So it's weird waiting a whole week to update this fic. I'm not updating Shattered Facade on Fridays anymore, so it seems like forever between posts now... That thought just popped into my head so I thought I'd share. Heh sorry guys for my awkwardness XD Oh and speaking of awkward, I totally edited this chapter in the library at my university today. Some guy came and sat next to me at the table halfway through and instead of holding off editing my gay smut fanfiction chapter like a normal person, I totally just turned my laptop away from him and kept on editing XD Just thought I'd share that with you guys too.
BUT ANYWAY. IT'S TUESDAY. AND DO YOU ALL REMEMBER WHERE THE LAST CHAPTER LEFT OFF? BECAUSE I SURE AS CRAP DO. I'M EXCITED FOR THIS GUYS. ARE YOU?
And I know, I know, lots of Eren POV, but I feel like Eren's POV fits better during this part. But the next chapter will start with Levi's POV, so yay! This chapter is kinda short, but it's pretty much entirely smut, so hopefully that makes up for it? Hopefully?
Chapter 9: Eren
The next few of days pass by in a blur. The first morning, I had woken up to find Levi gone. He returned not long after though with two bags that he gave to me. They had civilian clothing inside of them. A couple pairs of jeans, a few T-shirts, and even a couple casual button downs. I promised I'd pay him back later, but he had dismissed the idea quickly.
Levi planned a few things out that kept us busy every day, all day long. I was surprised when, after suggesting we drive around downtown and me questioning the cost of a taxi, he said that he has his own car. I was even more surprised when, in a small parking garage behind the building, his car key unlocked a sleek black BMW. I've always loved cars, even so much as keeping a list of dream cars in high school, a list of cars I knew I'd never in my life be able to afford, or even get the chance to ride in. This particular BMW was number four on my list, if I recall correctly, and I was more than thrilled that I got to at least ride in one. The purring engine and they way he handled the stick was a real turn on. I tried to keep my eyes on the city around us, but it was very, very hard.
Levi showed me around downtown, gave me a tour of Fenway Park, even drove me out to Lexington and Concord. I'm really enjoying my time with Levi, even when we're just in his apartment watching movies or playing video games. We stay up late nearly every night, mostly talking about each other, our lives, and just random things. I learn that Levi is very secretive about his life before he joined the Marines, but after that point in his life, he's very open. I wonder what it is he's trying to hide.
After a couple of days, I even manage to convince him to buy a small Christmas tree which we decorated together, despite his grumbling about how much he hates the holiday. I wonder if it has anything to do with his birthday. With the tree decorated and sitting pretty in the corner of the family room by the television, I feel a small pang of guilt because I don't have any money to buy Levi a present, for either Christmas or his birthday. I feel bad because he's done so much for me and I can't return the favor at all.
The night of Christmas Eve, we're sitting in his family room, him sprawled out along the entire length of the couch and me sitting on the floor near his head as we play Halo. We had been talking, exchanging casual conversation as we played the game, but for the last about half an hour we've been silent. A quick glance at the clock on the wall reveals that it is now an hour into Christmas. I almost say something to Levi, but decide not to. He always gets quiet and grumpy when I mention his birthday, so I'll just leave it for tomorrow. Rather... later today.
When we finish playing, Levi shuts off the consol and television and stands with a stretch. I watch his lithe frame stretch, the muscles moving and sliding beneath his skin. The hem of his sweatshirt lifts to reveal a thin strip of pale skin above his hips. It's nearly impossible to tear my eyes from him. Once he leaves the room with a muttered 'goodnight', I drop my head into my hands and rub viciously at my eyes.
"Dammit Eren, get it together. It hasn't even been a week yet," I growl at myself.
But a small part of me knows that I won't be able to get it together. This attraction I have for my captain is getting stronger and stronger, and staying here in his apartment with him is not helping the situation. It's only compounding it. And, as I watched Levi walk away, I realized one thing: it's no longer just a sexual attraction I have towards him anymore. These emotions go so much deeper than that. I... I think I'm falling for my captain.
I pound a fist into my forehead. Damn it! This can't be happening. This is so bad. I need to talk to him about this. What I really need to do is request to be moved to a new squad. Staying in his squad won't help this situation. As much as the thought hurts, I know it's true, and I know it needs to be done. So with a racing heart, I stand and make my way down the hall towards Levi's room.
I hesitate in front of the door, my fist raised to knock, but it's a full minute before I can gather the courage to connect my knuckles to the wood. My heart is pounding in my ears and my whole body is buzzing with nerves.
"Come in," Levi's smooth voice calls back.
I tentatively open the door, but don't step inside. He's half way through undressing for the night, standing by his laundry basket wearing only his dark sweat pants. Okay, that's not helping at all. He's half turned to the door, waiting for me to say what I need to say and leave so he can finish undressing.
"Uh, Captain?" I start to say, but then the words get caught in my throat. This was a bad idea.
"I thought I told you to call me Levi while we're not at the base," he says, turning to fully face me, crossing his arms over his beautifully toned chest. "What's wrong, Eren?"
"I, uh..." I swallow hard. Just spit it out. "I think I need to be transferred to another squad." There it is. No going back now.
Levi frowns, his brow drawing together. "You do realize you don't have a choice any longer, right?" he questions me, his tone now hard and serious, the same tone he uses at the base. "Is it a problem with my leadership?"
"No, of course not, you're an amazing captain," I reply quickly.
"Then what is it? Are you having problems with someone on my squad?" he asks, then his eyes narrow and he looks dangerously suspicious. The look in his eyes actually scares me a little. "Is someone harassing you?"
"No, it's nothing like that," I say, wanting to dismiss whatever thoughts are going through his head right now that are making him look so lethal.
"Then what is it, Eren?" he presses, taking a few steps towards me until he's only about a foot in front of me.
"I, uh... I have... feelings for someone, feelings I have tried unsuccessfully to get rid of. I am afraid they will hinder my performance in your squad." My pulse races and I feel like I'm about to hyperventilate.
He frowns. Is that a hint of disappointment I see in his eyes? Is he disappointed because he has to kick me out of his squad? Why is he disappointed?
"I know Petra can come across as overly kind and even a little flirtatious but-"
"It's not Petra," I quickly cut him off. I take a deep breath and steel my resolve, then trudge forward. "It's you."
Time seems to stop as I wait for him to punch me. His intense grey eyes widen, and every mask, every wall, every facade he has that keep his emotions mostly concealed all the time fall away. So many emotions flicker across those deep eyes all at once that I have a hard time recognizing them. My whole body is tense, waiting for the disgust, the anger, the revulsion, but they don't come. Instead I see confusion, surprise, and... relief?
Finally, Levi collects himself again and I am shocked to see a smile start to pull at his lips. He takes another step towards me, bringing himself right in front of me. My breath catches in my throat. "You are such a brat," he whispers.
Without warning, his lips fuse to mine, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me against him. My heart explodes in my chest and it takes me a minute to respond. This can't be real, can it? This must be a dream. I'm expecting to wake up on the floor in the living room, having fallen asleep while we played video games. But I don't wake up. And those firm, warm lips against mine are definitely real, as are those calloused, yet soft hands easing up under my shirt. This is real. This is most definitely real.
I finally manage to make my lips respond, and I kiss Levi back. I move my hands into his hair, running them over the short fringe of his undercut then up to run through his longer, silky mop of hair. Our lips move together, and when he bites at my lower lip, a shiver runs down my spine and I part my lips for him. Our tongues dance, and I willingly give control over to Levi, letting his tongue explore my mouth. I'm somewhat aware of him turning us, and moving me backwards, but it doesn't completely register until the back of my legs hit the edge of his bed. He pulls away then, just long enough to take my shirt and pull it off over my head. I take that split second opportunity to look into his eyes and the emotions I see flickering in those deep grey depths are emotions I'm not used to seeing, at least not in his eyes. I see desire, elation, relief, and most of all, lust.
His lips find mine again, his eager hands falling back to my hips, and then I'm falling. He lands above me, his strong arms catching himself. As we position ourselves further up on the bed, I let my hands touch him, wander up and down his beautifully sculpted chest and abs. When I run my hands up his back, I can feel the calloused skin that matches the pattern of his body harness. I can feel the shift and strain of the muscles in his shoulders as he moves above me.
His lips move from mine, and I almost complain until they find the sensitive spot on my neck just under my jaw. His lips explore my neck, sucking and biting, sending shivers up and down my spine. I feel him shift, his knees coming up to rest on either side of my hips to keep him balanced while his hands resume their wandering of my body, a body I am actually quite proud of now, thanks to his vigorous training. His long fingers lightly skim down my chest and abdomen, leaving trails of burning fire in their wake. When they reach the waistline of my sweats, they take hold, but hesitate. There is a question in the hesitation. He's making sure it's okay.
Without even the slightest hesitation, I lift my hips from the bed so that he can pull down my sweats. His lips find mine again as I kick my sweats the rest of the way off. I'm not wearing anything underneath and I'm already painfully hard. A blush creeps up onto my cheeks that embarrasses me. When did I turn into a blushing schoolgirl? This isn't my first time undressing in front of another man. I am in no way a virgin. That ship sailed long, long ago. There's just something about Levi, something about the older man that makes this seem so right, so real. There is no sense of dread or impending regret that I have to snuff out, only to face the next morning. No, this is right. Levi is right. Levi doesn't seem to notice the color in my cheeks, and his hands resume their wandering of my body. I long for his hands to explore something else though.
I quickly reach for the hem of his sweats to pull them down as well. To my surprise, he's not wearing anything underneath his either. When he pulls back from me slightly so that he can kick his sweats off, I sneak a glance down his body. His well muscled thighs sport the same rough skin that matches the straps of his body harness. And in between those strong legs, I see that he's just as hard as I am. I swallow hard, my own feeling of lust hitting me full force. I just want him to push my legs apart and shove that thick cock up my-
His hand finds my erection at the same time his lips find my left nipple, effectively cutting off my train of thought. An involuntary gasp leaves my lips, followed by a low, guttural groan as his fingers run up the underside of my length. My eyes slip closed as I throw my head back into the pillows. His teeth nibble and suck at my nipple as his hand closes around my erection. His hand feels so smooth, despite its calluses, as it plays with my cock. His thumb rubs over the head, spreading the droplets it finds there as his lips move to my other nipple and tease it like they teased the other one.
"God, Levi," I moan as his hands and lips continue to tease.
His hand suddenly disappears from my cock, but then he's moving down my body, leaving a trail of kisses and bites until his mouth finds my erection. I inhale sharply, my breath catching in my throat when he tongue circles around the base of my cock before trailing up the underside. A loud, almost embarrassing groan leaves my lips when his mouth closes over my head, his tongue swirling around the crown and dipping into the slit. My hands find his silky black hair, seemingly of their own accord, and I fight the urge to buck my hips up into his face.
His hands trail down my sides, finding my hips and taking hold as he works his mouth up and down the length of my cock. His lips and tongue do things to me that I never could've even imagined. My whole body is buzzing, a heat growing in my groin. I've never felt so good in my entire life, and this is not my first blow job. Levi puts those few others to shame.
When his lips leave my cock, I moan in disappointment. He moves back up my body, stretching to reach into the drawer of his nightstand. His chest hovers inches above my face and I can't stop myself from running my fingers down his sides, across his stomach, towards his cock. I take it in my hand and tease. I feel him shudder beneath my fingers. He finds what he was looking for and tosses it onto the bed next to my shoulder. I manage to catch a glimpse of the lube and condom before Levi's lips are devouring mine again.
"You bring... a lot of guys... back here?" I tease around his lips.
"Shut up, brat," he growls back. His voice is thick with lust and desire, and it makes me shudder.
I stroke his throbbing cock a few more times before I grab the condom from the sheets. When I remove my hand to open the small package, Levi grabs the lube and pops the cap, squeezing a liberal amount onto his fingers. As I grab his cock to slip in the condom, his fingers lower to my entrance. He circles my passage with his slick fingers, then presses one finger in. I gasp, but it turns into a moan as he pushes that finger all the way in.
"You are so... beautiful," he breathes into my ear, his lips ghosting down my jaw as his finger slowly and carefully preps me.
I cringe at the word. "Handsome," I argue, then groan when he adds a second finger.
"Beautiful," he insists.
He silences any argument I might have by fusing his lips back with mine. His slick fingers message my passage, stretching and loosening me up. He presses his fingers in deep, and they find my prostate. My whole body sings, and an involuntary cry leaves my lips as he strokes that spot. My vision blurs and my toes curl. I fight to keep from exploding right then and there.
When Levi suddenly removes his fingers, and I feel his weight shift on the bed, I force my eyes open. He takes my knees in his hands and pushes them apart, back towards my chest. He positions himself between my legs, his body hovering over mine. His grey eyes lock onto mine and I see something glowing in those depths, something more than just lust and desire. I've never seen it before, from anyone, and I can't put a name to it, but it makes me feel warm all over. I like that look, and I wish it will never go away.
Levi hesitates, his body above mine, his cock poised at my entrance. "Are you sure about this, Eren?" his soft voice asks. "It's not too late to say no."
What the hell is he talking about? Does he think he's forcing me? Does he think that I don't want this as much as he obviously does? Is he worried that I might come to regret this after? Does he not see how happy I am? Does he not know how perfect this is? I growl at him, and by way of answer, I fist my hands in his soft hair and pull him down into a deep kiss while my legs wrap around his waist. He returns the growl against my lips and moves his hips forward. He guides his cock to my entrance, then slowly pushes in.
There is a fleeting sense of pain, a burn as his cock pushes past that ring of muscle, but it soon is replaced with sheer pleasure as he slowly starts to fill me. Levi's lips leave mine and he groans, a deep, guttural sound that drives me crazy. He buries his face in my neck and I feel his teeth nip at the sensitive skin there.
"Fuck," I groan loudly when he's seated fully inside me.
"Okay?" he murmurs into my neck. His breathing is ragged, his body tense, like he's trying very hard to reign himself in.
"Perfect," I breathe. When he doesn't move, I tighten my legs around his waist and lick the skin beneath his ear, making him shiver. "You gonna move, old man?"
He growls into my neck, pulling out then slamming back into me. I gasp, clawing at his back. He lifts his face from my shoulder and there is a devious smirk pulling at his lips. "Like that?" he asks, his voice rough.
"Yes, Captain," I breathe.
Levi groans, rocking his hips into mine. His hands find my hips and lift them up slightly, positioning himself better between my legs. He finds a steady, fast rhythm, and I come apart beneath him, groaning and grunting like an animal.
"Ah, fuck... L-Levi... ahhh," I moan, my fingers raking across his back.
"Shit..." he growls, thrusting deeply into me. "God, Eren... Fuck..."
He angles himself deeper, hitting that spot again and causing my vision to fade momentarily. It takes me a moment to realize that the loud cry echoing through the room came from my mouth. I can feel his hands on my hips, gripping hard enough to bruise, but right now I really don't care. I run one hand up his neck to fist in his hair, pulling him down so I can devour his lips with mine. He groans into my mouth, our tongues dancing and exploring each other's mouths. With my free hand, I reach in between our sweaty bodies to grab my own cock and start pumping it in time to his thrusts.
When his cock hits my prostate again, I can't fight it anymore. I cry Levi's name as I feel my groin tighten and fire races from my balls into my cock to explode across mine and Levi's stomachs. I can't see, I can't breathe, and my heart is about to punch through my ribcage. Everything tingles, everything buzzes, everything feels so good. Levi continues his thrusting, adding to the insane wave of pleasure that is coursing through my body.
"Fuck!" Levi growls, burying his face in my neck.
He slams his cock deep into me one last time before his movements slow and a shudder rocks his body. He's breathing hard, his breath warm against the sweaty skin of my neck. His strong arms are shaking ever so slightly, but he doesn't move, doesn't pull out of me. I fight to catch my breath as well, keeping my legs around his waist and my arms draped lazily over his neck.
After a long minute of laying there in total content, he slowly pulls back from me, his limp member sliding from my wrecked body. I let my legs fall from around his waist, my arms from around his neck, and I just lay there, sprawled across his sweaty white comforter, too sated to move. It's a weird feeling. I've been in this position before, I've slept with many other guys- topped and bottomed- but I've never felt so good about it. Maybe it's because we're not in a dirty alley? Maybe it's because I didn't do it to score drugs or cigarettes? Maybe it's because I'm not getting shoved off the bed with a 'you're a great fuck, Eric, now leave'? Maybe it's because Levi isn't some drugged up teenager with rotten teeth and alcohol breath? Maybe it's because Levi is smart, fit, caring, accomplished, and oh so hot. Maybe it's because I actually... I actually have feelings for Levi. Whatever the reason may be, for once in my life, I don't immediately regret sleeping with someone. My past is my past and I accept that, I know I can't change it, but I really wish that this had been my first time.
Levi sits back on his heels, his chest still heaving and his forehead and chest glistening with sweat. He pulls off the condom and ties a quick knot before tossing it into the trash can beside the nightstand. Leaning forward, he kisses me deeply but briefly before climbing off the bed and heading towards what must be his bathroom. I watch him until his ass disappears through the door.
Staring back up at the ceiling, I inhale deeply through my nose, hold it for a couple seconds, then exhale through my mouth. I know I must have a shit-eating grin on my face, but I don't care. I'm just so... elated. I'm on cloud nine. I can't even describe the emotions that are coursing through me right now. I've dreamt about this ever since I first laid eyes on him.
When I finally am able to move, I roll off the bed. My ass is sore, but it only makes me smile as I pad barefoot and naked out of Levi's room and into the hallway bathroom. I would've been totally content to never get up and to fall asleep right there in Levi's bed, but I know how he is about cleanliness, and I am starting to feel uncomfortably sticky. I also would've joined Levi in his bathroom, but he didn't say anything when he left. He didn't even look back at me. Maybe he didn't want me to join him.
I think about that as I turn the shower on and wait for the water to warm up. What was this to him? To me, it was the start of something great, something real. But for him, was this just a one-and-done? Now that he's satisfied his lust, am I just his private again, and him my captain? My feel good mood takes a nose dive as that thought sinks in. I shower in a daze, trying to keep my sudden depression from making me cry. I really thought I had found something in Levi, something that had been missing in my life. But it seems like I was blinded, that my infatuation had me seeing Levi as a diamond in the rough, when really it was just a shiny shit. Maybe Levi really is like all my past sexual partners, having sex with me just to get laid or because he wants something.
Despite all this running through my mind, I don't hate him. On the contrary, I am still head over heels for him. I'm probably just overreacting. Levi isn't exactly the most talkative person. His eyes sure were expressive tonight though, and it seemed like there was more in their depths than just lust. The way he kissed me, the way he touched me... This had to be more than just getting laid. At least, that's what I try to convince myself of as I finish showering.
Stepping across the hall into my bedroom, I pull on a pair of boxers and flop back onto my bed. With a sigh, I run a hand through my hair and turn onto my side, away from the door to face the window. I stare at the night sky, at the city still glowing despite the late- or rather very early- hour.
"Oi, brat," Levi's voice says from the doorway.
I startle, shooting upright and looking back over my shoulder. He's wearing only a pair of sweats, his arms crossed over his bare chest. His black hair is damp from a shower, still clinging to his forehead a little. I can't read any emotion on his face, but his grey eyes are bright.
"Yes, Cap- uh... Levi?"
He raises an eyebrow at me, then, suddenly, he seems strangely nervous and he ducks his head. "Well, I'm going to bed now. I changed the sheets and I... I'd like for you to join me. If you want to. Do whatever you want."
He leaves the doorway, heading back to his room, leaving me sitting there in shock. My eyes are wide and my mouth is hanging open. I've never seen him so unsure before. He's always so confident. About everything. Is he worried about all the things I was just worrying about?
That shit-eating grin is back on my face as I vault off the bed and race down the hall towards his room. He has his back towards me, standing at the foot of the bed straightening the new navy blue comforter. I run at him, and before he can turn around, I leap onto his back. His soldier instincts take over and I laugh as he drops his shoulder, grabbing my arm and flipping me over him to land with a muffled thud and a bounce on the bed. I'm still laughing as he stares at me with wide eyes and a rigid stance for a moment, then collects himself again. He rolls his eyes at me before crossing the room to shut off the lights. I scoot up further onto the bed and pull the covers over me, listening to him walk back over to the bed. He appears on my side of the bed and crawls under the covers, shoving me over with an elbow to the ribs.
"This is my side, brat," he snaps at me and I laugh, rolling the rest of the way over to the other side of the bed.
I turn my back to my captain and fidget until I get comfortable, nuzzling down into the pillows. We're still and completely quiet for a moment, but then I hear Levi shift. A strong arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back into a solid chest. I feel Levi nuzzle the back of my neck and my smile grows even more, if that's even possible.
"Goodnight, Levi," I murmur into the darkness. "Happy birthday."
"Shut up and go to sleep, brat," he growls into my neck.
I laugh and, after a few minutes, I follow his orders and fall asleep.
Finally! Am I right guys? The ship has officially set sail XD
Now back to studying 'Legal Constitutional Cases on Criminal Justice' *keels over*
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