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Levi taps the door to the commander’s office with a single finger, pretending to be focused on watching it swing open, though peripherally he’s incredibly aware of the attention he’s just drawn from Eren and Erwin within the space. The brat had attracted him to the room in the first place — with all the clamour Eren had made just moments ago, it was hard to ignore.
To be fair, Levi wouldn’t be showing up to Erwin’s office sans invitation for any reason other than to explore his own genuine curiosity. Also, he could detect a brat’s voice anywhere, and he was supposed to be keeping an eye on Eren — especially as he is known to show up late to their scheduled training sessions.
Levi is somehow unsurprised that his presence is met with an eerie silence, as if someone didn’t want him to know about their little impromptu meeting with the commander. His eyes flicker over to the brat’s big green ones, enjoying the apparent spike in anxiety Eren visually displays.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Levi says sarcastically, taking a step into the familiar office. His arms come to rest in their natural state — crossed over his chest, effortlessly representing his displeasure.
He turns to notice Erwin standing behind his desk, hands full of paperwork. His unperturbed look on his face morphs into one of recognition and friendliness. “Levi.”
Levi ignores the older man’s greeting in favour of returning his gaze to the lanky brat. The gaze causes Eren to stand up just a bit straighter, then obnoxiously and unnecessarily salute him. Rolling his eyes, Levi waves him off, then shoots his glare at the tall blond man. “I didn’t know you called a meeting, Erwin.”
The tall blond man has the gall to half-smirk. “I didn’t.”
Levi clicks his tongue in a chiding way, shooting an astonished glare Eren’s way. “You entered Erwin’s office without an appointment?” Only Levi is allowed that grace, though he does it sparingly.
“It’s okay,” Erwin says calmly. “Eren is important to our core mission. I’ll hear him out, even if his methods of communication are less than traditionally polite.”
Eren turns his attention away from his captain and instead addresses Erwin. “My sincerest apologies for barging in like this, sir, but—! I have to state my… disagreement!”
“Use your indoor voice, little boy,” Levi says condescendingly, narrowing his eyes at Eren.
“I—I—!” Eren knits his eyebrows together in frustration and balls his hands at his sides to display his apparent frustration. What the hell is it with this brat? “Using miscommunication within our own ranks as a method of deterring the enemy — that wasn’t fair! We — I didn’t know that the expedition was a means for a trap! If I had known—”
“What an insolent little brat we have here.” Eren snaps his head in Levi’s direction. A noise of surprise escapes the the cadet’s lips and apparently embarrasses him because he straightens his posture again. It’s good to see the little brat is still under his thumb at least. Levi moves swiftly towards Eren. “Do you know where you are? Do you need to be escorted back to daycare?”
Eren growls. It’s cute. “I know where I am, Captain!”
It was times like these that Levi couldn’t believe he volunteered to be this brat’s guardian. Eren’s beauty and drive aside, he always finds a way to put the older man in a sour mood.
Eren whips back around to Erwin, lashing out with, “You know that you shouldn’t have operated without the rest of the team knowing what the plans were! If we had known—”
“Oi.” This again?
“—then there’s a higher chance that there—”
“Eren. Enough.” Levi tries again, this time raising his voice, but it’s futile.
“—would have been significantly less deaths—”
“Goddamnit, Eren!” Levi growls, clenching his jaw muscles as he steps in the boy’s direction.
“And the blood of our best wouldn’t be on our collective hands!” Eren all but screams at the commander, who remained sufficiently calm and collected throughout, though that doesn't surprise Levi in the least.
Like lightning, Levi strikes the teenager across the face, and in the same motion, grasps the collar of Eren’s shirt to yank him in his direction. Suddenly, the two are just inches apart. “You don’t know when to shut the fuck up, do you, shitty fucking brat?”
Eren is totally and completely caught off guard. Levi is disappointed, because god fucking dammit, he’s supposed to be prepared for combat at any given moment.
“Who the fuck do you think you are to question Erwin’s authority?” Levi demands from the younger boy, who is clearly significantly less experienced in the fine art of etiquette. He needs to learn that this is reality. People often die. It’s nothing to cry or piss your pants about.
“Levi,” Erwin calls the incensed man’s attention. Levi tries hard not to glare in the older man’s direction. He knows that Erwin is hard to upset, but it would be nice to see him get even a little frustrated every once in a while. “Go easy on him. He’s grieving.”
Levi turns toward the fifteen year old once again just in time to see him appearing to be gearing up to fight with his eyebrows knitted together and teeth clenched. It’s… cute. “No,” Levi muses as he gazes over Eren’s entire face, pausing at the red bruise forming on his cheekbone, “I don’t think I will.”
Eren struggles in his arms, raging like the unaware little shit that he is. He grabs Levi’s wrists in an attempt to perhaps free himself from the much stronger man’s hold…? It was a little odd, seeing as the boy knew firsthand the power that Levi wielded. “Levi — let go of me!” Eren whines, but Levi cuts him off.
“You and I are going to have a little chat,” Levi speaks in a menacing voice. Erwin has enough on his plate; he doesn’t need to deal with Eren’s childish bullshit.
“I don’t want to talk to you, Captain!” Eren cries like a petulant child. “I want to talk to Erwin!” Levi tends to forget how often the teenager likes to make everything all about himself. It was sad, actually, that the brat still thinks everyone should give a shit about how he feels.
“Shut the fuck up. You’re giving me a headache, brat.”
It really blows when Levi remembers that this little punk is a representation of him. Levi turns, purposefully not meeting Erwin’s eyes as he says, “Apologies for Eren’s behaviour, Erwin.”
He looks up just in time to catch a ghost of a smirk form on the older man’s lips, then watches as he nods. “Take care of it, Levi.”
Levi doesn’t dignify Erwin with a response, just does his best not to openly roll his eyes in front of his superior. Sure fucking thing, Erwin.
Still hauling Eren by the collar of his shirt, the brooding man turns towards the entrance, then aggressively flings the boy through the door frame. Eren trips, his shoulder taking the brunt of his landing against the wall opposite of Erwin’s office entrance. Levi simply raises a hand to announce his departure, not bothering to check whether the blond man is watching. He then strides through the exit, closing the door thoughtfully behind himself.
Eren seems to be hardly recovering from getting thrown into the wall — a good two meters from his original position in Levi’s hold — so he’s not prepared for the man to reach his arm out and collect him by the scruff of his shirt once again, maneuver to grab his arm with his other hand, and twist it up his back into a painful hold.
“Captain!” Eren cries out at once. The noise pierces Levi’s ears in a way that makes the man’s insides boil, causing him an equal amount of indignation as it does arousal.
“Walk,” the older of the two orders in a low tone, though swallows on his own accord, trying not to focus on how the boy’s voice makes him twitch with interest. Using brute force to remove Eren from their commander’s office — moreover manhandling the brat — Levi is startled with his suddenly unearthed feelings for something darker. He realizes he wants to hear more.
Eren hisses in discomfort as Levi directs him only a short walk to his own office. It’s rarely used, though as expected from a man of Levi’s caliber, it’s in tip top shape. The older man licks his lips, letting go of his strong hold on the boy for just a second so that he can properly lift his thigh to his chest and drive the sole of his boot into the boy’s lower back.
Eren flies through the doorway, landing on his hands and knees in an extremely compromising position, perhaps even hitting his head on the hardwood. He hisses some more, issuing curses under his breath thoughtlessly as Levi enters his own office a moment later, silently closing the door behind himself once again.
The boy whips his head around to glare at Levi — his green eyes gleam with anger, his face twisted into a frustrated grimace, and lips poised to start yammering about his mistreatment — but the man doesn’t allow him the opportunity to.
“Before you begin,” Levi speaks in that charismatically heartless tone of his that he’s so well known for. He stares directly back into the younger boy’s eyes, challenging him, “Just shut the fuck up.”
“Sir!” Eren grinds out, “I—”
“Have I taught you nothing?” To Levi’s surprise, the cadet actually shuts his fucking mouth. He doesn’t expect that — that small act of obedience — though still follows through with lifting his leg once again to place his boot at the base of Eren’s spine, just above the cleft of his ass.
Eren doesn’t speak for quite a few moments, and Levi actually considers the prospect of allowing him to explain himself, though it all goes out the window when the brunet swings his body around, kicking his leg up to take a swipe at the older man’s, yet he retracts it just in time.
This little… Eren has another fucking thing coming if he thinks he can catch the older, much more experienced man off guard like that. How can a teenager really still not get how basic respect works? Levi has to give him credit for not being raised properly by parents, though to be fair, neither was he and he could completely grasp the concept.
“How can you be so blasé!?” the brunet demands. “Your entire team was taken out by her — by Annie,” Eren spoke her name like it was an unimaginably filthy word, and Levi doesn’t blame him, though he didn’t remember asking his opinion.
“Learn when to speak, you disrespectful punk,” Levi spits with venom. “Just because you possess this weird fucking supernatural ability doesn’t mean that you’re any different from the rest of us.” He doesn’t agree with Erwin, who for some reason has allowed the boy to walk all over him; Eren needs to learn, very clearly the hard way. “You’ve grown too comfortable, haven’t you? Exactly who has given you the impression that you can speak to your superiors that way?” Eren’s menacing green eyes speak volumes of his resentment, which only spurs Levi on to say, “Huh, I guess mommy didn’t kick you around enough, did she?”
Eren apparently doesn’t like being told he isn’t special — nor the topic of his mother being brought up — Levi could plainly see it in his eyes. It had initially just been an assertion, though the little shit had obviously allowed his titan abilities to go to his head — a fact that made the man want to actually laugh, because it just meant he had even more of a reason to remind him of his place. A reason to officially establish his dominance over the boy.
He tilts his head and stares down at Eren, who’s leaning on his hip now, peering up at him with similarly wide, yet now terrified eyes. Good. “I’ve always wanted to do this, and you’ve just given me the perfect reason to.”
Eren furrows his brows, his whole act faltering. “Wh—what do you mean?”
Levi strikes like a cobra, falling to his knee to grasp Eren’s face in a single hand. Both of the boy’s cheeks are harshly squeezed together — Levi can feel his hard molars under the thin layer of skin — then tilts his head up towards his own. They’re up close and personal again, and Levi can’t help his smug aura form like a cloud around him. Eren must have become aware of it, because he jerks his chin in an attempt to get out of the man’s grasp. His loud sounds of aggravation are attractive, though Eren must realize it's futile and eventually resorts to glaring at Levi instead.
Spunky. Eren seems to think he’s more stealthy than he actually is, because the second the thought seems to pop into the teen’s head, Levi is already two steps ahead. He reaches over and block’s Eren’s attempted hook with one hand, then for good measure, brings his knee up to plow into his solar plexus, causing the brunet to desperately gasp for air.
“Really? Raising a hand to your superior? You must really want to get punished.”
Levi tosses Eren’s wrists to the side, tilting the boy’s face at an irregular angle and comes down on his jaw with an open palm hard. The boy didn’t have full function of his mouth, what with Levi squeezing his cheeks into his jaws, so he whines pathetically, tears welling up in his eyes.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Levi asks mockingly.
Eren looks up with desperate, pleading eyes. Levi wants to feel sympathetic, but the brat did it to himself. All he can do is gaze down at him, watching as he regains his bearings and struggles again, but Eren’s both physically and emotionally weaker now.
“Is that all you can do?” Levi scoffs as he catches drool spilling over the boy’s rather plump lower lip. “Pathetic.”
Levi pushes the boy back to land all the way on his back, his head hitting the hardwood floor with a loud bang! The man follows quickly behind, throwing his leg over Eren’s hips and leans in to pin both arms against the floor before the boy has the opportunity to struggle. Levi gazes over the boy’s gorgeous face and pauses, his breath getting caught in his throat.
It really never occurred to him before how badly he's needed to demonstrate total and utter authority over Eren; to dominate him completely. Watching as a bit of blood mixed with spit trickles from the corner of his lip, which is most likely from squeezing his face together so tightly, or perhaps from his earlier bitch slap. It's, oddly enough, really doing it for the man.
More than it should be, he realizes with a strange lack of discomfort.
And apparently — in spite of the tears, blood, and aggressive glaring — Eren is as well.
Their crotches pressed flush up against one another creates a burning sensation on Levi’s end, and pushes him to apply even more pressure to the boy below him.
“Ah, look what you’ve done,” the man taunts, smiling when he hears Eren whimper. “Are you going to take responsibility?”
The boy’s eyebrows knit together in concern, though there's an immense amount of heat that radiates from Eren’s body which seeps into the older man’s. Levi almost wants to pause to inhale the alluring scent of submission pouring from the boy, but he’s already using his core muscles to sit up straighter, viewing the broken, bleeding, and gasping boy below him with a condescending glower. He moves forward with ease — the brat seems to allow him to do so — so that his shins pin down the boy’s arms, and his crotch is directly in front of Eren’s face.
“We’ll need to try some new tactics to get through that thick skull of yours. I know learning was never very easy for a simple boy like you.”
Levi was aware that Eren achieved top ten status in his 104th training corp, a rather remarkable feat, however the glare and gritting of teeth he was displaying, like an angry little caged animal, was too good to pass up. Insulting Eren’s intelligence was clearly the brat’s weak point, and Levi intends to exploit that to its full extent.
Hearing the distinct unbuckling sound of his own belt caused Levi’s excitement to increase, though it skyrocketed at the opportunity to watch as Eren’s lips parted just slightly, the realization setting in behind those gorgeous expressive eyes of his. His cock in hand a moment later, almost completely at full mast, Levi strokes it languidly as the boy watches his lewd movements. Although eager to stuff his full length into Eren’s mouth at once, Levi has the capability still to recognize just how much nicer it would be to take his time.
“Open wide if you want me to consider forgiving you for being such a bad little boy,” Levi taunts. As if things could ever be that easy; but he still rejoices internally when he watches the boy’s mouth slowly, hesitantly, open.
Levi tsks, reaching forward to hook his fingers in the boy’s mouth and pull his jaw open further. Eren’s face turns a pretty red colour, which takes all of Levi’s willpower to keep his patience, and definitely not think about turning the boy over to fuck into at once.
The man directs his aching cock into the boy’s mouth, hissing as he feels the heat of Eren’s breath around his girth, and then wet lips closing around his length. “Fffuck,” the man had intended to only think, although the noise escapes him. Levi had been blown before — many times, actually; people practically threw themselves at him — but these were Eren’s filthy little brat lips around his cock. They feel different from the rest.
Eren’s choking brought the man back into reality. A cruel smirk forms on Levi’s lips as he looks down, watching the apprehension and fear in the boy’s watery eyes. “Why are you gagging?” he teases. “Never had a cock in your mouth before?”
The look Eren shoots the man next makes Levi laugh coldly, happy he technically got the answer to his question without having to pry too hard. He would have gotten to the bottom of it if the brat wasn’t willing to part with that information, Levi was confident of that.
“Well, virgin,” the Captain taunts, “I’ll show you how adults do it.”
He thrusts his hips into the boy’s face, not minding how obviously inexperienced the boy’s reactions were. He was humanity’s strongest, remember? His dick could take some teeth and scapes here and there — well, from Eren, at least.
Levi dips his hips in deeper than he had previously, receiving the euphoric feeling of the boy swallowing around his cockhead. He has to actively fight himself not to roll his eyes back, and chooses to grunt in contentment instead, then pleasantly scoff in surprise.
“Maybe you should be reassigned to be my personal cockslut. Would you like that? It suits you perfectly.” Eren moans around Levi’s cock, forcing the man to shiver in pleasure. “It’s probably… the only thing you could manage,” the man continues to provoke, loving the embarrassed blush on the boy’s cheeks, “because you're good for sucking cock and nothing else, yeah?”
Levi leans forward, pressing his knuckles against the hardwood floor beyond Eren’s head, then rolls his hips into the boy’s mouth. He's pleased with how quickly Eren seems to learn the rhythm and technique that satisfy the older man. Levi almost loses himself in the motions; he feels that peculiar heat build up inside of him and forces himself to stop immediately. The captain squeezes his eyes shut tight, removing himself from the boy’s mouth, appreciating the loud coughs and deep breaths the boy takes as a result of finally regaining access to air.
“Get up,” Levi orders, though doesn’t give the boy enough time to do it on his own. He leans over and grasps the collar of his shirt once again, pulling the boy to his feet in the same motion.
Eren’s still oxygen deprived and woozy, so Levi smirks, steps closer and grabs him by his long bangs. With his other hand, he expertly unties his cravat from his neck, noting how the boy’s green eyes wearily watch the man’s movements. “Levi…” he gasps, “this is — it’s too much—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Levi replies snidely. “You fucking love this, don’t you?” Whore.
For added effect, Levi shakes his hand that’s still woven in the boy’s chocolate coloured hair, watching as his head follows the movements and Eren squeezes his eyes shut in pain. He reaches for the zipper of Eren’s pants to remove the useless material, exposing the boy’s own excitement.
“Now be a good boy, and receive the rest of your punishment.” Levi harshly turns and pushes Eren towards his desk. Levi stands directly behind him, presses his chest to the boy’s back, and places his chin on Eren’s shoulder to whisper, “Open wide again,” Levi instructs, “I already know you’re good at it.”
Eren’s face returns to that pretty ruddy colour and does as told. Levi can’t help his pleased smirk, though quickly follows through with pressing the stark white material of his cravat into the boy’s mouth, smirking at the noise Eren makes as he gags on the dry fabric. The groan compounds by the sudden introduction of Levi’s wet fingers at the boy’s hole.
“A bed frame would be fan-fucking-tastic right about now,” the man muses, looking at Eren’s wrists that are pressed against his desk. He would much rather totally dominate the boy — have him completely tied up, his feet included — though there was no way he could possibly wait an entire trek to the barracks this late in the game.
A small whimper escapes the younger boy’s lips, causing Levi to tilt his head and analyze Eren’s expression — is that envy?
“Oh, are you jealous that I know what I’m doing?” Levi scoffs, his fingers digging deeper. Eren tightens up around him and makes a strangled noise of pain. “Are you jealous that I’ve fucked other people before?” he asks, but it’s rhetorical. Eren can’t respond, and as much as he tries to make annoyed grunts, they don’t mean a thing to Levi. “Fucked them precisely the way I’m about to fuck you?” the man adds for further humiliation.
Levi breathes on Eren’s neck as he curls his fingers inside, relishing in the pretty whines he makes. The man asks himself why he’s even doing Eren the courtesy of stretching him when his bad behaviour has landed him in this place to begin with, but Levi supposes he does have some humanity. This was Eren’s first time after all. Yet he still couldn’t help himself from teasing him.
Removing his fingers abruptly from their deep location, Levi smirks. “I’ll let you know how you compare to the others once we’re done.”
Eren looks so totally fuckable leaning over his desk, his ass much plumper than the man had realized. He creates space between them and spits into his hand to apply the makeshift lubrication to his own cock. Levi groans as he fucks into his own hand just once, then lands his sights on Eren’s gorgeous, tanned ripe peach of an ass.
Leaning in, Levi presses a gentle hand to the small of Eren’s back, then presses down hard on the area, making the boy whine and arch his back in an attractive angle as the man pushes past the initial ring of muscle. The cries Eren produces are nothing short of beautiful, but Levi still grabs him by the hair and pushes his face down onto the desk surface to remind him that they are still somewhat in public at the moment.
“Shut the fuck up, brat,” Levi hisses. The last thing he needs is that nosey fucking four-eyes to show up in here, or any other military shithead for that matter. He's reminded that as much as he wants to prolong this ‘punishment’, Levi does have other matters to attend to.
The angle Eren was bent at allows the older man to fuck into him seemingly mindlessly, though each and every pounding is made with incredible precision, driving into that sensitive bundle of nerves that makes Eren’s unintelligible moans go higher in pitch with each thrust.
“Are you enjoying this?” Levi taunts, smirking at the pretty sounds Eren creates in response. “I told you to be quiet, you sick little brat.”
This clearly isn’t punishment enough.
One hand remains at the boy’s hipbone, holding him tight there, as Levi reaches around with his other to clasp around Eren’s neck. The brunet screams into the cravat, incentivising Levi to grope the boy by his neck even harder in an attempt to contain the noise. Due to his height, his reach is lacking, so it makes Eren bend in an even more uncomfortable angle.
“I said,” Levi growls a bit deeper this time, not lessening his grip on the boy's throat, “shut up, Eren.”
It feels weird using the boy’s name, humanizing him basically, when he really wants to make him eat shit and learn from his poor behaviour. Eren doesn’t deserve his name right now.
“Like getting fucked like a dog?” Levi taunts. The man releases his hold on Eren’s throat just slightly, though doesn’t expect anything really in return. The boy is making noises, stupidly arousing noises, making it hard for the older man to maintain his focus. “What is it, boy?”
“Capt… Captain,” his voice is totally unintelligible because of the cravat, yet Eren pauses to swallow, and proceeds to speak equally unintelligibly, “Levi…” He moans his name like a good little whore, causing the distressed man to grunt in satisfaction and relinquish himself from the boy’s tight hole to inhale a sharp breath.
“Not bad,” Levi says with a groan, rolling his hips punishingly back into Erens, “for a puppy.”
He reaches forward, slipping a hand up Eren’s shirt to graze over his hard abdominal muscles in search of a nipple. It isn't the easiest task to focus on while holding on tight to Eren’s hip and pounding into the boy’s tight heat over and over, but Levi finds it. He grasps the flesh around the sensitive area, squeezing it, then pulling the nub. “Yip for me, puppy.”
Eren produces more high pitched moans into the cravat, his whole body tensing up in a telling way that Levi recognizes must be his orgasm. The man wants to scoff at the brat’s brevity, but instead focuses on finishing himself. Levi's finds himself shocked he got so wrapped up in the addicting heat that he was actually ready to spill everything inside.
“Fuck… brat!” Levi hissed, his face tightening as he tries to prolong his rhythm as much as possible, but the seductive sounds combined with the irresistible tightness has the man losing touch with reality, bringing him into his own groundbreaking orgasm. Levi clenches his teeth and squeezes his eyes closed, though opens them to accompany his own low moan as he views Eren’s beautiful midsection laid out over his desk. His shirt rode up to display gorgeous tanned skin beneath, as well as the plump ass that has Levi losing his fucking mind as he completes the pounding.
Both males pant loudly, Eren’s fit body shuddering with every single breath he takes.
Levi can’t help himself from teasing, “You’re not my worst, but you could use more practice.” He removes himself from Eren with a hiss. “What do you think, do you need more attention?” Levi asks patronizingly. He reaches around to pull the cravat from Eren’s mouth, then listens to the boy cough harshly. “Speak, dog.”
“Y—yes,” Eren answers finally, his hands holding his throat delicately as his body shudders. Levi tilts his head inquisitively to check the brat’s expression. As expected, he appears totally humiliated. Good.
Then he notices the puddle and smaller splatters of white, translucent fluid carelessly painting the surface of Levi's desk. His eye twitches.
Eren looks beneath himself and turns a bright red, realizing what he's done. “I’m sorry—” Eren tries to apologize, but Levi cuts him off.
“Lick it up.”
Eren turns his head, perhaps to question the man, but Levi grasps the boy by the back of his neck and forces it to the desk surface. He falls to his knees in the process, and whines immediately from the pain.
“I said, lick it up,” the man carefully punctuates his order. “And you better hurry,” Levi says in yet another a condescending voice, “just because you’ve learned how to take my cock doesn’t mean you’re exempt from training.”
Eren's eyes went wide. “What!? No!”
“Would you rather I tell everyone on base how much of a dirty whore you are?” Levi leans in closer to intimidate the boy. “That you loved getting fucked by your Captain’s cock?”
Eren’s eyes are watery and his lips tremble in a terribly cute way; Levi does not use the word ‘cute’ lightly. Allowing his eyelids to fall to a close, Eren knits his eyebrows together and leans forward with his tongue out, lapping up the larger splotch of cum to bring back into his mouth.
The face Eren made as a result of tasting his own cum was as good enough of a punishment that Levi feels he’d ever receive. He actually finds himself laughing, then realizes he's done tormenting him for the day. “You have less than a minute to finish that and get to training,” Levi reminds him, then closes his trousers and steps to the side, fully prepared to watch the rest of Eren’s humiliating show. “I didn’t hear anything,” he adds, pointing a finger to his ear.
“Yes, sir,” Eren murmurs, shooting him a mortified glance before he returns to the desk to nervously slurp up the rest of his own mess.
“Good dog.”