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“Captain, why are we here!?”
Eren hisses, pulling his cloak further down as he narrowly avoids the clammy hands of a drunk patron.
It stinks, the nauseating stench of the filthy streets being so repulsive it almost forces Eren’s subpar meal to rise from his queasy stomach and out of his frowning lips.
“Hngh...” Eren groans, shimmying closer to his Captain as several topless women wink and grin at the two men. They were surrounded by working men and women, who were busy showing off their sultry bodies whilst enticing drunk patrons into the rowdy brothel.
A brothel.
His Captain, the man who promised to keep him safe under his wing, led him to a brothel.
He felt ill.
“Sir!” Eren hisses, cheeks bright red as he desperately tries to avoid staring at any nude bodies “Why are we here !?” Levi ignores him, his back turned to the shifter as he leisurely opens the door to the bright building, almost blinding Eren.
A sickly sweet and unfamiliar stench permeates throughout the warm building, strangling Eren’s nose and forcing the teen to take a deep breath from his downturned lips. The air was laced with sweat and something Eren would rather not think about. His skin was burning, aching from the sudden shift in heat.
He never thought it possible for air to feel cheap and tacky yet here he was.
Yes, here he was and he still didn’t understand why.
“Drink or Service?” A bored voice lulls out, directing Eren’s wide eyes past his Captain silky hair and towards a scantily clad young man adorned in sheer fabrics and fake jewellery. He seemed rather annoyed at their presence.
“Drink.” his Captain’s deep voice rings out, cutting through Eren’s foggy mind as he’s swiftly reminded of the older man’s status and power. The scantily dressed boy sighs, blue eyes rolling as he leisurely points towards an empty booth before sauntering away.
He practically clings to his Captain’s back as they make their way to the empty booth. He grimaces and winces at any passerby who dares brush past him, curling into himself and yanking his arm away as if offended. He felt sick, ears ringing and cheeks fuming as he practically hurls himself into the corner of their booth.
A firm squeeze around his tense shoulder causes the young shifter to jump, forcing wide green eyes to flit towards the offending hand. Familiar pale fingers come into view, setting Eren’s jumpy mind at ease as he meets his Captain’s cool gaze.
“Calm yourself, Eren. We’re not here to buy.” Buy what ? He’s afraid to ask.
With a loud gulp and wary eyes, Eren grips his cloak tightly, not sparing a single glance towards his quiet Captain as Levi seats himself in front of the nervous teen. “Sir—“ Eren mumbles but is quickly silenced by the loud thud of two kegs being slammed onto their filthy table.
“Drinks.” The newly familiar man sighs, blue eyes gliding up and down Eren’s stiff form. The man sneers, a small smirk toying at his lips before he dramatically rolls away and walyzes towards rowdy customers.
Such friendly staff, exuding just as much class as its… establishment .
“I don’t drink, sir.” Eren whispers, eyeing the brothy substance floating in the wooden cup. It smelled wretched. “I don’t either.” Levi muses before gently leading the cup to his thin lips and taking a big swig. Levi’s Adam's apple bobs, eyes never leaving Eren’s as he leisurely drinks. Thick brows furrow into a tight line, deepening as Eren watches his superior wipe at his thin lips as if he had just devoured a delicious meal.
…if Levi likes it maybe it isn’t so bad…
“Does it taste good?” Eren inquires, toying with the scraped edges of his cup. “Try it.” Levi insists, leaning against the booth.
Well, he couldn’t possibly say no now.
He can feel the older man’s cool gaze run over his body, scrutinising his every movement as Eren slowly drags the cup to his parted lips. Cool bitter liquid runs down his aching throat, eliciting a loud gag from the shifter.
It tasted vile.
His nose burned, scratching at his eyes and throat as he sputtered out the rotten liquid. Through blurry eyes he can barely spot a sly smirk forming over Levi’s lips, adding insult to his already sad injury.
“I-“ he coughs up the last bitter drop of liquid from his burning throat “—thought you said it tasted good!” Eren cries, snorting and wheezing. “I never said that.” His captain smiles, a cruel twinkle flitting between his cold eyes.
It was always like this: Eren embarrassing himself in front of his Captain be it by sheer accident or through the older man’s fruition. Around Levi he felt like a deer; constantly on edge, completely unaware of the lurking danger ahead yet still sensing the dreaded doom to come. It drove him mad, all he wanted was for the older man to see him as an equal. All he wanted was Levi’s undivided attention— he wanted to prove himself worthy, worthy enough to stand next to humanity’s strongest soldier. But those cold glaring eyes told him otherwise, reminding Eren of his place.
He would prefer if the man saw him as a soldier, instead Levi made it abundantly clear that Eren was nothing more than a freakish anomaly. And yet, in moments like these he’s reminded of Jean’s words; of his outlandish claim that Captain Levi treated him differently from the rest.
“He spoils you, practically lets you walk all over him!!” The bastard shouted after confronting Eren in the stables “ You were supposed to run those laps alongside us, but here you are brushing ponies! It’s bullshit!!”
It was bullshit, Jean was bullshit. Captain Levi doesn’t treat him differently and if he did then certainly not in a favourable way.
But then… Why are they here? Why was he here? And only he.
“Sir, why are we here?” Eren rasps, dirty nails digging into his shirt. He wasn’t wearing his uniform, a smart decision on Levi’s behalf as he demanded Eren go change before they left for the Underground. “I thought you wanted to get to know me.” Levi muses, pursed lips slightly falling apart as he sucks on his upper teeth.
Eren perks up, if only slightly, “I-I did!! But this isn’t—“ his eyes follow a swift movement, staring at pale fingers as they fly past his face to point towards an older woman. His mouth clasps shut as he turns to follow Levi’s slim finger. He spots the woman, she was pretty, in a lewd way he supposes. Her large breasts bounce heavily as she hysterically laughs at a drunk customer. Her lips are painted with a crimson red and her eyes shrouded by smoky chalk. He can’t help but think of his mother when staring at the woman. Carla used to joke about her bar-maiden days, where she scantily dressed and wore heavy makeup to impress customers.
A sad thought. Comparing his mother to a… Well, it didn’t matter.
“My uncle used to fuck her.”
His head turns so fast Eren swears he almost snapped his neck as he stares at Levi’s sharp profile.
“What!?” Eren squeaks. His Captain doesn’t respond “Me too.” Levi yawns, rubbing his tired face before meeting Eren’s wide eyes. “I-I don’t understand.” Cold fingers sneak past the filthy table before tugging at Eren’s cloak, silently insisting his recruit remove the thick fabric. “My Uncle bought her for me, once.” Levi says, voice devoid of emotion as he quietly watches Eren remove his cloak “I wasn’t necessarily fond of his gift, but I didn’t complain much either.”
“Lev— Captain Levi I-I— sir, I don’t understand why I’m here.” His mind was racing, tearing through his words as he searched for an answer in Levi’s relaxed eyes. “You wanted to know more about me, well, here we are.” Levi gestures around “This is where I practically grew up.”
He was so casual about the reveal, as if he didn’t just admit to Eren that he grew up in a whorehouse.
“Why?” Eren utters, unsure of what to say. He felt ill. “Kenny liked it here.” Did you? He wanted to ask– No, demand but he simply couldn’t speak. “That’s gross.” Eren gags, like a petulant child having just been told what the birds and the bees were.
Fitting, but not quite.
“Why?” Levi inquires. Eren shrugs, unsure of how to answer. “You don’t like Sex.” It wasn’t a question, nor a statement, it was a presumption and one that Eren had no basis in refuting. Levi’s words were improper, unprofessional and wholly embarrassing. Suddenly, Eren no longer felt like he was chatting with his superior officer. He felt like he was walking headfirst into a trap, one which he was utterly unfamiliar with.
He doesn’t answer, eyes popping wide and cheeks glowing bright as he nervously digs his nails into his arm. “You’re a virgin.” Once again, he doesn’t answer. He feels like even if he did, his Captain would know the truth anyway. The table grows quiet, deathly so.
He feels like choking, the thick air gripping his throat as he desperately tries to tune out the humiliating sounds of lewd moans and cries. He knows they’re all around him, but he tries to pretend they’re not. Yet one’s imagination can only do so much. He tries to meet his Captain’s eyes, hoping it will set his mind at ease yet the man refuses to share his gaze.
No, instead Levi’s focus seems to have shifted behind Eren’s stiff body. Whatever captivated his Captain, it was doing so with vigorous insistence. His grey eyes were glassy, pupils large and dilating— practically shaking as they ogled whatever is so interesting behind Eren.
Eren’s not sure what he expected, perhaps he had thought Levi spotted their fellow soldiers or maybe he’d seen someone he fancied. What he didn’t expect, perhaps out of goodwill for his Captain, was for Levi to be ogling two men having very visible and very loud sex in the corner of the busy brothel.
They were… coupling in public. Unabashedly and unashamed.
Even in the dim light of the brothel, Eren can clearly set apart which one was the customer and which was the working man. His mind begged him to turn away, it screamed at him— howling that he should simply turn away and pretend he didn’t notice. But that working man, the one who moaned and cried—
He resembled Eren.
The man was a bit older with shorter hair and a wider frame but his features still mirrored that of Eren’s. He felt violated, watching his twin be defiled so openly in front of ogling patrons and giggling whores.
And yet. He’s ashamed, ashamed to admit that his loins suddenly started feeling all too tight.
“It’s all for show.” His captain’s deep voice interrupts, sending his shocked gaze back towards his silent superior. Their eyes meet. How long had he been staring at Eren? How long has Eren been staring at… them ? Furthermore, why was Captain Levi staring at the man who looked like…
His confusion seems evident, eliciting a bemused sigh from the older man as he clears his throat.
“He’s not enjoying it. His cock is practically flaccid, not that his customer would care to notice.” His Captain leans closer, filling Eren’s nose with a fresh musky scent— a far cry from the wet stench of their surroundings. Levi’s too close, choking Eren in his presence as the young shifter peeks through thick lashes to stare at his superior’s bobbing Adam's apple.
He was so pale, a stark contrast from Eren’s own tan skin.
“Look.” Levi’s voice is soft yet firm as he directs a scarred finger past Eren’s flushed cheek; grazing the fiery flesh. His heart is beating rapidly, furiously crashing against his chest as he keeps his foggy green eyes below his superior’s sharp jaw. He can’t do this anymore, he feels as if he’s melting and with Levi being in so close proximity…
“I… I don’t want to.” It was brazen, daring and unbecoming of a soldier yet Levi pushed him to this. He pushed him into disobeying him.
“Why not?” His Captain’s voice rings clear from all the filthy commotion around them, like boiling liquid against aching skin: it offers no comfort. He swallows a large glob of spit, grimacing as it scrapes past dry skin. “Sex is normal, Eren.” Hearing his name fall from such a raunchy statement almost made him faint.
“How do you think you were made?” Levi insists, leaning closer and tilting his head. He demands for Eren to meet his eyes, but the teen so brazenly refuses. “You think a stork dropped you off? Instead of your parents fucking day and night?”
He never heard his captain speak like this before, and he’s not entirely sure he can handle knowing his idol was so crass.
He flinches, recoiling from the crude words yet a sudden harsh grip around his forearm drags him closer. “There’s no shame in it, Eren.” Levi’s cool breath fans over the shifter’s face “Sex— Fucking. It’s quite normal. Good, even.” Pristine Fingernails scrape against Eren’s tense hand, dragging under his flimsy jacket and toying with his long-sleeved shirt.
“You said the man didn’t enjoy it!” Eren hisses, arm shaking from the force beneath Levi’s relentless grip. “With the right partner, you will.” He doesn’t care to notice the innuendo of his Captain’s words, instead choosing to focus on the man’s pale fingers as they trail beneath his shirt and drag across heated skin. Pale scarred fingers snake up Eren’s arm; thumb harshly digging into tan skin, threatening to hurt the shifter. “Eren.” The tone is deafening, forcing the teen to lift his gaze and meet his Captain’s heated eyes.
His breath hitches, swallowed by a large gulp “Why did you bring me here?” The teen demands, teary eyes glaring at his cold-hearted superior. His thumb digs into Eren’s forearm, eliciting a quiet cry from the shifter “Such a prude.” His Captain muses, free hand gently tugging on the strings of his shirt; revealing more tan flesh.
This felt off. He doesn’t like this… or does he?
“I like prudes.” Levi whispers, seemingly lost in thought as he brushes his cool knuckles against Eren’s collarbone.
“They moan so sweetly.”
His breathing grows heavy, raspy and uneven. He feels weak, and his loins… “Do you moan sweetly, Eren?” They’re far too close for comfort. “You would.” A rough thumb presses against his plump lips, pulling apart soft tissue to reveal sharp teeth.
“I—“
“You payin’ seperate or—?”
A sudden intrusive voice interjects, cutting through the thick air.Eren swiftly whips his arm away. Their intimate and frankly unprofessional moment was cut short, effectively stomping it into the ground.
“Together! We’re paying together.” Levi growls, jaw clenched tightly, clearly annoyed by the sudden intrusion. Eren could barely hear what the man was saying, his ears ringing so loudly he feared they’d pop.
What the fuck just happened!?
The walk back to the barracks was tense, drenched in silence. Levi didn’t bid him goodnight as he led the teen to his cell, nor did he dare touch Eren again. He simply left without uttering a single word, leaving Eren to piece things together.
His idol, the man he revered for years… came onto him. Although, did he? Eren’s not sure.
The mere prospect was insulting to his Captain’s legacy. Levi wasn’t a pervert. He wasn’t. He was just teasing Eren, seeing how far he could push his cadet. Perhaps he was testing if Eren would transform under extreme pressure. No, that would be ridiculous.
He lay in bed that night, heart pounding and skin aching. He could still feel his Captain’s fingers dragging across his skin, sending goosebumps up his body.
It was nothing. What happened was nothing.
Captain Levi isn’t a pervert.
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It was wet, his body was boiling and his knees bruising. He was moaning, loud and theatrical; begging for more from his lover.
Lover?
He meets cool grey eyes, staring past brown locks and straight at his flushed face.
Captain Levi.
“You moan so sweetly.” The familiar voice behind him booms sending shockwaves down his sweaty body. A familiar face stares him down, pale skin glistening with sweat as the wet droplets drip down to where they were connected.
He was inside of him.
Captain Levi was—
“Dude, you’re supposed to eat your food, not stare at it.”
Eren jumps, knee smacking against the table eliciting a pained yell from the pale shifter. He’s been plagued by nightmares after his debacle with Levi, or perhaps he should call them for what they truly were: wet dreams.
They caused him nothing but misery. He can’t even look at his Captain anymore without blushing in shame.
“Eren, you okay?” A soft voice interjects. He nods, not paying attention to his friends as he picks at his food “He’s blushing again.” Jean sighs, smirk evident in his tone “Clearly been thinking about something naughty.” Eren bites back his retort, jaw clenched tightly as he tries to drown out his debauched dream.
“You’re such a perv.” Mikasa hisses, soothingly rubbing Eren’s tense back. “I’m just honest!” A slim pale hand folds over his forearm, almost giving the teen a heart attack until he notices just how slim Armin’s fingers were compared to Levi’s. No, his were thick and callous— a soldier’s hand. “Eren, you look sick. Maybe you should lay down for the day. I’m sure Captain Levi wouldn’t mind.” That name sends daggers through his throat, causing his breath to hitch.
“Jeez, with the way that old geezer coddles Eren I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t mind having him do other favours.” Jean snickers.
“You moan so sweetly.”
His eyes spring up from his hunched position, brows furrowed deeply. Jean’s smug expression drops ever so slightly. “What do you mean by that?” Eren demands, voice as cold as ice. Seemingly unfazed, Jean snorts loudly “It’s not a jab at you, asshole. I’m just saying, I bet he’s into some pretty kinky shit.”
The table grimaces in unison, all except Eren. “The shorter ones usually are, you know? Compensating for some shit and stuff.” Mikasa’s hand on his back stills “How would you know? You spy on superior officers in your free time?” Jean splutters loudly, cheeks fuming “N-No!”
“I’m just saying. I bet he’s a total perv—“
A loud slam echoes throughout the hall, silencing chatting scouts as their eyes fall onto the fuming shifter “He’s not a pervert!” He screams, cheeks fuming and breath heavy; rasping loudly throughout the quiet dining hall.
He can feel their eyes judging him, staring him down, trying to decipher his outburst. His friends gawk at him, wide-eyed and surprised. Even Jean seems to be surprised at his outburst, wide yellow eyes drowning in confusion as he stares at his friend like a fish; open-mouthed and bewildered.
They’re wrong. They’re all—
“Jaeger!”
His plate clatters loudly as he pulls away from his gawking friends, thigh bumping painfully against the table. An ice cold chill runs down his back, digging into heated skin as that familiar voice forces a blush on his numb face.
“So sweetly.”
His thick breath hitches as his Captain stomps towards him. He’d meet Levi’s gaze, but he simply can’t, he’s convinced he’ll just melt on the spot if he does. A harsh pull on his clothed arm drives a bated whimper from his cracked lips. Pale fingers dig into his forearm, painfully pushing at heated skin as his Captain practically shakes his limp body.
His fingers were so cool. They snuck beneath his shirt with ease that night. So nimble and flexible.
He swallows.
“I’m sorry.” Eren’s voice rasps softly, barely audible for anyone besides his captain to hear. What was he apologising for again? It was a rather meek habit of his; apologising to his captain for every slight offence. It’s ingrained in his behaviour at this point.
He’s dragged away, boots skidding against the stone floor as he’s humiliated in front of the entire squadron. They watch with an amused glint in their eyes as Eren’s forced out of the cafeteria. Perhaps they expect the unruly brat to finally be taught a lesson or maybe they’re hoping Captain Levi has finally found a way to quelm Eren’s outbursts and growing rage.
Whichever it is, Eren wonders if they’d think the same had they known that their Captain brought Shiganshina’s precious asset to an underground brothel. Maybe they’d have tried to reprimand Levi if they knew that the man tried to seduce Eren.
No, he hadn’t seduced him! He was just…being friendly.
The door behind him slams shut, ripping Eren from his turmoiled thoughts. He felt cold, standing amiss in a room clearly not meant for his presence. He was a mouse caged in a cat’s den. Or so he felt.
The room was icy, not just in temperature but also in life. It was pristine, spotless and lacking any decoration save for a small potted plant placed neatly against a broad window shining behind his Captain’s desk.
Had it been any other occasion he would laugh. Knowing that the room his captain subsides in matches his outwardly demeanour to an offending degree would have etched a smile on his tan face.
Yet he feels everything besides joy at this given moment.
“You’re acting like a child.” The disembodied voice growls. He was, wasn’t he? Just a brat some people would say. He remains quiet, staring past his Captain and into the blinding lights of the outside world. He wishes he could join the carefree clouds.
“Eren.” Levi’s gruff voice instils fear in Eren’s heart. He fears he might envision his wet dreams.
“It wasn’t my intention to upset you.”
He blinks, eyes burning as they rest on his Captain’s stoic face. He breathes through his mouth, cracked lips sticking together ever so slightly.
“I simply wanted to spend some time with you. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”
It was. He wanted to get to know the captain better. He was his hero after all. He still is, even after that rather unpleasant experience. “It was.” Eren rasps, throat dry as he blinks away phantom tears. “I just— I didn’t expect that, Captain.”
The older man nods, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he sucks on his tongue. “Eren, how much do you know about the customs us commanding officers have? Or even other soldiers.” Eren shrugs, toying with his soft fingers “Only a few, sir.”
“And I’m guessing, given you’re a virgin, you know nothing about our nightly activities.”
His knees buckle slightly, breath hitching and ears burning as he weakly nods. “Sir,” his voice quakes. “I don’t understand what this has to do with—“ the floorboards creak loudly as his Captain leisurely seats himself besides Eren’s shaky form, staring up at the cadet from his neat bed.
“Do you know why there are so very few pregnancies in our ranks?” He shakes his head
“Because it’s not the women that we’re fucking.”
He’s shaking, teeth chattering quietly as his Captain’s burning gaze bored through his chilled body.
“So during the day, commanding officers spend their time training selected cadets and at night… well.” Levi trails off, eyes drifting away and towards his clean bed. “But there are women amongst our ranks, sir.” Eren blurts. “There are.” Levi confirms, hands clasped tightly in front of his crossed legs.
“But then… if the officers are so afraid of pregnancies, why don’t they just not… fornicate.” A small smirk toys at Levi’s lips “Everyone has their needs, Eren.” His blush burns heavy, enticing cold sweat to flow down his nape.
“Do you… have needs, Captain?” Levi’s brow twitches, “Clearly, I thought it was rather obvious.” His burning curiosity insists, coercing Eren closer towards his seated Captain. Their boots touch, tapping lightly against each other.
“Is that why we went to the brothel? So you could meet your needs?”
“Maybe, although the outcome wasn’t what I had hoped for.” A large lump pushes down his dry throat. His captain hasn’t moved an inch, seemingly unfazed by Eren’s bumbling presence towering above him. “But there were a lot of women there, I thought you said—“
“You ask a lot of questions, Eren.”
His mouth clasps shut, teeth digging into plump lips as his captain’s previous warm gaze turns cold. Pale fingers snake up Eren’s palm, gently stroking his tan hand as his knuckles are guided towards Levi’s waiting lips. He delivers a small peck on Eren’s trembling knuckles, before slowly pulling away and meeting his cadet’s wide eyes.
“Eren, do you understand what I’m trying to say here?” His breathing is loud, or perhaps the room is too quiet.
He understands. He understands and he wishes he didn’t. Fear, Inquiry and something unfamiliar pushes at his thoughts; urging him to make a choice. But how can he? What is he supposed to say, what is he supposed to feel? And why won't he just storm off?
“I’ll train you, of course. Spend more time turning you into a capable soldier. All I ask for is that you warm my bed.”
“And if I refuse?”
The pale hand instantly leaves his own, taking its warmth with it. Levi’s expression turns bitter, seemingly seething under the pretence of rejection “Then we’ll pretend this never happened. You’ll still be my cadet and I’ll remain your captain.”
Eren grips his own hand, pulling it towards his burning chest. The thought of spending more time with his captain, his idol and hero, it excites him. He dreamt of this, of having humanity’s strongest offer him guidance and taking him under his wing. He just never thought it’d be under such nauseating conditions.
Having… sex with his captain in return for personal training… It sounded filthy. It felt filthy. He'd basically become a prostitute, like one of those people he saw in that filthy brothel, except instead of demanding money he’s offered military expertise. Sex, the mere notion that he could lose his virginity to a man twice his age and his superior was frightening and yet…
He felt that familiar twitch, that prevalent feeling whenever he had those dreams.
He was moaning, like that whore did, loud and obscenely as his captain moved behind his spread legs.
He was rubbing his knees together, sneakily and shamefully trying to chase that deliciously sick feeling before abruptly stopping. It was a small price to pay, right? It’s not like he was selling an arm and a leg, not that he could anyways. They’d simply disintegrate. So truly, what was the harm in accepting?
With bated breath, Eren cracks his lips open before meeting his Captain’s expecting gaze.
“Okay.”
A familiar glint gleams through the older man’s eyes, easing his frown and turning his previous stone cold expression into one of what Eren could only describe to be… Hunger.
“Good Boy.”
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“You did well today.”
A large smile forms over his sun kissed face. “Thank you, sir.” Eren beams, leaning over his Captain’s desk as he tries to hide his blush.
He did do well, he’s never been that good at hand-to-hand combat but Captain Levi made sure that he at least knew how to disarm someone accordingly. It was an exhausting few hours but they were entirely worth it. “I’ll get to show off now!” Eren grins, rocking back and forth “Probably won’t be as good as Mikasa but y’know…”
Levi doesn’t answer, simply staring up at his cadet as he nervously trails off. “So you’re satisfied with your extra training?” He nods eagerly, fluffy hair bouncing sporadically “Absolutely, sir! You’re a great teacher!” Levi remains quiet, expression cold as he leisurely nods.
“Good.” His captain muses, dropping his paperwork. He folds his hands, pale fingers digging into white knuckles as he expectantly stares at the beaming shifter. “Ok, well.” Eren smiles, pulling at his tan fingers “I’ll get going—“
“Eren.” Levi’s icy voice cuts through, eliminating Eren’s chipper mood. He doesn’t budge, standing stock still as his captain lifts from his chair to approach his side. A pale hand slowly and cautiously reaches for his side before gently grabbing his clothed hip.
“You had enough time today to think this through. You don’t get to reap the benefits without paying your due, remember?”
Yes, of course. How could he forget?
Well, truth be told: he didn’t. He had just hoped that his Captain would miraculously forget, perhaps even reconsider the offer in Eren’s favour. All out of the kindness of his heart. But it would seem that his wishful thinking was just that: wishful thinking.
“R-right.” Eren whispers, warm breaths fanning over his captain’s soft hair. Firm fingers dip into boney hips, pushing and prodding Eren’s sides “I’m not a complete monster.” His captain sighs, swiftly pulling back his hand, leaving Eren’s heated skin cold and aching. “Walk away now and we pretend this never happened. But I won’t be spending any time with you, unless need be. No training, no talking— no nothing.”
“N-no, it’s okay.” Eren’s breathy whisper fans out as he gulps down a thick glob of spit “I know. I’m not stupid, sir. We had a.. deal, and I’ll uphold my part of it.” His eyes drift down towards his boots, staring at the specks of dirt and dust they collected throughout several months.
His captain remains quiet, narrowed eyes sizing him up before he loudly clicks his tongue “Undress, and stop looking so scared. You’re almost making me feel bad here.”
He waddles away,almost tripping on his numb feet as he turns towards his Captain’s clean bed. It was untouched, unsullied… but not for long. The mere thought sent an unwanted shiver down his back. It was excruciating, his hands were trembling and aching as his nimble fingers ever so slowly worked at his clothes. He went slow, almost torturously so until his tan skin was bare to the cool air of Captain Levi’s equally cold room.
His ears were ringing loudly, cutting off any noises from his queasy mind but the cool hand grazing past his hip managed to snap him back.
“Your Underwear.”
His captain’s hot whisper glides past his tan skin, his lips grazing against flesh— threatening to bite if Eren didn’t obey. Or so it felt.
His captain helped him, or teased him; slipping his cold fingers in-between the tight fabric, snagging them against the band. He didn’t pull his underwear down, his fingers simply stayed in-between Eren’s underwear as if waiting for the teen to undress instead. His back was burning, the warmth of Levi leaning heavily against his spine forcing his body to stiffen.
Soft hair was tickling his nape, sending chills down his burning back and forcing his hair to stay on end. Tan met pale, fingers entwining in one another as if melting into a unified blob. His breath hitched, mind going foggy as Levi’s rough digits locked around Eren’s own; aiding the teen in pulling down his own underwear.
It felt intimate, far more than he anticipated when agreeing to their Exchange. Eyes growing wide and face turning deep red, Eren watches; eyes grazing past his brown nipples and clenched stomach as his underwear drops to his feet. He was hard, only a little, but it was enough to make him wonder how else his Captain could arouse him.
If a simple touch could spur him on, what else could?
A Soft tur blows past his neck. He jumps, grunting as his Captain’s fingers remove themselves from his own trembling digits to dig into his stomach and hips. “And here I thought you were a prude.” Levi teases, roughly biting Eren’s shoulder. He stumbles forward, knees bumping painfully against the harsh metal of his captain’s bed, as the older man harshly grabs his dick.
Oh!
That feels… good. Really good.
He gasps, knees buckling and shaking. “Hmmm… maybe just a bit repressed.” His captain muses to himself, sharp teeth nibbling against thin skin as they graze over Eren’s back.
Eren stares down shamelessly, nails digging into his captain’s arm as his superior leisurely strokes his cock. He might be a bit of a prude, but he’s no priest. He touched himself before, although never like this. This felt good— far better than when he’d do it himself. “You’re pretty all over.” Levi murmurs, rubbing his face against the teen’s shaking arm
“Just like I imagined you’d be.”
He had imagined this before? For how long?
His vision suddenly tumbles as he’s roughly pushed onto the bed. It creaks loudly, metal hinges screeching as he’s forced on his stomach. His thighs drag against soft covers, spread apart by his Captain’s knees. “We’ll do it like this tonight. You can imagine whoever you like, if that helps.”
Tonight? That’s right… they’ll be doing this a few times won’t they?
“Who would I imagine?” Eren blurts, flushed cheeks rubbing against his Captain’s sheet. It smelt good— clean. Like lavender and tea with a hint of warm spice.“Whoever you want.” His captain retorts, voice as cold and disinterested as always.
“Here.” Scarred fingers slide into his view, pulling down a previously propped up pillow and prompting Eren to raise his head so the soft cushion can find its way beneath the shifter’s flushed face. “For biting into.” His thick brows furrow, ocean eyes meeting his captain’s “Biting into?”
Levi hums, gently stroking the shifter’s rear, enjoying how the teen’s skin shudders and shakes beneath his cool touch. “You’ll see.” A sudden harsh slap to his ass reels Eren forward, eliciting a choked gasp from the shifter as his wide glassy eyes stare past tense shoulders and towards his Captain who was busy toying with a small jar.
“W-What’s that?” Eren whispers, voice hoarse and rough. “Oil.” His captain breathes out, pushing Eren’s lower half further down onto the bed until his stomach was lying flat against the white sheets. He was burning up, beyond embarrassed at his position. His arse was practically spread open and the insides of his thighs started burning as they were forced apart even further. If it weren’t for the sweet friction of his leaking cock gently rubbing against the bed, he’d be begging to stop.
“Oil for what?” He asks softly, gnawing at his knuckles. “You’ll see.” His captain repeats breathlessly, jaw clenching as he dips two fingers inside the small jar.
So he waited, eyes closed and breath shaking until an intrusive prod at his arsehole urged him to buck up. He wasn’t up for long however as his captain’s cold hand forced him back down.
“It feels weird.” Eren whines, wincing as his teeth dig into aching knuckles.
“Not for long.” Levi growls, holding the teen down as his fingers slip and slide between the shifter’s cheeks before eventually another thick digit forces itself past the teen’s tense muscle.
It was strange, not unpleasant yet not entirely pleasurable either. It was more of an intrusive feeling if anything else. “Ugh.” Eren groans, a shudder running down his back as thick digits poked and prodded at his insides. “You’re burning.” Levi breathes, curling his finger upwards. The teen jolts, yet no moan escapes his pretty lips. “You could burn my fingers off like this.” His captain teases, pushing another digit into the shuddering shifter.
“S-Sorry.” Eren shakily whispers, grunting as a third finger slips into his clenched hole. “Why? It’s what I like most about you. Besides your pretty eyes, of course.” A deep flush washes over his body, his captain’s crude words sending waves of embarrassment to assault his already wavering composure.
“And your eagerness. The way you adore me— worship me? I used to be rather annoyed by it. Annoyed by you.”
Eren blinks, warm tears dripping from his flushed face. He’s mortified. To think that he was so obvious with his adoration and that his captain merely tolerated him for it… but then why would he choose Eren of all cadets to sleep with? Was it to humiliate him?
“But I’ve grown to like it. It’s… cute. You’re like a lost puppy.”
A sudden jolt of heat pierces through his body, forcing his back to arch painfully. “Ah!” He mewls, eyes wide and brimming with tears as the feeling returns. It’s unlike anything he's ever felt before, the sparks turning his skin ablaze and insides alight as his Captain’s nimble fingers make quick work of his squirming body.
“There it is.” Levi’s breathless voice sighs out, washing over the shifter’s burning skin as the teen desperately writhes against the intruding fingers.
He was helpless, utterly pliant under Levi’s strong hand. Only with the grace of his captain is he allowed to squeeze his legs together, eliciting a gurgled groan from the whimpering shifter.
“So cute.”
Sharp Teeth dig into his elbow, threatening to draw blood. He’s bent unnaturally, one arm held tightly by his Captain’s bone crushing grip and the other being squashed beneath his chest as he bites and gnaws his stinging fingers. Eren was stifling the sounds coming from his slicked lips, boiling metal coating the inside of his mouth as his teeth managed to cut skin and draw blood.
He didn’t know how to act. Didn’t know whether to cry, scream or beg for his life. It felt like he was burning from the inside out, like his mind was melting alongside his innards. It felt good, excruciatingly so.
So good that it hurt.
But then the pleasure stopped, abruptly and without warning. He was now empty, cold and acutely aware of the sounds berating his ears. The sounds of his raspy panting and bed gently creaking. His bruised fingers were removed from his mouth, replaced with a cool thumb running along his teeth and upper lip.
“Disgusting.” Levi murmurs, wiping sweat from the teen’s brow. The Shifter’s jaw was smeared in blood, and fingers steaming as they regenerated before Levi’s eyes.
It was a bit alarming, knowing that he was about to fuck a monster parading around in a boy’s body. But he’s done worse before. And even if the brat can turn into a beast, in the end, he’s still Eren.
His fingers snap in front of the shifter’s beet-red face, pointing towards his pillow “I told you to bite this, not your fucking fingers.” Levi growls, irritated at the small splotch of blood decorating his freshly washed pillow. The Brat blinks slowly, face steaming as he meets his superior’s cold eyes. “Sorry, Sir.” Eren whispers, eyes glassy with tears all puffed up and red “But the pain helped. I don’t want to melt.”
How cute. The brat was babbling nonsense, of course, but it was endearing. It made Levi want to bite his head off— chain him up and keep him locked away forever and ever.
“And I don’t want you to turn. I’d be rather annoyed if you did.” Levi shifts on his knees, pulling the teen back until he’s plastered against the older man’s strong hips. Something warm, thick and fleshy taps against his cock sending shivers down his wet back.
“It’ll feel uncomfortable at first, maybe even hurt.” Levi whispers, soothing hands rubbing along Eren’s shaky back “But don’t pull away.”
Eren nods, breath shaking as he patiently waits for… something. His Captain’s cock pokes and prods, sliding between slick cheeks until eventually the older man finally lines up against the Shifter’s quivering hole.
A small push, a quiet hiss and Levi’s cock breaches past Eren’s tight walls.
He was shivering, quacking beneath the intense pressure as the large tip slowly slipped inside of his aching innards. “It feels weird.” Eren cries, brows furrowed tightly together as he desperately grips the bed sheets beneath him.
Levi doesn’t answer, yet the bone crushing grip on Eren’s hips tighten ever so slightly. It’s like he fears Eren will run off. With how painful the intrusion was becoming, he might just.
“S-stop! It hurts!” Eren begs, tan hand reaching behind to slap his superior’s thigh— anything that he could reach. He’s ignored. The stretch was becoming too much, mind numbingly painful even, as it tore his insides open. He felt like he was being split apart, arse burning and ears ringing as his Captain kept pushing.
With a loud cry, Eren is forced back on his Captain’s cock: engulfing the fleshy intrusion entirely. He was quietly sobbing, jaw aching as he ground his teeth together. His knees were throbbing, legs turned to jelly as they were forced to remain open.
Thankfully his captain didn’t move, yet Eren felt him breathing . He felt every pulse, every slight twitch, every shudder— everything. It was raking his insides and turning his mind to putty, begging Levi to delve deeper and offer comfort. Offer pleasure.
He wanted it to feel good, wanted to moan and beg like those whores from the brothel. But he wasn’t them.
A languid wet lick against his ear tugs him back to reality, eliciting a discomforted mewl from the shifter.
“You feel good.” His Captain whispers, gently kissing Eren’s flushed ear. He was pushing in deeper like this, body flush against Eren’s back and hips stuck against tan cheeks. Eren was trying to pull away in embarrassment, cheeks burning as Levi gently and leisurely kissed and licked his ear, yet the Captain’s strong grip around his jaw didn’t allow it.
A gentle peck against the side of his mouth coerced his shut eyes to flicker open. Another small peck, inching closer towards the middle of Eren’s lips.
It was gentle— sweet.
Turning his head ever so slightly, Eren moans into the feverish kiss. His lips are torn apart, invaded by Levi’s warm tongue as his superior carves his way into Eren’s mouth. It wasn’t his first kiss, but it was easily the most memorable one. The most sensual one.
Their kiss was sloppy, tongues rubbing and pushing against one another. It was a fight, an alluring and intimate one— one that Levi was clearly winning. Eren had no idea what he was doing. He was choking on spit and breathing heavily, trying not to drown in the affinity Levi briefly offered him.
His fingers gently stroked against his captain’s jaw, back twisting painfully as to accommodate his height.
The queasy pain subsided, slowly and cautiously turning into pleasure as Eren’s tense muscles relaxed ever so slightly. And now he could feel his captain, feel his heavy cock resting tightly between his burning walls: aching for release.
He relished in it, ashamedly so. His mind was foggy, the feeling of— of it all being too much. He was fusing into Levi, his skin dripping with heat.
He needed more.
A swift movement sent shivers up his skull, digging into his brain. A slow drag from Levi was all it took, as the older man slightly pulled back from the teen’s soaked cheeks only to force himself back into Eren’s heat.
Deeper.
A gasp falls from Eren’s lips, cutting their sloppy kiss short. Tan hand falls from Levi’s face, gripping the sheets tightly. His captain draws his cock out, slowly dragging the heated flesh out before slamming it back in.
The slap was loud and his mewl even more so.
“So sweet.” Levi whispers heavily, cold fingers dragging down Eren’s sweaty back “I knew you’d moan so sweetly.”
This was Eren’s first fuck— his first cock. The feeling was beyond intense, and with the way Levi was expertly moving his hips? Eren’s not sure he can survive more nights with his Captain.
He tried drowning out the filthy sounds, the loud creaking of Levi’s bed, the lewd squelches, the whimpers and mewls— all of it, yet to no avail. It was like his ears were punishing him, purposefully pinpointing the embarrassing sound of Levi’s hips slapping against his plump arse.
“Fuck.” Levi breathed, hips stuttering slightly “You’re so warm— you’re fucking boiling.”
He’s not sure whether to take his Captain’s crude words as a compliment, yet by the way Levi was drilling into him? He’ll be inclined to believe Levi was enjoying his heat.
A sudden spark of pure ecstasy shoots up his body, eliciting a loud moan from the embarrassed shifter. His captain stills, and for a moment Eren thought he had done something wrong until Levi thrusts again and makes Eren’s entire body shake.
“There?” The older man breathes, heavy and raspy. Eren nods, mouth hanging open in a breathless plea. He’s not sure what he’s silently begging for but his desperate nodding was seen as another spine-tingling sensation ran up and down his flushed body.
“C-Captain!” Eren gasps, head held low as his body rocked back and forth. “Levi.” The older man corrects, gripping Eren’s hips as he shifts his knee up. He’s encased the teen’s side, thigh pressed tightly against Eren’s trembling side.
His moans were frankly embarrassing. Eren was mewling and choking on drool, practically gasping for air as the older man assaulted his good spot.
“I can’t—I-I c-can’t!” Eren babbles, arms giving out as he flops onto the cool sheets. His cock was burning, aching terribly for release. Sneaking his trembling hand between shaky thighs, he tried reaching his dripping member but a harsh tug on his arm prevented it.
A crushing grip on his wrist elicited a pained cry from the shifter. His hand was forced back down, crushed beneath Levi’s veiny hand and the creaking bed. It hurt a lot, Levi having obviously negated the bouts of his strength. His captain grunted, halting his thrusts in order to shift behind Eren’s trembling body.
“C—Levi!” Eren cries, peeking behind his shoulder. The older man was flushed from head to toe, wet bangs sticking to his slick forehead. He looked so different, more handsome than usual. His usual stone cold expression having turned into something Eren can only describe as: Hunger “Sir, i-it h-hurts!” Eren wails, trying to pull his wrist from Levi’s painful grip.
“That’s fine.” Levi answers breathlessly, hips resuming a punishing pace “I’m close anyways.”
He’s bent painfully, back arched and stomach writhing against the sheets as Levi abandons his iron grip around his hip in favour of shoving his face into the soft pillow.
He was still hitting that spot, still turning Eren’s mind to puddle but the pain— the pain was unbearable.
But Levi was forcing him to enjoy it. He was forcing Eren to like this.
“Moan for me.” Levi growls, inching closer to bite into Eren’s tear stricken cheek. He complies, a broken mewl falling from his lips joined by several more genuine pained moans. Levi was brutal, torturous, and yet… he also gently kissed Eren’s cheek— licking a wayward tear and whispering into the shifter’s flushed ear.
“You feel so good, Eren.”
“You’re doing so good.”
“I want to stay in you forever.”
And so much more, it drove Eren mad. He can’t. He can’t.
A slight touch, simple and sweet— the pad of Levi’s finger rubs along the slit of his cock. It was enough. With a loud and painful cry, his cock practically bursts: covering his captain’s pristine sheet as the older man keeps af his punishing pace.
He was babbling incoherently, thighs shaking violently and chin covered in excess drool. His body was still being used, oversensitive skin twitching at each graze and touch. He felt the older man tightly grip his hips, slamming Eren back onto his cock before letting out a soft and choked moan.
Levi’s hips stilled, save for the few gentle grinds against Eren’s aching ass as he released inside the shifter. It was unbearably hot, his growing hair was sticking to his heated forehead almost obscuring his vision.
Soft kisses against his nape sent shivers down his spine, eliciting tiny mewls and gasps from the teen. Strong arms wrap themselves around his torso as he’s forced to lay on his side, his captain’s cock still lodged deep inside his boiling body.
Levi was filling him to the brim, and as much as it was embarrassing, it was also incredibly arousing. Almost shamefully so.
“You did so well.” Levi murmured, voice raspy and breathless as he pinched and squeezed the shifter’s nipples. Try as he might, Eren couldn’t avoid the older man’s honeyed words no matter how much he tried shoving his face into the dirty pillow.
“Did you hear me?” His captain grumbled, squeezing Eren’s torso. The teen gently nodded, eyes fluttering shut as another soft kiss was delivered to his wet ear.
“Good boy.”
His insides twisted at those words, heart lurching out as if begging to be held by his doting captain. It was so unusual for the older man to be this vocal and kind… sweet, even.
Eren likes it. If this was the outcome to their deal, he supposes he could live with it.
It’s not the worst thing in the world.
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Training was brutal, it left him staggering around the field like a newborn calf. His friends didn’t seem to be doing well either, especially Jean who looked mere seconds away from collapsing.
But this was a soldier’s life, and it’s not something he would give up anytime soon. Although, he does wonder if training would have been less excruciating if his arse wasn’t sore.
“Jeager!”
A familiar shout had him straightening up, body going rigid and heart beating fast. Before Eren can respond, Captain Levi has already made his way towards him, halting right in front of the blushing shifter.
“Your performance was abysmal.” The man growls, cold eyes glaring at his embarrassed cadet. “Sorry Captain.” Eren mumbles, head held low as he drowns in his superior’s smell.
He always smelled so good— clean.
Levi remains quiet, yet a soft expression forms over his ageing face. Stepping closer, pale fingers sneakily grip Eren’s sore hip. Eren’s breath hitches.
“Are you okay? Nothing hurts?”
Well, he was definitely doing better now.
Without thinking, he nods, ignoring the pounding pain in his arse. Levi nods, a small smile forming on his face.
“Good, I need you ready and willing for tonight. Remember that.”
Clasping his hands together, Levi steps back before shouting at two lazing cadets.
Eren tries his very best to hide his growing blush, but it was apparent that nothing besides a cool bath would control his steaming embarrassment. Levi had no shame, saying such things out in public— insinuating.
It drove Eren mad.
“Hey Loser.” Jean shouts, approaching the steaming shifter with familiar friends in tow “What did the old geezer say? Is he finally gonna give you a good spanking?” Jean jokes, oblivious to the reality of his words.
“Actually, he said I can go easy for today.” Eren lies, a smug expression forming on his face as Jean’s grin turns into a nasty grimace.
“See, I told you that asshole was going easy on him!” Jean shouts, turning towards his annoyed friends “It’s not fair!!”
If only the idiot knew.