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Levi hasn’t felt this exhausted since the height of his military career.
After his outburst, he resided himself to an Inn down the block. It was a slanted, yet surprisingly tall building with a few darkened windows. Levi made his way inside, tugging his darkened coat closer to him, despite the warm air around.
The employees gushed for a few moments over the presence of Humanity’s Strongest before giving him the key to the biggest room they had. Levi attempted to deny this, but they insisted. Very polite and hospitable people, but obnoxious all the same.
Levi couldn’t find it within him to entertain these fans, anyhow. He cared not for his idle celebrity status in Paradis, as it was a frivolous and an almost embarrassing affair. On the other hand, he didn’t take joy in ruining these people’s preconceived images of him by being a complete asshole, but he supposed that’s what they deserved for idolizing a complete stranger.
After signing an autograph with a rehearsed movement of his hands, he grabbed his key and luggage and headed up to his room for the night.
As he unpacked his clothing and began to tidy the space around him, Levi couldn’t help but feel almost out of touch. He couldn’t believe he was back in Shiganshina after all these years . . .
There was a dull ache in his chest that presided every time he looked at the familiar, humdrum architecture around the city. There was construction that presided down the main parts of the street where most of the chaos took place all those years ago, which Levi was unfortunate enough to have stumbled upon.
He found himself drifting to the window, where the rolling and jagged streets of Shiganshina presided. The buildings and houses were arranged in neat rows upon an uneven terrain that twinkled lights and darkness like the ocean.
It felt incredibly alienating to be back in this city. He didn’t feel like himself being back here in a now very populated and revitalized city. But then again, when was the last time he felt like himself? Was it back in the Underground, where he was a commonplace thug who stole and beat the teeth out of people? Was it as a military Captain, where he held the glory of killing many useless giants underneath his belt? Was it as a retired older man, sitting behind the counter of his tea shop, where he could watch the passengers of his daily life walk by and gaze amazement through the window?
Levi wasn’t sure.
Levi retired himself to bed, where these thoughts couldn’t penetrate his mind for a few, pathetic hours.
-
He awoke to a rapid knocking at the door, sending his heart beating fast and his body straight upwards.
His body ran a scenario before his brain could fully wake up—he moved out of bed and scrambled for his clothes to put on. Levi’s heart was racing so fast he could barely hear his own thoughts—What time is it? The older man thought, his breathing escaping from his lungs.
“Levi?”
The raven stopped in the middle of the room, his breathing slowing. He still felt panicked, as he recognized the soft pleading and reverb of the voice on the other side of the door.
Levi opened the door without hesitation—no thinking or rationalization involved.
He stopped in his tracks as he met familiar blue-green eyes and chocolate brown hair.
The first coherent thought that entered into Levi’s mind was how tired Eren looked. His eyes were still bright, though the bags beneath them have deepened. His once sun-kissed skin was now paler, echoing demons that Levi had been familiar with before.
Levi wasn’t sure what the brat might’ve had to deal with over the past few years. All he knew was that Eren was gone from home for a long time as well, fighting a war against the founding titan and citizens of Marley. When Eren and his friends came back, rumors went flying—Eren had rid of his titan powers, Marley is no more, there are other civilizations outside of the walls—Levi had heard it all.
Levi immediately retired once the war began, which was a move he wasn’t sure if he regret yet. Hanji accepted the news with a stoic, yet knowing smile, as if they had anticipated this move from him for a very long time. Levi was only sad that was the last time he’d seen them.
In an embarrassing pass of silence, Levi realized that Eren was still standing there, fiddling with his fingers and looking to the floor.
Levi didn’t look up. For the first time in a long time, he felt intimidated. Eren looked more mature and experienced than he was during their affair, being torn by war and loss. These changes manifested in Eren as faded scars over his arms that his regeneration powers could not heal. He had also fleshed out in broad and packed on muscle, with his jaw also widening and making Eren look older and more like a man. Levi idly touched the side of his jaw, wondering if helooked different as well. Had the years changed him? Made him older?
While the former Captain was intimidated, there was an ache in his stomach to know more and to heal. He wanted to rip Eren open and let him know that they were the same now. Was that what he came here to do?
“We didn’t get a chance to catch up earlier,” Eren spoke, the sentence turning in Levi’s mind as sarcastic. “I . . . I wasn’t sure where you went after the war.”
“You can come in,” Levi stepped to the side, answering a question he knew the brat had burning. “It’s just me.”
Why did I say that? Levi’s lips tightened. What had he meant to imply by that?
Eren came in and hesitated, his head turning to scan the room. He looked scared, his brows furrowed in worry. Levi shut the door behind him and paced around the other man, fully taking in his presence.
Eren was dressed in loose night clothes, which meant that he was most likely in bed when he decided to come here. That was an indication that didn’t surprise Levi, but bothered him skin deep.
“You can sit on the bed,” Levi again, answered a question that Eren didn’t bother annunciating. “I can stand.”
“Okay,” Eren nodded, taking to the bed in three steps before sitting. His body language compressed, his knees pressing together, his back hunching and his hands folding into his lap.
Levi studied him. He couldn’t help but feel that it was a uniquely Eren move to be so bold as to show up to Levi’s quarters late in the night only to be so shy upon arrival. But Levi supposed that’s how many of their late night rendezvous went: Eren would show up and scare himself out of doing anything further, until Levi got sick of it and threw the brunet against the wall, desk, bed or any other surface within his office.
“I asked around to see where you went,” Eren elaborated, his hands fidgeting. “You kinda disappeared after . . .”
Levi’s lips pressed together. A warm, knowing yet daunting feeling ran down his spine as he found himself in this formula again. He was itching to pounce on Eren, to allow his hands and mouth to do whatever his animalistic desires craved, as was routine for them.
“Then I felt kinda dumb when I realized there was only one Inn around the city, so I came here and asked where the biggest room was . . .”
“I didn’t ask for the biggest room,” Levi defended himself immediately. “You know I wouldn’t, they just—“
“I know,” Eren chuckled. “I figured. You’re still a god here.”
A silence passed between them and Levi hadn’t realized that he was smiling. He felt dumb but giddy with the realization that Eren was the only one who could manage to make that happen. Levi frowned.
A heavy feeling settled and it suddenly occurred to Levi that it was very wrong for Eren to be here. He was engaged now, and he had no business visiting his past flames in the middle of the night. He felt troubled as he thought of Mikasa sleeping peacefully in bed, expecting her fiancé to be waking up next to her.
Surely, Eren knew this, though. The brunet had a moral compass like no other, so what was the reason?
“Does Mikasa know you’re here?”
Levi knew that would sting. He wanted it to, though. He wanted to be as direct as possible, guiding Eren through harsh words that would make him reflect carefully. It’s what he’s always done with the soldier, and it’s always seemed to work.
“No,” Eren looked up, his eyes burning. “She doesn’t. It doesn’t matter because I’m here with you.”
Levi didn’t expect that bold response from the once meek teenager. But that was his first mistake: underestimating Eren and his growth. He was also surprised that no guilt lingered behind those words, which made Levi ache with more curiosity.
“Then why are you here, Eren?” Levi asked coldly, crossing his arms as to appear more intimidating. He was feeling slightly threatened by this sudden bold act put on by Eren, but he didn’t want him to know that.
“Because I wanted to talk to you,” Eren began, as if it were obvious. “You seemed upset at the party.”
“Upset?” Levi’s voice fell flat. “There is no reason why I could possibly be upset, Eren. I’m happy for you and Mikasa.” The sentence felt flat and empty. Eren knew this.
Eren’s vivid eyes didn’t budge. “I didn’t say anything about her.”
Her. Eren had not brought up her name, which made Levi almost wheeze. Levi was slightly panicking now, knowing this conversation was about to escalate.
Levi knew Eren wanted him to say something. Eren wanted him to step forward and say something bold, as he’s done many times in the past. After all, why shouldn’t he? He’s always been the older one, the more experienced one—
“Are you jealous of her?” Eren’s voice is foreign. It’s unusual for Eren to have the upper hand in their conversations, as he was always the one willing to listen and bow down.
Levi was angry. Through clenched fists, he replied, “If you’ve come here to brag, you should go out that door and go home to your fiancé.”
There it was. There was the bitterness and jealousy Levi wanted to express but couldn’t, and now it stained every word of his. Eren didn’t looked amused or satisfied by this, only looking as tired as ever.
Eren rose to his feet and crossed the space between them with a few, brief steps. He closed the distance between them with his hands rested on either side of Levi’s face, pressing dry lips to Levi’s own.
The kiss was rough, though desperate and gentle all the same. Levi gripped Eren’s wrists and squeezed, almost as if he wanted to throw the brunet off of him and fling a few insults his way. To his surprise, he didn’t.
Eren moaned at the action, allowing his mouth to slip open. Levi shuddered at the familiar, wet feeling of Eren’s mouth. Levi’s body temperature rose quickly, boiling him in heat as Eren place his hands lower until they reached Levi’s sides. Levi shuddered at this, the sides of his ribs being a very sensitive area.
Eren’s soft lips felt achingly familiar, and making out with him felt like a dream. He remembered how his warm breath felt, how sloppy his kisses were and how shaky the damn brat would get during their encounters. Levi tangled his fingers into the long, dark tendrils of hair, his heart singing at how soft it felt. He wanted to cry in relief at how nice it felt kissing Eren again like this.
Eren stumbled backwards, a searching hand behind him to find the surface of the bed. Levi held himself back from chuckling as he tripped slightly before sitting on the bed. Eren wiped the back of his mouth and looked up at the older man with a vivid hunger in his eyes.
Levi didn’t have the time to ask if they were about to do this, or if it was even morally okay to do this. His body screamed for relief and he was a man of intuition.
Levi approached Eren on the bed, tentative in his movements. Eren was the one to act first, hooking his fingers into the top of Levi’s loose sleeping pants. He yanked the older man towards him, his eyes scanning over Levi’s body with hunger.
“E-Eren,” Levi stammered, tangling his hands into Eren’s hair. He was surprised at how meek he sounded, but had no time to reflect.
Eren was on him. Eren’s hands reached back to grip Levi’s muscular ass as he dove his face into Levi’s nether regions. The brunet moaned into the sensation, his mouth ghosting over the straining member beneath. Eren’s warm, chiseled face pressed against Levi’s aching cock, making the older man stifle a moan.
“You still smell the same, Captain,” Eren groaned, his fingers dipping into the flesh with a strong grip. His tongue and mouth ran hot over Levi’s covered shaft, making the older man buckle.
“Shit, Eren,” The older man gave the hair a gentle tug. A fire burned in his stomach from how hungry the younger man looked.
“Stop teasing me and get to it.”
Ocean eyes looked up dangerously. “You’re as demanding as ever, Captain.” The formal address came almost as a purr, as if Eren knew the power behind the name. It worked, filling Levi with a hot coil of arousal within his core.
Eren dipped his hands into Levi’s pants from behind and lowered them so that they rested mid-thigh. Levi’s cock sprung forth, making Eren’s eyes widen slightly. Levi knew it wasn’t due to the size or appearance, as he’s rarely changed these past few years. He felt almost high with the notion that it could be the presence of Levi’s cock entirely.
Levi didn’t want to think about the idea of Eren banging his fiancé, but he felt his pride swell at the idea of giving Eren something that she couldn’t. Perhaps it was jealousy that fueled this, but at this moment, Levi wanted to lay claim to something that was unique to him and a Eren only.
The titan shifter crouched a bit to meet Levi’s cock with his mouth. Eren let his lips fall open as he breathed hot air onto the twitching shaft, his eyes looking up to Levi for approval. A tan hand came up and wrapped around Levi’s shaft, giving it a few generous and experienced strokes. Levi twitched forward, the top of his cock barely meeting the surface of Eren’s tongue.
The hot air provided by Eren’s mouth was enough to make Levi grip his hair tighter. Eren moaned slightly at this, and Levi knew what had to be done.
He gripped the sides of Eren’s head before slipping his cock between those puckered lips. Eren made a strangled noise of surprise, but this action wasn’t unwelcome. Levi drew back and began to thrust at a slow pace, making Eren writhe and moan beneath him. He fucked Eren’s mouth at a slower pace, Eren’s eyes flicking up with annoyance.
“Shit head,” Levi scoffed before gripping onto his hair and increasing the pace.
Eren moaned appreciatively at his throat being fucked, his eyes springing tears and his cheeks blushing a bright pinkish hue.
He never forgot the way Eren would get wound up sucking Levi’s cock. There were times when Levi wondered if Eren was the one getting more gratification from the action than Levi was. Eren wanted to do it everywhere—the shower, underneath his desk, in the forest and in the stables. Who was Levi to resist?
Levi also never forgot how wet and velvety Eren’s mouth felt around his cock. The younger produced a much higher body temperature than the average person, so slipping his cock inside of him felt like going into a warm bath.
Levi rolled his hips, hitting the back of Eren’s throat. He groaned deeply, the movement of Eren’s tongue beneath the underside of his cock and Eren’s deep moaning providing to be almost too much stimulation.
“Off,” Levi ordered briskly, yanking Eren off his cock. A string of drool connected Eren’s puckered lips to the tip of his dick, which was a sight Levi was desperate to commit to memory.
“Bed,” Levi barked, Eren scrambling to get to his feet. He looked dazed and fucked up, his shaggy hair being tangled in the back and drool running off the sides of his mouth.
Eren laid on the bed, shimmying out of his clothes as well. Levi took this cue to shed his remaining clothes, admiring Eren’s lithe and muscular body while doing so. He scanned the tanned body, looking for the changes that occurred over the years. Eren was bigger now, his body filling out into hardened and scarred muscle. His cock was longer, thicker too. Levi was half tempted to shove that thing into his mouth and not let go, but he decided to save that for another time.
“You wanna go on all fours?” Levi asked, and the question came more methodical than he intended. Sex with Eren was anything but impersonal.
Eren looked offended. “I want to watch you, Levi.”
“Watch me do what, Eren?” Levi played dumb.
“Fuck me.”
“Bathroom, then.”
Eren raised a brow.
-
The trip to the bathroom a few steps over was sobering.
Levi occupied his time by lighting the candles within the bathroom, following by a small rant about how technologically behind Shiganshina was. Other places were using electricity, now, but Levi truly didn’t mind. In a way, the candle lit bathroom reminded him of his time in the military, with dark hallways and lanterns everywhere.
By the time Levi was done with his rant, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was next.
Eren bent over the sink, his ass in the air and his back arched. His eyes flickered to his reflection, but he tried to not dwell on it. Instead, he focused onto Levi, who came up behind him like an animal stalking its prey.
Levi hummed appreciatively at the sight, coming up close behind Eren and running his large hands over tanned skin. Eren’s skin drank up the candlelight so well, causing valleys and mountains of shadow across his back. Eren shivered.
“Cold?” Levi asked.
Eren hummed. “It’s nothing you can’t fix, I’m sure.”
Levi’s eyes roamed Eren’s body with hunger. “Have I ever told you how attractive your body is, Eren?”
“I think you’ll have to remind me, Captain,” Eren replied dreamily, jutting his hips out more.
“I’ll show you,” Levi promised before dropping to knees. “Don’t forget to relax, brat.”
Levi saw the younger stiffen before him as he no doubt felt Levi’s hot breath on his taint. Levi grabbed onto his cheeks and spread them open, running a flat tongue alongside Eren’s opening. The brunet howled at this, shuddering and falling over the sink.
“Levi,” Eren used his name. “P-Please—“
Levi kept his firm hands at Eren’s hips, keeping him place as he ate out the brunet. He moved his jaw up and down as he licked at Eren’s soft and puckered entrance, missing the way he tasted. He could also appreciate how clean the brunet was, which made his heart skip a beat. It appeared as though Eren prepared for this outcome, and Levi held no complaints.
Levi snaked a finger to Eren’s crack, sliding the digit up and down before slipping in the tip. Eren stifled a groan, his walls tightening around the entrance.
“You’re tight, Eren,” Levi mumbled appreciatively. “You want me to spread you open? Fuck you and stretch your tight hole?”
“God, yes,” Eren groaned, arching his back and gripping the sink. “Want you to fuck me so bad.”
That was all he needed.
Levi stood, his knees cracking a bit. He walked over to the cabinets of the bathroom in a daze, searching the drawers for anything.
Eventually, he found a small jar of a thick, white substance that could be identified as lotion. Levi figured that would have to do, though lube or oil might’ve worked better in this case.
“Ready?” Levi called, standing behind Eren once more. He unscrewed the jar and scooped out a dollop of lotion, ready to hear Eren’s answer.
“Mm—Yes, Levi,” Eren replied. Levi felt himself exhale with relief at this answer, afraid for a solitary moment that Eren might refuse.
Levi inserted two fingers coated in lotion. He started off slow, of course, doubting that Eren has touched himself or been touched like this for a very long time. Eren moaned, curling his back and breathing heavily.
Levi found himself mesmerized by the sight, as it’s been quite a long time since he’s slept with Eren. He’s had plenty of people throw themselves at Levi over the years, but those efforts were fruitless. Levi had one person on his mind and one person only.
A stray hand reached to his own cock, stroking it lazily as he kept his eyes trained on the way Eren took Levi’s fingers with ease. The dance of the candle light around them made Eren’s skin look as though it were dipped in honey.
“You’re such a good boy, Eren,” Levi teased, inching his cock towards Eren’s hole. “You need to listen to every word I say from here on out. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.” Eren’s hoarse voice broke.
“Good. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Captain,” Eren bit onto his bottom lip, his eyes looking into the mirror to meet Levi’s.
Levi slowly withdrew his fingers before coating his own cock in the warm lotion that was just inside of Eren. He groaned at this, his cock stiffening to life in the cold bathroom.
He pressed a hand on Eren’s back to lower him, a bit displeased at their increasing height difference. Eren followed this instruction and spread his legs, exposing his hole to an eager Levi.
Levi aligned his cock with Eren’s entrance and began to force himself inside, hissing a breath. Eren moaned a choked noise from his throat, his hands gripping the sink so hard his knuckles turned white. He could feel the younger man beneath him sucking him in.
“Tch, how greedy,” Levi muttered.
Eren sucked in a breath. “C-Captain—“
“I don’t care if it hurts,” Levi growled menacingly, digging his nails into the soft flesh of Eren’s hips. “You belong to me, Eren.”
“I belong to you,” Eren repeated, his voice dying beneath a high pitched moan as the older man increased his pace.
He delivered harsh and unrelenting thrusts into Eren, the tightness of his walls strangling him. He relished in how tight Eren felt. To show his appreciation, he gave Eren a swift slap on the behind, a web of pink appearing on brown skin.
“I don’t give a shit who you’re marrying,” Levi said in a lower voice. “You’re never going to forget my cock.”
Eren looked over his shoulder and gave Levi a low stare. Afraid that Eren would reprimand him or worse, walk away, Levi slowed down to make direct eye contact.
“I’ll never fuck anyone the way I fuck you,” Eren spoke, igniting a fire in Levi’s spirit.
“Idiot,” Levi scoffed, grabbing onto Eren’s hair. He forced the brunet to turn and look at their reflections in the mirror as Levi increased his pace once more.
“Watch how I fuck you,” Levi commanded, reaching forward to grip Eren’s jaw with one hand. “You do this to me, Eren. Do you see?”
Eren didn’t—couldn’t respond. He was lost in ecstasy, his face twisted up and his throat dry. Levi would be a fool to not admit he enjoyed this—seeing Eren like this. The brat was always quick to lose his temper, but to lose himself in these emotions was an entirely different delicacy.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—“
“Do it, Eren,” Levi encouraged. “Come around my cock. I wanna feel it.”
The feeling overtook Eren. He came with a loud cry and a shuttering feeling, a shot of white fluid landing all over the sink. Levi grimaced as Eren tightened around him, enough to make him feel suffocated.
Levi locked eyes with Eren in the mirror, his gut twisting at the lust ridden over Eren’s features. Seeing him like this was almost painful, as it reminded Levi of the innocence he played around with years ago.
Levi came shortly after, ecstasy washing over his blood and making his muscles spasm. He stiffened and gripped onto Eren’s hips tighter, his cum spilling out and pouring all over Eren’s walls. Levi was delirious and felt as though he lost his senses for a moment, but he could hear Eren chanting encouraging words.
They were still for a long time, the weight of their actions falling heavy on the room. There used to be this sensation of dreamy happiness that followed after sex, but Levi found it hard to find that feeling now. Things were different. He had this suffocating, guilty feeling running inside of him.
Levi pulled out of Eren, his legs shaking from being strained for so long. A load of his cum followed after, dripping out and onto the side of Eren’s leg.
“Up,” Levi commanded, reaching for the towel that sat idly next to the sink. He wiped away at the disgusting amount of sweat that accumulated across his forehead and shoulders. “Get to the shower, Eren. You’re filthy.”
Eren heaved himself upwards by using the porcelain sink as leverage. Levi raked his eyes over Eren, enjoying the way a blush coated his face, ears and chest.
“You’ll shower with me, right?” Eren teased through a hoarse voice.
Levi raised a brow, somewhat surprised the brat cared not for the implications of their actions.
“You have a fiancé to get back home to,” Levi said, turning away. He knew that sentiment would hurt, would burn Eren deeply. But he wanted it to.
Eren’s eyes narrowed. “What’s the matter with you?”
“Me?” Levi turned, his eyes wide. “You just fucked someone you never swore to marry, Eren!”
“And this someone didn’t exactly resist,” Eren pointed out, his arms crossed. Levi sucked in an angry breath, having half a mind to deliver a swift kick to Eren’s legs.
Levi’s lips tightened. “It’s still wrong, Eren.”
“How is it wrong when you’re the one I’m in love with?”
Levi’s mind began racing. His over-analytical brain wanted to jump to many shallow assumptions about Eren and his marriage, but he couldn’t speak.
“But you—“
“No one makes me do things I don’t want to do,” Eren stated simply. “You have two choices, Levi. You can get into that shower with me and spend the night before you go back to the capital—“
Levi swallowed.
“Or you can kick me out,” Eren reasoned. “And I’ll promise you I can pretend this never happened. But I won’t forget, you won’t forget, and I know you truly don’t want that to happen. So what will you choose?”
“Get in the shower, brat.”