He needed a Dominant. He needed control that wasn't his own. He needed a change of pace. A change of style. Any change at all. He took a long drag of the cigarette, the smoke snaking around his head is a fog, filling his ears and muffling the sound of his own thoughts.
A knock on the door.
"Yes." The man sighed, running a coarse hand along the line of his skull, his skin prickling at the release of tension his fingers gave him. He flicked away the ash of his bud before it fell off into his hair, tapping it lightly on the rim of a rusted tin at the edge of his desk, then using his elbow to shuffle his paperwork into a makeshift pile as the heavy oak door was pushed open.
"Commander."
"Ah, yes. Come in, Levi, I was just finishing up. Have you received any word from the Garrison on the uprising of the merchant class in the inner cities?"
"Erwin, you work too fucking much." Levi sauntered into the room, and dropped heavily into the chair across from Erwin. His eyes were drawn, exhaustion heating his arrogance. Erwin allowed himself a smile and another draw of the nicotine. Levi shook off his cloak and his jacket, loosing the collar of his shirt. Erwin had his jacket hung over the backside of his chair, his cloak on the hook beside the door.
"Levi, your report?" Erwin's press on the matter earned a heavy sigh from his subordinate.
"Gods, Erwin. There isn't anything of fucking relevance to report, not at this hour at least. The goddamn trade owners are drinking their own piss to satisfy marketers, and marketers toast every civilian death so they can keep the fucking veal to themselves. The Garrison is having a hard enough time keeping down the panic with no help from the MP, who just piss off wall Sina onto the people they're too busy to protect." Levi crushed a fisted hand to his temples, throwing his head back over the head of the wooden chair. Erwin pulsed. The long, thin neck bending back to reveal itself to him. He coughed, twisting the bud of his cigarette into the tin and averting his eyes from the corporal.
"Well. You are right, there is nothing to be done on that issue tonight." Erwin replied plainly, more to fill the silence than to add to the conversation. He couldn't stop the thought that he didn't want a conversation with Levi. He wanted something much louder.
Erwin blushed.
Levi rolled his head to the side, massaging his neck with one hand and cocked an eyebrow at Erwin.
"Blushing?"
Erwin startled at the tone of Levi's voice, composing himself with a feign of lightheadedness.
"Uh- Y-Yes, I suppose so. Too much to drink." Erwin returned his gaze to Levi, who remained unreadable. Erwin allowed himself a reassuring smile. "I should retire. Close the door once you've finished, if you would. Goodnight, Corporal."
Levi nodded in response, his voice fazed and quiet as he gave a quick "Yes, Goodnight Sir." to his superior.
As the door closed behind Erwin, Levi remained stoic...still. As he collected his jacket and cloak, he couldn't help but observe there was no glass on Erwin's desk.