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“We got a new prisoner.”
Silence.
Zeke tries again. “You should really take a look at this one–”
“Anything of interest?” The disinterest in Erwin’s voice is apparent. He’s never interested in anything Zeke has to say.
Zeke adjusts the glasses on his nose. “Yes, actually. It’s an Ackerman.”
Erwin doesn’t look up from his desk, but he stops writing momentarily. “Did Hange run the tests?”
“He passes all the physical markers – well, almost all of them. Hange’s running the blood tests through the lab, but we’re positive.”
“Is that so…”
“It seems our information was correct. They aren’t all dead yet.”
Erwin now looks up at him, eyes intense, knowing the value his full attention has for someone like Zeke. “In that case, you know what to do.”
“Sir. Everything’s being kept under wraps. I’ll have the Ackerman moved to the bunker.”
It doesn’t take long for Erwin to show up at the bunker himself. Hange greets him with their usual manner, except the look in their eyes is sharper today.
Erwin enters the lab and briefly looks over the file. Levi Ackerman. Survey Corps soldier, born in the Underground City.
The prisoner is held in a one way glass cell, unable to see the laboratory which is only a few meters away from him. It’s cruel to have no privacy, but Erwin supposes it’s not worse than being held below ground for decades.
“How old is he?”
“He doesn’t look it, but he’s in his mid thirties.”
“Has he spoken?”
“No, not yet. We only know his name from the other prisoners and we know that he’s originally from the Underground. We tried to get him to speak, but…”
Stubbornness. A common Ackerman trait. Or rather, the inability to follow orders, unless…
“Has he bonded with anyone?”
Erwin knows the answer, it’s on the file, but it’s a rather fickle circumstance which can change in a matter of seconds.
“No. Zeke offered to be the liege, but–”
Erwin scoffs at that. “Absolutely not. Ackermans should never be bonded to someone weak minded, it would be a catastrophic waste of opportunity. We don’t know how many of them are left in Paradis, so we can’t let this one go to waste.”
“Well, yes, I figured you’d say something like that. Nobody injected him yet.”
Erwin looks around the lab. “Is the syringe ready?”
“I can prepare it quickly, give me a second. I’ll just need a drop of your blood.”
Hange prepares the injection swiftly and hands it to Erwin who holds it up against the light to scrutinize the thick liquid mixed with a mere drop of his blood. He then walks up to the door and flicks a switch next to it, making the glass walls turn milky, clouding their vision into the cell.
Hange raises an eyebrow. “You sure about that? We won’t be able to see if something happens to you. He doesn’t look it, but he does indeed have all the Ackerman traits, including strength. I gave him as much tranquilizer as I could but he’s still conscious and moving…”
Erwin’s face is unmoving, making his way to the door. “You’ll know when things go south. If he attacks, I’ll simply regenerate and you can send reinforcements.”
He doesn’t wait for Hange to answer before entering the cell.
The Ackerman is kept in chains, sitting on the ground wearing nothing more than a white cotton shirt and beige cotton trousers. The room is noticeably cold, the light too bright. This environment would disorient anyone and disrupt their circadian rhythm.
The prisoner isn’t looking up, but Erwin can tell that he’s alert.
Erwin stops in front of him, watching him for a few moments without making a sound to test his reaction. The man still isn’t looking up.
He looked younger from a distance, but it’s evident now that he can’t be much younger than Erwin. While his pale, untouched complexion might not show it, his deep set silvery eyes betray his youthfulness.
“So, you’re Levi Ackerman. I’m Erwin Smith. Do you have any idea where you are?”
Levi doesn’t show any signs of movement. He’s likely been in the same position for hours.
Erwin lowers himself into a squat to force eye contact, still towering over him in height.
Levi meets his eyes, showing no change of expression.
“Well, I suppose you can’t know, so I’ll explain. Paradisians don’t know anything about the world beyond the walls, which is where you currently are. I suppose you figured that part out by now.”
Levi looks somewhat more tense but keeps still, the cue for Erwin to continue.
“You’re in Marley now. You’re originally from here – well, your ancestors were anyway. Sadly there aren’t many Ackerman descendants left, which makes you quite the rarity. Tell me, Levi, have your powers awakened yet?”
Erwin reaches out a hand to touch Levi’s chin, which causes Levi to flinch and knock Erwin’s hand away with his knee. That is, until Levi realizes it’s no hand at all. The man’s right arm is missing and is instead replaced with some kind of mechanical arm.
“Don’t touch me.”
His voice is lower than Erwin expected, venomous in a way he hasn’t had directed towards him in years.
“Then speak, or else I will.”
Levi’s eyes are still focused on the strange, cold metal arm, scrutinizing its fingers. It seems to move just like a regular arm would, perhaps slightly more rigid.
Erwin nods like he knows his thoughts. “This is a prosthetic arm. Our technology is quite advanced, as you might have noticed. We can replace limbs, if you can afford it.” There’s no threat in Erwin’s voice, but it sounds unsettling nonetheless. “Now back to my previous question. Have your powers awakened yet?”
“... Yes.” Levi’s voice is threatening. He’s not answering to please Erwin but to make his stance clear – that he could break every bone in his body in seconds and that he would.
Erwin nods, a hint of a smile creeping at the corner of his lips. “Good, good. That saves us some time.”
He reaches inside his coat to pull the syringe out.
Levi’s body tenses, pulling at the chains with enough force to make them creak. The chains would be broken by now without the generous amount of tranquilizer in his body. “The fuck’s that?”
Erwin takes the cap off the syringe, letting it drop to the ground.
“Nothing poisonous. This will make life a lot easier for you. It’ll take just a second…”
Levi lunges forward, teeth bared, but Erwin reacts just quick enough to reach out his prosthetic arm and grab him by the throat. Levi’s teeth clink on the metal as he tries to bite it, making him flinch and back off.
“It’ll be worse for you if you try to resist it, so don’t.”
Erwin’s grip is strong, Levi presumes it is because of the arm but he can’t be sure.
The injection is quick but the burn catches Levi off guard, making him groan. He can feel the thick liquid running through his veins like electricity, shocking him and leaving his body feeling practically paralyzed for a few minutes.
His heartbeat picks up speed as if he had just slayn a hundred Titans until it slowly falls back into place like a lullaby.
Erwin simply watches him with a glimmer of curiosity, perhaps even wonder.
“What… what did you… do to me…”
“Look at me.” Erwin’s voice is firm, pulling at Levi’s body with invisible strings he’s never felt before. His body feels foreign to him.
Before he can reconsider it, he’s looking at Erwin, eyes wide.
“Ah… very well.” Erwin looks pleased. He lifts his healthy arm up to Levi’s face and places a finger under Levi’s chin. Levi flinches at the contact, Erwin’s skin feels hot against his, almost like the skin of a Titan.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“How does that feel to you?”
Levi doesn’t reply, confused at the way the sensation feels in his body. He went from freezing to feeling hot and overwhelmed within seconds, his neck shiny from sweat. He desperately needs a shower.
Erwin continues. “Have you ever met any other Ackermans? You must have family, surely?”
“I do not.”
Erwin removes his touch and gets back up from his squat, standing tall in front of Levi. “How unfortunate. There’s a lot you don’t seem to be aware of. Your blood is… special. You Ackermans were created to bond with someone and protect them with your life – a personal bodyguard if you will. It’s the source of your strength and resilience. It’s a bond that can’t be broken.”
“You’re full of shit.”
“See for yourself.” Erwin pulls out a set of keys from his coat and opens Levi’s wrist chains without unchaining his legs.
Levi watches him in disbelief until a wave of anger hits him. He gets up quickly and moves to grab Erwin by the throat, which he succeeds at. Except when he tries to choke him, his hands won’t budge, leaving him with a feather light touch on Erwin’s throat.
Erwin’s eyes widen slightly, there’s a grin breaking out from his face, one he’s been seemingly holding in for years. He laughs. “Fascinating.”
Levi can feel Erwin’s Adam's apple move beneath his palms before letting go, feeling irritated and unsettled at the same time.
“You can’t kill me, even if you wanted to.”
Levi scoffs at that. “You just wrote your death sentence, one way or another.”
I probably wrote yours, Erwin thinks. It’s pitiful. To be born with the world's strength beneath their palms but no ability to make use of it unless they’re being led by someone, by a cause. To follow orders like a loyal dog, hoping for a treat even after they’ve long stopped receiving them.
To be an Ackerman is a blessing and a curse, one which Erwin wants to explore the depths of.
—
It’s been two weeks since they bonded. Erwin hasn’t seen him during this time. It’s better to let the unknown desire build into frustration. Hange has been teaching him the customs around the base – or rather, Erwin gave him direct orders to follow Hange’s instructions without a word of complaint, which seems to work like a charm.
There’s a knock on Erwin’s office door. He can feel Levi’s presence now, the depth of their connection tangible like a puppet and its puppeteer.
In comes Zeke, followed by Levi.
“As you requested, here’s the Ackerman.”
Erwin nods without looking at Zeke. “Dismissed.”
Zeke hesitates for a moment, then leaves. He’s been nagging more ever since the bonding occurred, which made Erwin consider sending him off to a different branch entirely, but it’s better to keep loyal sheep around rather than feeding them to the wolves.
Levi has his hands balled into fists by his side, looking at Erwin with venom in his eyes and… something else, perhaps.
“So, I take it you’ve been adjusting to your new position?”
“And what would that be?” Levi spits.
“I’ll explain it to you. You’re in a fortunate position where it’s virtually impossible for you to betray me or go against me in any shape or form – which is quite refreshing for me. You’ll help me succeed in taking over the government.”
Levi looks bewildered, offended even. “I– what?”
Erwin gets up from his desk and walks around it, leaning on the edge. He laughs a little. It doesn’t sound genuine. “I don’t particularly care for their bloodthirst or waging useless wars. Does that surprise you?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “To put it simply, it’s moronic and simple-minded. We should be focusing on advancing our technology, instead we’re stuck in medieval times.”
“What about Paradis?”
“What are your feelings towards it? You’ve been locked away underground nearly your entire life, Titans are roaming the island freely and your government is lying to you to live a comfortable life at the cost of your people. It’s essentially the same in any other place in the world.”
“You people knowingly locked us on an island we can’t escape from and you somehow have the gall to compare it to the cushy life you’re living here? You have no idea what it’s fucking like.”
“Then it should be even more of a reason for you to follow my orders. My plans happen to involve Paradis and it’s in your best interest to not get in my way.” Erwin smiles and it sends a shiver down Levi’s spine. “Not that you can, anyway – but it might make things easier for your mind.”
Levi can’t hide the frustration in his voice. “You’re full of shit. You think you’re a good person or something? Because you care about technology instead of war?”
“Black and white thinking doesn’t get you very far. Perhaps I haven’t made your position very clear.” Erwin moves away from the desk and towards Levi, the amusement from his voice now gone.
“On your knees. Now.” Erwin says.
Levi looks at him, eyes wide, sensing what is about to come as soon as the words are spoken into existence. His knees hit the ground hard, his body rigid and stiff, fighting against the force inside him.
He looks up before Erwin commands it, saving himself a little bit of further humiliation.
Erwin looks down at him. “Not so eager to talk back now, are we?”
“I’m not going to give you the satisfaction.”
Erwin’s lips curl slightly. “We’ll see about that. Bend down further, your cheek touching my boot.”
Levi’s body goes rigid until it starts to shake, trying so hard to resist the magnet of Erwin’s voice pulling at him with full force. He’s disgusted by the thought, can feel the bile rising in his throat, but it doesn’t stop his body from following the command. He tries not to breathe.
Erwin scrutinizes him, his neat undercut, the way his new clothes hug his waist. He’s not bad to look at. Somehow he always imagined his Ackerman to be a woman since they are slightly more common, but to Erwin’s own surprise, he likes this one.
“Very well. So far so good. Now lick the tip. I heard you like to clean around here, is that true?”
“Fuck you.” Levi manages to get out before his muscles cramp up again, making his tongue touch the tip of Erwin’s boot. A shiver runs down his spine. He can feel himself about to gag as soon as he can feel the texture on his tongue, but Erwin stops him before it gets worse.
“Enough for now. I believe this should give you a small taste of what’s to come when you aren’t compliant.”
Levi sits up immediately, his shoulders drop slightly in relief. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand using too much pressure, but it’s better than thinking about the amount of bacteria in his mouth.
Erwin turns to his desk to fetch a water bottle and opens the cap, then turns back to Levi. “Open your mouth, just wide enough so I can see your tongue.”
Levi’s hands form into fists beside him, frustrated that he can’t resist but even more so at the humiliation of it all. Erwin pours the water into his mouth slowly, with some of it running down his face and neck while Levi tries to drink it, but it just ends up making him choke and cough.
Erwin moves a step closer and reaches out his metallic hand to hold Levi still by his jaw. “Now you’re clean again. Choose your words carefully next time you open that filthy mouth of yours.”
—
The next weeks go by fast – Levi hasn’t seen Erwin much, to his relief. He mostly spends his time in Hange’s laboratory, doing blood tests and other experiments which are easier to deal with than being around Erwin, despite everything weighing on him physically. When he isn’t being kept in the lab, he keeps himself busy by cleaning the barracks or reading in the library.
Levi has tried to escape, but being tied to Erwin by blood makes it impossible for him to follow through with it. He can see the door in front of him but he can’t bring himself to leave, which, to his own displeasure, earns him a frequently occuring pitiful look from Erwin’s subordinates.
When he’s being summoned back into the lab for a late afternoon test, he stops at the door for a moment to scrutinize the scene in front of him – Hange is preparing a syringe, there’s a gurney with belts and Erwin is in the room, taking his coat off as well as his boots and shirt and tie. It smells of cigarettes.
“Ah, Levi. It’s been a minute. Take a seat on the gurney.”
Erwin says these words so normally, like he’s having a conversation with an old friend, but Levi knows it’s all fake. He’s enjoying commanding him around, knowing fully well that Levi cannot resist him.
There’s a constant threat in the air, like Erwin could humiliate him at any second if he wanted to, make him walk through the streets of Liberio completely naked or worse. Levi often has nightmares about it and he wonders if Erwin gets them too, or if his dreams are all just sweet delusions.
Levi sits on the gurney then looks at the belts which are speckled with dried, old blood splatters – disgusting.
“What’s all this for?” Levi asks eventually.
Erwin doesn’t turn to look at him. “Lay down and stay still. We’re going to test something.”
“Then why are you taking your clothes off?”
Erwin senses the mistrust in Levi’s voice. He can’t help but feel a rush of amusement. “In case I need to turn into a Titan.” The slight change in Levi’s eyes doesn’t go unnoticed.
Levi has never seen a shifter, but he’s heard plenty of stories about them. Each Titan comes with its own set of abilities and Levi wonders which traits Erwin possesses. Given that he’s the War Chief, it’s probably the strongest Titan there is.
The thought unsettles him, but he can’t resist the order. As he is lying down, he’s being strapped tightly to the gurney. He avoids eye contact and instead focuses on the light on the ceiling, letting his mind wander to a time where his life was simpler, wishing he’d been able to appreciate it at the time.
Levi feels the needle as it enters him and it’s the last coherent thought he has.
The pains surging through his body are so strong that he feels like he’s on fire, his skin and veins burning as if he had just landed on the sun. He can hear screaming, the sound of something tearing and glass breaking, but he can’t see, can’t make out who’s causing it and what is happening.
As the world is slowly fading to black, he can make out muffled voices.
“It didn’t work, as expected. That was a close call, Erwin…”
“Now we know for certain.” He sounds pleased.
—
When Levi wakes up, he finds himself in an unfamiliar room. The bed is softer, the sheets are of a higher quality. It smells familiar, but he can’t pinpoint why.
A door opens and in walks Erwin, stopping at the edge of the bed.
“How are you feeling?” He asks.
“What the fuck happened?” Levi counters instead.
“We injected you with Titan serum. We know that Ackermans can’t transform into Titans, but there are still some benefits to trying it. Some of your kind take it better than others – in a way, your reaction to the serum determines how strong your Ackerman traits are. You only needed about a minute to fight it off before you passed out which is the best that’s ever been documented. Congratulations.”
“Sadistic bastard.” Levi looks down at himself to look for any visible damage but can’t find anything, except notice that he is only wearing his trousers. “Where are my clothes?”
“That’s not your concern right now. Get up and come over here. I want you on your knees.”
Levi resists the urge to bare his teeth, letting his body take over until his knees touch the floor.
“If you want your shoes cleaned then just tell me to do so without making it a spectacle.”
“I don’t like to do the same things twice. You did well on your test, so I’ll reward you for it.” Erwin says, but Levi can sense that something is off. He doesn’t know Erwin well, but well enough to know that a man like him doesn’t reward anyone.
When he hears Erwin opening his belt, his body goes still while his mind is running wild with thoughts. Erwin watches him closely, not oblivious to the way his posture stiffened. He opens his trousers next, then lets them drop to the ground, stepping out of his boots.
“Acting shy all of a sudden? Take a good look.”
Levi wants to resist, to fight the words pulling at him the same way he fought the Titan serum, but his body gives in. Erwin isn’t hard, but it’s hard to miss how big he is. Levi wants to close his eyes, but the words won’t let him.
“Good. Now take it in your hand. You’re a man, surely you know how to do this?” Erwin is taunting him now, Levi knows as much. The ridicule in his voice is hard to miss, which is ironic.
Levi’s hand barely fits around the girth of Erwin’s length, which somehow seems to amuse him. He barely gives him a stroke and he can already feel him getting hard under his palm, can feel the heat rising.
He could get him off fast and get it over with, or drag it out until Erwin loses interest. Both thoughts disgust him.
“Now make it wet. Use your mouth.”
Levi inhales sharply before his body begins to move. He slams his eyes shut as soon as his tongue touches Erwin’s length, licking him all the way to the tip and back.
“More, Levi. This isn’t good enough. I want you drooling on it.”
Levi wants to protest, wants to bite down instead and make him scream, but the inability to do so leaves him feeling numb. He chokes once he takes Erwin in, making his eyes watery, but Erwin doesn’t relent. He grabs Levi by the back of his neck and pushes further, making him cough until the tears begin to spill. It’s a mess, but it’s beautiful to look at.
“You’re not going to choke, you’re going to take it all the way down your throat like that – yes. You were made for it, see?” Erwin wipes his tears away with his thumbs, pressing them into Levi’s cheeks as if it somehow soothes the pain.
He wants to respond, but Erwin won’t let him, taking all authority over his body by fucking into his throat repeatedly, faster and faster until Levi feels sore and can barely see through all the tears in his eyes.
“Good, Levi. See, I knew you could do this. I want you hard and leaking, can you do that for me?”
Levi can’t respond beyond a groan, his body takes Erwin’s command immediately and follows through with perfect obedience. He can feel the heat rise between his legs, making him feel too closed in and uncomfortable. He doesn’t want to touch himself in front of him, let alone expose himself, but he knows that thought alone is his defeat.
Levi tries his best to let his body and Erwin’s words take control over him until his mind goes numb, until he feels like he’s having a bad dream he’ll soon wake up from, but he never does.
Erwin finishes in the back of his throat and it’s a lot, too much for Levi to swallow in one go but Erwin holds himself there for a moment to make sure Levi swallows it all, before retreating from his mouth and letting go of him.
“Well done. Now get up and take your clothes off – then get on the bed. I want you on your knees, ass up.”
“My throat… You bastard–” Levi protests, but his body betrays him once more, following Erwin’s orders immediately. He feels embarrassed to be so exposed in front of someone who is practically a stranger, still hard and leaking from a mere command.
“I’m not touching your throat anymore, so don’t worry. This part is all about your pleasure… you’ve earned it, don’t you think?”
Erwin’s words are spoken sweetly but the roughness in his actions is a contradiction, just like everything else about him. He’s the good and bad cop all at once, wearing many masks and none of them seem to fit perfectly.
“You’re a sick and twisted motherfucker, has anyone ever told you that? You only seem to keep kiss-asses around.” Levi’s throat burns with every syllable, but he doesn’t care. If Erwin wants to dishonor him further, he might as well piss him off for it.
Erwin laughs at that but Levi can make out a hint of bitterness. “I keep people around who are useful, that’s all. It’s business.”
Levi isn’t looking but he can hear Erwin moving closer. It’s silent for a moment before he feels something hard and cold pressing against his entrance uncomfortably, making him tense up.
“Your mouth is foul but you’re quite pretty down here. It’ll hurt if you don’t relax. You’re not a virgin, are you?”
Levi wants to scoff at the irony. How is he supposed to relax while he is being violated? Erwin doesn’t make it a command, which is either a blessing or a curse. For now he prefers having some authority over his own body.
“No.”
Erwin doesn’t respond, instead he spits at his hole and distributes it with what Levi presumes is his prosthetic hand. It disgusts him, he can feel the shivers running down his back, but he says nothing. He knows it’s going to hurt.
Erwin presses one of his metal fingers against Levi’s hole with enough force to enter, making Levi inhale sharply. It hurts, the prosthetic is ice cold and intrusive which makes it impossible for Levi to relax his muscles. He feels more tense than ever but Erwin is relentless, pushing the finger in further until it’s in all the way.
Levi can’t see it but Erwin is staring at him with a glimmer in his eyes, visibly amazed by watching his finger disappear inside of him. He wants to test Levi further and adds a second finger, but before he can push inside Levi winces, tensing up further around Erwin’s finger.
“Relax your muscles, Levi. You’re going to take it all the way in and you’re going to stay hard for me. That’s an order.”
Levi groans at the command, at the way his body forces him to relax and allow Erwin in without much resistance. He can hear Erwin chuckle behind him, can hear the amazement in his voice as he pushes in the second finger and stretches Levi further.
A moan escapes Levi's lips at the sudden intrusion, his nerves are clearly overwhelmed by trying to follow Erwin’s order and fighting his own mind at the same time.
“Well done Levi, but this isn’t enough. I’m afraid you’ll have to open up further for me.”
Levi can barely respond, his cock hurts from the pent up pressure while his body is adjusting around Erwin’s words, his entrance eager to welcome him. Erwin withdraws his fingers and takes his own length in his hand instead, giving himself a couple strokes before aligning himself against Levi’s hole.
“I want you wet for me, can you do that, Levi?”
Erwin doesn’t wait for a reply as he begins to push himself in – he knows it’s technically impossible for Levi to do so, but he wants to test the waters and see how far outside the realm of possibility Levi’s blood lets him go.
“Ah! Ah–” The sensation catches Levi off guard – his body reciprocates Erwin almost eagerly and stretches himself generously but the feeling is overwhelming, it’s simply too much. He can feel his length throb, desperate for some friction, anything at all. He can feel the sudden wetness inside of him, can feel the rumble of Erwin’s body as he laughs at him for it.
Erwin watches him closely, sliding in and then out again slowly to watch the wetness dripping out of Levi’s hole. He has slept with women before and enjoyed it, but this sensation is different. Levi’s insides practically wrap himself around him and it feels sinfully good. It looks like he shouldn’t be able to fit inside Levi’s smaller frame, but Levi’s body makes it work. Of course he does.
“Fascinating, you’re so wet… It’s like your body wants to please me. Don’t come yet, I want you to hold it in until I allow you to do so.” Erwin’s voice is low and somewhat strained. Levi hopes it will be over quickly.
Erwin proceeds to move and picks up speed, sliding in and out of Levi with ease.
Levi tries his best efforts to stay quiet with only a few strained grunts escaping him, until Erwin starts to go harder and faster and he simply cannot hold himself back anymore. He can feel Erwin’s cool, prosthetic hand at the back of his neck, holding him in position as he fucks into him.
“Louder Levi, ah– I want to hear you– I want you to enjoy it like you were born to take it–”
And Levi does. His moans are louder now, unhinged in a way that sounds foreign to his own ears. He’s had sex before but he’s never been fucked like this, with his ass rocking against Erwin to take him in as far as possible, with his hole throbbing and leaking around him. He wants to feel embarrassed for enjoying it but he knows it’s too late now. Erwin’s words have wrapped themselves around him like a spell.
“Ah– Ah! Erwin, ah— Please, I need to come–-”
Erwin doesn’t grant him his wish just yet. He toys with the idea of never letting Levi come at all, but that might just be taking it a step too far.
“Not yet, I want you to hold it. I want you to crave it–”
Erwin slowly pulls himself out of him, to Levi’s frustration, then grabs Levi by the hips to turn him around swiftly. Erwin’s movements are quick and precise, he positions himself between Levi’s legs and presses them up against his chest by his thighs, spreading him open even further.
It’s a beautiful sight to see Levi’s hole aching for him already, but to Erwin’s surprise he enjoys the sight of Levi’s face even more – his cheeks are rose colored, his lips are parted and wet and his hair is mussed, his eyes wild and chasing his. Erwin doesn’t wait long before slipping in again with a low moan.
Levi’s arms are practically limp beside him, he’s being folded in half in a way that should be painful but isn’t, even at the speed and strength with which Erwin is fucking into him. He can feel himself getting sore but it’s being overshadowed by the heat and lust he feels for the other.
His cock is leaking all over himself, strained from all the pressure and desperate to explode, so after fucking into him a few more times, Erwin finally grants him his wish.
“Come for me, Levi. Do it without touching yourself–”
The command catches Levi off guard as his body reacts faster than his mind. His whole body tenses around Erwin as he comes, painting streaks of lust all over his own chest and face with an intensity he has never felt before. His own voice sounds foreign to him, moaning Erwin’s name multiple times until it fades to a whimper all while Erwin pounds into him further and further until he, too, orgasms with an intensity that momentarily makes him lose his composure and drop his mask.
He presses a hand down on Levi’s abdomen as he thrusts one last time and comes deep inside of him.
Erwin stays like this for a while, the room is silent apart from their heavy breathing and beating hearts. He lowers himself closer to Levi’s face until he hovers above him, supporting himself on his prosthetic.
Levi looks up at him, all venom from his eyes now gone, visibly drowning in the endorphin rush while simultaneously being too exhausted to care about the mess on his face or to acknowledge his surrender.
Erwin slowly pulls himself out but stays in the position to look at Levi’s cum stained face, at his pretty eyelashes and pink lips which are practically inviting him at this point. To be loved by an Ackerman must be the highest form of ecstasy one could possibly feel and Erwin knows he just needs to say the words.
But he doesn’t give in just yet, doesn’t kiss him yet, no, that would be too soon. Like everything else, Erwin wants him aching for it until he deludes himself into thinking his feelings are his own.
“Levi, do you want me to fuck you like this again? Will you smile for me if I do so? I’d like to see you smile.”
And Levi does. He nods, and then the corners of his lips pull into a smile, his teeth slightly exposed.
“Yes, yes– Fuck me again, Erwin, please–”
And Erwin doesn’t need to be told twice as Levi’s smile gets him hard again immediately, thrusting back into him with more strength than before.
Levi laughs because Erwin tells him to and it’s beautiful.
He’s laughing as he’s getting fucked into, even when he’s on top and riding Erwin like he was always meant to do so, like he knows that he’ll spend the rest of his life doing so. Like he has finally found the purpose of his existence.
He will love Erwin, he will kill for him and he will die for him if Erwin wants him to.
And Erwin knows that he’s finally found him, his perfect Ackerman. A blessing for one and a curse for the other.