A/N: From what I hear, I might catch a lot of hell supporting this pairing cause of that whole obnoxious age difference thing, but one of the things I like about them so much is how well they understand each other. Eren wasn't angry, completely understood, that Levi had to beat the shit out of him in the courtroom, for instance. I'm not sure I understood that, lol, but that headstrong idiot got it perfectly. And that's what I'm going to be trying to put forward in these and any future stories about them. Enjoy.
Eren could only watch them argue. They still weren't listening. This place needed to be spotless, fucking spotless before Levi arrived. What about that didn't they understand?
He took a moment, chewing his lip. Well, it wasn't exactly their fault. They didn't know whether or not he got their heichou to himself for awhile was directly tied into how clean this place was. And given everything that had been going on, the cleanliness of their new place probably did seem kinda pointless. They just didn't know what was riding on it!
Again, he felt guilt welling up inside him, leaving the bickering group to try and finish the cleaning on his own. So many had died getting him back to safety, those currently annoying him were also putting their lives on hold just to make sure he stayed safe- he really shouldn't get pissy just because Levi was going to lecture him before nailing him. The corporal had been under a lot of stress, too; maybe, just maybe, they'd skip the lecture and go right to the nailing.
"Now, the half-assed cleaning," the heichou said once business was out of the way. "You lot seriously call this place habitable?"
"Wow, Eren, you weren't kidding," Mikasa's voice beside him said.
"Ah, so that's why it's so shitty in here- only one of you was trying. It's still no excuse, and I shudder to think what state my room is in. Since Eren's the only motivated one, he can be the one to re-clean it. You lot can make the rest of this place presentable."
The majority of the faces in the room stared blankly, Eren, knowing how serious the man was, got up and was leaving for where he was told.
Levi arched an eyebrow. "Now."
Those bodies sprang to life, organizing themselves to get the house clean. The corporal calmly stood, making his way to where he'd sent Eren, still able to easily hear the other's feet running upstairs to the destination himself.
Levi chuckled as he walked, seemingly in no hurry to assure the other he wasn't in trouble. His internal laughter increased, leaning against the doorframe of the room, watching Eren scurry about the admittedly-impressive-looking space, attempting to further rid it of dirt. The teen had even left the window open, letting in the fresh breeze and warm sunshine.
He just smiled at first, watching the other's attempts. It was adorable, really. Eren was going about it all wrong, just pushing the dust around, but still so determined to get the room spotless. Finally, Levi entered the room, closing the door behind himself. The teen was so focused he didn't notice the older male until he took the cloth from him. "Here, see?" he said, showing him how to get into the web-filled edges. "Carefully, or you'll just keep missing it."
"Y-Yeah," Eren replied, flushing at the sudden close proximity.
The cloth was handed back to him, the corporal never breaking his expression. "Finish up now."
"What, this foreplay for you?"
"Dirty room equals no sex. I told you that before you left."
"You could help," was the return sigh before realizing, unique relationship or no, he'd just mouthed off to his superior officer.
"I was considering it, but with that attitude, I should leave you to do it," came the swift reply. "But if I do that, your sorry ass will be at it well into the night, and I have other plans for it. I'll be back in a minute."
The younger male watched him go, breathing relief that he wasn't going to be disciplined for his mouth. He was probably getting his own cleaning stuff.
Eren still wasn't sure how this had happened. One minute they had been talking, and then… Eren wouldn't have taken Levi for an impulsive type, but impulsive he certainly was. Maybe the corporal still didn't trust him as he'd originally said, but most definitely felt a certain… possessiveness, making it clear Eren was his to do with as he wanted. Oddly enough, Eren couldn't bring himself to have a problem with that. There hadn't been any sex that first time, but the look in the older man's eyes… it had sent chills down his spine. And not in a bad way. Not at all.
And the first time they had… Wow. It had been a little awkward, Levi demanding control of the situation despite limited mobility, but at the same time-
"Oi."
Green eyes shot up; the subject of his thoughts now glaring back down at him, still sitting by the window. "Levi."
"Correct. What are you doing, getting lost in thought like that?"
"S-Sorry."
"Just get back to work."
"Yeah." He turned his attention back to the lower end of the window frame, settling into a comfortable silence with the other man, the only sounds the group around them yelling at each other and the light scraping of their own work.
"I know a lot has happened in a short time, but it doesn't do any good to dwell on it," the corporal spoke up suddenly, not looking away from his own task.
"Huh?"
"Mopey doesn't suit you."
"O-Oh," Eren realized. "I guess I should be thinking about that stuff, huh?"
Levi stopped, looking over to him, mildly confused. "You weren't? What else could possibly keep you sop deep in thought?"
Emerald eyes lifted. "You."
The look on the other's face was dubious. "Me?"
"Yeah… just how this happened, I guess."
"This?"
"Well… I'm guessing you don't threaten all your subordinates with the same thing you do me."
There was a chuckle from the other side of the room. "No. No, I don't. I have yet to hear even a whimper of a complaint from you."
"I'm not now. It just… happened so suddenly."
Levi stood then, walking back over to Eren and squatting beside him, a small smile sitting on his lips. "And that's what you've been thinking about?"
"Yeah… you'd think I'd be a little more on the whole 'turning into a titan' thing."
The other man chuckled again, but leaned forward, lightly pulling the other's head toward his own. Eren's breathing slightly hitched just before their lips met; it was if, in that instant, he'd completely surrendered his headstrong self to the corporal, allowing himself to be eased back against the floor, never fully parting. The teen wasn't sure if it was just as simple as he was different that the corporal wanted him so much, or maybe that, from the get-go he'd understood the other's logic, but whatever the case, Eren was sure he'd never tire of the attention.
"Hey! Corporal Levi!" Hanji's merry voice suddenly broke into the room, the woman's gaze settling on the two- or rather, her quarry's bloodthirsty gaze. Her face paling, she backed out, saying, "I-I'll find you later." At least she remembered to shut the door behind herself.
"Uh, is that okay?" Eren dared to ask as his partner's eyes returned to him. "She'll probably tell everybody."
"Let them fucking talk," he breathed back, capturing him again. And not just his lips- those hands of his, calloused and hard, still had the gentlest touch as they cascaded over his body, never asking anything in return.
What was with that? Eren knew he was inexperienced, but… it was almost insulting, unless… no. Just… no way Levi could think so little of himself. So he tried. Letting himself fall the rest of the way back, he lifted his hands- only to have them forcibly pinned to the floor. "W-What?" he asked, feeling the flush of embarrassment the coming question was causing him. "I don't get to touch you too?"
Going off his partner's expression, it was as he'd feared- it didn't seem like it had ever crossed his mind that the teen would want to. The surprised look was fleeting, and was followed up with a 'Do whatever you like,' but Eren couldn't help but commit the seconds-long look to memory. It was as if getting what he was giving had never actually crossed his mind.
Who would go into something like that? Eren didn't like it. He was, however, very interested in conducting an investigation of his own. Actually, now that he thought about it, in their two previous encounters, neither of them had managed to be completely naked- but Levi most of all. That was gonna end now too, he managed to decide through the other's (probably intentional) assault on his body. Eren took Levi's hands into his own, gaining the other's immediate attention, his dark eyes now fixed on the earnest emeralds. For once, he seemed to catch the corporal off his guard, easing his hands to the ground, hovering over the teen with… not quite confusion, but he really wasn't understanding what Eren was trying to accomplish either.
Once the older male's palms were flat on the wooden boards, he reached of to the collar of his shirt, carefully pulling loose each button that hid the other's form from him. About halfway down, Levi's left hand came up to grasp both his partner's.
"What is it?"
He didn't open his mouth to reply, agitation clearly high and the same guarded look not wavering, his hands remained stilling the other's fingers. Eventually, the hands dropped, and definitely did not look happy, but allowed him to continue as he would.
Eren studied him a second, but did finish the row of buttons, pushing the shirt open. Now, he was pretty sure what the problem had been. There weren't many, but the scars that were, they were deep and hard and jagged against his skin. "That's nothing to be ashamed of."
"I know. I didn't want you to get girly about them."
Green eyes narrowed.
"And we're going to be here all afternoon if you insist on getting us both naked first."
"Would that be so bad?" Eren dared to ask. "It's not like either of us is wearing a harness."
Levi paused. The other bit his lip so he didn't laugh; considering he was used to practically living in one, and senses a little clouded, it really was an easy thing to forget- and the look he was being shot was more than enough to remind him of that. "Do whatever you want," came the repeat, almost with a sigh.
Not that Eren was an expert, but he wasn't sure the older man knew how to have a relationship with someone, and as a result, was just taking it. Lucky for him the person he chose to take from was all too willing to give.
The first time had been right after that first run out… that complete and total failure. Before the higher-ups found out and shit really hit the fan, Lance Corporal Levi was in the room he himself had been confined to and had him pinned none-too-gently against the wall. Eren wanted to demand what was going on with him, it was on the tip of his tongue, but then he'd seen the look in those lost blue eyes. He was numb, empty, and needed something -someone- to recharge the humanity in him. Why he picked Eren wasn't important, nor had he ever really pictured his first time like that (or at all really, if he was being honest) the only thought in his mind was that he couldn't bring himself to refuse the man's unspoken request. It also helped that the other did all the work, as the saying goes, and just left Eren to barely be able to hang on to the new sensations running through himself.
"Oi. Eren. You're doing it again. I catch your brain at a bad time?"
"You probably wouldn't agree, but you and my brain are actually pretty close."
A mildly-confused eyebrow arch, then, "You're right, I wouldn't. You purposefully trying to drag this out or something?"
"Can you blame me if I was? Starting to sound like you're forcing yourself."
Another arch, this one in amusement. Not 'ha ha' amusement- he clearly thought the teen was trying to think beyond his capacity. "Eren, thinking is not your-" he stopped the insult himself, pursing his lips together. "Eren, I never got around to telling you why… why I…"
"Mauled me in my room?"
"…Yes, that." He sat up, still straddling the other's waist. "I suppose an explanation is overdue."
"I'm not as clueless as you think. I saw how you looked then, and have a pretty good idea what you were thinking."
"… And didn't put enough thought into what you might be," he admitted. "I don't think you even realized the kind of shit you could have gotten me into for that."
"Oh, I did. I just didn't. Even if I'd wanted to, I doubt anyone would've believed me over you."
"I wouldn't have denied it." His eyes stayed on him while he hesitantly added, "I would never have denied how much you helped me that night."
Eren smiled. Whether it was his fan boy appreciation for the man or those new feeling for him springing up inside him, he knew he'd always do whatever it took to help Levi.
A timid knock sounded at the door. "Corporal Levi?" Hanji's voice came again.
"Unless it's life or death, get your shitty ass gone!" the man snapped at the door, and the sound of the woman scurrying was heard once more. "Seriously," he sighed lowly.
"Besides, it's not like I was complaining," Eren continued good-naturedly. "Sorry I keep spacing out, but if it helps, I'm still on you."
Levi scoffed, but he still had a small smile. "Depends," he said, leaning back over his partner. "Are you actually, or just trying to placate me?"
Eren grinned back. "Both."
The older man gave a slight, but humored, shake of his head as he leaned further in to reattach his mouth to the other's shoulder.
An appreciative moan sounded in the otherwise quiet room; there was never anything louder between them- whatever the reason for it, there was enough screaming in their lives.
Eren reeled himself in before his mind wandered again. Even if he was still thinking about the man with him, he should really be paying attention to their current encounter.
Levi seemed to whole-heartedly agree, pawing at him and his clothes with renewed vigor. The green-eyed male usually just did what he could to hang on, but as he often did, was enjoying having some backbone, grabbing just as feverishly as he was being grabbed at. He practically dared Hanji to try and interrupt at this point- Levi wouldn't even spare her a warning. Clothes completely off, for the first time ever, completely exposed to one another's eyes. Eren couldn't speak for his partner, but he knew he wasn't complaining. Despite the few scars the corporal did have, his lean body was still muscular, the result of both the gear and regular exercise. It wasn't uncommon to see him running laps at night or something similar- Eren could definitely understand some insomnia; he was barely starting the corps and he already had the stuff of nightmares to haunt his dreams.
A hand brushing against his hardened shaft brought him back to the present, groaning low at the touch and already panting for air. "You were doing it again," his partner chided him. "I have half a mind to just leave right now."
"You won't," the other managed. "You like messing with me too much."
"Disciplining."
"Call it what you want. You're still not gonna leave."
Levi paused, and Eren was sure he was thinking about it just to prove a point, but seemingly changed his mind, latching unto the other's mouth and rough hands traveling down his trembling body again. The green-eyed man bit down on the other's lip when he felt two lean fingers push inside him, rub against him and begin to relieve some of the borderline soreness from lack of attention.
It had been so long.
Those fingers pushed deeper and he arched into them, craving as much of that touch as he could possibly have. Levi's mouth moved lower, his tongue fluid over his partner's form, until he swallowed the throbbing member twitching between his legs.
"Fuck, Levi, don't, I'm-" Eren tried to warn him, but it was too late- those mischievous fingers found their target, and all too soon, the other was swallowing the proof of his ecstasy. "I… just need… a-Whoa!"
Levi was over him again, grinning wickedly, and had totally shoved himself inside his partner without warning. He didn't start moving right away, at least giving the other time to become accustomed to the intrusion, gently sucking on his neck. "Are you all right?" the soft question came.
"Y-Yeah. Just caught me by surprise. And I know that was the idea," he added sarcastically.
Levi only snickered again, raising himself up on his hands, Eren wrapping his legs around the older male's waist, nearly breathless as he waited for him to start moving. He didn't have to wait long.
It was slow at first, probably just for him- it looked like it was killing the other stay at such a pace. But he enjoyed it, being full of his partner again, even reaching between them to palm his own hardened member. Levi would deny it until the day he died, but the spark in those gray eyes told Eren he'd hit the kink on the head every time.
"Levi," he was moaning again in no time, and the other took the vocalization as permission to add energy to his efforts. Eren knew he wasn't complaining. He stroked himself harder in time with the wonderful assault on his body, and Levi, seeing how close he was, leaned in and took another rough kiss, Eren biting down as his second orgasm hit him, his partner almost immediately following him.
Neither of them moved away from each other for a time, catching their breath, enjoying the feel and taste of one another in post-orgasmic beauty.
There was a knock on the door so timid, it was barely audible. "Corporal Levi?" Hanji had dared again.
"Life or death?" the older man questioned. This was the third time now.
"N-No…"
"Then why are you bothering me?!" he barked back, hearing her back away again. "I'll be down in a minute!" He sighed as her footstep drew further, sitting up. "Doubt there's even a problem. Shitty bitch just likes pissing me off."
"If you go downstairs, she wins," Eren tried.
Levi smiled, leaned down for one last, soft kiss, then stood, grabbing a rag to wipe himself off before surely visiting the bathroom to do so a little more thoroughly. "Get yourself cleaned up and finish this room. You might want to get some new rags," he said, pulling his clothes back on.
"Yes, Sir," the other breathed lowly, but didn't move until the he had finished, content to just watch the corporal. He put such care in presenting himself, from tucking in his shirt evenly to tying his shoelaces so they looked identical to each other.
"That wasn't a suggestion, Eren," he said good-naturedly, pulling his jacket back on.
"I know," was the reply, standing himself and stretching a little. "Just thought I'd enjoy the view a little first."
Levi's eyebrow arched a second, not understanding, then the other swore he saw a small flush form on his face. "Get to work," he said only, and left the room.
Eren snickered, and started gathering his clothes.
Late that night he was groaning, but just now flopping down on the bed, exhausted.
Levi, not far behind him, snickered as he closed the door behind him. "Long day?" he inquired with false sincerity.
Green eyes glared up to him. "Yeah. My commanding officer's a fucking neat freak and makes it our problem."
Another snicker. "Don't let him hear you talk like that. He'll make you sleep in the dungeon again just for kicks."
Those earnest orbs softened. "No, I don't think so."
"Watch it, Jeager; I can still kick your ass."
"Until I bite my hand."
"Please," the corporal scoffed, both threats in jest. "We've more than established at this point that no matter what form your ass is in, I still own it."
"Yeah, that's just what you want everyone to think," he informed the older man. "There wasn't a single speck of dust in that room after the second time I cleaned it; I swear, you see dust even when there isn't any."
Maybe having him clean the same room five times was a little much, but it had certainly gotten a reaction. He walked over now, giving the top of his head a kiss. "Get some sleep, then. I heard he has more of the same planned for tomorrow."
Another groan, but the teen could feel his eyes dropping already, and was very soon sound asleep- but not before muttering what a sadist bastard his lover was before completely nodding off.
Levi only chuckled, getting undressed, and more than tired himself, didn't waste any more time before joining his partner's comfort.