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Eren dunked his rag into a bucket of water and slapped it down on the floorboards. There was an owl hooting outside, its deep and oscillating calls adding a sense of calm to the night. He hardly ever heard the trills of nature from where he slept down in his cell. The sound was pleasant, soothing, and gave him something interesting to listen to while he was down on his knees to scrub the floors.

Captain Levi had gone off to a meeting some time ago. It was exclusively for the higher ranks of the Survey Corps, with some traveling from their own stations to join in on the discussion.

Bureaucratic shit, as the Captain had called it. He’d left with a stack of paperwork under his arm and a rigid gait. The monthly meetings were nothing more than a vexation to him, and that was why Eren had taken it upon himself to make sure his Captain would come back to a sparkling clean floor in his office.

He’d grown quite close with Captain Levi. Too close, his friends often told him. There was no such thing as far as Eren was concerned. He enjoyed bringing tea to Levi’s office, helping him sort through his paperwork, listening to him cuss and grumble over whatever bullshit mission had worked its way through the pipeline. Just being able to spend time with him made Eren feel a little bit less like a weapon of mass destruction. Levi made him feel appreciated, useful, and maybe even human.

Eren scrubbed harder at the floorboards. The two lanterns that lit the room were set on a low flame, but still their light bounced off the dark wood floor like sun on a lake. He only had a small area left, and although he had planned to be done and gone by the time Levi returned, a part of him did hope that the Captain would find him here and see how hard he’d been working. It’s not like he could go to sleep, anyways. Levi had the keys to his cell.

Despite any fondness they may have formed for each other, Levi would one day be the one to kill him. Eren didn’t mind that, though. He took it as a compliment that only Humanity’s Strongest Soldier could be entrusted with the task of ending his life. It wasn’t something he hoped would happen anytime soon, but he did think about every now and then. He wondered what Levi would look like in that moment. Whether he would look sad, or angry. Whether Eren would catch a glimpse of Levi’s heart before his own stopped still.  

It was morbid, he knew. That’s why he kept those sorts of thoughts to himself.

He kept other thoughts to himself, too. The ones that would be too inappropriate for him to even consider saying aloud. Especially to Levi, of all people. There were times where he imagined doing it. Admitting to how his insides twisted whenever Levi patted him on the shoulder; whenever he touched his hand while passing him paperwork to file away; whenever Levi scoffed into the rim of his teacup and hid what Eren was sure to be at least half a smile. If only Levi knew how he made Eren’s chest ache and his knees weak.

The probability of Levi telling him to fuck off was enough to deter him.

So, Eren just scrubbed the floors. The office had a musty smell that they had so far been unable to remove. It wasn’t bad; barely noticeable above the tang of burning oil but there, nonetheless. The next time it rained, he would be sure to check for any leaks in the ceiling that might be letting moisture in. You’d think that someone of Levi’s importance would be given better dwellings.

Eren sighed as he submerged his rag in the water.

It was then that the door was kicked open.

Levi entered the room with less decorum than usual. He was practically stumbling, hissing a curse as he tried to close the door with his foot while simultaneously yanking his arms out of his uniform jacket. He had either had a horrendous evening, or… yeah.

Eren could smell the whiskey from across the room. “You all right, Captain?”

“Fuck–” Levi spun around, but the surprise on his face only lasted for a split second. “Are you trying to make me shit myself?”

Eren looked down to hide the smile on his face. “No, Sir. You just looked like you could use some help is all.”

“I don’t.” Levi stared at him while dumping his jacket down on the desk. The garment messed up a small pile of papers, but for once, he didn’t really seem to care. He sat down at his desk, then, with a grunt, slouched over until his head thumped down into his jacket.

Eren had never seen him like this before. Just how drunk was he? Levi had always had a high tolerance, and so he must have really hit the liquor to find himself in such a state. “Are you going to sleep like that?”

“Mm.”

“You’ll get a sore neck.”

“Don’t care.” Levi turned his head, just enough to peer out from the dark of his jacket. “You’re with cleaning?”

Eren almost snorted. “Yes, Sir. I’m with cleaning.”

“Good. Finish it.”

Eren was happy to. He carried on with the floors, scuffing around on his knees to the small section that he had yet to do. Levi watched him the entire time. He didn’t mind, not at all, but it was a tad awkward. By the time he was done, he thought that Levi might have dozed off at his desk.

He was wrong.

“You’re pretty when you sleep.”

Eren nearly choked on his own spit. He didn’t know if Levi was talking to him or just muttering to himself, but either way, his face flushed a furious red as he looked towards the desk. “Sir?”

“Your face goes soft; like you’re not hellbent on slaughtering everything you see,” Levi said. The words were somewhat slurred, but still very much understandable. “There’s no rage. No vengeance. Just something…” Levi’s eyes were pinned to him. His dark pupils glinted along with the lantern’s flame. “Something different.”

There was a noticeable shift in the room; a change from their comfortable small talk to something tense and unknown. Drunk or not, Eren quickly realised that Levi was, in fact, being quite serious.

“Captain,” Eren said with some hesitation. “How often do you watch me sleep?”

Levi stared at him, dead silent. He only seemed to realise now that he’d been talking out loud.    

“I hadn’t noticed at all.” Eren twisted the rag in his hand, using the damp cloth as a means of keeping himself calm during this volatile conversation. He didn’t want Levi to go quiet. He wanted to know more. “Do you come into my cell?”

Levi shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Sometimes,” he said, eyes then narrowing as a scowl sunk into his features. “But I’ve never…”

Eren’s heart was pounding away in his chest. Some people – most people – might have found Levi’s admission unsettling. Not him. The idea that Levi could be so interested in him, so deeply fascinated by him, that he would sneak into his cell and watch him sleep? It lit a fire of excitement in his gut. “Never what?”

“Forget it – sorry.” Levi dropped his gaze for the first time since their conversation had started. He shifted his face against the leather of his jacket, then raised a hand to anxiously rake his fingers through his hair. “Fuck. I sound like a perverted pig.”

Electricity was sparking through Eren’s veins. It was times like these that he wished he could just crack open Levi’s head and see everything that was hidden inside. “Watching someone sleep doesn’t make you a pervert.”

“No?” Levi scoffed bitterly. However, it was clear that his resentment was directly solely at himself. “But what if, sometimes, that’s not all I want.”

“What else do you want?” Eren watched Levi’s face in anticipation. He was on the brink of something, he knew it. He was so close to the truth that he couldn’t stop himself from barrelling towards it headfirst. “Captain, do you… do you think about touching me?”

“Eren.”

“Do you?”

“I haven’t,” Levi bit back. He sat up, eyes stabbing into Eren so vehemently that he must’ve thought he was being accused of something. “I have never touched you.”

“I know.” Eren trusted every word that came out of Levi’s mouth. However, the level of distress his question had caused convinced him that the answer was a firm yes. Levi thought about touching him… while watching him sleep. The realisation left Eren shocked, exhilarated, and surprisingly, somewhat aroused. “But if you wanted to, then…”

Levi was back to staring. His shoulders were tense, and the nature of their conversation appeared to have sobered him up a bit.  

“Maybe you should, Sir.”

What followed was a silence that seemed to last forever. Levi’s face changed quite drastically, cycling through confusion and denial before finally landing on apprehension. “What?”

Eren fought hard not to lose his nerve. “If I gave you permission beforehand, then that’s fine, right?”

“What?” Levi repeated, his voice sharpening with irritation. “Eren, shut the fuck up. We are not talking about this.”

“We’ve been talking about it for a while now.” Eren wasn’t backing down. Simply thinking about Levi coming to him under the cover of night, in secret and with vulgar intentions, was enough to make his heart pound and his dick hard. He couldn’t think of anything more thrilling than to be there, at the mercy of Humanity’s Strong Soldier, vulnerable and defenceless. Levi could use him however he saw fit. “Sir,” Eren said while standing in a rush of eagerness. “If you want to touch me while I’m asleep, then you have my permission. You can touch me anywhere. Under my clothes, in any way you want. You can even–”

“Get out.”

The venom in his voice made Eren’s back straighten. “But–”

Levi stood and slammed his hands down on the desk. “Jaeger, get the fuck out of my office!”

Eren’s face paled. Without another word, he marched towards the door in hopes of escaping before Levi decided to hurl a chair at him. He retreated into the dark hallway and was startled when the door slammed shut behind him.

All things considered; that could have gone a lot worse. But Eren was still mortified.

Where had he gone wrong? Levi had been the one to bring it up, and Eren had simply offered to give him what he wanted. What they both wanted. Was he ashamed? Embarrassed? God, maybe he thought Eren had been making fun of him. In Levi’s mind, that probably seemed a hell of a lot more likely than Eren actually being interested in his unusual fetish. Maybe Levi hadn’t even come to terms with his own interest in it. Was he the first person Levi had had these thoughts about?

Whatever the reason, Eren sure as fuck wouldn’t be bringing it up again tonight. He would have headed straight down to the dungeon and gone to bed, if it weren’t for one small problem.

With a clench of his jaw, he turned around and gently rapped his knuckles against the door. “Uh, C-Captain, I’m so sorry, but I need you to–”

The door half-opened. Levi stood there, glaring at him, except now he looked more saddened than he did enraged. He passed over the iron loop that held the keys to the dungeon. “Goodnight.”

With that, the door was closed in Eren’s face once again.

The following day, Eren was restless as he walked outside for training. He had no idea what they were doing today. It would probably be another tedious transformation exercise, testing the limits of his abilities, but he couldn’t care less about that. All he wanted was to see Captain Levi and find out if he was still angry with him.

Eren had spent the night staring at a brick wall. He had gone over their conversation again, again, and again, until he was certain that he hadn’t misunderstood what Levi had been saying. There was no other interpretation. Levi was attracted to unconscious bodies – or maybe it was just Eren’s body that he liked. It didn’t matter which. Eren was just thrilled that he was the one Levi had fixated on.

When he finally spotted Levi, Eren swallowed. He was standing in front of the stables and saying good morning to his horse.

This suddenly seemed a lot more difficult than he’d imagined last night. Because now, Levi wasn’t drunk. He wasn’t the more approachable man he often became when they spent time alone in the evenings, and he wasn’t the shit-talking asshole that Eren liked to banter with over a late-night cup of tea. During training, Levi was nothing more than his Commanding Officer.

And that scared the shit out of him.

“Captain Levi,” Eren said, boots trudging through the dirt as he made his way towards the stable.

Levi gave him a quick side-eye before going back to petting his horse. His eyes were heavy and dark, and his frown was more prominent than usual. He certainly wasn’t happy to see him.

Eren stopped beside him and cleared his throat. There was nobody else around, but as they were still in public, he thought it best to be more subtle with his words. “Um, about last night…”

Levi visibly stiffened. He refused to look at Eren, but at least that meant his intoxication hadn’t been enough to make him forget what had transpired.

“I just wanted to say, Sir, that I took what you said very seriously. I wasn’t taunting or ridiculing you, but I’m sorry if I made you feel that way. I know it must’ve seemed strange for me to suddenly say what I did…” Eren paused when Levi’s head finally turned to look at him. Levi’s face was as passive as usual, schooled into a look of unwavering apathy – but in his eyes was an undeniable glint of curiosity. “But it meant it. I think we share a… common interest. So, I just wanted to tell you once more.” He met Levi’s gaze with confidence. “I would always enjoy your company, Captain.”

Levi stared at him for a while longer. The silence was unnerving. Eventually, he stepped back from the stable and turned to face Eren front-on. “You’ve got some big fucking balls, Jaeger.”

Eren chose not to respond to that.

“And I have a lot to consider.”

“Of course,” Eren said, suffering from the heat that was slowly creeping up his neck. He reached into his jacket, retrieved the dungeon keyring and held it out in front of him. “Would you like this back, Sir?”

Levi barely glanced at the keys before shaking his head. “It’s best that you hang onto it. Just…” He hesitated, then continued with stern eyes and a lowered voice. “Remember to lock up at night.”

When Levi walked off, Eren shoved the keys back into his jacket and savoured the exhilaration that travelled down his spine.

The next few days saw Eren stewing in anticipation. He was so excited, so high on the thrill of it all, that he could barely get any sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about it.

About if – and when – he might wake up and find Captain Levi hovering over him. If he’d open his eyes to the feeling of Levi’s hands wandering over his body, his skin, running down between his legs and touching him in the most intimate of places. Eren was a heavy sleeper. Once he was out, there wasn’t much that could rouse him. How long would Levi be able to play with his body before he woke up? How far would he take it?

Eren had even started worrying about how he fell asleep. Was he in an attractive position? Was he wearing clean clothes? He would be horrified if Levi came in and saw him drooling all over himself. Fuck, it was all he thought about.

However, Eren’s fantasies were entirely dependent on Levi meaning what he had said.

Remember to lock up at night .

There was only one possible interpretation of the cryptic order. Eren had the keys to his own cell, and if he left it unlocked… Levi would take it as an open invitation.

Eren hadn’t locked his cell a single night since that conversation. He had started taking his showers in the evening, right before lights out, and he always made sure to thoroughly clean anywhere his fingers could reach. He wanted to be prepared; the perfect treat, served on a shining silver platter for his Captain’s enjoyment.

But so far, nothing had happened. It had been almost a whole week since Levi had walked into his office drunk and loose-lipped. Over time, Eren was starting to worry that Levi had lost interest, or that he simply couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Although, there was nothing to say that Levi hadn’t been visiting him at night. He could just be watching; standing over Eren’s sleeping form and slowly building up his confidence. There was no way of knowing. Levi could be stroking his cheek, touching his hair and examining his body, and Eren had no fucking way of knowing.

He felt like he was about to burst.

Maybe Levi liked to tease himself with it. With the knowledge that he could have Eren, every last scrap of him, but not yet. He was probably thinking about it. Building it up in his head. Enjoying the thrill and temptation before one day allowing himself to succumb. Like chasing prey, he had to be patient, for the hunt often felt just as good as the kill.

It was that night that something different happened.

In the morning, Eren opened his eyes to the usual darkness of his cell. He’d become very good at guessing the time, a skill that was forced on him by the lack of natural light in the dungeon, and he knew that it was still quite early. It took him a moment to gain his bearings, and a sudden chill finally made him realise that something was amiss. Eren’s pulse thumped in his ears as he glanced down at himself.

The sheets were crumpled at his feet. His shirt was unbuttoned… and so were the front of his pants. His shirt was open, fabric hanging at his sides to expose his torso, and streaked across his stomach was a semi-dry, whitish substance. Fuck. Levi had been here. He’d peeled back Eren’s clothes and masturbated over his body, not even bothering to clean up after himself or make the scene any less obvious. Levi wanted him to know exactly what he’d done.

Eren’s skin was burning up. The sight alone gave him an erection that strained uncomfortably against his pants. Fuck… fuck . He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so turned on. With the evidence Levi had left behind, Eren could easily construct a sequence of events in his head:

Levi came down into the dungeon and found Eren’s cell unlocked. It always was – always begging him to enter and do as he pleased. He opened the door slowly, announcing his presence with only the faintest squeak of metal. He spent a few minutes in silence, merely inhabiting the room with his eyes fixated on the bed, watching. Eren was always there; breaths shallow and steady, lips slightly parted as he slept. He had that soft look on his face. Unthinking, unresisting. Levi appreciated the sight of him for some time, then approached the side of the bed. He always watched… only watched. But tonight, with Eren offering himself so willing, he couldn’t resist.

Eren had already closed his eyes to better enjoy the fantasy playing out in his head. He ran a hand down his stomach, smearing Levi’s cum over his skin as he reached into his pants. He slowly palmed at his erection, teasing himself, and he bit his lip as a feeble moan creeped up his throat.

Levi unbuttoned Eren’s shirt with slow and precise movements. Even in the low light of the lanterns, he became more aroused as each inch of skin was revealed to his prying eyes. He relished the rise and fall of Eren’s chest, the expansion of his lungs as they filled with long and calm breaths. His excitement grew as he touched Eren’s skin. It was so warm and soft, and the feeling drove him to indulge even further. Levi’s hands were light; fingertips running along the grooves of Eren’s stomach before moving back up. He circled around Eren’s nipple, impressed by how it hardened even in his sleep, but Levi wasn’t worried. Eren showed no signs of waking.

“Shit…” Eren whispered as he pulled his cock out of his pants. He was so hard, a fire blazing in his gut as he fell deeper into his imagination. He could almost feel Levi’s hands on him. The building anticipation, the red-hot desire that Levi must have felt while exploring his unconscious body. He moved his hand along his erection, slowly fisting his shaft as his pulse raced and his breaths quickened.

Levi’s veins were flooded with desire. He could now, finally, have Eren all to himself. His hand moved down Eren’s lithe body, fingers popping open the button at the front of his pants and dipping inside. He looked, touched, ever so gently. Eren had become slightly aroused. It fuelled him, the knowledge that Eren appreciated his attention even in sleep. Levi had waited so long for this. He caressed Eren’s half-hard dick in his fingers, feeling the heat of silken skin, but he didn’t go any further than that. No, he was already high on temptation. Anymore, and he might combust. With his other hand, Levi undid his own pants and pulled out his aching cock. His thick and muscular shaft rested heavy in his hand and tensed in the cold air. Clear fluid leaked from his slit as soon as he started stroking himself.

“A-ah,” Eren moaned, starting to fist himself faster as his blood rushed in his ears. He didn’t know what Levi’s dick looked like, but he was more than happy to make something up. He imagined it would be big, straining in Levi’s grip, covered in thin purple veins and flushed red with arousal. Fuck, he wanted to see it. He wanted to have Levi’s cock in his hand, his mouth, his ass. He wanted Levi to devour him. “Ah, f-fuck… Captain…”

Levi couldn’t wait any longer. He clenched his jaw to stop any sounds from slipping out, abdomen tensing as he tried to keep his breaths quiet. His hand slipped out of Eren’s pants to move back up his torso, caressing random patches of skin and gently rubbing Eren’s nipples. Levi stoked himself slow and firm, enjoying the gradual build of pleasure as he moved his hand along his cock. All while touching Eren. He moved up the side of the bed, allowing his fingers to follow the curve of Eren’s neck and rise over his jaw. His face looked so peaceful… so pretty.

Levi wouldn’t last as long as he’d hoped. He stepped closer and, on a whim, lightly slid his leaking cockhead between Eren’s parted lips. Maybe he would be able to taste it when he woke up. Levi jerked himself faster, a few soft hums and groans managing to sneak out despite his best efforts. He wanted to come on Eren’s face. But, he thought, that might be a bit much. His hand ran back down Eren’s body instead, focusing on his tender flesh and erect nipples, the dip of his navel and the beautiful flat of his sternum. He couldn’t stop. It felt so good – too good – to have Eren in this way. It wasn’t long before Levi reached the end of his rope. He tensed, groaned under his breath, and watched with hooded eyes as he squirted thick strings of cum over Eren’s stomach.

“Oh, oh… fuck, L-Levi,” Eren keened while desperately sliding his hand along his erection. His legs were trembling, his body alight with pleasure, until his hips finally bucked up in a wave of burning ecstasy. “Aah!” His cum splattered onto his stomach, dribbled over the back of his hand, and combined with the mess Levi had left behind to put him in a truly sloppy state. He was breathless, dick raw and twitching as his release slowly dripped down his shaft.  

“God…” Eren flopped back down into his pillow with a relieved sigh. It’s been a while since he’d gotten himself off so good. The buzz lingered in his mind for a few minutes, but once it had faded, he realised that he would have to get up soon if he wanted to sneak in a shower before breakfast.

Later that morning, Eren was back out in the training grounds. He was nervous.

It was only a matter of time until he ran into Captain Levi. He was overseeing the morning training with Hange standing at his side. Eren sucked in a deep breath before walking up to them.

Hange saw him first. “Hi, Eren. We’re going to start your titan training in half an hour or so.”

“Okay,” Eren replied vacantly. Despite his best efforts, his face turned a flustered pink as soon as glanced over at Levi. They held each other’s eyes for a moment.

“Good morning, Eren,” Levi said. He stared intently, eyes sharp and burning with interest. He knew that Eren knew, and now he was searching for a reaction. Maybe he expected Eren to be disgusted by what he’d done. Maybe, in some way, last night was a test. To see what Eren thought of it and how he would respond. Levi’s eyes narrowed. “How are you?”

“Very good, Sir.” Eren’s heart was thrumming with adrenaline. He held Levi’s gaze, then gave him a small but knowing smile. “I slept really well last night. I’m hoping it’ll continue.”

Levi took a deep breath. His eyes remained pinned to Eren’s; lips pressing together in a way that suggested he was both impressed and frustrated by the provocation. He looked away and replied casually, “I’m sure it will.”

Eren swallowed thickly. “Um, well, I’m going to go grab a glass of water before training starts. I’ll be back soon.” Once he’d gained a nod of approval, he then spun on his heel and tried to make it back to the mess hall without looking too flustered. He heard them talking as he walked away.   

“Huh, is Eren having trouble sleeping?”

“Not anymore.”

Over the next week and a half, there were two more occasions where he woke up in a similar state of undress. Each time, Levi escalated further. The first morning Eren had woken with cum smeared across his face, and the second, his pants were pulled down to his ankles so that Levi could explore every inch of his body. Both times Eren masturbated as soon as he woke up. He just wanted more and more, and he certainly wasn’t the only one.

Levi was getting braver, bolder. Becoming more confident as he discovered just how much he could do without disturbing Eren’s sleep.

Eren had never been so excited to go to bed each night. He pushed himself harder during training, always tried to exhaust himself so that he would sleep more soundly. And then, Eren started to tease him. He took naps in the mess hall where he knew Levi could see him, and he tried to flaunt his body during the standard exercise drills. He wanted to provoke him; taunt him into taking their little game just one step further.

Eren prepared himself every single night – even though he now knew that Levi didn’t like to visit him twice in a row. Levi liked to wait, it seemed. Tease himself and deny himself until he couldn’t any longer, and that was when he would finally enter Eren’s cell and take what he was desperate for. A rush of pleasure. Eren liked the thought of that. Of Levi, his stoic Captain, so horny and on-edge that he just couldn’t stop himself from sneaking down to Eren’s cell in the middle of the night. To undress him, masturbate over his sleeping body, touch him wherever he desired and then come for the first time in days.

Most recently, Eren had started sleeping in nothing but his underwear. He thought it would make things easier. However, it had been longer than usual since anything had happened. He was starting to wonder if, maybe, Levi enjoyed the ritual of undressing him. Maybe he missed it.

Or maybe… Levi just wanted to edge himself even further this time. Just watch, make himself wait for it, torture himself over how easy it would be until he was teetering on the side of a cliff. Eventually, he would have to fall.

And fall he did.

In his sleep one night, Eren slowly became aware of certain sensations. There was warmth all around him, a subtle weight on his back, the fleeting sense of someone touching him. A stretch… pressure deep in his gut, and a strange discomfort that made his eyelashes twitch. He really was a heavy sleeper.

Eren’s brows furrowed slightly. He was roused by movement, just a gentle back and forth. It felt good. Intense, aching, but good. Someone was breathing behind him; panting in a way that sounded strained. It was too much for his senses to ignore. Eren’s eyes cracked open, the side of his face pressed firmly against his pillow, and a gasp was silenced in his throat as soon as he realised.

Levi was having sex with him.

It all flooded Eren’s mind at the same time. He was laying on his stomach, his legs spread, and Levi was hovering over his back. Levi’s cock was moving inside him. So slowly, carefully, sliding in and out of his tightly stretched hole. Eren was almost overwhelmed by it. He could feel just how painfully hard Levi’s cock was, and fuck, it felt so fucking good, massaging his insides as Levi gently rocked into him.

Eren’s muscles tensed as a moan squeaked in his throat. He was already hard himself, his erection finding little relief as it became trapped between his torso and the sheets. Warm, slick liquid was dripping down between his legs to coat his thighs and balls. He could barely believe it. Levi had managed to come down here, rid of his underwear and bury his thick cock in Eren’s ass, all without waking him. Eren let out another faint moan.

Levi froze; hips going still and his breaths all but stopping. He was waiting.   

Eren didn’t want to ruin this. He wanted nothing more than to let Levi to live out his fantasy, enjoy every second of it; this thrilling moment that they’d been building up to since the beginning. Eren relaxed his body and controlled his breathing. He didn’t let it show how fast his heart was racing in his chest. He laid motionless, silent, and pretended that he was still fast asleep.

A minute or so passed. Levi watched, listened, and eventually, he was convinced.

Levi started moving again. He carefully placed a hand beside Eren’s head, holding himself up so that he wouldn’t put too much pressure on Eren’s back. Levi’s hips resumed the same torturous pace, slowly sliding his cock into Eren’s ass while attempting to mask the hitch of his breath. His erection was practically throbbing with how aroused he was.

Pretending was going to be more difficult than Eren had thought. Levi’s length pushed deeper inside him, the shaky and shallow breaths of his Captain accompanied only by a gentle squelching sound. It was so hard not to moan or cry out – and damn near impossible not to push back with his hips and demand that Levi fucks him harder. Eren bit his bottom lip and took what he was given. He could only hope that Levi couldn’t see his face very well, for he had no control over how his expression twisted with pleasure and exhilaration.

This was exactly what he’d wanted. For Levi to use him, violate him, grip his life in his hands and treat him like a plaything. Not a monster. Not a beacon of hope. Just himself; weak, vulnerable and defenceless. At the mercy of Humanity’s Stronger Soldier. Desired, adored, longed for. He was Levi’s to break and bend. For now, for tonight, that was all he wanted to be.

The longer Eren showed no signs of waking, the more reckless Levi became. He stopped for a moment, shifted, and then made Eren’s eyes flutter by pouring a bit more lube onto his sensitive hole.

Levi got back into position; now allowing himself to hover dangerously close to Eren’s back. He moved with less caution, starting to properly thrust into Eren’s ass with the full length of his cock.

Eren let out a soft whine, but it sounded feeble enough for Levi to believe that he was moaning in his sleep. The delicious drag of Levi’s length was burning up his insides; lightly sliding over his prostate and pressing deep within him. A wet patch had formed beneath his straining erection, the arousal and stimulation causing precum to leak from his tip and dribble down onto the sheets. Listening to Levi made him hornier than anything. How Levi panted in his ear with shallow and rugged breaths, how he groaned so softly as he struggled to stay quiet. Those soft moans sent shivers down Eren’s spine. He could tell just from the strain in Levi’s voice that he was enjoying himself, losing himself more and more to each crackling spark of pleasure.

Eren’s breath caught in his throat as Levi’s started touching him elsewhere. Levi’s spare hand ran up his side and slid under his stomach, lightly groping his chest and abdomen before shifting higher up. Eren almost bit through his lip when Levi located one of his nipples. Levi’s fingers circled around his bud, gently rubbed and squeezed it, all of which caused Eren’s body to shiver as his muscles tightened around Levi’s erection.

“Fuck…” Levi whispered, his voice low and trembling. He continued teasing Eren’s nipple with soft pinches and flicks. “I always knew you’d be a slut for my cock.”

Eren curled his toes to stop himself from moaning. Fuck, fuck, fuck . If Levi was going to whisper in his ear like that, he had no idea how he was going to survive. Chewing his lip was dangerous, and so Eren discreetly shifted his head so that he could bite down into his pillow. He was already at his boiling point. He felt like he could come any second now, just from the fingers teasing his nipple and Levi’s cock in his ass. Every thrust filled him to the brim, stretched his open and parted his walls around Levi’s rigid length. He couldn’t, he couldn’t…

“You’re hard,” Levi breathed, his hand sliding down from Eren’s nipple to gently stroke his erection. He was slowly becoming more vocal. Losing himself in the moment and forgetting all about the risk of Eren waking. Levi seemed to enjoy whispering to him, and probably even got off on the fact that he couldn’t respond. “You love being my little toy, don’t you, Eren? Yeah… you were just begging to be fucked like this.”

Eren bit harder into his pillow. Levi gently played with his dick, stroking his shaft and circling his fingertip over Eren’s wet and dripping slit. He couldn’t take much more. Eren was twitching and trembling and fizzing in pleasure, the fire in his gut spreading through his veins and burning every inch of his being.  

He couldn’t let Levi know he was awake. Not yet.

“You’re making such pretty sounds, Eren. You’re so desperate for me… I wonder if I can make you come in your sleep.”

Eren’s groin was throbbing hotly. The hand playing with his dick, the pleasure singeing in his gut, both heightened by the low and dangerous husk of Levi’s voice. He wanted to. He wanted to give Levi everything he wanted. It felt so good, like he was putty in Levi’s hands and had no choice but to obey. Levi started thrusting faster, and the extra stimulation on his prostate was enough to throw him over the edge.

“Nnmm… nngh,” Eren whined and writhed, teeth almost tearing a hole in his pillowcase as Levi fucked him through an orgasm. His body was seized with pleasure. Cum gushed from his twitching cock and spilled over the bedsheets, further adding to the puddle of fluid that had already accumulated there.

“Fuck, you like that?” Levi’s hips stuttered as Eren rim clenched around him. He stoked Eren’s cock a few more times, waiting until a meek whine echoed in Eren’s throat to slide his hand back up to his nipple. “Yeah, you do... I know you’ve been dying to fuck yourself raw on my cock. You’re a dirty boy, Eren; always showing off your body in front of your Commanding Officer.”

Eren let out a broken whine. He kept his act up even now, refusing to give up on his performance for Levi’s sake. He just laid there and took it – smothering his high and breathless moans into quiet keens of desperation. His pillowcase was wet, saliva seeping through the fabric he was gnawing on. He couldn’t give up now. No matter how much his legs shook, regardless of the tears of overstimulation that were dampening his lashes. He wanted Levi to be satisfied.

Levi’s finger circled around Eren’s nipple as he leaned down to lightly press his chest against Eren’s back. His lips ran up the curve of Eren’s neck, tickling his sensitive skin with short and humid puffs of breath. He whispered, “I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

A shiver shot down Eren’s spine. He was trembling, the air like fire in his lungs.

“How you’re always doing what I tell you; always being such a good boy for me.” Levi lifted himself up with a deep groan. He sat back on his knees and shifted closer, then used both his thumbs to pull apart Eren’s ass cheeks. “When you wake up, my cum is going to be dripping from your tight little hole. Just like you’ve always wanted.”

“H-hnng…” Eren’s fingers twisted in the sheets as Levi started thrusting into him hard and fast. It was the brutal fuck he’d been waiting for; Levi’s fat cock pounding into his core and making his sensitive body combust with ecstasy. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak even if he wanted to, as his mind was totally fried on that hot, hot pleasure.

Levi grunted and groaned, his thumbs leaving bright red marks on Eren’s ass. The squelching became louder, obscene, as his thrusts squished the lube out Eren’s hole and caused it to dribble down between them.

“Hnn, m-mnn…” Eren scrunched his eyes shut and relished every jolt of Levi smacking into him. Levi must be testing him now; seeing just how much he could endure before finally waking up. Eren didn’t want to, though. He wanted to keep playing, wanted to give Levi the thrill of coming inside his unconscious body. It aroused him just to imagine how excited Levi must be. To have his way with him, fuck him like an animal without Eren having any awareness of it. Unable to respond, resist, or object. He was helpless. “Nng… hmn…”

Levi lifted Eren’s hips and pulled him closer. “That’s it, Eren… moan like a slut for me. I bet you’re dreaming about me right now.”

Eren keened higher; the sound nothing but a horny and desperate whine in his throat. He tilted his hips up, bent his stomach towards the bed, the change subtle enough that Levi didn’t even notice. Fuck… fuck; Levi’s cock was on just the right angle, in just the right spot. He wanted to scream. Instead, he bit down into his pillow as his body convulsed, another orgasm ripping through his being and shaking him to the very core. He came into the sheets with another tremble of his body and wrecked sob.

“F-fuck, yeah…” Levi’s hips slapped erratically against Eren’s ass, and then he buried himself deep as he keeled over Eren’s back with a low moan.

“Hnn…” Eren hummed deliriously, eyelashes fluttering as Levi filled his ass up with cum. It was soothing, as if the sheer relief that Levi felt was flowing over into his own body. His pulse was raging in his ears. His head was still spinning from the onslaught of pleasure. Still, he remained motionless and silent as Levi carefully slipped his softening dick out. With it came a load of Levi’s cum, and Eren could soon feel the warm fluid dribbling from his abused hole and running down between his legs.

Levi quietly got off the bed. He could be heard moving around the room, breaths slowly evening out as he appreciated the mess he’d made of Eren’s sleeping body.

Eren stayed as he was, still refusing to shatter his illusion. He let Levi look. Let him savour the high of his orgasm by staring at the filth between his legs and the bruises on his backside. Eren wasn’t sure what would happen next. He expected Levi to simply walk out and leave him in his current state, knowing that he would wake up in the morning and realise what had happened. That was what Levi always did, and Eren was happy with that.

But instead of leaving, Levi just kept staring at him.

“Eren.”

Eren’s breath caught in his throat. He swallowed, then slowly rolled onto his side and found Levi standing next to the bed, staring down at his face.  

Levi’s chest was still heaving, and there was a thin sheen on sweat on his brow. He was fully dressed aside from his light grey shirt that was unbuttoned and hanging open. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah…” Eren was speechless. Had Levi known he was awake? When did he realise? It seemed that Eren hadn’t been the only one playing pretend. “I’m fine, Sir. Thank you.”

“You can let me know later if there’s anything you didn’t like. I improvised this time, but I want you to get as much out of this as I do.” Levi stepped closer and sat down on the bed, right in front of Eren’s shoulders. He watched Eren’s face as he slowly buttoned up his shirt.

“Oh, yeah… okay. I’ll think about that,” Eren said. There wasn’t anything to think about; he’d loved everything Levi had done to him. He just knew Levi would feel better if he took the time to properly mull it over.

Levi kept staring. He sure did like doing that, except this time his expression seemed less sharp and instead, nervous. “Eren.”

“Captain?”

“You don’t have to say yes, but… is it okay if I kiss you?”

Eren was a bit taken back by the request. Still, he was glad that Levi was interested in something more intimate. He would be lying if he said there weren’t any feelings involved. “Yeah, of course. I mean, we did just…”

Levi sure was strange sometimes. They were fortunate that Eren just so happened to adore him for it.

Eren licked his lips and sat up next to Levi. He told himself it was weird to be nervous, given that they had just had sex, but he still felt it jittering around in his chest. They were both awake now. This wasn’t about sex or fantasy, but cold hard reality.

Eren met Levi’s gaze. To his surprise, Levi was the one who looked vulnerable now. He guessed one had to be to open-up about something like this. Levi had trusted him. Revealed something he may have resented himself for, and instead of being rejected, he had been embraced.

With a little smile, Eren leaned in and pressed his lips against Levi’s. The kiss was soft and reserved compared to their previous boldness. They gently mouthed at each other, lips melding together, and it made Eren’s heart race.

Once it was over, Levi stood up from the bed and glanced down at him. “Get up. I’ll change your sheets; you can’t sleep in this mess.”

Eren smiled. “Yes, Levi.