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Levi Ackermann had always imagined his wedding day to be perfectly bright and sunny, straight off a greeting card at least, when in reality, it's raining cats and dogs and chipmunks. The skies have obviously decided to express their grief at the upcoming acts of sodomy, many of which Levi hopes to commit during his first night as an honest man, and now their tears are being delivered in steady torrents, attacking the luxurious black cab with the force of a thousand little hammers.
Still, Levi has successfully endured a day full of last minute fitting, three different hair stylists fretting over his messy head, the most expensive manicure he'd ever gotten and about a kilogram of makeup being thrown onto his face. He supposes it was worth it, if he manages to make this day as positively memorable as possible. Not just for his soon to be husband and him, but also for their respective families.
Levi is more than alright at taking hints, he knows Karl's parents aren't exactly delighted at the prospect of welcoming him as an in-law. After all, the nicest thing he'd heard from the other Mrs. Ackermann, ever since Karl had announced their impending wedding, was 'Oh well, at least you aren't going to be brainwashing our son into changing his surname.' As if he'd ever attempt and do such a thing, even had they not, quite conveniently, shared a name. And yet, the old hag and her husband have verified their future presence at the ceremony, and Levi is driven by a childishly naive sort of hope to, never mind how long it takes, have this frozen couple eventually warm up to him.
Levi checks his watch, concluding he's exactly 37 minutes away from being late to his own wedding, and he would have headsmashed into the passenger window to his right and used this short period for catching half an hour of a nap, had he not been so afraid of leaving a trail of bb cream and eyeliner on the tinted glass. Instead, he passes the time by fiddling with the plastic rose they've attached to the lapel of his white tuxedo jacket. It's pink, and Levi supposes it matches his fuchsia necktie. Not that he's an expert on such things.
The drive to the registry office is long and terribly loud. The wipers squeak non-stop, ever since the driver's activated automatic wiping, not that they're much of a help against the constant downpour. The low buzz of the engine, along with the humming of the ineffective heater, is only half drowned out by the radio. Sad ass song. How depressing.
What is, or more precisely, who is abnormally silent is the driver. To Levi, who isn't rich enough to regularly take cabs, the typical taxi driver is a man in his late fifties, who sports a checkered beret, a goatee, emits the unmistakable stench of cigarettes (never mind please do not smoke stickers are plastered all over the dashboard), and last but not least, is unable to shut up for a consequent minute. Considering Levi currently resembles a groom, or at least a best-man, and is headed to the place where civil marriage ceremonies are conducted, it is clearly the driver's duty to fully interrogate him regarding the wedding, right?
However, this particular driver looks way too young, late-twenties at most. His face is clean-shaven, half covered by suspiciously dark shades in such godawful weather. To Levi's big surprise, the man lacks any sort of headwear on top of his blonde head, and he's been giving him the silent treatment ever since they'd come to an agreement on the price of the ride, as well as the method of payment ("Of course I take cash only. Do I look like there's an ATM inside this glove compartment?"). The man is also remarkably tall, as far as Levi's been able to determine from his sitting position behind the steering wheel, so maybe it's a good thing he refuses to initiate a conversation.
To tell the shameful truth, Levi is wary of tall men. It's the fact that his ex boyfriend, who'd been a major control freak, in addition to a total jerk, towered more than a full head over him. Too bad Levi, at the time, refused to admit how that relationship was definitely an unhealthy one. No, he would much rather allow Erwin's slap-happy hands to walk all over him, thank him for his efforts and suffer the dire consequences, which mostly consisted of his few good friends constantly pointing him headfirst into the mess that was his life, like he's some naughty kitten who'd once again pooped outside the sandbox.
He knows he's being paranoid, but since the driver's muscular built and good posture remind him so much of the one and only, Erwin Smith, Levi is slightly anxious to request of him to change the radio channel, even though at the moment he'd be delighted to listen to anything but a song about a woman whose past lover still controls her every waking hour. If only Karl had been here, his warm, reassuring smile and serene demeanor would surely be enough to calm Levi down in a matter of seconds. Seeing as his fiance isn't in fact here, and is instead waiting for him at the registry office, Levi can only count the excruciating minutes until he's officially married and nothing, as in Erwin, can touch him anymore.
Eventually, Levi does fall into an uneasy snooze against the headrest, but is startled wide awake when the brakes being hit way too hard cause the cab to come to a reluctant halt. He hears a soft click as everything around him dies, including but not limited to the engine.
It appears the rain has meanwhile stopped, and Levi is instantly worried he might have run late. He instinctively unlocks the door, not bothering to pull some cash out so he could pay for the ride, or to even unfasten his seatbelt first, but closes it right back up when he is met with the bloodiest red sunset he has ever seen. They are surrounded by nothing but sand and restless seawater. A few more meters, and they would have driven right into the sea.
His heart backflips into his throat. Still not acknowledging the driver, who just leans back in his seat, studying Levi with interest from behind his shades, he checks his watch again. The green, digital screen reads 18:23, while the wedding was to take place at 16:00 on the dot. He's supposed to be exactly two hours and twenty three minutes married. Levi's eyes snap shut and he screams at the top of his lungs. It takes a generous slap to his left cheek to prevent him from damaging his vocal chords any further.
"Don't you wanna save that range for later?" the driver asks, and Levi nearly faints right there on the spot. He knows that voice, and not because it is the one which argued him for the exact amount of dollars, either.
That voice, he concludes, had been fake. This one, however, is the real deal, and Erwin sounds way too entertained for somebody who's just slapped a guy across the face.
Levi brings a palm up, cradling his stinging cheek, and stares at his kidnapper, cause that's exactly what this is – a 'napping, for a good minute. Last time he'd seen Erwin, the guy had shoulder-length blonde hair he'd often tie into a ponytail, and wore strictly dark clothing.
Right now he's wearing a white button-down work shirt and his hair is a much shorter. Levi is forced to note that yes, Erwin does look strikingly handsome, especially ever since he'd pulled his shades up his forehead to rest on top of his head. Still, that's not enough of an excuse for Levi, and so he feels like hanging himself by the necktie for having quite willingly stepped into this trap.
"Let me go. Now." Levi accentuates that last word, hating how much his voice wavers. It doesn't help he's refused to wear his contacts, and now he has to squint from time to time to better focus on his ex's smirking features.
"No one is forcing you to stay, you know. You're as free as a gull." Erwin does the job of reaching out to unbuckle his stupefied passenger, to emphasize the part where no one's keeping him inside the car, but catches him by the sleeve when Levi tries to make a run for it. "But keep in mind, there's not a soul around for kilometers. And the best part is, no cellular coverage either. Who would have thought such places still exist in this country."
Infuriated by these statements, Levi leaps up so that he ends up on both knees in his seat, makes two perfect fists the way Karl had demonstrated, and goes about hitting Erwin on the chest.
"Drive me back, you creep!" he yells, putting his entire limited force into the punches, which causes him to stagger on his knees, knuckles aching while Erwin looks only slightly unfazed, though a great deal amused.
"Whoever taught you to throw such girly punches?" Erwin wonders, rhetorically.
In his frenzy, Levi is about to take a swing at the bastard's face, but the moment his intention becomes clear Erwin seizes both his wrists and brings them upwards, pinning them to the roof of the vehicle until they go limp above Levi's head.
"Erwin, please drive me back." Levi tries, panting from the unexpected exercise, voice dropping down a few good decibels. "I've… I've missed my wedding. Everyone must be worried about me."
"You think I don't know what you've missed? Your Karl is probably calling up morgues as we speak," Erwin chuckles, and Levi notes the spiteful way in which his fiance's name rolls off his tongue.
It then hits Levi how he hasn't actually told Erwin any of this.
"The hell, how long have you been stalking me?"
Erwin feigns ignorance. "Why'd you assume such a thing?"
"Then what? You had an accomplice or something?"
"Wouldn't you just love to know that? But before I answer, riddle me this – how come you're wearing white for your wedding? Cause you aren't fooling anyone."
And they keep conversing in questions.
Erwin releases Levi's wrists, wraps his arms around the smaller male's waist and pulls him to sit across his lap, legs to the passenger door. Levi struggles halfheartedly, but doesn't actually attempt at striking Erwin again.
What's the use in that? It's not like he'd be able to hold Erwin down, not for long enough to intimidate him into submission. And even if he does, by some miracle, manage to knock Erwin out cold, he doesn't know the pin-code for the car.
Levi entertains leaving Erwin's unconscious form in the drivers' seat and wandering off to get lost or, better yet, attacked and eaten by some wild animal. Figures he needs the man awake and in good enough shape to drive, at least.
Levi shudders, much to Erwin's satisfaction.
"Are you scared, Lee?" he asks, leaning into Levi's neck, so as to better recollect the scent of the person who'd so blatantly rejected him.
Erwin thinks he's able to smell the raven's fear, and the odor is so familiar, so Levi, that it's almost like returning home following forty long years at the desert. He wants to marinate in that scent. To never have to fall asleep again without his sheets reeking of Levi's terror.
"I'm not scared of you." Levi declares, obviously lying.
"Good." Erwin says, enigmatically.
He envelops Levi's upper body in his endless arms, draws him to his chest and proceeds to suck a mark right beneath his earlobe.
Levi's hands flail about without his awareness, finally managing to smack Erwin across the ear, albeit accidentally, and the latter decides he'd had enough of playing nice and adds teeth to the equation. Levi needs to be taught a lesson. To be taught his place.
Erwin bites on Levi's pulse point, then spends a moment feeding off the younger's irregular heartbeat against his tongue. It's clear Levi is terrified, turned on, or both. Just like the old times.
"What are you doi-nnngh," Levi chokes on his own question. "Stop! Please stop, I have a boyfr- a fiance. Karl will-"
"Karl Ackermann is irrelevant." Erwin claims, whatever that's supposed to mean. "He isn't the one doing this." He twists one of Levi's legs out of the way, wraps an arm around it and palms at Levi's cock through his white suit pants. Levi is absolutely flaccid. How boring.
"Please don't," Levi sobs and turns away, as much as the position allows him.
He's silently crying now, Erwin can see it through the rearview mirror, but it isn't ugly or hysterical, or anything else you would expect. It's more like some shooting crew member came up to him and sprinkled water in his eyes, to make them sparkle attractively, then drew two perfectly straight, black lines down his cheeks, to imitate the smudged, running eyeliner.
Levi sniffs, nose twitching like a bunny's, and it's so cute it's all Erwin can do to prevent himself from ripping the boy's pants off and just taking him against the steering wheel.
"You know, you're so pretty when you cry." Erwin says, stroking Levi's cheek.
Levi contemplates biting his fingers off. "What the fuck do you want?" he asks, trying desperately to blink back the water, so as to deprive Erwin of an image the creep apparently enjoys. Well, he'd always known his ex to be a pervert.
"Hmm… how about we have some fun, the way we used to?" Erwin ponders.
When Levi doesn't answer, he elaborates.
"You give me what I want, willingly, and then I drop you off to your Karl, who's so vanilla I don't even know how he satisfies you in that department, and see if he still wants you. Scout promise."
"You weren't even a boy scout," Levi snorts, because Erwin is expecting them to pinkie swear when not even a minute ago, he was fondling his genitals. And if he weren't already crying from everything else combined, Levi is sure he would've started shedding tears of sheer hilarity.
"You don't know that." Erwin disagrees. "Don't tell me you've never wondered why I'm so good with ropes. So, are you gonna be a good boy? What have you got to lose?"
'My dignity?' Levi's mind supplies. Of course, he doesn't voice this sad conclusion, but nods. "Okay."
And then he has to lean onto the roof of the car so as to not collapse on his swaying feet, because, all of a sudden, the driver's door is open, and Erwin pushes him out onto the wet sand.
"Take off your jacket and give it to me." Erwin instructs.
It takes Levi a while to comprehend what's being asked of him, but then he does as he's been told. He shrugs off his jacket and hands it over to Erwin, who digs around its pockets to pull out a phone and wallet. He swiftly locks Levi's belongings inside the glove box, then drops the jacket to the ground and steps on it on his way out of the vehicle, eliciting a crack from the plastic flower on its lapel. As if Erwin knows it is, in fact, a rental suit. He probably does, Levi concludes. Either that, or Erwin has just symbolically crashed his chances of successful marriage.
He digs his nails into his palms, fearing his own reaction.
Erwin walks smugly around the cab, motioning for Levi to follow, and once they are standing directly in front of the car, pats the metallic black hood.
Thinking he's got the next command figured, Levi makes to sit on top of the car, but right before his ass can connect with the water droplets on the still damp metal, Erwin yanks him away by the tie and shakes his head in the negative.
"Uh uh," Erwin tsks, disappointed. And to think this man used to be such an expert on reading his every desire. "Up you go." he says, still not releasing Levi's tie while he helps, or more like hauls him up the hood.
Levi ends up on his knees and elbows, bracing himself in vain from sliding down the slippery wet surface, while Erwin wraps the fuchsia piece of cloth around his neck in a fist, obviously deciding it'd make a nice, if a very short leash.
"Please stop. You're hurting me," Levi pleads, choking on air as the silky fabric cuts off his oxygen supply.
"Let's play a game," Erwin offers, "you do something you think I'd like, and if I do, I'll let go." he says, grip slightly loosening around the tie because, the way things are, Levi's unable to move much, let alone do anything.
Levi's eyes widen in realization. He tries to recall Erwin's preferences, but fails, what's with having suppressed the memories of every sexual encounter with the taller man for months on end.
"I'm waiting." Erwin reminds him.
Levi folds his arms beneath himself, and begins unbuttoning his dress shirt. Gaze still locked on the man's above him, he gasps each time the frozen sea breeze hits a new patch of his skin, nipples forming up two hard rocks in the cold evening air, and Erwin immediately reaches out to play with one of the stony pebbles.
Only when the last button slides out of its loop does Erwin express his disapproval. "Not good enough," he says, "try harder."
Levi feels new tears welling at the corners of his eyes. He would try harder, but he's too busy wondering whether his tie is leaving ugly purple bruises on his neck, in the shape of a collar, and how would he explain those to Karl, when in reality, he should probably be wondering how to explain his absence from their wedding.
Realizing that the sooner he gets this thing over with, the sooner he can actually see Karl, Levi gathers up new courage, props himself on his elbows and dives in to give Erwin's clothed crotch a great resemblance of a kiss.
Erwin shudders, releasing his makeshift leash, fingers tangling in Levi's hair so as to bring him closer to his target. Ignoring how ridiculous he must look right now, Levi rubs his face all over Erwin's groin, then mouths along the outline of his hard cock, leaving the fabric of his pants damp with saliva.
"Mmm... want you," Levi murmurs, nipping playfully at Erwin's zipper, and he isn't even sure whether he's lying anymore, because he's freezing and his ex's body radiates the most delicious heat.
"Alright, there you go." Erwin unzips his fly, pulls himself out through the slit in his boxers and rubs the wet crown of his cock over Levi's bottom lip. An invitation.
The raven swallows hungrily, and it is probably the first sign he'd missed any part of Erwin in any way. He hesitates momentarily, biting at the inside of his cheek, then dips his head and runs his moist tongue up the side of Erwin's shaft. When he arrives at the tip, Levi forms a ball of spit and lets it surrender to gravity, then chases it with his lips, bodily sliding forwards and down the hood of the car, desperate for some purchase in the form of his palms over Erwin's thighs.
"Fucking slut." Erwin exclaims, and then a much gentler, "That’s it. Show me how much you've missed me." but Levi is already in an entirely different mindset to worry about his ex's sudden mood swings, now that his focus is elsewhere.
Erwin's scent is intoxicating, and the taste – even worse, but it's a wonderful type of awful. All in all, Erwin is a horrible influence. Next thing Levi knows, he's got half a dick inside his mouth. He hollows his cheeks and curls his tongue over the underside, something that he knows would make Erwin's knees go weak, then risks tipping all his balance onto his left side so he could wrap the fingers of his right palm around the many remaining centimeters that wouldn't properly fit in his mouth.
It's not a bad technique, not at all, but when Erwin realizes Levi has no intention of taking him in any further, his grip on the back of the younger's head tightens to the point of painful, fixating him in place, and in one long stroke he's sheathed down that burning cavity. He doesn't provide Levi enough time to catch his breath, but sets a steady pattern, back and forth, gliding nearly all the way out and then definitely all the way in, so that a large part of Levi's face is buried in his pubes each time that happens.
Levi is fighting back the bile that threatens to rise up each time Erwin's cock hits the back of his throat. A few more seconds pass before he remembers he's supposed be breathing through his nose, and once he's become somewhat accustomed to the brutal intrusion, his mind clears enough to thoroughly analyze the situation. He decides to assist Erwin in, well, using his mouth, because if his ex is satisfied by fucking that alone, there's after all a pretty low but still existent chance they won't have to go beyond blowjobs.
Levi flattens his tongue, wriggling it left and right, rubbing over each part of Erwin's cock he's able to reach. When that doesn't prove efficient, he swallows and gags on purpose, throat muscles spasming in a sensual sort of massage, the horrible, slurping sounds a symphony to Erwin's ears.
Levi is quite certain he's off the hook. He mentally prepares himself to gobble down the heavy load his partner is about to offer him, then give this admittedly magnificent piece of manhood a nice, long tongue bath and a smooch for good measure, just like the good little cockslut Erwin claims him to be, when the latter pops out of him without proper warning. Levi is left hoarse, empty and confused, although he does retain a vague sort of hint regarding his very near future.
There's a slimy white thread of spit and precome dangling off the corner of his mouth, still connecting him to Erwin's dick, and Levi reluctantly wipes away that final link with the back of his hand, then licks at his red, swollen lips and squints up at his blurry tormentor, awaiting the next order.
"Good boy," Erwin praises him and gently strokes his hair, because he's well aware that's more degrading than a slap across the face could ever be. "So eager for it, aren't we?"
"Yes," Levi confirms, way past caring about the implications of such statements.
Erwin's thick brows furrow. He looks unconvinced, and Levi's shaky arms would no longer support him under that scrutinizing gaze. Having predicted an inevitable fall, Erwin grabs the would-be groom below the armpits, lifts him off the cab and steps about a meter backwards, so he could place him to the ground.
In those few moments he was literally hanging in the air, Levi's world has flipped on itself, and now he has to hold onto something unless he plans on surrendering to vertigo and ending up with a mouthful of sand. Unfortunately, the closest something happens to be Erwin's waist, and then he kind of just droops onto the taller man's chest, and so to anyone observing these two from an angle which would successfully conceal the ever persistent erection digging into Levi's navel, it wouldn't look like much more than an innocent hug between two friends. Or maybe lovers.
Erwin doesn't do innocent hugging.
He uses the size advantage to force Levi into the front bumper, then lays him to the hood in a very tempting offering, effectively sandwiching him between the car and himself. It's getting darker now, the temperature sinking drastically. Levi thinks he might get frostbite on his back, and so he keeps squirming against Erwin, the simple gestures very much appreciated by the latter's dick.
"I knew you'd be desperate for it in no time." Erwin says, never mind Levi is still completely soft beneath him. "Whatever should I do now?" he grinds back into the smaller figure.
"Come in my mouth." Levi suggests, even now hoping he could somehow prevent what he dreads is coming next.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, please. Missed the taste."
"And would you call me daddy, too?" Erwin tries his luck.
Levi is clutching at straws, no wonder he'd say just about anything right now. "Please, daddy. Let me taste it."
"Slut." Erwin concludes. He lifts a leg up and bends it in the knee, prying Levi's thighs apart and pressing it to his crotch in a way that's many things but arousing to the smaller boy, like painful and uncomfortable. "Too bad I'd rather fuck you now. But since you begged so nicely, I might consider pulling out at the last second and coming in your mouth. What'cha say about that?"
"No..." Levi blurts out, without having considered Erwin's possible reaction.
"Okay then. Stay right where you are."
With a bit of a struggle, Erwin tucks himself back into his pants and disappears out of sight, his weight no longer crashing Levi into the vehicle. It may be late, but the previous rain clouds have magically vanished, and now the waterline is perfectly visible in the bright moonlight. It's like the sea is calling out to Levi, offering him political shelter in the form of death from hypothermia within its frozen depths. Does he really want to die? He's sure he would have liked that, had Karl witnessed him not a minute ago, begging another man for a taste of their seed.
The door of the car slams shut so hard Levi feels it against his back. He hears Erwin's voice before he sees the man reappearing, and he doesn't like his next command one bit. "Stretch your hands out in front of yourself, I got you a present."
Is this what Levi thinks it is?
"Don't cuff me," he panics, "you know I hate restraints."
"I wasn't going to, but someone isn't keeping their end of the bargain." Erwin finally comes around, and everything is worse than Levi'd thought.
Of course he hadn't been expecting fuzzy leopard-print handcuffs, ones that are more for show than any actual bondage, but the thing in Erwin's hands could barely be considered 'cuffs'.
It is a heavy, solid piece of dark metal with two adjustable slots, so close to each other there'd be no way to move your wrists at all once they are locked, and if Levi squints hard enough, he could see tiny, sharp-looking ripples at the rim of each hole, looking as though they could puncture the skin in no time. Hell, those aren't handcuffs – more like some ancient torture device Erwin the jerkface has stolen straight from a Spanish Inquisition exposition at the national museum.
"Please don't use this thing on me," Levi whimpers, impulsively climbing backwards and up the hood of the cab, to try and get away from Erwin. "I'll let you do anything else. I'll let you fuck me."
"Let me, huh? How about you beg me for it?"
"Yeah. Okay." Levi nods. "Please fu-"
Erwin interrupts him. "Wipe yourself clean first. Your dirty face is beginning to annoy me."
Levi feels like digging a hole for himself in the sand. He rubs at his flaming cheeks, unsurprised when his knuckles come off smudged in black eyeliner.
"Go on then," Erwin says, "you could start by taking your clothes off. And keep talking, I wanna know exactly how and why and the extent to which you want me. Be creative."
Had Levi not been scared shitless, he would have eyerolled, except for how he's way past natural human reactions and his sarcasm is currently vacationing somewhere within the Bermuda triangle. Is Erwin expecting him to conjure up some drug-induced fairytale of elves and unicorns and how he can't live in this world without this asshole's dick up his respective hole? Easier said than done, that one is.
Erwin's eyes are helping him undress, so Levi starts by removing his long unbuttoned shirt, resists wasting some time folding it nice and proper and drops it to the side as it is. He goes for his tie next, but the sudden twitch of displeasure on Erwin's lips informs him of how the latter has taken a strong liking to the silky attribute, and so he better keep that on.
And perhaps Levi should really stop watching his ex's face for the smallest of reactions, unless he's trying to become an expert in the field of mindreading, but it's like he has this serious mental conditioning – to always try and please this, for lack of a better word extraordinary blonde man, that hasn't gotten any better with their separation. It just went into hibernation, like friggin' bears do during winter, and now this bear has awakened – hungry as ever, and even the tiniest cell in Levi's body is longing for Erwin's approval.
"I can't hear you talking."
"I've missed you," Levi admits; shaky fingers busy working on untying his shoelaces. It takes a raise of Erwin's brow for him to realize that's not the kind of talking the other has in mind. "I've missed having sex with you." he corrects.
"Okay. Missed you too, Lee." Erwin is still clutching on his toy, but now he looks much less inclined to use it.
Levi is encouraged, and so he brainstorms to come up with something else he'd missed about Erwin. "I love how small you make me feel. How you can hold me down so easily."
He's waiting for his other sock-filled shoe to drop down the side of the car, when he is drawn to the eternal source of heat that is Erwin's chest. It should've been impossible, but in the short time Levi's gaze had been averted, the blonde has managed to squeeze in beside him, place the awful handcuffs in between their huddled bodies and wrap an arm around his shoulders.
"You're shivering," Erwin notifies him. "Are you cold?"
Cold is an understatement. Then again, Levi wouldn't be surprised if the next thing that comes out of Erwin's mouth includes something along the lines of 'I think you'd make a pretty ice sculpture.' His ex had always had a very exclusive sense of humor. "Yeah," he answers. Reluctantly.
"Well, come closer then. I don't bite."
Lies.