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Lyin’ through your teeth gets you in trouble, boy. You best learn to tell the truth when you talkin’ to me.

Being raised by Kenny taught him a few things that weren’t easily forgotten. Engraved deep into his psyche with the phantom pains of a worn leather belt lashing across his back and hind legs, he carried these life lessons into his adult years, still traumatized to go against the deceased guardian. 

Don’t get caught doing illegal activities, never let a man touch you below the belt, regret nothing, and most importantly—never, ever lie. 

All of those he slipped up on every now and again, usually on rare occasions when he was overly reckless. But one rule Kenny was unwaveringly strict on: no lying. He hated it. The man seemed to have a keen ear for twisted truths, killing anyone within seconds who lied to his face. Beating the boy close to death when he attempted. 

Levi tried hard never to lie. His damned hardest. 

“Levi,” Erwin’s voice pulled him from the dark tendrils of his mind, “are you alright?”

A simple question. By default, humans are required to respond to this in a somewhat upbeat manner, because no one wants to hear the truth. Erwin doesn’t want to listen to Levi scream profanities until his throat is inflamed, raw from yelling his grievances over the chewed up bodies being dragged on the cart behind him, hollering out if it was even worth it anymore. This sick and twisted fantasy Erwin longed for was costing them everything. Lives have been lost, comrades, friends, people he’s met for only a day. 

“Fine.” Levi lied. 

The proper answer for such a simple question. The right answer, as Erwin nodded and proceeded to give commands, as a commander should, with no qualms or heavy heart about the abomination of a mission they were fleeing from. 

“As you know, Squad Leader Hange is in Sina this week to gather more tools that may be effective in creating new weapons against the Colossal. That being said, I'm turning over morgue duty to you. I want the reported names of all the dead and missing soldiers along with their family contact information on my desk by tomorrow morning. Think you can handle that?” 

A rhetorical question, Erwin was not asking. 

Levi glanced behind him, the horse beneath him rocking his body forwards and backwards, churning the acid in his empty stomach. 

How many were there? Twelve? Fifteen? Some Scouts had loaded the bodies and unattached limbs into the cart, gooey red intestines seeping out and tangling, reminding him of the warm, salty pretzels he saw being sold at food stands on days he traveled into town. 

How could he or anyone think of eating after seeing that? 

Levi played his role well, leaned against a tree with the collected resignation of an experienced captain, all while he barked orders at the cadets who scrambled to pick up the fallen. Even if his knees buckled when he saw the boy missing his lower half. Or how the burning sensation of vomit was swallowed down as a couple soldiers walked by with a headless corpse, the only indication it was a female were the small knobs protruding from the chest. — he still remained stoic.

The boy. The girl. The brat. The kid. What were their names? Someone was brought before him, something about wanting to hear a few last words from the captain. Titans were brutal, ruthless when they ate. Levi blamed the blood covered face for the reason why the soldier was unrecognizable to him. You didn’t die in vain…kiddo. Was it even polite to call another grown man a kid? 

It brought peace to him to know the soldier had taken his last breath before Levi even spoke. How embarrassing would it be for the men and women under his charge to realize he didn’t know their names. They’d be dead not too long after, it’s already enough of a hassle getting to know people. Especially when it’s much easier to just pick up the bloody dog tag on what’s left of their body and learn their names, birthdates, and family info in one quick read. 

He’d learn more from a corpse than he did when they were alive. 

“I can handle it just fine,” he turned from the mess behind him to his commander, “you just worry about replacing the bodies that died today.”

“I’ll have to talk with Zachly about speeding up training for the Cadet Corps. They drop faster than can be replaced.” 

Like flies. The saying is: they drop like flies. Expendable, unimportant, short life span. This is how Erwin Smith regarded his soldiers. Kill and replace. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” That same fucking question. 

They were nearing the walls now, close enough that Garrison soldiers began lifting the first gate, loud clanking metal drowning out the heavy rush of a small unit of surviving humans returning home. Levi used the noise as an excuse to not respond. Repeating himself was a tick that set him off. He didn’t enjoy repetitive lying. 

Levi was being torn up inside. He knew, that Erwin knew, what he did. The commander approved, of course he would. Humanity’s Strongest wasn’t just a title for his strength. The stench of the rotting bodies behind him reminded Levi that sacrificing others for the greater good is what makes him strong. 

Five soldiers. On his watch, in his path, a straight shot of his perfect vision; were eaten alive today. Levi prioritized chasing down the Female Titan and neglected his own duties as a protector. Watched them get eaten as he whizzed by, unsuccessfully tracking the biggest prize. 

At last, they reached the gate. Somber looks wore on the faces of the soldiers that greeted them upon return, their shriveled noses turning away at the sight of the passing cart. As always, they were engulfed by a crowd of people swarming around them. Most times curses were flown about, crying parents demanding to see their children, pregnant wives falling to the ground as they became widows, children asking for daddy, daddy. 

“…is daddy?” 

A kid, no more than seven years of age had stepped right into the street and blocked Levi’s horse from going any further. He could hear the neighing behind him as the remaining soldiers quickly came to a stop. 

He was never good with children, not like Erwin was; always so sinisterly smooth with confusing adolescents to lay down their lives. Take a knife to their chest and hand over their only beating heart. 

“Who’s your dad, kid?” Kid. 

“Johnson. Bernard Johnson.” A woman came and gathered the boy on her hip, left arm clutching her round belly. 

Unconsciously, he stared at the mound, praying the fetus would die before Erwin snatched him from his home and suited the young child in armor. 

“Please, tell us the truth. What happened to my husband?” 

The first name rang through Levi’s head like a warning bell, blaring loudly for any neuron to remember who exactly they were even asking for. When that didn’t work he scoured his brain for a Johnson. 

He could lie. Make up something heroic for the boy to live by. Your dad saved my life out there, boy. Yet, his mouth couldn’t form the words, lower back aching from the whispers of his childhood beatings. No, not another lie.  

“I…He—” 

“Alright, clear the area. Let them by. Let’s go, move it. Move it.” Not many people Levi could say thank you to, but this random stranger surely deserved one. 

The horses began to move once more and the crowd dispersed, daily life continuing so easily as if no one saw the piled up organs and disembodied titan chow dragging through town. 

Johnson. He made a mental note to find the tag once he got to the morgue. Levi would learn who this soldier was through the necklace around his neck. Not for the family that lost him, but for his own selfish reasons. 

Headquarters was a forty minute ride from the town. The wind, wafting the smell of blood and guts, left the soldiers complaining about the long journey. Burning them would spare their noses. It’d be a hell of a lot faster than digging graves too. Definitely cleaner than picking through bodies and searching for scraps of metal on people he formally knew as kid, boy, brat. 

He shifted on the saddle, legs cramping from being spread for so long. By the time they reach HQ supper should be prepared by the cooks. Not that he had any appetite for meat, he could probably swallow down some vegetables if he really tried. 

No, he needed something else. Food wouldn’t satisfy his belly, the aching in his abdomen growing louder, rumbling a different tune than the gurgling stomachs from the hungry soldiers around him.

He was thirsty. 

“Jaeger.” Levi called over his shoulder. A galloping horse came into view as Eren sped up to match his pace. 

“Yes, captain?” 

The boy was covered in blood, not a scratch on him. He was one of the Scouts who helped gather the dead ones, blood pouring everywhere, staining everything. 

“Listen carefully, because I’m only going to say this once. You, Kierstein, and Springer are tasked with bringing the bodies to the morgue. Lie them flat on the cots. Not slanted, not crooked; straight flat. The last time you idiots fucked it up and made more work for me.” He shot Eren a glare and the boy winced.

“Understood. Sorry about that…”

“Screw around again and you will be sorry. Also, I’ve got other things that need my attention, so I won’t be making it to the dining hall tonight. When dinner is served, bring my food to my office.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

It wasn’t an ordinary occurrence to ask for this next request, it happened very rarely. Very sparingly. Only when Levi wanted to lose himself to a primal need that was caged deep inside of his body. A desire he hardly let escape, had locked away for good reason.

“...And a bottle of wine.”

⇼

Freshly showered, Levi sat in his office dressed down in slacks and a t-shirt. He wants to be comfortable before going down into the morgue and taking names. It wasn’t regret he felt, or remorse. Just disgust. Disgusted with the titans, with Erwin’s unachievable goals. 

With himself.

His insides were crawling like an infestation with thousands of centipedes, hairy legs scattering around his organs as he rotted from the inside out. Levi’s foot tapped impatiently as he waited for a knock on the door. Only then would his nerves calm…slightly. Once that bottle of liquor touched the bottom of his empty stomach he’d find some relief from this hell. 

He hated fucked up missions. He hated seeing the soldiers in his charge die. And he hated having to lie. 

Quick knocks sounded on his door and Levi bounced from his chair to snatch it open. He paused, taking a deep breath before undoing the lock and turning the handle. 

“Took you long enough.”

Eren stood opposite him, long hair still damp from his wash up and in his regular olive green shirt and pants. He looked normal, a stark contrast from his bloodied uniform and concentrated face he was toting earlier. Relaxed. And a bit foolish as he sported a grin whilst balancing a plate of beans and rice in his left hand, right arm clutching the dark red poison.

“Sorry, Levi,” Eren made his way inside and began placing the items on the desk, “Jean and I—well it isn’t important. Here,” he gestured to the food as Levi dragged another chair to be right beside his, “Food supplies are low so we only have red beans and rice for dinner. I would have snagged you a roll but Sasha got to them first.”

Bread would have been really nice with his dinner. “It’s fine,” he said, the corner of his mouth turning downwards as the bitter feeling of lying coated his throat and made his tongue heavy. 

Eren eyed him calculatedly as Levi reached for the wine bottle and popped the cork with the blade on his mail opener. 

“You’re not going to eat first?”

Warm liquid sloshed down Levi’s esophagus as he expanded his throat wider to take in more, drinking it straight from the head as if it was a cool glass of ice cold water. The gulping sound of alcohol thumping over the knot in his throat filled the room as he swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed. He sat relaxed in his chair, slumped with his head tilted back, eyelids blissfully shut.

It wasn’t often that he could indulge in such luxury as the higher ups did. But there was a small stash of wine dedicated to the captains and squad leaders of the Survey Corps that was occasionally dug into when needed. Today was definitely a need.

“I see…must be a bad day. Want to tell me what happened?”

Levi’s wet lips popped off the bottle and was set between his legs, protective over the liquid comfort. There was no buzz yet, but he’d get there. He’d be damned if he didn’t.

“No.”

He could feel green eyes bore into him from declining to express himself. Levi couldn’t be bothered with talking, he didn’t want to. He wasn’t going to sit here and braid hair while crying over his hormones or the thoughts in his head. How pathetic.

Eren toyed with the older man’s dinner. “You need to eat something then if you’re going to drink all of that. Try some, it’s really good-”

“No, I don’t—”

“Stop telling me no.”

Ah, there it was. That fiery temper that Levi wanted to see. It had him squeezing his thighs tighter, glass bottle digging into flesh. He watched as Eren picked up a fork and scooped some rice, holding it in the air with his hand hovering underneath to not spill any.

“Eat. Now.” His voice was stern, eyes commanding the man to act.

Levi could fight back, snap at the boy, throw the plate across the room. Act bratty. But he was tired, dammit. And he just wanted to be good. For once today, he ached to prove it to himself that he could follow orders correctly. 

When he was a boy he used to report his actions to Kenny, a reward or discipline would follow swiftly after depending on how well Levi did. He was raised on the system, it ruled his every decision. Kenny was the king, the ruler, the authority in Levi’s life. Whatever Kenny said was good, was good, what he deemed bad, was bad. There was no gray in this world, only black and white. So when Levi stepped out of line, he got punished. Simple as that. Easy as that.

And when Kenny was out of the picture, Eren stepped in to fill that role. Was everything Levi needed him to be. A controller, an enforcer, someone who kept Levi in line and put him back in his place as necessary.

Levi slowly leaned forward in his seat, steel gray eyes never leaving green as he opened his mouth around the fork and closed it, gently pulling away and chewing. Eren picked up another forkful and repeated the action. 

Was Levi hungry? Not really. It was a struggle to get anything down except for the wine. But Eren told him to eat. Eat he shall.

They continued like that, silence between them as Levi ate his bland dinner with Eren feeding it to him like a child. The sensual undertones were not lost to him, however, and the closer he was to finishing the plate, the more aroused he became. He was doing so good.  

Levi carefully thrusted his hips against the bottle still stuck between his legs, shivering from the sensation of attempting to get off with Eren right in front of him. But he was following orders, making Eren happy, so he deserved this. It was a reward after all—

“Ah, ah, ah…” Eren’s arm darted between his legs and snatched the bottle away, Levi whining for the wine.

“You don’t get to do that. Right in front of me too? When I’m right here, Levi? C’mon, you know better than that.” His voice sounded disappointed and he pushed the plate away, tossing the fork aside.

Levi’s heart sank, food sitting heavy at the base of his stomach, feeling dread at the realization of upsetting Eren. 

“Don’t you want me to finish that?” He asked, trying to make up for his previous action and continue to obey.

Eren stood up, raising a brow at him. “Do you want to finish it?”

No, I’m full and feel queasy. 

“Yes.”

Just like Kenny, Eren could sniff out bullshit from miles away. His face hardened at Levi’s response, no doubt pissed at the broken rule they both agreed on. The one Eren promised Levi he would make sure the captain upheld no matter what since it was so important to him.

Reaching over, Eren grabbed the last remaining bits of food with his right hand before digging his left fingers harshly into Levi’s cheeks, forcing his mouth open and roughly jamming in the sticky rice and beans. Levi struggled in his seat as Eren locked tight on his jaw, lifting it up and down to mechanically chew.

“Eat it then and stop struggling. I thought you said you were hungry, Levi? Huh? Don’t you want to finish the meal I brought you?” He was taunting the older man, sinister voice laced with fake concern as he slid his fingers to the back of the man’s throat. 

Levi’s legs were kicking wildly, nails digging into Eren’s forearm when it became hard for him to breathe. Eren had let go, wiping the slob and the remaining grains of rice that stuck to his hand on Levi’s shirt, ignoring the groan that came from his captain.

“So you are having a bad day,” he said casually before sitting on the desk, “tell me about it. We need to fix this issue.”

Fix me.

Levi took in a shaky breath, taking a napkin to his shirt and wiping the residue Eren left behind. He didn’t look up as he replied, “There’s nothing wrong.”

“Look at me when you’re speaking.”

His head snapped up, a gleam of approval flashing in Eren’s eyes at the sight of obedience. 

“I said, there’s nothing wrong.” Another lie. He’d be lucky if the food stayed put in his intestines and didn’t end up on the floor. 

Fix me. Fix me. Fix me. Please just fucking fix m—

His mind temporarily went blank as it registered the slap, body almost falling out of the chair but Eren’s tight grip on his hair kept in place.

“Don’t lie to me, Levi.”

You best learn to tell the truth when you talkin’ to me.

Kenny’s words reflected in his head. It was like looking in the past, feeling small and childish beneath a menacing figure.

“Ok, I won’t.” he hushed. 

The grip on his hair eased up and Levi let out a puff of air he didn’t realize he was holding in. Eren hooked his ankles around the front legs of the chair Levi was sitting on and pulled him closer to where he was perched on the desk, effectively enhancing their size differences and making the raven haired feel even tinier.

“This is the last time I’m going to ask this, and I want you to answer me truthfully,” Eren began, enunciating his words perfectly, “Tell. Me. What. Happened.”

Tell him the damn truth!

It bounced through his head like a pinball on the loose, hitting buzzers and lighting up his brain to just say it already. He could lie again, but damn, he’d been lying his ass off all day. Eren would be mad. They talked about this before and Levi still couldn’t do it. Guess that’s why it was weighing so heavy on him, the fact that he let Eren down again. That he wasn’t good.  

With tears forming in his eyes he told him.

“I…I let those soldiers die, Eren. On my fucking watch! And I know I could have saved them. I know I could have,” he hiccuped, “I don’t know why I didn’t.”

Levi buried his face in the boy’s lap, letting his jeans soak up his tears, “And it’s killing me right now,” voice was muffled by the fabric, “Fucking killing me because the worst thing about it all is that I don’t even have a clue who they are.”

Eren tensed underneath him and he raised up, wiping the tears from his face and avoiding the boy’s glare. The last time Levi had asked for wine, he had cried to Eren about this same issue. People dying under his lead and him not evening knowing their first name. Eren, like the compassionate lover he was, talked Levi down from his emotional high. Convinced the man from now on, to learn each of the soldiers names to get to know them on a personal level so their deaths won’t be meaningless. Not just refer to them as brat, kid, girl, boy, soldier.

He heard the boy sigh, too afraid to look his direction, Levi listened with his head cast to the floor in pathetic shame.

“Thank you, Levi, for telling me the truth. Doesn’t that feel better?”

He nodded.

“I know, I know it does…” fingers found his undercut and began stroking, Levi’s rattled nerves easing from the domestic gesture. He had done good, this was a reward.

“But, that isn’t going to be enough for today. You know that right?” The tight grip was back on his hair, “I can’t let this slide. You still haven’t learned every soldiers’ name? I mean, we just talked about this not even three weeks ago. And with all this lying , unbelievable…” 

Levi whimpered at the nails digging into his scalp, his own were digging into his palms as Eren’s disappointment seeped in. He was an abomination, worthless as a captain, untrustworthy as a lover. He needed to be put back in his place, taught a lesson. Disciplined. Or, as Kenny would say—

Boy, you need your ass whooped.

“What should I do with you?”

Eren tugged on the hair tangled in his fingers, pulling Levi’s head side to side while looking down on him with a scrutinizing gaze. Levi was a sight to behold; teary eyed, crinkled shirt, and oh so desperate to please.

“Spank me.”

It wasn’t the first time he asked for it. Would never be the last. Eren knew that. Wine was always foreplay to a nice ass beating, something about Levi getting drunk (or somewhat tipsy) right before being bent over and having his ass reamed raw brought some of the strongest orgasms he’s ever had.

Eren smirked, hands moving from his captain’s hair to throat, squeezing the pale flesh and gradually increasing his strength. 

“Want me to spank you?” His voice was low, clearly turned on as the sexual tension progressed between them. “Yeah? You’d like that wouldn’t you?” slap! “You disobedient son of a bitch.” slap! “Fucking liar.” slap!

“Shi-” Plump lips were on him faster than he could finish his sentence. Eren always kissed vigorously, didn't know how to stay calm. Teeth and tongue, sucking and licking, consistently trying to dominate the other mouth. Levi gathered his lips into a pucker but Eren’s hand once again reached up to hold his jaw still.

“Don’t move your mouth.” He breathed against Levi’s parted lips, nipping at the wine tainted skin. “Want to eat your face.”

Levi moaned at that, toes curling in his shoes as Eren’s tongue swirled inside of him; tasting the roof of his mouth, the backs of his teeth, playing with the tip of his tongue. He had guided Levi’s mouth wider to accommodate him, engulfing the older man’s face completely, swallowing him whole. All Levi could do was sit there and try not to touch the tent in his pants, be a good boy.

Eren pulled back with a sigh, eyes hazy as he stared into Levi’s blown pupils before trailing his gaze towards the man’s crotch.

“Already?” He asked breathily. Falling into a squatting position, he rested his palm over the sitting man’s bulge and rubbed him through his pants. “If only you could see yourself, see how much of a mess my kisses leave you.”

“Mmm, wanna suck your cock so bad. Have you fall apart just from my mouth.” 

Levi moaned at the filthy images infiltrating his mind. Thinking of Eren with his lips wrapped around the head of his cock, long hair tied back as he went to town, driving Levi crazy with the way he swirled his foreskin. 

Fuck, it was all so hot, so sexy. Eren knew just what set Levi off in the best ways and was always taking advantage of how weak Humanity's Strongest really was. Levi’s breaths came heavy as he thrusted into the large palm. Eren was playing with him, there’s no way he’d let Levi climax right now, not when the fun has just started. But if they don't stop soon…

“Think about how you look cumming down my throat.”

And Levi did think about that. Thought about just how quick it took him to cum nowadays. He was reaching his forties. And by no means does he have the embarrassing stamina of a fourteen year old, but he sure as hell had been finishing as fast as one.

“Shit. Shit, Eren. I’m gonna—” 

“You want that right?”

YES!

“Fuck, Eren. Yes, yes. I do. I do.” At this point Levi had both of his hands clamped over Eren’s palm, applying as much pressure as he could. His jaw was hanging open, eyes staring at the ceiling as his hips jerked incessantly. Hell, it didn’t take much for Levi to cum. His refractory period was increasing the older he got making it hard to keep up with his nineteen year old boyfriend’s never ending sex drive.

“You gonna cum in your pants?”

Levi grunted in response, too far gone to care about ruining his clothes. Stopping to take out his cock to avoid the mess would just be a waste of time.

Eren laughed, forcefully removing his hand from Levi’s lock on his groin. “I fucking bet. What a dirty old man you are.” 

The raven haired wanted to scream. So close, so fucking close. And Eren was mocking him for it, brought him right to the edge and abandoned him. Levi groaned pathetically, reaching out to grab Eren’s arm and try to drag it back to his crotch, but he was stopped by the hand on his throat yet again.

“Good boys get their cocks sucked. But you weren’t good were you? No…” Eren tsked, eyes gleaming with abuse of power, “Such a shame about the predicament you’re in. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Make it pointy.” 

“Eren—”

Fingers closed around his windpipe, effectively cutting off any forms of speech and his air flow. If the younger had palmed him and stopped his breathing at the same time, Levi would have surely come in his pants. He loved choking, loved it more when he was bouncing on his boyfriends cock.

“Behave.” He said softly, like he wasn’t two seconds away from making Levi’s face turn blue. Levi did as instructed, letting his tongue form into a point and tilting his head back for better access.

Eren was still hovering above him, hair hanging over the other like a dark curtain, “Let me show this tongue what your cock is missing out on.” He said, hot breath tickling Levi’s ear.

“First, I’ll spit on it.” The wet splatter of saliva landed on his tongue and dripped down the sides of his mouth, curling around his chin. This time, he did scream. The sound traveled from his gut and pushed its way past his close lips that encircled around the pink muscle. This was new, he had never been spit on, in that way.

“Sshh…you’re ok.” Eren kissed his nose, his cheeks, all while strictly keeping his head in place from moving. “Be good for me.”

Levi blinked slowly, Eren’s words repeating in his brain like a mantra.

Be good

Behave

Mouth beginning to cramp, he inhaled deeply and released, pleading eyes looking up at Eren and goading him to continue.

“My good boy. So good for me.” Stroking his undercut, Eren bent down and kissed the tip of Levi’s tongue who was whining from the praise. He craved it. Was a slut for it. 

Kitten lips and nips were left on the pink appendage as Eren made love to it. Commenting on how he’d do the same to Levi’s cock, if only he had been good.

Eren wrapped his lips around the tongue and began bobbing up and down with his limited space. Twisting his head as he stroked, just as he did when sucking dick. Drool was leaking from both of their mouths, Eren’s dripping into Levi’s and mixing together. So fucking messy, but Levi would be lying if he said he hated the power and control Eren had over him right now. Commanding him to sit still and take what’s given. 

The vibrations from the boy’s moans rumbled into Levi’s mouth and had him moaning right back. It was too realistic to giving head, too similar, yet he’d do anything to have that wet heat where it really mattered.

Eren pulled off with a smack of his lips, wiping his spit on the back of his hand. “Fuck…” he breathed, “The things I want to do to you right now.” His mouth was on Levi’s neck before the man could even respond, biting and sucking on his collar bones and the junction of his shoulder.

“Don’t.” kiss…

“Think.” bite… 

Yeah…

“I forgot.” suck …

Fuck, Eren. 

“About.” lick … 

“Your punishment.” slap!

Levi gasped at the sudden change in behavior, head reeling from never knowing when Eren was going to continue his sweet gestures or treat him cruelly like the disobeying piece of shit he was. All of it was beginning to be too much, and if Levi wasn’t bent over soon he might just combust from how hot it was in the room. 

“I deserve it,” he whispered into Eren’s ear as the boy continued his assault on his neck, “Whatever you want to do… Give it to me.” He whispered seductively, trying to get Eren to give in already to what they both wanted.

Eren shivered against him, lips stuck in a pout against Levi’s bruising skin, light pinks and deep purples flourishing across the pale landscape. He nicked him one more time before pulling away, enjoying the sight of his disheveled captain, chest rising and falling rapidly, thighs clenching with restraint. 

“You’re right,” taking a thumb to his lips, he wiped off any slobber that remained, “I should stop now before things get out of hand. I might just take you right here.” 

“Why don’t you?”

There was a pause of silence, Eren deciding to drink from the wine to avoid the question, filling his cheeks with the bitter liquor. He wanted Levi to wait. Two fingers met the underside of Levi’s chin, titling his head backwards and Levi got the message.

Once more, he parted his mouth to swap spit with his lover. Squelching, wet sounds leaving a trail of wine pouring directly into his throat. He drank it all, taking everything that was given, letting Eren lick up any residue that splashed on the surrounding areas of his face. 

“What do you say?” 

His eyes were closed, lost in the feeling of the slight buzz which now was beginning to kick in. Getting drunk off of wine? Mainly impossible for him, his alcohol tolerance was too high for him to be considered wasted. He preferred tipsy. Getting absolutely shit faced off of Eren? It only took a few minutes of making out for Levi to be begging for his cock.

“Thank you.”

“Mmm, that’s my boy. Now let’s get that spanking over with, yeah?”

Levi didn’t need to be told twice. He stood up, hands fumbling with the button on his pants as he quickly tried to remove them. Eren’s laughter caught him off guard, “Not here, babe.” Fastening the button and lifting the zipper back in place, Eren mischievously patted Levi’s butt, a promise of more to come.

“You room? My room? Fuck, Eren let’s just do it already.” He was certain his balls were turning blue, wanting to release the cum that had already built up to bursting level. 

Eren interlocked their fingers together, walking around the desk and making way to the door. 

“Some place better.”

⇼

The morgue was a dungeon styled room; gray stone, dirt floor, no windows. Similar to the prison cell Eren used to reside during the early days of his Scout years. There was a steady water drip leaking from the ceiling, splashing into the corner of the room and creating a muddy pile beneath it. 

The stench. Rotting bodies laid out flatly, as Levi instructed, on medical cots donated from hospitals and the Medical Corps to help sort the dead soldiers. Blood, guts, intestines. Limbs, twisted faces, and organs. An atrocious mess for anyone to bear witness.

“Eren…” What the actual fuck. His boner was long gone as soon as he realized where Eren was leading him, not anticipating fucking in the morgue.

Eren had walked in the center of the room, holding his hands out as if showing off a beautiful scenery, “Look at it, Levi. This is your job for tonight isn’t it?”

“What does any of this have to do with—”

“Your punishment.” 

Levi momentarily froze, eyes glancing over at the disemboweled bodies of his squad members.  

“Look, there’s Niro. Dee and Laura. Right beside them is Blue. And over here…Pat. Hello, Pat.” 

“Stop.”

“Poor, Bernard.” Eren leaned down and frowned at the corpse, “When his son was talking to you earlier, I for sure thought you would provide some kind of solace. I bet that kid looks up to you like I used to. Captain Levi, a brigade all to himself.” He scoffed, kicking the cot. “A captain who doesn’t even remember your name, Bernard.”

“Johnson.” Levi’s voice was weak, gut churning, becoming aware that this was his punishment. These deaths he was responsible, accountable for, were being rubbed in his face. Shit smearing across his pride, defaming his name and title. “His name was Bernard Johnson.”

“You just discovered that today.”

“Not true.” 

“Don’t lie to me.” Eren shouted, voice echoing off the stone walls, hurtling towards Levi like a hurricane of sound.

Don’t lie to me boy.

Levi stepped back, memories of Kenny flashing before him as the image of Eren and his dead uncle merged together. The ghostly tinglings of his childhood whippings tickled his back, Kenny’s angry shouts clouding over his thoughts as Eren stalked closer, disappointment and fury etched his features.

“Look around you, Levi. Look at what you did.”

“No, no…”

“Witness the consequences of your actions, Captain. That’s your name right? That’s what everyone calls you. Captain Levi of the Survey Corps, can’t even protect his own squad. Despicable.”

“Eren! You are out of line.”

“No, you are. Go ahead,” Eren picked up a dead hand, shaking it in a wave towards Levi’s direction, “Tell me who this is. Don’t be shy now.”

“I’m leaving.”

“You’re staying. Don’t you dare turn your back on them.”

The need to follow orders was too great to ignore the command and head back to his room. Levi knew Eren was quite brutal when it came to reprimanding, never did he imagine the boy would go this far to teach him a lesson. It was sick, sadistic, walking the line between being too much and just what Levi needed.

“Say hi to Vi. Remember them?” Eren was still shaking the hand attached to the headless corpse. His eyebrow quirked, insinuating that he wanted a response.

“I remember…” The glare he received was screaming don’t test me, Eren obviously deterring him from twisting the truth. But Levi did remember, “They were friends with Anny, right? I remember.”

It made Eren smile, happy to know that Levi wasn’t going senile after all. Just refusing to know anyone, scared they’d die off too soon. Believing interactions are a waste of time when these soldiers would soon be dead on the first mission. 

“Good, glad to hear that. Anny’s over there, by the way. Just in case you wanted to see their faces one more time before they’re all tossed into the incinerator.”

Levi shook his head, declining the offer to look at anyone else. He couldn’t stomach it. “I don’t want to stay here any longer.”

“We don’t have to,” Eren made his way over to Levi and enveloped him in his arms, “Let’s get this over with, love. You know what’s about to happen.”

He was crossing the line. Levi should stop this, he really should. But he was so riddled in guilt and disgust it seemed fitting that he’d be embarrassed, ridiculed, and whooped in front of those he let down. Eren guided him over to the examination table, where each of the bodies surrounding them would be placed as he dug for their dog tag and scribbled notes onto his notepad.

“Do you understand why you’re in trouble?” He asked, gently bending Levi over the table, belly placed on the cold metal slab, arms splayed straight in front of him, feet on his tiptoes due to the height. 

“I d-didn’t do—” He jerked as Eren began to carefully unpop the button on his slacks and slide down the zipper, nails scratching along his flaccid cock.

“Speak up.”

Eren was not going to make this easy on him. “I didn’t do what I was supposed to.”

“Which was?”

Fuck. The kid was really going to drive this in. Levi was thankful for the wine, without it, he wouldn’t have gotten too far without having a physical tantrum and refusing to go through with any of this. But he needed it. Had to deal with the consequences of his actions and own up to his mistakes no matter how wicked Eren was going to treat him.

“R-remember the names of my s-squad members.”

“And?” Levi’s pants and underwear were making their way down his thighs, cold air from the damp morgue creating goosebumps across his skin. He shivered with anticipation.

“Please…”

“Say it.” Stern voice demanding Levi to own up to everything.

“...And I let them die.”

A dull thump hit the floor beside his feet, making him grimace at the bacteria his clothes must be lying in right now. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep quiet, not wanting any other reason for Eren to take out his anger on him.

“Levi, you let your own squad members die on your watch and you don’t even know who they are. You broke your own rule of no lying, did so multiple times today. I warned you earlier that your behavior could not slide today.”

He nodded. Behind him, he could hear a belt buckle clanking, not needing to turn around to know that Eren was removing it from his waist. It would no doubt be the black leather one, thick and heavy, able to reduce Levi speechless within fifteen lashes. That one was his favorite. Loved hearing the delicious sound of the belt flashing through the air, the whoosh followed with a searing smack. His legs shifted to find a better balance on the table so he won’t fall, tops of his toes brushing the floor. 

“Let it be known that this is the reason I’m punishing you. You are going to be spanked in front of everyone you let die today. Spanked for lying to Erwin, to me, and to yourself. Do you understand me, Captain?”

Levi whined, biting his lip to stop himself from begging Eren to just fucking do it already. 

“Use your words.”

His bottom lip popped from his teeth. “Yes.”

“Are you sorry for your actions?”

“Yes. I am.”

“How are you going to repent for this?”

Just as practiced, he repeated the phrase that signaled he was fully onboard with the scene. “By accepting my punishment fully without resisting.”

Eren sighed, kissing the nape of his neck, trailing his way up to Levi’s flushed ears. “I wish you could be this obedient all the time.” He let his lips linger on Levi’s skin, flecks of sweat starting to pepper it. It wasn’t always easy for his lover to get into the mood for enforcing and rewarding, Levi seriously appreciated the effort. He could tell Eren was at war with himself, most likely just wanting to make love to him after coming back home from the blood bath.

“Alright, no counting today,” he said, raising back up and adjusting Levi’s hips to be straighter, “I just want to hear this belt and your screams.”

Levi attempted a deep breath to brace himself against the lashings, but it immediately got knocked out of him from the force Eren was displaying.

“Oh, shit.”

His ass was being assaulted, molested, abused. What other words are there to describe the knee knocking, back arching, lung wailing beating he was receiving? Levi’s legs were flailing, hands gripping the edge of the table to keep him from dropping to the floor. Eren would certainly keep spanking him on the ground, but he wanted to steer clear of having his face pressed into the blood sodded dirt. 

Eren didn’t let up. Didn’t even give Levi a chance to fully catch his breath, lungs gasping as oxygen was whipped right back out of him as soon as he inhaled. It was good. So fucking good. Exactly what was necessary for him to continue on as being the Captain everyone needed him to be. Some days were terrible, just like today, an itch that needs scratching. One only Eren could reach, could relieve him of. 

Levi was hollering, jaw hanging low, spit puddling under his chin. His body was rocking back and forth, being propelled by the belt forward and Eren’s rough hands yanking him backwards. Levi didn’t look over his shoulder, wouldn’t dare. Couldn’t gaze upon the wild man who was tearing his ass apart one lashing right after the mother fucking other . Not when he was so hard, again. 

He was whining and whimpering, hissing when his cock touched the cool metal he was bracing against. He didn’t even register he was unconsciously trying to escape, left leg lifting on the table before it was yanked back beside its rightful place. 

No counting. Eren said no counting for a reason. The amount of times that belt slapped his ass had most likely reached thirty at the speed he was going. Swift whooshing filled the room, meat being pounded against barbarically. It had rivers flowing from his eyes, right hand smacking the table as he wailed for mercy.

He fucked up today. Fucked up so bad but damn, this was so motherfucking good.

“Apologize to them.” The strands of his hair were yanked to the side and Levi was staring dead at a corpse not ten feet away from him. Eren had slowed his hits, tossing the belt to the side and replacing it with his hand. “Apologize to each and every one of them for what you did. For letting them die under your charge, you son of a bitch.”

“I’m— fuck, I’m sorry!” 

“Louder.” 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so-sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”

Every word was met with a slap that had him moaning like a bitch in heat at the skin to skin contact he was so graciously given. Eren didn’t have to stop with the belt, but he knew Levi was slut for the intimacy that direct hand to ass contact provided. 

Eren was being soft.

“Say their names.”

“I don’t remember!”

“You do. You do remember. We just said some of them.”

Levi was a crying mess. Wracking his memory for the identities Eren listed earlier. It was hard to think with the sensation of burning flesh of his rear being turned into a swollen red heap of flesh. Hard to hear his own thoughts over the repetitive thrashing Eren dished out.

Heavy breathing covered his ear as Eren whispered, “Say some of them and this will all be over. You hear me?”

“Yes!” With fat tears, Levi shouted his reply, slamming his head on the table to distract him from the pain. 

“So say it.”

“N-niro!...Johnson. Shit! Fuck! Laura…B-blue… I can’t.”

“You can.” Eren was losing his composure, hand stuttering, coming down even harder as Levi choked on the names. It was intense for both of them. The pressure, the sounds, his boyfriend’s dominance all made it hard for him to not come on the table. And Eren was no doubt suffering in his jeans, cock going untouched the entire time.

“Dee. Vi…Anny and Pat. Godfuckingdamnnit!”

He couldn’t remember anymore. Didn’t want to. Didn’t need to. Eren spun him around to lay flat on his back on the table, his front pelvic bone aching from digging into it. Lips were on him like lightning, shocking electricity down his spine into his already lit up cheeks. 

“So fucking proud of you.” Eren panted in between kisses, frantically undoing the button on his pants, “ Fuck, Levi. You did so good. Took it so well, my good boy. Such a good boy for me.”

It was over. Levi took his punishment well. 

The emotions were too overwhelming for him. The tug of war over guilt at the death of his soldiers versus reveling in being completely dominated over it was enough for him to clock out. Eren put his everything into this punishment, wanting Levi to hurt from it. 

Involuntary tears rolled from his eyes as Eren fingered him open. He was absolutely brainless. Braindead. Everything was moving in slow motion as he tried to process his surroundings. The dry drag and pull of fingers inside of him felt so heavy, the friction burning his hole. 

But this was his reward. Eren was going to make him feel good because he had been good.  

My good boy.

He wanted to keep it up. Continue to be obedient. Show the dead soldiers surrounding him that he was a good Captain. 

“Tell me you love me?” 

It was a whispered request, said just as Eren slid into him. The boy looked down at his captain, taking in the view of prominent hickeys, drool stains, ruffled hair, and swollen lips. Ass purple and blue, cock spent. Levi had came all over himself.

Normally, Levi would have been punished again. Something different to give his ass a break, but a reprimanding nonetheless. Yet, that small little phrase told Eren, Levi was too far gone—he was in subspace.

Eren wrapped the man’s legs around him, bending over and caging him in between his arms. Protective. “I love you.” He said against his skin. The pace was slow, drag of his cock easing in and out of Levi to not overburden him in this state. It wasn’t often that the older man put himself in this situation, claiming it made him weak and vulnerable.

“...love me?”

“I love you, Levi.” 

It never stopped. When Levi got this way his moans were sweeter, pitch higher, body more pliable; but he never stopped asking if Eren loved him.

The boy had grown accustomed to dealing with his lover in subspace, assuming that it was linked to the trauma Levi experienced living with Kenny. He’d fall into this state of shame or remorse, feeling not good enough, bad, and would ask for some kind of punishment to be carried out to fix him. 

Wine; a great tool to help get him there. 

Was it easy for Eren to always do this as Levi needed? No. Pained him to see his captain begging, hollering, thinking he needed pain to atone for his sins. Overtime, it became sexy foreplay that came before a tough scene Eren had to follow through with because Levi needed him. Would crash and burn without him. Eren was always right there to put out the flames setting his lover on fire.

Levi came again, back coming off of the table and whining like a common whore. “Tell me you love me?” He asked, panting hard, trembling in Eren’s arms. His hole was spasming, squeezing Eren’s cock and he came not too long after, a few pumps helping to milk his orgasm.

Eren rested his head on Levi’s sternum as he fought to catch his breath. Small fingers carded their way into his brunette locks and barely tugged, strength clearly exhausted. 

“Tell me you love me?”

Raising his head, Eren reached up and attacked Levi’s face with raspberry kisses. Blowing out his cheeks and letting his lips vibrate against the man’s nose, his lips, his eyelids. Levi groaned underneath him, nails digging into Eren’s shoulders, demanding an answer.

“I love you, Levi. I will always keep loving you. My good boy.”