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"Levi, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
It's a freezing February night. The air itself has iced over and frost creeps up the panes of Erwin's single-glazed windows. The candles on the desk provide him little respite from the biting cold; the corners of his office are miserable and dark and unreachable. Beyond the courtyard the moon hangs pale in the sky and the tangle of bare branches sway in the night.
Levi stands ghostlike at the threshold, sliding the lock into place behind him. This isn't unusual for their late night meetings; Levi likes to let his guard down and the locked door makes him feel safer. Erwin can never quite pinpoint what Levi wants from these meetings now - sometimes they talk, other times share tea, other times still sit in their comfortable silence while Levi curls up on the armchair to read while Erwin works. Now they share a bed they don't need to fuck or hold each other here, not like their first early fumbles.
"Erwin," Levi says, voice low and flat, "come to bed."
"Not yet." Erwin doesn't look up, "I'm almost done."
"It's one in the fucking morning."
"I'm aware."
Levi tuts. Erwin catches the motion of Levi shaking his head in the corner of his eye. He's sure Levi is rolling his eyes as well, lip curling into one of his displeased little grimaces. Levi, blunt and bull-like as he is, will not give up easily.
"You're gonna work yourself to death."
Erwin doesn't humour him with a response. The paperwork needs to be done, and, frankly, it's his duty as Commander to work as much as needed, human body be damned. His soldiers give him their bodies, their minds, their lives - do they not deserve the same from him? It's the least they deserve, Erwin solemly believes, until he pays the rest of his debts in the next life.
Levi crosses the room without a further word, catlike with his silent footsteps, to stand directly behind Erwin. The hairs on the back of Erwin's neck pull taut and prickle. It's pleasant. He doesn't move. Levi stoops to read the letter.
"What's this? The funding report?"
"Mm-hmm," Erwin hums, pen scratching across the page.
"It's not due yet."
"I know."
"This is the third night you've been up like this."
"I know."
Erwin can hear Levi's soft level breaths, smell the scent of soap on his body. He must have showered recently. Levi likes nice soap, the fancy stuff Erwin swindles for him along with his tea. It's made with milk and scented with botanicals, sweet and earthy and bitter all at once and it suits him so terribly well. Something about Levi heats up the night, incandescent like a burning bolt of lighting or a wildfire roaring unbridled through the dark. Erwin doesn't feel as cold.
Levi cares for him so tenderly. Erwin could never have imagined. He can't even be sure what he had done to earn Levi's affection, nor what he could ever do to make it up to him.
"Erwin," Levi is very close now.
Erwin feels his breath searing on his neck, feels the timbre of Levi's voice rumbling in his chest like far-away storms in the summertime. Levi thrums with pent-up energy, all crackling roiling potential held back by his unbreakable mask.
"Once you work yourself to the grave," Levi leans further in, Erwin feels his breath draw closer to his nape, "I won't finish this bullshit paperwork, you know."
Levi is houndlike in this way; Once he has a want he bites down with all his feral might, sinks his teeth in deep, and he does not let go. Erwin's pulse kicks up, heart skittering like the hooves of a spooked horse frantic underfoot. Levi has always been exhilarating to him - always, since the first time they'd met in the reeking bowels of the underground. If they would ever be so fortunate as to spend a lifetime together Erwin was sure he would be ninety and bedbound and still left a giddy little schoolboy under the scrutiny of Levi Ackerman. It's a law of the universe, Erwin thinks, it must be, as sure as the sun rises in the East and as sure as the cycles of the moon: Levi will always be captivating.
"Won't you, Levi? Well, I'm afraid you won't be getting any more tea."
Levi snorts an amused little exhale.
"That'll be the least of my worries."
Levi's face is soft now, gazing down at him with a face softly rendered by the candlelight, his worry-lines smoothed out by the gentle guttering glow. It's a rare look, like a precious stone unearthed from the depths of the earth, and one Erwin alone is graced by. Of all the men alive it's him, only him, who gets to see Levi like this. He looks healthier now, his usual grey pallor burned away by the firelight. Without thinking, acting on pure animal instinct, Erwin stretches up to kiss him. Levi's lips are always soft, deceptively so. Every inch of him is rough and calloused and corded with bounds of thick-wound muscle - except his lips, painstakingly maintained and soft and clean. Warmth blooms in Erwin's chest. Levi's hand cups his cheek, Erwin can taste mint, and rubs his thumb across Erwin's cheek.
Levi pulls back. Erwin shifts to rise from his chair but Levi keeps him sat with a single firm hand on his shoulder.
"You're cruel, Levi."
"Aren't I just?"
Levi stoops to kiss him again. He moves with all the grace of a falcon folding his wings to dive, all sharp eyes and talons and claws, poised for the kill and whistling through the air like a comet from the heavens that cleaves a summer afternoon in two and leaves the whole world shuddering in its wake. He dips just slowly enough that Erwin yearns, hungers. Desire clouds his mind. Levi knows exactly how to tease him, as if they were two parts of the same whole. Oh, it makes Erwin ache.
They kiss, open mouthed, with Levi's two hands tugging on Erwin's collar, pulling him closer. Erwin can't help but whimper. His whole body, his whole soul, burns red-hot.
"Let me fuck you," Levi breaks away and speaks into Erwin's throat, breath searing on his skin.
Erwin gazes down at his report. His whole body thrums. His dick aches between his legs. He needs to finish the report, reply to an MP letter, and get a head start on the following expedition plans. He needs to finish it, wash, sleep, and get ahead on work tomorrow. Erwin screws his eyes shut, breathing deeply through his nose, trying to push the aching needing of body aside. His shoulders shudder with his breath. He needs.... He needs...
Levi trails his tongue hot and wet down the sensitive skin of Erwin's neck. He sinks his teeth into the flesh at the soft divot just below his jaw and Erwin groans, body rigid for a moment. He needs to finish the funding report. He needs Levi's dick.
"Levi..." His voice is a groan.
"Ah, you're right." Erwin hears the sneer in Levi's voice, "this paperwork does look very important."
Erwin grabs the back of Levi's neck as he moves to pull away, fingers pressed into Levi's soft skin and the bristles of his undercut. The thought of Levi leaving him now, taking away his warmth and his clean smell and his kind hands, kind lips, is so torturous that Erwin cannot possibly allow it to happen. How selfish he is.
"No, no," Erwin murmurs, "don't."
Levi's breath is steady, measured, always unshaken. No man nor monster can unseat his composure.
"Don't fuck you?" Levi
"Levi!"
Erwin moves to rise from his chair. In an instant, faster than an adder striking, Levi pushes him down with one sudden palm on the back of his neck and forces Erwin's cheek to the smooth mahogany of his table. A sickening, gut-wrenching wave of arousal blooms in Erwin's stomach. With a single deft movement Levi nudges Erwin's knees apart, bringing their hips level. The sheer power of him is unfathomable, entirely as ferocious as the titans themselves, or moreso, even. Levi is a force of nature unto himself, and it's all Erwin can do to yield.
Levi could kill him like this, easily, and yet his calloused hands are gentle on Erwin's nape, gentle down his sides, gentle on the hem of his shirt as he begins to unbutton it. Levi is so gentle it makes Erwin's chest ache, carves out a bit of him deep inside because a butcher like him could never deserve the kindness or mercy of a man like Levi. Erwin's hands are stained with the blood of so many uncountable souls, so many dead children, and yet he still takes Levi's attention, his love, his devotion, in spite of -
"Erwin, hey," Levi says, voice softening as he pulled away for a moment.
There's concern in the way Levi looks at him now, eyes narrowed and searching Erwin's face. The loss of Levi's closeness and the return of the freezing air jars Erwin back to the present. The cold air nips at him.
"It's okay," Erwin answers, "sorry."
"Don't be," Levi says simply, drawing back to him again.
Levi pulls his open shirt from his shoulders and reaches a hand forward to tug the buttons of Erwin's trousers undone, dragging them down to his ankles unceremoniously. Erwin stands in his bland military-issue underwear and the air smarts against his skin, biting at his pale exposed thighs as goosebumps rise along his bare legs. Levi brings his hands to Erwin again, iron-hot, laying kisses along Erwin's back as he strokes Erwin's thighs and works his hands around to his front.
He presses a palm, finally, mercifully, against Erwin's cock through the thin fabric. Erwin bucks up into the touch, chasing the raw pleasure of it. Levi presses down, grasps at his cock, plays at the head of it with his deft fingers. Erwin hisses, pushes up despite himself, and the moment he does Levi takes his hand away. He didn't have to look to know Levi would be wearing the sort of sadistic, amused little smile that made Erwin run hot.
"Levi, please."
Merciful tonight, and probably tired himself, Levi obliges after a few painful moments of deprivation and brings his hand back to Erwin's aching cock to rub at him again.
"Be good, then."
It's all Erwin can do to nod and clench his jaw shut and steel himself against the desk to keep his hips still. Levi knows exactly how to rile him up after all this time together - and Erwin sometimes even wonders if he'd known before, if Levi had taken one look at him with those steely, all-seeing eyes of his and gazed straight to the centre of his soul - just what Erwin needs. He senses when he needs it, as well. Like a good Samaritan happening across a lost wretched horse in the wilderness, Levi is always there to take the reins and lead him to safety.
Levi's cock presses hard against Erwin's ass, bringing his thoughts back to the present. Erwin loses track of time, panting there with his underwear wetted at the front and his cock twitching under light touches and full strokes and attention to the underside of the head that makes Erwin breathe Levi's name and squirm in place.
Levi takes his hands off again. Erwin's self-control snaps.
"Levi, I -"
He's shut up abruptly when Levi hooks his fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulls it off, leaving them to puddle around his ankles with his long-forgotten trousers. His cock juts free, reddened and desperate.
"Calm it, Erwin."
Erwin's face burns red ear to ear as Levi drops to his knees and presses a kiss to Erwin's bare rump. Years into their intimacy it still makes him blush like a teenager. He hears Levi fiddling in his pocket, picks up a faint clinking noise - Levi planned it all along, the crafty fucking thing, and Erwin shudders at the thought of Levi sitting alone in their quarters thinking, planning, imagining this - and hears the telltale noise of a cork being pulled. A knot of thick, sheer arousal throbs in the deepest, filthiest pit of his abdomen.
Levi doesn't tease him any longer, just slips a single lithe finger into him and immediately Erwin pushes back onto him. His legs are shaking already.
"Oh, fuck, Levi..."
"Mm-hmm."
Erwin hears the smile in his voice, feels it in how Levi's fingers push at his insides. He groans, whole body rigid for a half-second as Levi finds the spot. The molten hot pleasure is all Erwin can focus on. Levi's got two fingers in him now, and leans in to graze his teeth over Erwin's left thigh. The whole thick muscle twitches at the touch.
"Better than paperwork, huh?"
"Mmh, somewhat," Erwin concedes, scarcely able to hold his voice steady, and for his trouble he gets a particularly pointed thrust that makes him gasp, makes his cock leak thick and clear onto the floor.
Erwin's office is, mercifully, at the end of a corridor, away from the bunks and any prying ears. Before the two of them had moved into their quarters together, Erwin's office had been their preferred go-to rendezvous spot, close behind the stables and the clearing by the brook half a mile South. The thick stone walls of the office shield them from the outside world, from the soldiers and the titans and the stuck-up pigs in the capital.
Levi adds a third finger and Erwin gasps, hips jerking. He's so close already.
"Levi, you'd better just - better get on with it," Erwin warns, voice strained.
"Looks like I better had."
Erwin hears the amusement in his voice. Levi loves to do this, to toy with him and run circles around him and feel Erwin completely and utterly at his whim. It brings him some not insignificant pride, Erwin knows, to be able to reduce him to this.
Every one of his senses is piqued, every nerve in crackling, fervent overdrive, as Levi gives a single tender kiss to Erwin's back and lines himself up. He's slicked himself with oil already and presses into Erwin. Both of them groan low with the feeling of their joining. Erwin screws his eyes shut at the all-consuming feeling of Levi filling him. There's nothing now except the feeling of Levi's hands, his breath on Erwin's back, his chest pressed up close, his cock inching deeper.
Erwin shoves his hips back onto Levi's cock, unable to stop himself.
"Fuck!" Levi hisses.
Levi starts to fuck him now. He's moaning now too, through his clenched teeth and with each unbridled push of his hips. It's unceremonious, frantic almost, urgent. He thrusts harder, hands gripping Erwin's flanks, his hips, gripping so hard he'll bruise. Levi holds him in place with all the wild strength of an eagle with talons sunken into the flesh of a rabbit, poised to tear it in two and devour it.
Erwin moans curses and Levi's name, over and over as his cock bobs and leaks onto the paperwork - fuck the paperwork! . Levi fucks him with the same strength that fells titans, the same strength Erwin has seen kill men and save them alike, and all of it is focused on him, all of Levi's attention on him, Levi's body on him. Erwin shakes, his body stiff.
"Oh, fuck, Levi, Levi...!"
"That's it," Levi coaxes him along, voice ragged, "that's it, Erwin."
It's Levi's encouragement, his pleasure-wracked voice rasping low, and the sinking of his teeth into the thick meat of Erwin's back that sends Erwin over the edge. He moans through it, mind blank and fucked empty, and garbles a mix of fuck and Levi while his taut body is wracked by shudders and pleasure so deep he drowns in it. The room is gone, the headquarters is gone, everything on the whole miserable earth gone except for Levi and the way he smells and feels and how Erwin's body is set alight by each and every molecule of his body.
Levi takes his cock in hand and strokes him in time with each of his vicious thrusts. Erwin moans and shudders and his hips twitch, unable to decide between the hand on his cock and Levi fucking into him. The pressure deep in his belly gives all at once, like the earth rupturing and the building giving way beneath them, and he comes in thick spurts with his head thrown back and eyes screwed shut, grimacing, over the papers and polished wood of his desk.
Levi rubs circles into his hips, fucking him through it, ever-dutiful, ever-serving. Erwin relaxes into the aftershocks after what feels like forever, a blissful lifetime spent with Levi's hand on his cock. He groans.
"Fuck, Levi..."
Levi is still taut behind him, rigid and wordless. He must be close, he must be mad with want. Erwin can feel him quivering.
"Levi," Erwin sighs, his head all hazy, "go on. It's alright. Come in me."
He reacts in a split-second and it's like setting a caged bird free beyond the walls; Levi growls his name and without hesitation he's off. Erwin whines at the push of Levi's cock against his oversensitive insides, wanting to shove back and pull away from it both at the same time. Levi pants, breaths ragged as he chases his orgasm. He's mindless like this, lost in it, and Erwin wishes he could see Levi's face to watch the way Erwin knows his brows must be furrowing and his eyes must be glazed over and the way he always flushes pink so beautifully from the chest up when he fucks. Levi loses his rhythm all at once, his hands spasm where he grips Erwin's hips.
"Fuck, Erwin, it's so good, you're so good..."
"Levi..." Erwin sighs his name in response, too hazy still to say anything more.
Levi pins Erwin to the desk when he reaches his climax seconds later, burying himself as deeply as he can. The desk creaks along the flagstones with the force of it. Erwin swears he can feel him coming, feel Levi filling him up, marking him from the inside, and the feeling of being used by Levi is almost enough to set Erwin off again. His eyes flutter shut and he makes a high, soft noise in his throat while Levi groans and grunts and utters Erwin, Erwin over and over.
It ebbs, eventually, but Levi doesn't move right away. He holds Erwin close for a precious moment longer. His breathing calms and he presses a soft kiss to the blooming bruises he'd bitten into Erwin's flesh just minutes ago. Levi lays his hand over Erwin's on the desk and squeezes.
Exhaustion and bone-deep fatigue wash over Erwin. His eyelids feel tired, the darkness of the room lulls him halfway to sleep where he's stood. Now he's warmed and satisfied and tired the paperwork and reports strike him as so laughably irrelevant. It's as if all the week's tension has evaporated, his mind has been washed clean, and he now wants nothing more on the earth than to be close to Levi for the rest of the night, until obligation demands them to wake and work again tomorrow.
Levi slips out of him and Erwin hears him tuck himself away and button up his trousers. Erwin already knows he'll shower again before he sleeps.
Erwin gazes down at the semen-stained letter from the MPs laid out on his desk. In his post-sex giddiness, Erwin can only smile at it. He turns to face Levi, sitting back on the desk with his trousers still around his ankles. Levi looks up at him and he's granted another smile, a full, warm smile that makes his chest swell. Levi gets soppy like this sometimes, and each time he does Erwin wishes he could etch Erwin's smile into the cavern of his chest, into his mind and soul forever.
Levi stretches up and kisses him again, cups his cheek, and then leans back and makes to leave.
"Enjoy the paperwork."
*
Thirty minutes later Levi emerges, still-damp, from his second shower of the night. He rounds the corner to his bedroom and finds Erwin asleep already in their bed, curled up on his side with his hair strewn about wildly. Levi gives a small smile at the sight of him, stopping for a moment to watch the peaceful rise-fall of his chest and the slack worry-less expression on his face. There's a flourish of pride as he watches - he did this, at least in part. Levi gives a small, satisfied smile.
Erwin rouses when Levi sits down on the edge of the bed, bleary blue eyes opening just long enough to nuzzle up against Levi as he lies down. He gives a soft noise in the back of his throat, rolls over onto his side, and lays a single heavy arm across Levi's chest as he curls up to him.
The weight of Erwin's body is reassuring. Levi never sleeps well, but he rests better with Erwin there as a bastion against the nightmares. It's warm now, Levi thinks as he gives a long steady sigh and listens to the deep, rhythmic breathing of Erwin asleep again beside him. It's the two of them against the freezing dark void of the night.