Erwin's face was flushed. His eyes were unfocused and misted, his expression wanton in the reflection of his freshly filled glass. He watched in a haze as Levi precariously dipped the neck of the bottle into Erwin's glass again, his eyes flicking dangerously as he observed Erwin down the Trestor. Levi never needed to fill his glass- He had stopped drinking long before that.
"I like you drunk, Commander," Levi mused from a chair beside the bed. Erwin was still hardly dressed, the drink drowning his inhibitions. Erwin hardly heard what Levi had said.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. I realize that that fucking great face you're making has a mouth that says a lot of stupid shit."
Erwin grinned stupidly. "You always say cruel things to me, Levi."
"Yes, because you're a twat if I ever met one." Erwin's blush reddened.
"Levi! You can't just say that word, it's very crass." The blond chided, in direct violation with the sputtering grin on his face. Levi was seated like a king in that rickety, wooden chair; his head bent down into the palm of his hand, his elbow locked on the armrest, his strong leg thrust over the thigh of the other and his foot ticking in rhythm to the notches on the clock. Erwin couldn't help but stare, his fascination with the foul-mouthed god only swelling.
"What are you ogling at, you fuck?" Levi spit, his face hardening. There was silence for a moment, Erwin's dull brain clinking around lazily as he thought out his next words.
"Levi, I want it."
"Finally, a change in pace. But you'll have to be more specific."
Erwin's eyebrows furrowed, his head heavy and light and the vision of Levi so disarming…
"I want to see it."
"For a man so willing to submit, you're being very assertive."
Erwin's face split into another dumb grin. Levi further narrowed his glare.
"Erwin, can you understand what I'm saying or are you too fucking drunk?"
"No, I can understand you. You're voice is so deep, I never noticed-"
"I'm going to take control now."
Erwin felt his cock twitch, his body heated and dizzy. He used his arm as balance when he felt himself wavering on the edge of his mattress. He was on the verge of laughter.
"Alright, alright, Levi-"
"Sir."
Erwin looked up, shocked. Levi's aura had changed. Before it had been seductive, teasing, provocative; The likeness of a siren. Pulling him deeper and deeper into strange waters, and now Erwin saw that he was going to drown in it. Levi was positively sinister, the leg he had so intently crossed in front of Erwin's wanting eyes no longer swaying to the sound of the ticking clock.
"-What-"
"You will address me as Sir, Boy."
Erwin's shock with Levi's tone nearly sobered him. He called me boy. Regarding the size difference between us, wouldn't that be odd? Considering he's so…
Levi's top leg was suddenly whipped off his resting thigh and slammed into the floorboards. The abruptness of the movement made Erwin lose his balance and he fell back onto his elbow. Levi stood slowly, the heels of his boots clicking the few steps closer to Erwin. He was fully dressed in his uniform… when had he changed into it? Erwin couldn't help but observe the leather straps that were pressing against the taut muscle beneath this angle, with Levi fully clothed over Erwin's nearly bare frame, He looked towering...domineering. Erwin suddenly felt very small; something he hadn't felt since he was a child.
Levi was clutching something...Two things. Things that were harshly gleaming in the dim firelight. Erwin's pulse was nearly electric, his body doused in chills that burned in the pit of his stomach.
"Levi, why-"
"Tch. Incapable of following even the simplest fucking order. No wonder you had to be Commander." Levi pressed closer, now leering over Erwin with a perverse darkness surrounding him. Erwin startled when the cold steel-edge of Levi's ODM blade trailed against the nape of his neck. Fear swallowed him, the danger voltaic. How many necks had been cut with a similar blade? How deft a skill the small Corporal possessed… Erwin's body was screaming for it.
"Don't move, Boy. It'd be a damned shame to cut up such a pretty neck…" Levi murmured, his other hand still gripped tightly to the hilt of his fellow blade. Erwin darted his eyes to Levi's hands… They were white with grip, his knuckles chalked with the pressure. Though the tension in his hands revealed the caution he was taking, it did not reflect in his demeanor. If Erwin hadn't been momentarily sobered, he would have been horrified at the apathy that etched itself into the Corporal's irises.
"Take off your boxers."
"Levi.."
In a flash the blade was flush against Erwin's erection.
"I will cut the whole fucking thing off if you don't learn to obey me."