"What exactly do you think you're doing Corporal? Mikasa uttered with a firm tone, feeling the vicinity of his chest weighing against her back. She could trace the scent of Whiskey and Vodka, escaping from the parting of his lips as his face poised just inches away from her cheek. She was anything but, thrilled that her inebriated superior officer was invading her personal space. It was sickening.

"Do you loathe me Ackerman?" Levi exhaled steadily, taking a whiff of her lavender-scented aroma from the short lengths of her onyx hair. His mind was racing, corresponding to the tempo of the heavy pounding within his chest. He was mentally there but, not really. He couldn't deny his visceral nature as a man, that at this moment, his urges were screaming within his body to the response of Mikasa's body pressing against his own.

"Loathing alone, doesn't interpret all of my resentment towards you." She retorted in a flat tone.

"Oh?" The edges of his lips pulled up just slightly. He couldn't really fathom the reasoning for it but, the way she clashed with him was intriguing. Almost alluring to his being. "Did your animosity towards me begin when Eren's ass got handled by the bottom of my shoe?" He pressed on, anticipating for her reaction.

"Actually," She paused momentarily, adjusting her body to face him completely. "I won't deny the hatred that I felt when I saw you relentlessly beat him," Her empty eyes stared up at him, "but then I realized that you were lending a hand towards him when the Military Police were about to take him in. In truth Corporal, you're aloof, apathetic facade is just a pretense from your true nature." She pressed, feeling the rigid atmosphere around him. "You never actually got rid of your humanity... You're not capable of being a mon-"

Levi slammed his hand against the sturdy door, gritting his teeth together tightly, his slanted blue eyes glinting with turbulence. The temperature of his bare chest was inches away, his face looming over hers, just close enough for her to hear his breaths hastening. "It's really irritating when people try to understand me," His lips moved, his eyes now brimming with ferocity. "even if it's you Ackerman."

"I'm spot on, aren't I?" Her charcoal eyes probed deeply into his.

"Tch. You're a hundred years too early to understand anything about me." He scoffed, diverting his eyes from her alabaster face.

She let out an unexpected chuckle. "No one can genuinely understand another person when we're incapable of fully understanding ourselves. Sometimes it's easier for others to point out what we're normally blinded to."

Levi flickered his wandering eyes back at the girl before him. She was average, not much of a beauty, compared to his deceased comrade, Petra. Her eyes were always vacant, never showing any signs of sentiments in the depths of them. Her face was unbelievable pale complected, revealing the milky polishes of her skin that illuminated under the radiant moon. She never failed to bark back, even when being ordered around by her superior officers. If he could describe her into words, it would be audacious and very much damaged. That's right. Mikasa Ackerman, still younger than most, has seen the cruelty of the world. She was like a tattered doll that has been thrown and ruptured mercilessly from the likes of savages, who didn't hesitate to slaughter what she held dear, right before her eyes. She was also carrying heavy burdens on the small lengths of her shoulders. She was defected in more ways than one. Yet, he couldn't help but be drawn to her completely.

Levi let out a defeated sigh, hovering over her body against the door. "It's frustrating." His black hair cascaded forward, curtaining his slanted eyes.

"What is?" She perked her eyebrow up, trying to read the expression on his face.

"This." Levi tightly grasped her wrist, guiding it towards his body, resting her palm downwards on the bare of his chest. Her touch left tingly sensations all over his body, making it hard to maintain his icy facade, as her soft, gentle hand felt the momentum of the rapid beating that his heart was making.

She glanced back up at him, confusion soaring from her atmosphere as she stared at his vague expression. She was always the type of person to read people by just one look and her keen intuition. But right now, at this very moment, she was unsure. Not processing the relentless beating of his heart. The shortening of breaths escaping his mouth. Or the short tremor that emerged from her chest when his face leaned in closer to hers.

"You do this thing to me Mikasa," His sharp eyes penetrated her, causing her face to heat up in response to the way her name sounded as it escaped his lips. "You cause me to become human and it's ripping my sanity apart." He gritted his teeth, his eyes coursing with hate. "I can't stand it." He grasped her shoulders tightly, shoving her body towards his bed, landing on top of her with his knees on each side of her hips. Both of his arms were on either side of her head, pinning her body down, his face just a breath away from hers.

"C-Corporal?" She asked, staring up at him with a questionable look.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten the way my lips felt on your neck." His blue eyes, probing deeply into hers, a glint of amusement surfacing.

He lowered his head down from her porcelain face, gently tracing his lips against the hollows of her neck, leaving goosebumps on the surface of her skin. He flickered his eyes back up at her, noticing how her face stayed reserved and composed even after her body responded back from the brief contact of his lips. This enraged him. It wasn't enough to satisfy his hunger. He wanted her to show desperation on her face. He wanted her to be at his mercy when he took control of her. If this made him into a sadistic demon, then he wanted nothing more than to let her have a little taste of hell.

He repeated this method again, this time he used the tip of his tongue to trail over her ivory skin, leaving his saliva behind as if he was marking his property. She tasted sweet, just like he imagined when he thought about doing vulgar things to her sweat, drenched body during their frequent training. This time, instead of indulging inside his defiled thoughts, he was actually tasting the real thing. And it tasted damn good.

This was good- No. This was better than the moments he shared with Petra, when they snuck around headquarters during the daytime, muffling the sounds of their moans from echoing throughout the building. Petra always carried around a innocent atmosphere, never experiencing what hell was like, or even understanding the feeling of shouldering a burden. She was angelic, a light that was never tainted by darkness. A light that made him feel worthless to his very soul.

Mikasa was different in many ways than one. She's been to hell and back, carrying masses of burdens on her shoulders with not even a hint of hate surfacing in her expression . Her atmosphere was dark and aggressive yet, it was also very tempting. Her existence was like a duplicate of himself in this world that they lived in. He didn't feel intimidated by her like he did with Petra. In fact, he felt challenged being around her presence, a stimulation that coursed through his veins. The way her hate-filled eyes met his. The way they collided their forces against each other when they argued. He wanted to feel her. He wanted to drown in her intoxicating existence.

Mikasa couldn't take grasp on the situation that she was placed in. Her mind was screaming at her, telling her to push this man off with all her strength and escape through the door, while her body ignored those alerts, gradually inviting him, responding to the touches of his lips. It was mortifying yet it was rousing. She could feel her body inclining upwards, pressing tightly against him in response to the friction of their bodies.

Levi felt his breath lodged deep inside his throat when he encountered her body thrusting upwards against the firmness under the restrictions of his pants. He bit his tongue trying to hold back the pleasure that was overwhelming him. He couldn't lose to his urges yet. He wanted more of a reaction from her. And he'd be damned if he couldn't make Mikasa Ackerman satisfied from the wonders of his hand.

He lifted his hand, using the tips of his fingers to lightly trace circles on the smoothness of her skin. He could feel her body quiver in pleasure as he continued to trail it further down, towards her naval. He quickly shifted his body, placing his knee in between the openings of her legs, and worked his hand over the center of her body, lightly brushing over the clothing that covered her privates. By God, the noise that escaped from her pink flushed lips was like a rich harmony to his ears. He let out a low groan at the sight of her hips responding in pace to the tracing of his fingertips. He then took his other hand, clasping it on her inner thigh, gradually working his hand up towards the opening of her legs.

Mikasa was at loss of words when he briefly reached his fingertips across the opening of her legs. She muffled a moan, trying hard not to lose herself in the moment. It was too much for her. She inclined her body upwards, grabbing his arm and swiftly moving his body until she was on top of him, straddling each side of his hips. She felt his gaze reach hers, as she moved against the firmness from the constraints of his pants. He closed his eyes, his breaths quickening to the movement of her lower body. He raised both of his hands and tightly grasped it on each side of her thighs, digging his nails into her pants. He was going to lose it soon.

Mikasa lowered her head, leaning into his face, probing her dark eyes into his. "Corporal." She whispered in a breath.

Levi stared up at her, a glint of hunger flickering in his eyes. "You better not tell me to stop, because I won't." He growled from under his breath.

"No." She leaned in closer to where his earlobe was. She exhaled gradually, causing Levi to shudder from underneath her. "I want to say sorry."

"For what?" He asked.

"For this." She grabbed the silver clock that rested on his bed stand and slammed it against his head, causing him to be knocked unconscious. His hands dropped to his sides, as he tightly closed his eyelids. Mikasa sighed in relief, jumping off from him and throwing her legs off the side his bed. She began to make her way towards the door, cursing under her breath for even savoring the moment they just had. She felt disgusting.

"Wait." She paused, startled by the sound of his voice. She glanced back as he fumbled out of the bed, wobbling side to side towards her. He hesitated for a moment, leaning over and grabbing the shirt that he was wearing before off the ground and shoved his face in it as he began throwing up his bodily fluids in a sudden rush, before passing out on the floor.

Mikasa sighed heavily, disgusted by the putrid smell coming from the shirt but approached it with caution and folded it tightly, placing the shirt on his wooden shelf across the room. She then took off her jacket, cleaning up the remaining puke that was on the floor and grasped Levi's arm, heaving the unconscious body onto the bed, wrapping him up with the covers. She glanced down and noticed his cravat laying on the floor beside his bed and leaned over to pick it up.

"This is payback for cleaning up your puke." She muttered in a flat tone, tightly grasping the cravat in her hands and making her way out the room in a haste movement. As she leaned against the door outside his bed chambers, she was certain of a couple of things. The hotness of her face that surfaced on her cheeks and the constant fluttering in the depths of her chest.

"I should have never left the barracks." She uttered, making her way out of the building, masking the redness in her face.

~Earlier~

"You know, when Levi finds out about the video, he's going to lose it." Erwin chuckled, glancing over to the eccentric squad leader.

The edges of her lips pulled up as she took a small sip out of her teacup. "He'll get over it."

"I wonder.." Erwin trailed off, sighing heavily at the stacks of paperwork on his desk.

"My experiment has no flaws." Hanji grinned maliciously, setting the cup back down on the Commander's desk.

"How so?"

"The video is going to initially push him over the edge." Hanji paused, adjusting her glasses. "Once that happens, alcohol will suddenly appear out of nowhere when he's just about to lose it."She stifled a laugh to herself, and continued. "Thus, everything will fall into place."

"You're going to get our Corporal drunk?" Erwin arched his eyebrow, leaning against the edges of his desk.

"You know what they say.. 'A drunk man's actions, is a sober man's thoughts'." She chuckled, a hint of sadism in her eyes. She was determined to make the composed, unapproachable Corporal Levi into a human being again. And she would definitely not fail. This would be her biggest challenge yet.

(To Be Continued...)

Oh boy! This gave me feels all over the place XD ! Hahah oh god! Hanji is definitely my hero! hahah, I'm dying from a major nosebleed and a lady boner O.O anyways, hope you guys enjoyed! As always my wonderful supporters, please leave a review on your thoughts! They give me confidence to keep on writing! Thank you! :D