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There was almost nothing special about this night. Sleepless and restless as usual. It’s nothing new for Levi. He’d changed into some night clothes for once.

In some ways, however, this night may actually be worse.

Reclaiming Wall Maria. The mission would commence tomorrow. What Levi knew was that more than half of the young cadets bravely following Erwin’s command would not return in one piece or at all. He knew good and well the propensity of lost lives he would have to reckon with. 

And groans and shouts of comrades long gone pleaded for him to stop the madness, not to lead others to a painful, gruesome demise. 

Alas, Levi was a well-oiled cog in the resistance machine. He was necessary, and he was compliant. 

And what’s more, he was loyal to Erwin to a fault.

If Erwin had a plan, if he believed a plan might work, then Levi would ensure that plan’s success, even if it costs him his life. Even if it ended with Levi between the indiscriminate, greedy jaws of a Titan, then so be it.

Yet, that is not a conclusion that brings Levi much solace.

To love anyone in this wretched world is asking for despair and grief. If Levi could cease the trembling his heart would take when Erwin came near, if he could make it so that Erwin’s presence would not bring him the nipping urge to smile, he’d do it.

Levi doesn’t wish to endure the agony of loss. Erwin’s courage, his irritatingly dangerous gambles on his own life tugged on the strings that made up Levi’s heart. 

He cannot be sure what type of man he’d be in Erwin’s wake.

Levi sits on the edge of his bed just staring at the wall. His eyes yearn for sleep that he knows his brain won’t allow, and vice versa. Even if his brain tires, his eyes would feel the constant need to remain pried open, watching for dangers ever-present and avoiding the grotesque images seared into his mind. 

He wishes he could rest. That he could sleep, for once.

He could hear the creaking of the floorboards nearly a mile away, the old wooden groans ever-so deafening as someone approaches.

“Captain. Are you up?”

There goes that voice that’s determined to a fault.

Levi lifts from the bed and wanders for the door, one of his hands never weary of combat opening the door. As usual, he has to tilt his head upwards to meet the commander’s eyes. 

Perhaps in a world where man-eating Titans were not a threat, Levi would feel he had the luxury to appreciate such a thing on Erwin. Levi feels there’s more to concern himself with than those aesthetics, that it would be wasting his energy. Alas, it does not remove the sensation from his heart whenever he considers the distance between their heights. 

How, if ever he were to really be anywhere near Erwin’s face, he’d need to rise to stand on the tips of his boots and Erwin would have to lean down.

But Levi cuts the nape of that train of thought, killing it in its tracks. No need for something like that.

He sighs. The limp and empty form of Erwin’s right sleeve will never cease to make Levi sick to his stomach.

“Sir. Did you need me for something?” Levi hums with a tone Erwin would know is respect despite its monotonous sound.

“I… can’t really sleep,” Erwin softly admits, his ocean gaze casting to the side as he presses his lips together. “Though, isn’t that what being a Scout is all about?”

Funny. 

For a man who, apparently, showed no fear after having his arm snatched into the jaws of a Titan, bitten clean off, it could be hard to think Erwin of all men battled demons through these long nights within the Walls.

What’s more—he wouldn’t have expected Erwin to be a man looking for company should he fail to slumber.

What did it mean that Erwin wanted Levi’s company? Perhaps it’s a question better left unanswered.

Levi huffs a laugh with closed lips, “Sure. Suppose it is,” He sighs and steps to the side, allowing entry to his room and ignoring the drumming in his ribcage.

Erwin dips his head with gratitude, entering the rather pristine and spotless four walls Levi calls his home. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the chemicals killed you before the Titans.”

“Very funny, sir,” Levi scoffs, shutting the door behind Erwin, “But you’re probably right. I’ll be damned if I live in a pigsty ever again.”

Erwin wanders over towards Levi’s nightstand, running his only five fingers against the mahogany. “You never told me how it was for you.” He lifts his gaze up to fully view the captain once more. “The underground…”

“Filthy, all the damn time,” Levi scoffs, leaning against the wall with one foot kicked back onto his toes and arms across his bound chest.

He never allows himself much empathy—that’s strictly allowed for others only. Though he recognizes the source of why he desperately requires his surroundings to be spotlessly clean, he can never seem to really feel the why. To reckon with the why. He could never truly internalize the sense of abandonment that’s been ever present since his childhood. But in this world, who didn’t?

Nothing made him special enough to deserve the empathy, not his Ackerman blood nor his Titan kill-count. 

“Spent it alone, just like a lot of children in this pitiful world do—but you know about my uncle, at this point.”

“Right…” Erwin sighs pulling his arm to his side as he frowns and stares at the wood beneath him.

A less guarded man would’ve asked to continue talking about it, a more vulnerable person might even continue going without the invitation. But neither are virtues Levi could claim to ever possess. 

If he were, another part of his heart might try to say that Erwin might be the only person he would ever try it with, minus Hange, perhaps.

What would ever be the point to it, though? 

No therapy session in the world could unravel and heal the droves and layers of trauma rudely taking up space in Levi’s mind. And even if it could, the next day would bring its own share. And after that, Levi’s nothing more than a memory. 

What good would it do him to bleed his troubles out onto the floor and realize his life and the lives of those around him could so easily be snuffed out?

Perhaps it’s the reason Levi is staring aimlessly towards Erwin with dull eyes, graying and growing troubled. 

Only in the presence of Erwin would Levi even be wandering into the territory of considering such nonsense to begin with, yet here he is.

“It will all be worth it in the end,” Erwin assures, a grin stretching over his features as he peers out of the touled window behind the nightstand.

“Over that gate and into the setting sun—and even before that, Dr. Jaeger’s cellar—I know the real world awaits… That’s what makes it worth it…”

And his smile fades.

“The only thing that makes it worth it. Any of this.”

Levi frowns. 

Erwin is supposed to be the face of courage and bravery, an emblem representing unyielding fortitude and the drive to push forward. 

Yet, upon voicing something Levi’s heard the commander call out to his cadets numerous times, his smile… falters. It is perplexing to see his constitution fail. 

“If it’s worth it, what’s got you looking pitiful all of a sudden?” He rears a brow, scanning his eyes across Erwin’s handsome face in hopes to garner some sort of clue.

“Mm?” Erwin snaps to, shaking his head. “My apologies. I guess I let my mind wander a bit further this time.” He takes a deep breath through his nose. “Tomorrow is the day I’ve waited my whole life for…”

“Yet you don’t look excited at all,” Levi tilts his head in question, “Is this the same reason you can’t sleep? Just so damn excited to run into whatever hell the Titans have waiting for us?” He chuffs.

“Just brimming with glee at the notion, Captain. Can’t you tell?” Erwin snorts, though the amusement immediately dies down as he seats himself onto the rocking chair positioned on the other side of Levi’s bedpost.

“I just… After coming so far, sending so many of our comrades to the fiery pits of hell… I fear that I won’t see the truth with my own eyes.”

“Mm…” Levi wanders towards his bed, arms still folded as he stands by the side nearest the rocking chair, “I can understand how that must feel…” 

In truth, Levi cares not if he witnesses the truth, if he’s there when the wool is pulled from over humanity’s eyes. 

What he cares about is fighting for that cause. Ridding the world of Titan scum. And making sure his comrades see another day. That’s all, really.

But Erwin speaks of the fear of death, yet not because of death itself, but the failure to experience whatever truth may be revealed in his absence. 

And maybe Levi should spend more time empathizing with him—he’s surprisingly good at that—but he’s finding himself distracted by the subject of Erwin’s death.

These two didn’t start off being buddy-buddy. No, at one point, they were quite far from friends, mere colleagues.  

Yet now, Erwin might be the most important person in his life. His existence serves as a beacon of hope for him. He’s a source of comfort. And in ways he cannot necessarily explain or really understand, his heart feels strange when he’s around. Just as it is now.

Erwin’s death… it unnerves him. Makes his stomach descend into a trembling pit. 

What that entails is not something Levi has the answers for, nor is he sure he ever wants them, really, because maybe he’s smart enough to make a guess.

“Then stay back. You’re down an arm anyways. It would be safer for you to remain here. Whatever information we find out will make it to you, and you can lead humanity forward with it in mind.” 

Is this a plea? It felt intricate, purposeful even. His heart and brain worked in tandem, yet the source of his words’ existence felt to be fueled by the former alone.

“We’ve been through this, Levi… I’m not missing it for the world. I’m tired of ‘he said she said…’ I’m seeing this with my own eyes.”

Levi tightens his jaw. 

He already knew that would be Erwin’s comeback, and it pains him dearly. He can at least admit that to himself.

“Yet you fear if you’ll even see it—what does it matter if you’re there for that moment or not? Is this moment really more important than the information itself?” The words are almost spat out, and some might call this insubordination.

Turns out, if it’s Erwin’s life that’s being discussed, blind compliance isn’t of concern for Levi.

“More than you being here?” 

And whether being here is for humanity or for Levi, he himself can’t even be sure.

“Absolutely, Levi. Being there for the turning tide for humanity… to learn the absolute truth, that quite literally only happens once in a lifetime.”

Frustration churns in Levi’s chest like a kettle of boiling water, building hotter with every word Erwin lets out of his mouth.

“But me…? I’m replaceable.”

And the teapot’s gone to whistle.

“To hell, you are! Maybe to the Scouts, maybe in a million fucking years could the Scouts find a Commander as competent as you. But not to me. I can’t replace you.”

Finally. Levi’s decided to be selfish, to center his own feelings for once in his pathetic life. 

And only after those words spew from his lips like a cat’s hiss does he recognize the gravity that they beckon. 

He shuts his lips yet the intense glare in his eyes remains locked on Erwin.

How dare he look so fucking surprised…?

The way his blonde brows screw together with absolute bewilderment, it sickens Levi to his damn core. Erwin’s mouth is left agape, stun cloaking his throat and prohibiting whatever bullshit will be spewed next—because that’s all it ever is with him.

His lips, those damned pink lips finally close together and a somber look washes over Erwin’s pools of crystal waters.

“You can… I’m not special like you are, Levi.”

And the teapot had never been removed from the heat. It’s been left to boil over.

“I’m not talking about the fucking Scouts, Erwin! I’m talking about me!”

Levi’s heart lurches but it’s too late to pull back. He’s sent himself off the cliff and he has no choice but to plummet and weather the agony of the impact. 

“You are special to me !”

The everlasting silence within the room couldn’t be noisier.

The commander looks like he’d just seen a fucking ghost or something—he likely has at this point, but it damn sure wouldn’t be enough to surprise him now.

Erwin’s gaze shifts to his lap, his jaw tightening before he begins to gnaw on his lip.

“Levi…”

Fuck, why the hell did he say that? What did he think he’d accomplish by saying that? 

Levi’s face tightens and he proceeds to walk past Erwin in silence, opting to stare at the short shelf against the wall that he’d meticulously dusted earlier to distract himself and not look like such a fool.

“Nevermind everything I said. A Scout should never bring emotions into a mission,” Levi recites, and the fold in his arms tightens, bearing down on his bound chest at a harsher strength while he grits his teeth. The pressure must go anywhere but his eyes, though he feels he’s losing that battle already.

“I’m sorry…” Erwin mutters, almost completely unheard.

How dare he…

He rises from the rocking chair with a bit of momentum, standing to his feet and stepping in front of Levi’s line of vision after he turns him.

“I’ve made peace with the fact that I’m going to hell with the burning pile of corpses that used to be our allies at my feet… But, I never considered that you’d feel so strongly about this, Captain… I… don’t think I understand what makes this different for you.”

What the fuck? 

He’s gone this far. Become this vulnerable, yet he still doesn’t fucking get it. 

What other way could there be to communicate to Erwin? He’s said all he could. 

So, maybe just as it goes on the battlefield, Levi will let his body move first, before he even has a moment to think.

Levi’s hand snatches Erwin’s collar into his grasp, pulling him down to his level. Through sheer adrenaline-fueled urges, Levi reels Erwin closer and lets their lips wander and bump together. It doesn’t last long. Only a few seconds. 

As soon as the initial adrenaline is drained from his body, Levi’s hand springs open and he steps backwards, eyes blown wide.

Fuck, he just kissed the Commander.

Levi’s dark eyes scale up towards Erwin’s face ever so gradually. 

For a man willing to throw himself towards giant, man-devouring beasts, what he truly fears is what Erwin looks like right now. 

And begrudgingly, he reaches the top.

It’s that same look of bewilderment, but his gaze lacks any disgust or distaste.

Erwin blinks once, then twice, and time stands still.

Every pin drop of water outside of these damned quarters could be heard at a deafening volume, splatting against the wetlands below over and over. Levi thinks he could even hear the horses feasting hundreds of yards away from here.

And yet, time, it moves all too quickly.

Erwin closes the gap between them in an instant, hunching down to smack his lips against Levi’s with a hunger the captain has never experienced from a human.

His hand tangles into Levi’s raven strands and his breath grows desperate and whispered like he’s wanted this all of his life.

Levi moans, hands yearning to grip onto Erwin as their position begins to shift and they are no longer stagnant in front of the bookcase. One hand grabs onto Erwin’s arm, feeling against the muscle while his other holds his side. The blatant reminder of Erwin’s near death encounter shoots through Levi’s core, yet he’s fully distracted.

He’s on his tippy-toes trying to make this easy for Erwin as he sucks on his bottom lip—he almost thinks he needs to just stand on his shoes or something. He has his childhood malnutrition to thank for this.

Erwin must’ve noticed the smaller man’s struggle, because immediately he shifts their positioning towards the bed.

Without so much as coming up for air, Erwin pins Levi down against the bed by one wrist, tonguing at his lips and mouth until it’s open and ready for his determined exploration.

Levi allows for such an advance, too drunk off the feeling of Erwin’s weight bearing down on him, keeping him trapped. Such strength the man must possess to bind him by his single remaining arm yet maintain his balance simultaneously. 

It’s invigorating. It’s another virtue Levi feels has gone wasted in this life, in the terrible existence. In some other reality, Levi hopes he could’ve respected Erwin’s physique more, swooned over his stature and the power he truly wields to be able to perform such a task. 

Because he almost feels silly getting excited about being pinned down by him, like there’s too much bullshit in this world to be as in love with this as he is.

Erwin moves off of Levi’s lips, their saliva quite literally still connecting as he pulls at his ear with teeth and travels down to his throat with soft, guttural groans of his own.

He keeps Levi there— forces him there, really—just by wrapping that expansive palm and those lengthy digits around Levi’s much smaller one. The grip alone will almost certainly leave a bruise.

Being powerless is not something any Scout would ever wish for—the worst thing a Scout can do is be powerless, to be trapped in the grip of the titan, stuck waiting for the moment their bodies are ruthlessly disfigured by their insatiable appetites. 

Yet, below Erwin, the powerlessness is addicting. He wants more.

All he can do is choke his moans lest they be heard by the other occupants of the house, and feel himself grow stiff in his surely dampened underwear.

Erwin continues his torture, sucking his bruises and marks into Levi’s never-touched-before skin like he owns it. If it were up to Levi, he does .

His teeth, they pull and abuse the reddening skin in front of them. And his lips, they kiss the stinging pain away as a chaser.

“E-Erwin…” Levi whispers, his breath trembling on the way out. 

Erwin’s manner of displaying love, if that’s what this is, is demanding and brash, so unlike his usual way of behaving. Levi believes that he quite likes this side of Erwin. 

It totally distracts him from the understanding that these marks will remain on his skin into the next day. Perhaps even further than that. And sure, Levi is not a man who explains himself to anyone, no one other than Erwin. 

Levi supposed he will deal with that when the time comes.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, Captain…” Erwin whispers against his tattered skin, leaning onto his armless side to run his hand down Levi’s lithe body—his bound chest and his toned sides until he reaches the hem of his night pants.

“I’ve always swallowed down my adoration for you…”

Erwin’s words leaving his lips in that deep, honey-smooth voice practically hypnotize him. Sure, he could tell that his feelings were reciprocated by this point, but that didn’t mean he expected Erwin to be verbal about it. Or perhaps that Erwin’s feelings were this intense that he’s already turned his neck into a museum of love marks. 

“Is that so…?” Is the only response Levi can manage. What else could he even say to the commander—he’s sort of drained himself of any further verbal vulnerability. 

If Erwin wishes for a return of his expression, he’ll have to wait for Levi to show it.

“As curt as ever, Levi,” Erwin chuckles, pushing his hand past the elastic band and slipping into his underwear so easily.

Levi’s heart pounds against his ribs as all the pressure hurries down into his swelling clit.

“I guess I can assume you feel the same way…” the commander whispers, slipping his middle and ring fingers between the soaked folds of Levi’s jade gates.

“Hh…!” Levi gasps and swallows down a sharp moan. His mouth remains tightly sealed, but his shuddered breaths speak for themselves. 

He doesn’t think any amount of Titan-slaying would prepare him for what it’d feel like to have Erwin’s hand between his legs.

“Life is too short for us to hold back… wouldn’t you agree, Captain?”

With that very astute synopsis, Commander Erwin runs his fingers into a slow, pressured circle against Levi’s clit, the wetness of the interaction loud and intoxicating.

“I want every part of you.”

Levi trembles as bolts of pleasure shoot through his body, out from his core. He rolls his eyes and swallows, withholding the whines wishing to escape him. 

He damn well agrees with every word leaving Erwin’s lips.

It motivates him to push Erwin’s hand away for a quick moment, removing his pants and underwear altogether because the fabric was little more than a hindrance blocking Erwin’s access. And they have no time for foolishness. 

As soon as Levi’s free, he opens his bent legs and bores a serious stare into Erwin’s eyes. But that vulnerability doesn’t negate the blush on his cheeks.

“Atta boy…”

And Erwin’s fingers push in with nearly zero effort, squelching into Levi’s unused hole and curving into that little nook that immediately sings.

“A-ahh…!” Levi’s jaw goes slack and his back arches as tears immediately sprout across his vision. 

Erwin’s fingers are unnecessarily thick. It’s almost annoying how full Levi already feels, how easy Erwin is reaching a spot he’s never felt stimulated before. For such a stoic, intimidating man, Levi feels embarrassed to be trembling already, but it shouldn’t be much of a surprise considering what little treatment he’s received.

“You’re so tight…” Erwin huffs, repeatedly hitting that spot inside of Levi with his pulsating fingers. His own groaned breaths are hitting the side of Levi’s neck, almost like the bastard is getting pleasure just from feeling his captain.

Levi typically doesn’t feel flattered by most things—no matter how many congratulatory acknowledgements he receives, he doesn’t often feel flattered. Mostly because he’s aware his Titan-killing aptitude is mostly attributed to biological factors outside of his control. 

However, there was a single exception: when Erwin would acknowledge his prowess. He’d act as if it were nothing to receive his praise when in truth, it was the exact opposite. 

He’d take that praise to his sleepless nights, think of his voice and face when he said it, let it bring him to momentary satisfaction. It’s the only type he’s felt before now.

But hearing the commander groan about his tightness, it drives him nuts. While it simultaneously feels like a tease. 

Levi’s face grows red, trapping his whined breaths at the back of his covers his lips and the other grips the blanket beneath them. His hips and thighs are already shivering, he’s already feeling that familiar surge building in his core.

“Does this feel okay for you…?” Erwin sighs out, kissing Levi’s neck ever so gently as he fingerfucks him over and over with a steadiness that’s damn near overwhelming.

Levi wants to moan as the fire spreads inside his stomach, eyes blurred with tears. His cunt drools all over Erwin’s thick fingers, loud and messy. 

Alas, this is better kept between them.

All he can do is nod, let out a choked, “Y-yes…” as his pulse quickens and he’s rapidly shoved towards his first dose of ecstasy with another person. 

“Levi… I want to hear you… Life is too short,” Erwin repeats, moving even faster. “Please… sing for me.”

Levi’s brows tighten, disobeying Erwin’s command. As if he’d let his cadets hear him scream Erwin’s name, moaning and whining. 

Or maybe that’s the type of hilarity the cadets will need to keep their spirits high, buzzed off of the humor of hearing their captain screaming the commander’s name. 

Well, what Levi wants is beginning to lose footing. Each time Erwin’s fingers jab into that button deep inside him, it pushes a whimper from his lungs that only just gets caught by his lips, but slips from his nose. He’s louder too, whiny even. Maybe it’s because his inhibition is leaving him as he grows to be seconds away from cumming.

“I forgot how much of a head strong brat you are,” Erwin chuckles, going in for the final sprint.

“That’s okay. I’ll get what I want soon enough.”

Levi’s sex-dazed brain couldn’t care less for what Erwin’s saying. 

“Hhhn…!”

Already, he’s trembling and his cunt squeezes around the commander’s fingers as pleasure ripples through his body in several waves. He cums violently with eyes crossed and his back shifted into a curve, unintentionally giving Erwin what he’d requested for earlier, whiny and desperate.

“How beautiful…”

Erwin keeps his fingers right where they are, pulling at Levi’s ear lobe with his teeth and kissing the pressure away as Levi rides it out.

Levi didn’t expect Erwin to be such a seductive character in the sheets, but that’s not a form of complaint. This stoic and demanding nature matched with tenderness is something Levi would’ve never known he’d need. It’s addicting.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he makes an attempt to recover, setting his feet back on the mattress.

He wants more.

And yet, Erwin pulls out.

Levi grumbles. In mere seconds he’s straddling Erwin, a small hand placed in the center of his abdomen with his lip stuck between his teeth.

Erwin looks up with eyes that know all too well, cobalt that’s hooded with lust as he drags his hand against Levi’s bare thigh. Fucker thinks he knows every damn thing.

“Take your dick out…” Levi orders his commander, doing his best not to reckon with the swelling of his clit hidden beneath the cover of the sleep shirt he’s wearing. He wants Erwin’s touch all over his body. He’s already missing the feeling of Erwin inside him, pressing into him all deep.

Erwin chuckles at the brash command. “Yes, sir,” he hums.

Being on his back, Erwin has a lot more access and can be a lot more lax. Everyone wins in this situation.

The commander does as he’s told, pulling the elastic band of his own bottoms down.

Well shit…

If Titans had reproductive organs, Erwin would easily be mistaken for a four meter.

Levi stares down at Erwin’s cock, visually appreciating its girth, the way the long shaft throbs and pulses from the base to its drooling tip. 

He’s almost certain this will destroy him, make him cry. 

Levi would never outwardly admit that he’s only ever had his own fingers and the thought of Erwin to get him by. Not in a million years would he admit that, though. But, holy fuck, he doesn’t know if it’s even going to fit. 

Perhaps Erwin could deduce that from the wide-eyed, rosy-cheeked expression Levi has, just staring at his dick. 

“In my many years of knowing you, even in the face of death, I’ve never seen you more surprised than right at this moment,” Erwin laughs out, wrapping his hand around his own length with a soft breath.

And he strokes it, looking Levi in the eye as he blatantly pleasures himself.

“I’ve never imagined an expression on your face like this… Mmh… It’s gorgeous…”

The praise nearly sets Levi aflame. His frown gets tighter, but at most, he likely just looks like a pouting kitten to Erwin, what with his cheeks being red and warm. 

Gorgeous. 

Levi wishes he could fully accept such a compliment, but those things feel so benign in this world.

Did he have the privilege of doing so?

No, fuck that, he’s accepting it. As he watches Erwin touch himself just watching Levi, taking him in, stroking his dick to him, he can’t help it. 

Levi rears off of his rump and shuffles forward, raising the commander’s shirt so as not to ruin it with the cum leaking from his cunt. While remaining in this lifted position, he keeps everything he wishes to give to Erwin only an inch or so away, desperately wanting the commander to rub his dick against his pussy. 

So he can feel their sexes glide against one another and he can feel it pop inside his pussy, make him scream. 

“Allow me, Commander…”

Erwin groans a little, nodding towards his little captain.

“Permission granted.”

Levi pushes himself backwards. Erwin’s cock slips below him, sliding against his enlarged, needy clit with a squishy noise. His own cum smears against it nastily every time he shifts his hips, and his mouth is almost just as noisy.

His teeth are clenched, but even now Levi cannot withhold all of the whines wishing to scramble free, tell Erwin how good this feels.

Erwin’s eyes roll a bit, then steady right back onto Levi as he lets low moans of pure bliss escape his lips so effortlessly.

“Feels good…”

He lets Levi know so easily, like it’s nothing.

“Go slower… but harder…”

Levi doesn’t want to listen, but he does. His eyes shift back up to meet Erwin, just to see that pleased, low-lidded expression on that face he loves so much. He rocks his hips against Erwin at the exact pace and strength he requested, running his pussy along his dick as far as he could go. 

He wants to whisper out his name, moan it in confidence, but these walls aren’t special to them alone. 

He only whimpers within his throat, weakening with thighs shaking and trembling from the sensation. 

“Levi…” Erwin gasps out, throwing his head back as if the captain is moving like a pro. His thick brows crinkle together, his blonde lashes flitting closed. “Right there… ‘Ve been wanting to feel you like this for years…”

Damn bastard. Why didn’t he tell him earlier? Why the night before what feels like their most deadly mission to date? 

Levi means to scoff, but instead he just coughs up a moan. And the shuddered motion causes Erwin’s dick to slip upwards and push against his weeping cunt, squelching in protest against the cheeky tease.

“F-fuck…” Levi gasps, “You should’ve said something, then…” He grumbles in a near hiss, swallowing as Erwin’s tip pulses against his entrance. 

The pressure… he can already feel its unforgiving nature. 

“Ah… Why didn’t you ..?” Erwin immediately chuffs back. Bastard.

Levi doesn’t answer. He simply isn’t willing to give a truthful answer. Instead he pushes himself backwards on Erwin’s dick and drops his head when it squishes inside his tight cunt.

“A-ahhh…!” Levi chokes on a moan, unable to comprehend the intense pressure stretching his entrance. Feels like he’s going to be ripped in half. It’s almost painful, yet Erwin’s cock is pressing on every available nerve capable of providing pleasure. 

“Sh-Shit, Levi…!” Erwin calls out in a near desperation, his hand gripping the side of the capable captain’s toned thigh.

It’s almost as if Erwin’s never felt anything like this either.

Levi raises his eyes just slightly to view Erwin through the curtain of dark, raven hair. Such vulgarity from a man as proper as Erwin.

Shaken moans leave Levi’s chest as he slides further down. The prickles of pain almost make Levi whimper, but he decides to swallow it down, panting out as Erwin’s cock impales him. Fuck, he wishes he could scream, let the commander know how fucking big he is and how good this feels.

Erwin swallows down a guttural grunt, his fingers pushing up against and bruising Levi’s leg as the tips of them dig into the skin. The pressure must be absolutely too much.

“L-Levi…” the commander can’t help but stutter out, his face of pure bliss a bit more than intoxicating.

It’s beginning to become a drug, hearing Erwin groan his name out like that. Levi thinks he wants to hear the commander more, just like Erwin wants to hear his captain. 

Levi continues to sit on Erwin’s dick, but every inch he lets in forces him to be louder. It forces him to lose his composure as Erwin’s cock bombards his tight little pussy. Little whimpers leave his throat whether Levi likes it or not.

But Levi’s not even all the way seated when pleasure slices through his body and his vision goes white.

Erwin’s dick is thrusting right into that button. Levi’s back is thrown into an arch and his head tilts backwards while his thighs and hips shake pathetically. 

He gasps into the air over and over while his cunt suffocates Erwin’s dick like a vice, muscles rippling up and down the thick shaft over and over again. He’s cumming hard and they’ve just begun. 

Levi could cry. He thinks he’s already started. He hasn’t even come to notice the bump in his abdomen that Erwin’s dick is forcibly creating.

“A-Ah…~” Erwin stutters out, his head shooting up to view the smaller man straddling his groin.

“D-Did you… just cum?”

Levi moans in a way he couldn’t have prevented and drops his head to a neutral position. He’s flustered for sure, pouting with a blush enveloping his entire face.

How embarrassing. He already came.

But fuck, it felt good…

Levi doesn’t answer, brows twitching and whimpering breaths as he still fails to adjust to Erwin’s overwhelming size.

“It’s alright to tell me that you did, you know,” Erwin chuckles, running his hand down Levi’s thigh yet again. “It’s okay for the legendary titan slayer to have a weakness.”

Levi doesn’t mean to whine when he watches the large palm caress his bare thigh. And who does Erwin think he is, telling him what is and is not okay. 

Just to get at the bastard, he rolls his hips in protest, but all he does is rearrange his own guts and force a hissed, “F-fuck—!” out of slack lips.

“Mmh… Karma’s a bitch, isn’t she?” Erwin dares to tease, pushing his hand up and snaking it to grope at Levi’s backside.

Then he pulls him even closer.

Levi chokes down a whimper and he shivers on top of Erwin. He nearly growls at him. All that did was motivate Levi to go further, to push and pull himself, fuck himself on Erwin for real this time. 

He rolls his eyes and drops his head, tiny moaned breaths making their way free and he lets the wet squelches speak for him. 

Erwin’s so big, it’s ridiculous. 

Every grind makes Levi feel how deep he really is, how his cunt is being stretched and molded to fit Erwin’s vision. It feels like he could cum again. He’s getting dizzy already, getting teary eyed, damnit.

Erwin’s breaths begin to quicken, lessen into pants of pure pleasure. And his hand? Fuck, his hand is holding onto Levi like he never wants to let go.

He can’t let go, now. He just can’t.

“Levi,” he moans again. Can’t keep the captain’s name out of his mouth.

The croon urges Levi to move more, to move faster. He’s never done this before—he’s really just assuming how all of this works. But he’s rolling his hips slow and deep and at the peak of his grind, Levi moans out with a broken exhale. And just as Erwin can’t let go, Levi can’t look away. He’s stuck.

Erwin’s deep pools glitter over Levi in half hooded lust, swallowing down his outbursts of pleasure before something damned rolls off his tongue.

“Y-You… You’re my first and only…”

Levi swallows. His heart wobbles and descends into his stomach.

This scares him deeply. It’s too much, too vulnerable. 

In a reality such as this, this level of attachment frightens him to the very fibers of his core, pricks them one by one.

But nothing other than the intoxication of lust and what might be love—though Levi fears admittance to such a thing—fuels him to mutter a quiet, “L-Like…wise…”

Erwin just smiles at him, sliding his hand up Levi’s side then to the small of his back. Must be his favorite spot to hold.

“I want every part of you…” Erwin repeats, rubbing the length of his spine over and over.

“And I want every part of me inside you…”

Levi doesn’t cry in front of others. Most of his emotions feel blunted by the years of stacked trauma he’s got under his belt. 

But something about this, having his eyes mercilessly locked in a tango with Erwin’s, so stagnant that he could compare the different shades of blue, consider if they’re more icy than they are vibrant, all while feeling him take up space inside him. It’s getting to him.

It’s getting to him because he knows life is fickle. It’s short and unfair. Living means getting lucky.

Loving someone means trusting luck. And Levi doesn’t like luck.

Instead of dwelling on it, letting Erwin see him weep like a baby cursed to have been born in this world, he drops his head again and rocks his hips. 

He’d rather communicate the mutual nature of these feelings through actions. He’s known for his physical prowess, so why not show it? What better time than now?

As Erwin’s cock juts around deep inside him, causing that bump in his stomach to come and go and press against his shirt, Levi lets himself moan. It might still be slight, quiet and nearly whispered, but it’s something. 

The tears building in his eyes, brought by pleasure and anguish, further enshroud his vision. 

“E-Erwin…”

“I’m close…” Erwin whispers, those hurried breaths rushing in and out of his lungs. “I-Is that okay…?”

Levi wishes to consume those breaths, steal them from Erwin’s lungs and use them as his will to live. Use them as his life force. He hasn’t really experienced music, but Levi might come to consider those breaths his favorite genre. And if ever a day would come where the music dies, Levi believes he would never again know a sound so precious.

Levi nods his head quickly, “Y-yeah…” He whispers. 

He squeezes his eyes shut as surges of pleasure steadily collect inside of him, though the attempt is futile. The tears slip free, landing on the exposed skin of Erwin’s stomach. 

“I-I’m…” He chokes on a breath. 

This feels as good as it hurts, in every way.

Erwin’s groans grow close in succession, higher in pitch, and sweat begins to bead at his forehead.

“T-Together…”

That’s the last word Erwin mutters before the tsunami of unadulterated pleasure crashes onto their shores, submerging and drowning them in the flood.

Levi can feel Erwin seize up under him, his thighs tensing as his breathing stops altogether. Those cobalt caverns roll and those plush, pink lips remain agape.

All until a guttural utterance rips into the air and hot ribbons flow deep inside of Levi.

“E-Erwin…!” 

Levi yelps out at Erwin as the tension inside him bursts open. He quakes aggressively and he has no choice but to smack a hand across his lips as he squirts on Erwin’s stomach and chest. 

His tears slip down his hand as he traps moans that would otherwise awaken every soul sleeping in this house. His vision is nothing but blurry white and for the life of him, he can’t stop cumming.

Erwin gasps a bit, watching Levi’s juices spray all over his bare abdomen with complete awe. It’s fair to say the Commander has never experienced someone squirting on his cock before.

He’s groaning too, and fuck, he’s still cumming deep inside of Levi.

If Levi hadn't gotten his ovaries removed, these two would have a plethora of dilemmas to concern themselves with.

To be so heartfelt, this is obscenely lewd. 

Levi is just about as full as he could logically be. He’s getting dizzy, not totally aware of when he’d stop squirting as he remains stuck with his head in the clouds. 

He trembles, whimpering at Erwin without looking, just staring down with a dazed glare. 

“My god… You’re so beautiful.”

The bastard is calling him beautiful while this is going on?!

Levi raises his head and drops his hand to try and glare at Erwin, but at most he looks to be a pouting and angry yet spoiled kitten, cheeks covered in tears and blush and brows twitching. 

He huffs. 

Moving feels impossible, like his hips don’t work at all and he’ll just fall right back onto Erwin’s dick and impale himself, right to his damn cervix. 

So instead, he just watches Erwin, panting with whimpered breaths and tired lungs. He could pass out right here and now.

Erwin lifts Levi off of himself, enough for him to fall into his own cum atop Erwin unfortunately. A clean freak like Levi is rolling in his grave right now. But he’s immediately distracted from it all by three simple words and an arm wrapping around his waist.

“I love you…”

Levi believes he’s been blessed. 

To have been loved by Erwin, to have maintained such a close friend for this long, dodging grief while others succumbed to that very hopeless fate. 

To even be able to love—it could be that Erwin was and is the only person, the only man he’d ever allow such a virtue to bloom for. 

Yet, he feels cursed all the same.

Love is violent. It’s tumultuous and it’s lovely. But love is as fickle as life is in this reality. It can so easily turn to rage and grief and heartache. It can fester into a colorless despair, never to again regain the vibrancy so long as a vacancy rests within one’s heart. 

It’s terrifying. It hurts. 

Levi’s heart is in his gut, yet his gut is tied in knots.

He has a choice to make—to voice the intensity dwelling within his troubled self, outwardly reciprocate those feelings and make a horrifying vow. Or to keep it unspoken, lest he lose Erwin and what they have and he’ll never regret his vulnerability.

He loves Erwin either way.

But he’s made his choice.

Perhaps it’s the high of a recent orgasm that sways Levi into lowered inhibitions. His heart and soul have chosen.

“I love you.”