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Levi frowns. He's almost wishing that he stayed in the army. He thought returning home would be a good idea and that it would give him a much needed sense of familiarity, maybe even some security and he could get a job and work through some bullshit self-improvement. But he was wrong. The place was even worse than it was when he left, villagers now just shambling mockeries of their former selves. It makes him feel sick, and he only now realizes that he's been picking at the various scabs that dot the inside of his arms, and he wipes away the small beads of blood. His search for supplies has now turned into a shameless search for another shot of heroin, another shot to keep him from losing his mind. He's already starting to get antsy again.
But maybe he already has. He glances over his shoulder, looking back at his former enemy. What was his name again? Levi doesn't care enough to ask, he looks away then. The two have been wandering the city all day, he can't even recall why the other agreed to follow him in the first place. The sudden sound of a gunshot makes him straighten up, looking around in a panic.
"Look alive, soldier," the older man smirks at him, and Levi puts on a bothered frown, "We can't have you slacking here now can we?"
Levi fiddles with his hands somewhat, glancing over to where the other shot, "I'm not slacking," he can't help but to find himself becoming defensive now, "I'm just... Thinking about how we can get out of here."
"Oh, thinking are you?" He can feel himself making a face as the other soldier steps close to him, "Seems more like daydreaming to me. Perhaps about that little girlfriend of yours? Maria, was it?" "Marina," he finds him self immediately correcting the other out of impulse, but the damn Bremen man keeps speaking, "Maybe you wish you were out here with her instead of me, get up to some... Alone time. Hah, wait, I forgot. That little addiction of yours, I doubt you could do anything for her. Am I wrong?"
His words make Levi feel incredibly embarrassed, but he can't deny he doesn't think of her in such a manner, even if he feels awkward after, "Well, I-"
"I'm not done talking yet, soldier," the man chuckles, "I have an offer for you, you see. You're the only one in this damn place giving me a chance, and I'm by far the most capable one here if I do say so myself. Besides, us soldiers need to stick together, don't you agree? So lets make a deal," Levi doesn't answer with words, only shooting the other an awkward glare, "I'll make sure both you and your little girlfriend aren't put in harm's way. All I ask in return is that you indulge my desires when they strike me. And before you say no..." The man makes a twirling motion with his gun, "I have quite the itchy trigger finger because of all of this, and I'm sure you understand that feeling. Would be quite a shame if such a pretty girl gave me a fright and ended up with a bullet in her head.."
...
Is he serious? Levi can't decide whether he feels confused at the offer, or if he's mad about Marina's life being threatened in such a way. Not to mention the fact that he isn't even attracted to men at all. But a part of him wants to say hey, why not, as he knows he would never be able to bring himself to request such a thing from someone as pretty as Marina, not in this situation. Also, he has a weird feeling he might end up in some unfortunate accident if he does. "Fine," he sighs, "just please don't bother Marina."
He hasn't gotten any weird requests from the other yet. But since then he's been reminded of the man's name and how he introduced himself: Pavel. Or Pav for short, Pavel Yudin for long, or the Bremen Pig by those with a particular distaste. He's too antsy to dwell on how stupid it is though. He's seriously considering throwing himself down a well and just dying. The search for any needles has been unsuccessful, and he's experiencing a growing sense of discomfort that he can't place.
"Hmm..." Pavel pauses and stands still, and Levi nearly bumps into him before the Bremen soldier turns to face him with a smirk, "I think I'm ready for my payment now. It's getting quite late now, and I don't want to keep you up past your curfew now."
Levi rolls his eyes, there's no use in arguing though so he just follows Pavel around to the back of a building, "Let's... Just get this over with."
"Now, now, don't be like that," Pavel chuckles, and Levi watches as he retrieves something from the pocket of his uniform... It's a needle, a needle that would put the things squirming under his flesh to rest for just a while longer. He reaches for it, and Pavel pulls it away, "Don't get impatient now. If you please me, maybe you'll get it as a reward."
Then he finds himself pushed against the wall, one hand keeping him cornered and another on his lower abdomen. He's about to speak, but his words are suddenly replaced with a whine as the hand on his abdomen presses down. He's confused but soon experiences a realization, and he looks at the other soldier with surprise which is just met with a confident smirk. It's a light and teasing press, applying a small sense of pressure before letting up.
"At first, I was surprised at how you never took a break this entire time. I thought perhaps you had some excellent personal discipline from being a soldier, but after seeing your disappointment in those empty used-up needles I understood why. Then I noticed how often you shifted your weight. But thankfully for you, the ever-so-generous Pav doesn't mind assisting his fellow soldier in this way."
"You..." Levi is interrupted by another whine, a harder press this time. He can feel his legs shake, "Don't you... Ever shut up?"
"What can I say," Pav chuckles, slowly rubbing and pressing his gloved hand against the other's clothed abdomen, "I enjoy hearing myself speak."
Levi rolls his eyes, before being caught by a moan. This is such a strange experience it's almost absurd, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't feel pleasurable. He's developed a bad habit of ignoring his own bodily needs, his addiction doing him no favors, and now he's realizing just how full he is. He begins fidgeting, his body resisting the idea that Pavel proposes, and he can't help but to begin panting softly. It's an uncomfortable sensation, itching a spot inside of him that he just can't scratch, but there's something pleasurable about the discomfort and the humiliation he knows will follow. He feels the hand that was caging him in move down to hold his hip with a squeeze and bring him forward to meet Pavel's hips.
Is he truly that entertained by Levi's squirming and whining? He almost wants to ask, but he is once again interrupted by a moan as the other begins to move against him. Being humped while being on the verge of pissing himself... This is probably the strangest thing he's ever going to experience ever. But he'd lie if he said he wasn't enjoying it, perhaps not as much as Pavel but still. Now he was purposefully holding on, finding his hands now on Pavel's shoulders squeezing tightly. Levi felt so aware of that sensation of fullness, how every movement jostled him and a few drops came out. He could feel the other's warm breath on him as he leaned closer.
He didn't expect his first kiss to be taken in such a way, but he can't bring himself to complain. The alien sensation of a tongue in his mouth results in a little more leaking out, and he moans into it as the other man's pace increases. He doesn't want to let go and have it be over, not yet, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to hold it in. He knows he's making all sorts of noises, probably making an embarrassing face too, but he doesn't find himself feeling ashamed. The sensation of being denied in such a way only makes him crave it more, even though it's only him denying himself that feeling of release.
The kiss breaks, and he can feel the saliva on his mouth. "You're doing so good for me, Levi," the other pants into his ear, squeezing his hips, "Such a good boy for ol' Pav." Hearing those words of praise stirs something in Levi, he just wants more. "Good boy, good boy," Pavel continues in a low and intimate tone, "Holding yourself in so well for me, such a good job... Such a good little soldier for me, my good little Levi."
It's such simple words, but it drives him over the edge. His will to hold on and prolong the encounter breaks, his body letting go whether he wanted to or not. He moans and shudders at the warmth and wetness, feeling it pool and run down his twitching leg. He can't stop it either, he's left to tremble and moan as he's engulfed by the sensations, all he can feel is that growing wetness and Pavel's movements becoming more erratic. The feeling of pleasure holds his body hostage as he's emptied, and he lets out a whine once he finds himself empty, wishing it went on for just a while longer.
Pavel's hips soon stop with one last harsh buck, and Levi stays there panting, the other soldier being the only thing holding him up and preventing him from collapsing in his own piss. With the stillness, he finally begins to feel himself calming down and the embarrassment sets in. It's even more embarrassing when it hits him just how much he enjoyed it. Especially since this is his one change of clothes, is he seriously going to have to go back to the train covered in piss? At least he won't be the only one, but still...
He doesn't let go of Pavel's shoulders though, because he refuses to get more piss on him than necessary. At least the other has the sense to help him move away from it, helping him slowly sit down on a spot that's dry and very much not covered in piss. Then Levi just sits there and covers his face in embarrassment, made even worse by how much he enjoyed it. He can hear Pavel walking around, but he's almost hoping he doesn't return and then the villagers just eat him so he doesn't have to face the others in such a state.
"May I interest you in a fresh change of clothes and heroin, my good little soldier?" He pulls his hands down as he hears Pavel speak, and it's like looking at his savior. Not Pavel, but the heroin and clean clothes. He then nods and slowly rises to his feet, reaching to take the clothing from him before once again something he wants is pulled out of his reach. "Not yet, or do you just want to run about with it all dried on your skin? We aren't too far from the lake, so come on. I'm not done getting what I want from you," he speaks confidently with a smug smirk, and Levi lets out a defeated sigh.
Why did he get himself into this?