sways in his lap.

“Mm,” Levi hums, “Want this—Want you.”

“But—” Levi silences his protests with another kiss. This one hungrier and more desperate than the last.

“Goddamn, you’re a right fool aren’t ya?” Levi teases, biting at Erwin’s bottom lip with sharp teeth. He drops his hands between them, making quick work of undoing the buckle of his belt and the button to his trousers. Erwin shudders beneath him, wanting to rock up into him and pull away at the same time, but before he can do either, Levi is grabbing his hand. He guides it into his own trousers, leading Erwin’s thicker fingers down the expanse of firm muscle and baby-soft trail of hair until they meet something surprisingly refined.

Lace. Erwin’s mind registers as his fingertips brush against the finely woven material, feeling the artistically stitched patterns that can bewitch even the strongest of men.

Levi doesn’t stop though, he continues on his quest, bringing Erwin’s hand lower still, down to where Erwin expects to find a flaccid cock but instead finds—

Oh.

Oh.

Reeling backwards from their kiss, Erwin’s eyes drop to where Levi’s nimble fingers are encouraging his own to dip beneath the fine lace, pushing it aside to reveal slick pink heat. He’s wet, soaking the fine undergarments he wears and practically dripping onto Erwin’s fingers.

“Levi…”

“Still think I don’t want this?”

There’s a challenge in the question, a gamble, and Erwin has never been able to turn down a game of chance. His eyes darken, matching Levi’s own as he surges forward and captures Levi’s mouth against his own. It’s his turn to bite at Levi’s lips, only to soothe them with a fat tongue. Levi holds his own, gives as good as he gets, teeth clashing—until Erwin curls his finger, hooking one of them up and into Levi’s dripping heat.

“Fu—” Levi rasps, jaw dropping open on a breath while his fingers clutch at Erwin’s shoulders.

Erwin grins against Levi’s lips and flexes his finger, enjoying the way Levi withers on his lap and grinds down against his hand.

“You’re going to be mine. You are mine,” Erwin husks into the curve of Levi’s jaw.

Levi’s thighs twitch around Erwin’s waist, head falling back. He nods at Erwin’s words, lust-drunk and dumb already. Or at least that’s how he’s acting. Erwin doesn’t truly know. He’s never had Levi before, and he doesn’t know what kind of a lover Levi is.

What he does know is that Levi used to do this regularly, or at least that’s what Levi implied.

And there it is again, that barbed cord of jealousy pricking Erwin’s heart and clouding his vision with an envy towards faceless men and women who have had the pleasure of bedding Levi before him. It weaves its way through Erwin’s veins—along the sinew of muscle and tendons in his arms. A second finger joins the first, spearing Levi open, wider, but his other hand snakes up into Levi’s hair. Nails scratch at his scalp as he grabs the fine black tresses right at the roots and pulls. He draws Levi’s back straight, draws his slate-blue eyes to Erwin’s sapphire ones.

“I want you,” Erwin’s voice is a near growl. The heel of his hand grinding down against where Levi is hard and throbbing. “The real you. Do you understand?”

Levi sighs and grins. “You sure about that? You don’t want to see my tricks?”

“I want to see what you look like when you’re well and truly ruined.”

“Mm, you think you’re that good?”

“You tell me.”

Erwin slips his fingers free of Levi’s tight warmth, sliding his hands around firm thick thighs to grip them tight. Thumbs stroking at the defining curve of Levi’s ass as Erwin lifts them both from the worn leather chair. He walks them across the room, depositing Levi on top of the duvet of the bed. Levi drags Erwin down with him, his fingers cinched around shirt buttons that he’s been undoing while Erwin moved the two of them.

“Shit. You’re fuckin’ full of it you know?” Levi muses as he rakes his fingers through the soft thatch of blond hair that dusts Erwin’s chest. He follows the fine hairs down, letting them guide his nimble fingers like a trail of breadcrumbs. But before he can reach his destination, Erwin snatches his wrist from the edge of his waistband.

“Oh yeah? And what makes you say that?”

“Assuming you’re going to be good enough that I’ll just listen.” And yet, Levi’s actions betray his words. He lets his hands fall to the sheets besides his head.

Erwin grins, wicked and sharp. “You seem fairly content taking my orders.”

Confident that Levi is going to do as he’s told, Erwin sets to work, undoing the buttons of Levi’s own dress shirt while laying feather light kisses up and down his neck. When he feels Levi’s breath stutter, however, he hones in on that spot, pressing harder with lips and digging his teeth into the creamy flesh. The effect is immediate, Levi tossing his head back against the sheets to give Erwin more room, more skin to mark. He can already feel the blood blooming beneath his flushed skin, warm and saccharine.

Erwin lifts Levi off the sheets with a hand under his back and lips suctioned to his collarbone, just far enough to push the black fabric from his shoulders. As soon as there’s more skin to work with, he trails his kisses lower—leaving another purpling bruise lower on the concave dip of Levi’s collarbone, and then another that flushes pink above of a perked nipple.

Once Levi’s shirt is gone, Erwin slows down. He sits back, marveling at the sight before him. Levi’s cheeks are a warm rosy color that matches his kiss-swollen lips and nipples. There are scars that crisscross Levi’s arms and torso. Most are fairly small—it’s hard for anyone to land a hit on Levi, and he heals quickly. The deepest are two that mirror each other, intentional, following the curve of his ribs, swooping beneath his chest. Erwin traces his pinky finger across one, feels the tough ridge of scar-tissue, feels how Levi twitches beneath him. Skating lower with his fingers, he pulls at the black lace band wrapped around Levi’s waist, dips his finger beneath the fine material to scratch at Levi’s skin and peppers kisses along the silk ribbons that disappear into his open trousers.

“Tell me, Levi,” Erwin says, pulling at a ribbon before letting it snap back against Levi’s skin, “how do you want me to fuck you?”

“Thought you were the one giving the orders here?”

“I am. And I’m ordering you to tell me what you want.”

Levi shivers, a full-bodied thing at Erwin’s words. It makes him wonder whether Levi has ever been given a choice like this.

“I–I—” Levi struggles to answer. Distracted by the blond’s succulent tongue on his skin and plump lips kissing a searing path up his neck.

He doesn’t know what he wants.

“Tell me, darling…” Erwin’s tongue traces the shell of Levi’s ear.

He wants Erwin.

Erwin bites his earlobe, “or I won’t fuck you at all.”

Levi whines, frustrated, and bites his lip to try and muffle the noise. Meanwhile, Erwin takes the time to learn him, really learn him. He drapes himself over Levi’s trim frame and explores, lets his fingers walk up and down Levi’s chest, lets his lips and tongue map a quest of their own. He catalogues Levi’s every reaction, learns where he’s sensitive and what he likes. Kisses him breathless. Works him over until the tension has bled from his shoulders and back and there’s a fine line of spit glistening against his cheek and soaking into the sheets. A wet patch growing between his legs that Erwin can feel against his thigh.

“Er-Erwin,” Levi groans when Erwin snags a nipple between his teeth. He’s hardly begun, and Levi feels his nerves already frayed thin, like he’s been fucked for hours. But Levi’s never been worshipped like this, never been allowed to lay back and let another do all the work. He’s never felt safe and comfortable enough to trust another to explore him like this, but with Erwin, he feels like he can let his walls down. There’s no hiding himself from Erwin—the man saw him for who he was from the moment their eyes met in the dark of the Underground.

“Louder. I want them to be able to hear you.”

“Shit. You’re a freak.”

Erwin yanks on his nipple with his teeth and slips his hand back beneath Levi’s waistband.

“You still haven’t answered me.”

“Hu-uh?” Levi groans, feeling Erwin’s calloused fingers glide through the sticky wet mess inside his panties.

“I asked you how you wanted me to fuck you.”

“Shit. It doesn’t matter.”

Erwin swirls his tongue around Levi’s other nipple, strokes his fingertips through the slick Levi’s producing. “Oh, but it does.”

“Ah,” Levi gasps, bucking his hips and arching his back. “Fuck off. Just fuck me, Erwin.”

“How?” Erwin presses, kissing his way down Levi’s taut abdomen.

Levi reaches out for Erwin, grabbing a fistful of blond hair and yanking it out of place. Desperate for both Erwin and a sense of control. “Like you paid to fuck me.”

“No.”

Erwin leaves a sharp bite to Levi’s hip before sitting up. He grins at the dull ache of his hair being pulled and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of Levi’s trousers.

“I think I’d rather fuck you like you’re the client here,” Erwin retorts as he draws Levi’s slacks down his legs. Finally revealing the black lace that adorns Levi’s frame with gold trim and accents interwoven throughout the design. Erwin nearly drools at the picturesque vision of Levi—spread out against the deep maroon bedspread with the light of the moon and flickering flame of the oil lamp illuminating him in a soft glow. Erwin can’t help but compare him to a work of art, with his pale skin and scars like cracked porcelain that’s been dipped in black ink and gold paint.

He stares for too long, making Levi smirk knowingly but also causing him to grow impatient.

“Well come on then, if I’m paying you to fuck me, you better fuckin’ get to it,” Levi orders, falling into the charade that he’s paid for Erwin’s services tonight.

It’s all the prompting Erwin needs to knock him from his stupor. He pulls his shirt the rest of the way off and kicks his trousers off so quickly that he hears a stitch pop somewhere. Levi watches him through lidded eyes, enjoying the display before him in much the same way Erwin has watched him all night. He stretches out on the sheets, drags his foot up Erwin’s thigh playfully as soon as it’s bare. Erwin catches it with ease, lifting Levi’s leg up and giving himself room to settle in between. As he crawls over Levi’s lithe frame, he peppers kisses up the inside of his calf, over his knee, and along his thighs. He noses at the conjunction where thigh meets groin, where Levi is hot and soaked and breathes in deeply, moaning at the scent.

“Fu–fuck. Fuck,” Levi gasps out as Erwin pulls out his wicked tongue again. The blond laps at the lacey garment, tasting Levi through the fabric. His tongue teases at the edge, feeling the soft slick skin hidden just beneath.

Levi’s hips jerk up into the touch. “Shit.”

Erwin only teases him for a moment more, latching his teeth into the dampened panties to pull them aside and properly expose Levi to the cool night air. He dips two fingers into him without preamble, curling and stretching—testing that Levi’s loose enough for him.

“Mm, not yet, darling,” Erwin decides.

“Wha—ahh!?” Levi is given no time to process Erwin’s words before lips are sealed around his small cock. Erwin rolls his tongue over him and twists his fingers in him. It all causes Levi to lurch up into the touch, seeking more, more, more from Erwin.

Nimble fingers grab at blond locks, and Erwin lets Levi guide him. He continues his earlier exploration of Levi’s body, learning just how to touch him. Erwin fits his shoulder beneath Levi’s thigh, wrapping an arm around him and pinning him further open. It gives him more room to work as Levi presses down on his head, pushing him off his cock until his tongue dips in between soaking wet folds and by the walls Erwin could die happily here and now. Nestled between Humanity’s Strongest thighs, drinking him in like a fine wine while he rocks his hips and practically grinds against Erwin’s nose.

Levi’s thighs flex, and Erwin can feel the muscles twitch and tighten. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” Levi groans, tossing his head back into the pillows the moment Erwin slips a third finger in amongst the other two and his tongue.

It’s all the warning Erwin gets before he feels Levi come suddenly.

His whole body shakes and spasms against Erwin’s. Levi’s inner walls flutter and draw Erwin’s fingers and tongue in deeper as he rides out his orgasm. Erwin wants to lift his head to see how Levi’s eyes roll back in his head and he wants to press his face deeper into Levi until he makes him see stars.

When Levi’s body goes lax, Erwin withdraws himself from where Levi is still pulsing. He doesn’t bother wiping away the mess on his chin, but he does wipe away the slick coating his fingers on his cock that has gone neglected up until now. Erwin sighs in pleasure and relief, letting his head fall forwards to watch as he brings his cock up to Levi’s waiting heat.

“Come on,” Levi slurs on a whine, spreading his thighs.

“Shh,” Erwin soothes him, chasing a line of drool that’s slipping down Levi’s chin up to his mouth. Kissing him softly, and then deeply as he sinks into Levi, swallowing his moans and feeling the stuttering of Levi’s breath. He feels the way Levi’s body ripples and blossoms open for him, allowing him to slide in with ease.

“God–damn,” Erwin pants, opened-mouth against Levi’s lips.

The first thrust of Erwin’s hips elicits a filthy wet noise between them and Erwin shudders at the sensation of being encapsulated in such warmth. He grinds his hips into Levi’s own, barely moving at first, pressing deep and simply feeling.

He feels Levi tremble beneath him, nails digging into his biceps and shoulder. Knees drawn up and knocking against his ribs, with heels pressing on his hips. He feels Levi’s warm breath against his lips. He feels the flushed warmth of Levi’s cheek in the palm of his hand. He feels the thump-thump-thump of Levi’s heartbeat against his own chest and on his cock.

“Move. Shi–it—Move!!”

Erwin listens, takes the command in stride as he finally starts to properly fuck into Levi.

Levi, Humanity's Strongest, demands more. Spitting profanities and pleas in the same breath as Erwin thrusts into him.

“Shit–Shit–Shit. That’s it…Oh, Fu—uck. Just like tha–at–Mm…More. Keep go–going.”

He gives as good as he gets, back arching into a pretty curve off the bed. Hips pressing down into the cradle of Erwin’s in time with Erwin’s thrusts.

And while Levi orders Erwin around, asks, begs, and pleads for more, Erwin whispers disgusting lines into Levi’s ear. Calling him darling, and pretty, and such a good, good boy. Levi preens under the praise, moans high-pitched and breathy as Erwin fucks him good and hard.

Sweat beads along Erwin’s hairline, under his arms, along the slope of his back, and behind his knees. He feels hot and euphoric all at once—a comforting flame burning in the hearth of his gut. It grows strong, burns hotter with every thrust into Levi.

“I’m yours, darling,” Erwin promises, dipping his tongue into Levi’s slack-jawed mouth. “I’m yours, yours, yours.”

The declaration causes something to snap within Levi. The frayed fibers of his soul come undone in one heartbeat, only to knot back together, stronger than before, on the next. It prompts him to grapple onto Erwin, clinging tight and rolling them over so that Levi is sitting across Erwin’s waist and on his cock.

“Mm…” Levi resumes Erwin’s previous pace, lifting himself on battle-worn thighs that Erwin holds in a vice-like grip. “Wanna—shit,” Levi’s voice catches in his throat as Erwin plants his feet on the bed and leverages his hips up to meet Levi’s.

“What do you want?” Erwin’s own voice is strained and breathy.

“You.”

“You have me,” Erwin promises him, settling a hand on his lower abdomen. “I’m yours.”

Levi clutches at the back of Erwin’s hand, interlacing their fingers and pressing down on their conjoined hands. He nearly tips over from the sensation, spine shaking, and quivers around Erwin’s cock. It takes him a moment to find his voice throughout the web of heaving pants and moans tangling his vocal chords. “I want a–al–all of you. Wanna belong to yo—you,” He grinds down sharply, taking Erwin as deep as he can. “Wa–wanna be all yours–sss.”

“Oh darling,” Erwin rocks the heel of his palm against where Levi is hard and throbbing. Levi nearly shouts in bliss. “You’re mine.”

“Prove it. Make me yours.”

Erwin lurches up at Levi’s challenge, adding more pressure to Levi’s lower stomach until he can feel himself fucking through Levi. His other hand wraps around Levi’s waist, supporting him as he lets out a soundless scream of pleasure at the sudden shift. “With pleasure.”

Sealing their lips together, Erwin comes inside him like that. Fucking up, up, up into Levi while his tongue delves down his throat. He sees white and flashes of gold and black and slate-blue behind his eyes, and he clutches Levi against him as he rides through a storm of euphoria.

Levi sways with Erwin’s body—gentler now, focusing on the sensations of warmth and fullness. His eyes rolling into the back of his head as he reaches a peak of satisfaction he’s never experienced before—coming on and around Erwin in crashing waves. When it’s all said and done, Levi’s fingers and toes feel numb and his legs cramp from the force of his orgasm. The rest of his body feels stretched like taffy. All gooey and sticky, like he’s been dipped in wax and honey. He’s on his back now, Erwin still between his thighs, but softer now, and sprinkling the sweetest kisses across his cheek and down his jaw.

He’s whispering something between each kiss, and it takes Levi a moment to process the same repetitive word.

“Mine…” Kiss. “Mine…” Kiss. “Mine…” Kiss, kiss, kiss.

It fills Levi’s chest with a comforting weight, like he’s finally had enough to eat for the first time in his life.

“Mm-hmm,” he agrees with Erwin, “I’m all yours.”

“I want them all to know it.”

“Ha,” Levi laughs softly, smiling—a real smile. Not a fake smile like he was wearing all evening. This one reaches his eyes, and causes Erwin’s heart to skip a beat. “You wanna go back out there and bend me over one of those tables?”

“Don’t go giving me ideas,” Erwin sighs, smiles, against the curve of Levi’s jaw.

When he lifts his head, his eyes catch the cool light of the moon shining in through the window. The window that overlooks the communal gardens.

“On second thought…”

“Erwin?”

Erwin grabs Levi by the hand, pulling him from the mess of the sheets to drag him over to the window. He guides Levi to stand in front of him, in front of the clear glass and the clear bright night sky. Grinning, he falls to his knees behind Levi, finally pulling the ruined lace panties half-way down Levi’s thighs. He eyes the dripping mess with satisfaction, but the jealous beast within his chest decides that they aren’t done. He leans forwards, burying his nose between the soft curves of Levi’s newly exposed cheeks.

Levi gasps, arching his back and reaches back to fist both hands in Erwin’s ruined hair.

“Why don’t we give any spying eyes a show?”