WARNING! Mentions of rape and abuse.

Whoa! So much support after that last chap! Well, you'll be happy to know that there's more sexual tension in this chapter, too. Of course, there's some other sick shit, but I know you guys are mostly here for the word porn…

Literally was so inspired by your guys' reviews, I wrote this in like four hours at 3AM. So, enjoy!

When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eyes

You're just like an angel, you skin makes me cry…

She was doing pushups with one hand behind her back. While she did this, rather impressively, with what looked like little to know effort, the rest of Levi's squad and a couple other soldiers watched in amazement. A few days after the expedition, and all of a sudden, it was like the crafty bitch hadn't slaughtered hundreds of people. Levi scoffed.

Ridiculous.

He was pissed. He was pissed because it was like everyone had forgotten how the brat gotten here in the first place.

Suddenly, the silver-haired woman pushed up with both hands and clapped them in mid-air, catching herself in push up position again and repeating the action over and over. She made it look incredibly easy, and more soldiers, who were watching from a further distance, gathered closer around her to watch in awe. They started loudly counting how many she did. This only furthered Levi's frustration with everyone.

"You're staring."

Mike appeared at Levi's side, watching the large group of soldiers crowd around the woman. She was still doing her pushups and it looked as though a few of them were making bets.

"Yeah, I'm fucking staring," Levi mumbled, keeping his eye on her. It was hard to do with a crowd around her, but he could never miss the gleam of her perfect silver hair.

"Why?" Mike deadpanned.

"Because," Levi breathed out through his nose in irritation, "It seems that I'm the only person on this entire fucking compound that thinks that that bitch is up to something."

"Or maybe, you're just the only person on this entire fucking compound that's obsessed with her."

"Say that to the crowd of people watching the bitch do pushups. Pushups," Levi hissed.

Mike noticed how Levi didn't correct his 'obsession' comment but moved on. He shrugged, "She's impressive."

Levi saw Oluo give Eld some coin and he narrowed his eyes. They were betting?!

"Fucking ridiculous," Levi muttered again, grinding his teeth.

He was pissed. All his best soldiers shamelessly fawning over the snake.

"So, they're warming up to her," Mike rolled his eyes, "what's the big deal?"

"No one should be warming up to her. They're all too comfortable. Why is she fucking here? How come nobody seems to care about that? For all we know, she gave herself up to assassinate somebody here."

"If that were her plan, don't you think she would've done it already. It's been four months. She's had plenty of opportunities."

"She's just biding her time. I know it," Levi frowned.

Mike sighed, looking back towards the group of people surrounding the girl doing pushups. Levi wasn't necessarily wrong. He did find it suspicious that the girl had given herself up. And he'd admit that, at the time, he made sure to keep a keen eye on her since her arrival at the base. But in the passing months, he had seen nothing that warranted his suspicion, nothing that commanded his attention. She seemed to be a regular soldier. A regular magnificent soldier. A soldier that followed orders explicitly and exhibited a strength and skill that was practically unparalleled. And to add to it, she had risked her life to save a fellow soldier in the field, titan country, and she came back.

If she wanted to leave, she would have already. If she wanted to kill someone of high ranking, she had had every conceivable opportunity to do so. At this point, he didn't see any reason to keep such a focus on her. And Erwin didn't seem to be bothered by her presence either. In fact, it seemed that his Commander held a distinct fondness for the woman. He didn't understand it, he didn't even understand how they communicated.

He assumed that Erwin had a soft spot for the woman and appreciated her silence more than anything. It didn't hurt that she was very easy on the eyes. Mike would say that she might've been the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen to date.

And Mike had seen and done a lot of beautiful women.

It was no surprise that Levi would become infatuated with her. She was perfect. Pretty, obedient, and skilled. He turned to Levi, who was busy glaring at the crowd and grinding his teeth.

He hated her. And Mike had a feeling that it stemmed from something deeper.

"You know, maybe this interest you have with her is connected to something else."

"What else could it possibly be connected to? She's a fucking nuisance. She's a distraction and a snake. Do you see how those idiots look at her?" Levi seethed.

Mike turned back to look at the other soldiers. He could admit that they looked at her a bit differently now. Less fear and more…lust? He noticed how they stared a little too long at her ass and sent more flirtatious looks her way. Levi wasn't wrong about that.

"Why do you care so much?" Mike asked.

Levi straightened up and broke his gaze away from the crowd of boys. He turned to Mike and snarled, "Because she's obviously doing this all on purpose. She didn't save Oluo because she's a saint, she saved him because she knew that if she did, it would get people off her back. She knows what she's doing."

"You've thought heavily about this haven't you?"

"I just refuse to be caught off guard when the bitch eventually stabs us all in the back."

Mike sighed again, "Look, I'm not disagreeing with you. You're right to keep a careful eye on her. But I think you should also start to come to realize that there's a possibility that she's here to stay and doesn't have any nefarious plans up her sleeve," Mike paused, "Maybe then, you'll finally realize that she's actually a pretty decent soldier and you're just jealous of all the boys that like to stare at her ass."

Levi glared at Mike, eyes hardening to a terrifying platinum, "What's that supposed to mean?" He said in a low and vicious tone.

"You're attracted to her," Mike shrugged, unaffected, "And maybe you're not processing that well."

"I am not attracted to her," Levi lied, "I don't even like her."

"Just because you're attracted to someone doesn't mean you have to like them. They aren't synonymous."

Levi knew that. He knew it because he was currently experiencing it. He had never been so attracted to somebody and so revolted by them at the same time. But he knew it was very possible.

He recalled when he forced her to clean his room those couple of months ago and how good she looked all wet and bothered. How when she stood before him on her knees, glaring at him with those sinful golden eyes, all he could think about was how her pretty mouth might feel around his cock.

There he goes again, thinking about it.

Fuck Mike.

"I want to strangle her," Levi spat.

"I'm sure you do," Mike smiled to himself.

"Now I'm thinking I wanna strangle you. Does that mean I want to fuck you?" Levi challenged him.

Mike ignored his retort, choosing to bring up his observations instead, "I see how you both stare at each other throughout the day. She challenges you. Just her being here and doing her job well, challenges you. And you want her to submit."

"Now, you're fucking offending me. I would never touch her. She's a fucking sociopath."

"And you want to fuck her into the floor," Mike tried hiding his smile to no avail.

Levi was furious at this point, and Mike thought it was probably best if he stopped before Levi decided he would actually strangle him.

"Just some food for thought," Mike ended, choosing to keep his life and walk away before Levi killed him.

Levi, glared at the larger man's back, trying not to let his words penetrate. And when Mike was ways away, Levi tightened his hands into fists beside him.

What did he know?

Levi hated the ground she fucking walked on. He absolutely abhorred having her on his squad and gave her the worst chores to do around the compound. He wanted to watch her rot.

Of course, now that Mike had said it, now that he had put the idea in his head, there was no way to ignore it. The flood of images of him taking her roughly over his desk and gripping that beautiful mane of silver so hard she cried.

He couldn't stop the untamable thoughts of what she'd sound like with his cock shoved down her throat while he thrusted unapologetically into her mouth.

Mike was right, he did want her to submit to him. He wanted her on her knees and begging. And the only way he could keep his craving for her suffering at bay was to force her to do everything she found unpleasant.

He finally could understand that stupid saying. The one about how kids treat people they like terribly. Maybe they just couldn't help themselves. They wanted something and they didn't know how to get it, so, they acted out. Punching and kicking.

He wondered if that would help him. Sparring with her. Maybe it would help get some of his testosterone out of his system.

But then he remembered the last time they sparred and how she pressed her warmth against him and held his hands together. He would never forget how warm she felt against him. He couldn't get it out of his head. It only furthered his sinful thoughts of how that warmth would feel around him.

He wanted her. Desperately.

Levi looked down at his trousers, which held an impressive tent and glared at it. He was upset that his cock lacked the self-control he had to stay focused.

Adjusting himself, he turned around to head to the dining hall. He couldn't allow himself to drown in thoughts of her pouty mouth and golden almond eyes.

…

For the first time in a long while, Ares could say she was having a pretty good day.

It seemed that risking her life for the oof was actually a pretty good idea on her part. She now had the approval of many of the soldiers in the legion (most of them, men), and less eyes prying. Not only that, she was beginning to make a few acquaintances among them.

As Ares grabbed her tray, filling it up with food, she thought back to her day and smiled to herself.

Hange had came to collect her in the morning instead of Erwin or Levi, showering her with compliments and praise. She told her that she needed to look at her leg to make sure there wasn't any additional damage from the expedition.

Ares, of course, found this quite comical. She didn't really get hurt the same way others did, and she was an extremely fast healer. An advantage of the horrible serum the scientists would inject them with in the compound. She could admit that she had a tougher time with the deviants due to Oluo's damaged gear, but it was nothing she couldn't handle.

Still, she followed Hange to her lab so she could check her out, allowing Hange to feel up along her legs and ribs, (a little too long) but Ares didn't mind it. She liked Hange. She found her to be quite endearing and appreciated how much interest she showed in Ares.

Ares found most women she came in contact with to be very boring. For the longest time, she didn't hold any kind of attraction to men. She attributed some of this to the soldiers that would visit her during the night when they were bored or lonely. But mostly, she liked how soft women looked. She liked how beautiful their bodies were.

The first time she had felt a gentle touch was from a woman. The first time she understood what love was (in an attraction sense) was with a woman. So, it only furthered her attraction to them when she grew older.

She remembered her first real crush. A prostitute that hung out in a bar she would visit to seek out MPs to sate her beast. She was a beautiful redhead with lips to match and some hips that put others to shame. She wasn't super busty, not that Ares took a particular interest in bust, she wasn't even spectacularly beautiful. But she had a soft and kind voice that could put a grown man to sleep and hands so smooth, she could hold them for days. Ares didn't even know her name, didn't know her long enough to find out what it even was.

The redhead was much older than Ares, who was around sixteen at the time, and she had a new man every night she left the bar, but Ares was absolutely captivated.

She would tell Ares stories of the Goddesses of the Walls, even though Ares had no interest in such mythology, and caress her face in a drunken stupor on the nights that were longer and colder than others. Ares would keep her company all night, sometimes choosing to stay with her instead of following an unlucky soldier home. She made her feel loved and cherished. Cherished for something other than her skills or her body.

She was Ares' first kiss. Though it wasn't a passionate one, more of a friendly kiss, Ares would touch her lips every time she thought of it.

Ares had told her once that she would kill anyone that hurt her. The red head, who didn't think a small teenage girl like Ares could do any harm, laughed magically at her, and planted a swift kiss to her lips.

"Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing," She would coo at her.

Ares didn't mind that she didn't take her seriously, she just liked the way her lips felt on hers in that brief moment. She loved her the moment her lips left hers.

And when she found her, in an alley, beaten to death and bleeding out, she had never felt so much rage.

She had spent the week investigating all of the men that she left with and killed all of them, not knowing whether or not any of them had anything to do with her murder. She killed them all anyways. She killed them because she hated that they could get even the slightest taste of her. She was jealous.

And her monster was jealous.

Not because other men tasted her, but because someone that wasn't her killed her. If anyone deserved the privilege of her blood on their hands, it was her.

That was the last time Ares allowed herself to care about anyone else, besides Nova. It was the last time she felt attracted to anyone else. Instead, her attraction manifested with her beast into something sinful and grotesque. Now, she was attracted to fear, to hate. She liked the way it tasted more than feeling.

Though, she didn't think it'd ever compare to the taste of red head's lips.

That being said, Ares was very fond of Hange. She felt that in another life, she might've returned Hange's obvious affections towards her. But Hange was like the red head. She liked her for more than what she was worth.

Now, the only thing she was attracted to was the venomous captain that seemed to want to squeeze every last breath from her lungs.

Ares rubbed her legs together.

She had seen him glaring at her earlier. When she was doing all those pushups. He scowled as more and more people joined the crowd and she smirked. She knew that she got under his skin more than anything else, and she reveled in it. She reveled in his disdain for her.

As she walked to her table to join the rest of her squad, her trousers jingled with coin she had earned from the bets she participated in earlier in the afternoon.

Oluo had bet Eld that she couldn't do one hundred clapping pushups. Eld, who knew that she was more than capable, took the bet. She thought it was only right that she participated. Eventually, more people joined the pot, adding in their own coin and placing bets.

At the end of it, she finished with one hundred and fifty push ups and split the winnings amongst the soldiers that bet on her. It was fun.

She had never really had fun with other people before. She understood why people liked it so much.

Taking a seat next to Eld and Oluo, she took Eld's apple and he grabbed her orange. The kitchens limited them to one fruit per person, and they both favored oranges and apples. So, they traded with each other so that they got double.

Eld started to peel his orange and spoke to her, "I got an extra fifty coin because of you,"

Ares chuckled, signing back, 'You mean because of Oluo. He was the one who bet against me.'

"You're right," Eld finished peeling his orange and popped a slice in his mouth, "Thanks for the money, Oluo."

Oluo grumbled something Ares couldn't understand and turned his head away. Gunther laughed at him, while Petra patted his back.

"I'd pay fifty and more just to watch your face when you lost all of it again," Petra laughed.

"Ha-ha," Oluo said sarcastically, "Let's all laugh at Oluo, meanwhile, Eld cheated."

"Cheated?!" Eld exclaimed with his mouth full.

Oluo frowned, "Yes! You knew she could do it, that's why you started the bet!"

"You didn't have to take it. She can run fifty laps around base without breaking a sweat, and you thought she couldn't do a few pushups?"

"A hundred pushups, clapping?! I'm sorry, no! I didn't think she was a fucking superhero with the strength of a thousand men!"

'A thousand? You flatter me. It's more like two hundred,' Ares signed, taking a bite of her apple. Eld laughed.

"What? What'd she say?!" Oluo exclaimed.

Eld smirked, "She said you flatter her."

"Well, I'm so happy I could be of service to you! You take my flattery and all my money in one day," Oluo sneered at her.

'If we could get him to shut up more often, we'd be rich in more than coin,' Ares rolled her eyes.

Eld laughed again and Oluo turned red with rage, "What's she saying now?!"

"Nothing," Eld coughed.

"You're lying!"

"Why would I lie to you?"

"Because you both talk with your super secret hands in your super secret language, all super secret! I know she talks about me! She gets this mischievous sparkle in her eye."

"Sparkle?" Eld asked.

'Mischievous?' Ares questioned.

"You know what I mean!"

Ares chuckled and her eyes shifted to Levi, who sat across from her. He wasn't glaring at her anymore. During meals, he would deliberately act as though he wasn't paying her any attention. Of course, she knew this wasn't the case because she would see how he responded. Like how he would grind his teeth together and how his jaw would feather in irritation.

Like now. When she was having genuine moments with the squad.

She knew it probably pissed him off that she was settling in and finding her place amongst them. She wondered when he would stop finding her presence so distasteful but found that she didn't want to know. She liked the way she affected him. It made her hot knowing that she could affect him that strongly just by being around, just by breathing.

She didn't think she'd ever affected anyone this strongly since she was out murdering people.

As the team continued to chat and eat, Ares felt someone approach her from behind. Curious, she turned around to look.

It was a younger man, he looked no older than eighteen. He was missing a leg and supporting himself with crutches, which he was gripping tightly in what seemed like anger. Ares didn't understand why he was so upset, but she could taste that it had something to do with her. She cocked her head to the side and looked him over.

He opened his mouth to speak, "You finally got all these people fooled, didn't you?"

Ares didn't respond to him, letting him continue, "You save one life and come back and all of sudden you're everyone's hero. Bet that feels really good, huh?"

Now Ares was confused. She had never seen this boy before, nor did she know his name. She knew of everyone important in the legion, everyone that either had a close eye on her, or she could use in some way, but she didn't know this boy. He must not have made too big an impression on her.

Eld spoke up, "Hey man, we're all lucky to be alive. Can't you discuss this some other time?"

The boy snarled, "No! I refuse to act like the rest of you! Forgetting all of the bad shit she's done just because she's kept her hands clean for a couple of months!"

This boy…so much rage and hostility. It made her shiver with desire. He sparked her interest.

"But I don't forget! I never forget! You're a murderer," He seethed, "And murderers shouldn't be treated like the rest of us. You don't deserve it."

Eld frowned, "I don't think it's your place to decide what anyone deserves."

"Oh, but it is. You probably can't see the resemblance-you probably don't even remember the faces of the people you killed," He glared at her, "But she slaughtered my brother. Slit his throat outside a bar two years ago. She's a monster. The Devil."

Ah…she remembered who his brother was now. Despite what the boy thought, she actually had an immaculate memory. She remembered every life she took since the day she was born. The boy actually looked very similar to his brother. The only difference being the shape of the face and his blonde hair. His brother she killed had brown hair.

At the compound, the Man would often employ younger, newer recruits. He wouldn't always have enough hands to keep watch over the children and found that young men liked to feel useful. His brother had a thing for younger girls and would abuse his power. Most of the men in the compound did, she suspected that it was due to the loneliness of standing around underground surrounded by other men. Of course, the Man didn't mind so much. It only helped fuel their fear towards disobedience.

This man, though, seemed to have a guilty conscious. After his romps with the children, she noticed that he would return to work in a drunken stupor. She attributed this to the fact that he couldn't deal with remembering all of it.

He hadn't imposed himself on Ares more than once. She was the only one that usually survived the cruel missions and he probably thought it best to not push his luck with the dangerous super weapon. She was lethal after all. She could kill him with her eyes closed and her hands tied behind her back.

When she had returned to the compound with blood stained clothes and dead eyes, he probably remembered just how easy it was for her to end him and decided to keep his distance from that moment on. Ares often thought about tasting his blood during her long nights there. She remembered how his brown strands were painted with red from the splatter of his blood the night she finally sliced through his throat.

Ares refrained from rubbing against her seat for some friction.

The boy limped forward with his crutches to get a little bit closer to her, but still keeping his distance. Smart.

"You may have all these other people fooled, but I know what you are. You're rotten," He leaned towards her.

….

Levi was stumped. He didn't really know what to do in this situation. If it were anyone else in his squad, he might've stood up for them, but this was her. The snake. He agreed with everything the boy had said, felt sorry for him even. It must've been torture to have to stay in the same compound as your brother's murderer. He felt that the boy was justified in his words and actions.

The entire time during dinner, he had to refrain from shouting at his squad. He, too, was livid that they were acting so comfortable with her. He was upset that they allowed themselves to be tricked by her antics. He kept his head down most of the time, so she wouldn't see just how much she affected him during meals, when he couldn't very well tell her to fuck off and do something else.

So, when this boy walked up and began shouting at her, he was conflicted. He spent most of the boy's rant, observing the silver-haired woman and preparing himself for the moment she would finally snap and lunge for him.

But as he watched her, he noticed just how unfazed she seemed, almost curious.

She cocked her head to the side and her eyes sparkled in interest at him. He figured that she had never been approached this way in her life. No one had dared to approach her this way besides him, but he was her Captain.

She turned to Eld and signed to him, motioning for him to repeat her words out loud. He didn't expect her to lick her lips and stand up.

Levi gripped the table to prevent himself from standing up and protecting him. This would be the moment he was proven right. This would be the moment that he was waiting for.

Her snap.

But instead of snapping, she simply blinked at the boy in wonder. Levi noticed just how hard he was gripping his crutches. His hands shook profusely, and Levi saw a trail of sweat fall from his forehead. He was terrified.

But the only reason he even had the nerve to approach her was because he had already risked his life and survived. He had gone against giant man-eating beasts once. What was the threat of a small silver-haired woman?

Levi saw his Adam's apple move up and down.

Red brought her hands up and he flinched away from her in fear.

So much for bravery…

Eld began to cite her words, tightening his lips, "I remember your brother. His name was Alrick. He had green eyes and brown hair. His favorite drink was honey whiskey and he liked to play soccer…"

She smiled sweetly, her mouth not matching the darkness of her next words, Eld could barely get the words out himself, "…He also liked fucking little girls and making them scream. That was his thing. Then he would go to the bar across the street from the orphanage and purge his guilt away," Eld whispered, "He was a drunk and a worthless piece of shit. But I didn't kill him because of that. I killed him because I wanted to. Because I wanted to know what his bl-blood would look like on my fingers," Eld stuttered from these words, and paused when she did. The woman got closer to the boy so she could stare deeply into his eyes, "And if I could do it again, right now, I would."

The boy looked positively petrified. His eyes dilating with her words. He couldn't even respond to her. Levi understood, she tended to have that effect on people.

"If that makes me rotten, so be it. But if I didn't do what I did, he would still be doing the same things now. I know what I am. I know what I've done. But what do you know, of rotten girls?" She asked him, pausing again. She then took some steps away from him and sighed, "In any case," Eld spoke as she signed again, "I'm sorry about your brother. But I hear being an only child can be very rewarding."

She finished and walked back to the table, taking her seat again and proceeding to finish her food as if she didn't say anything to him. Meanwhile, the boy still stood behind them, unmoving.

The squad stared at her and she continued to eat, oblivious to their shock. Even Oluo, for the first time, was speechless.

Levi himself didn't know what to say. He didn't even know how she knew this information. Were all of them like that? Were all her victims perverted pieces of shit that she felt compelled to murder? He didn't want to think that there were that many terrible people in the world, but he knew that it was useless. Because there absolutely was.

Levi found that there were more bad people than good people and that was just how life played out.

He thought back to when he planned to assassinate Lobov with Farlan and Isabelle. His family, that he couldn't even stand to think about some days and mourned on most days. How he was willing to end his life, and Erwin's, over blackmail.

And now this woman was telling this boy that she wanted to kill him not only because he was a sick piece of shit, but because she wanted to feel his blood on her fingers. Then she apologized for it! Like she was apologizing for accidently shoving him.

Levi was analytical, so he naturally wanted to know how people worked, how they operated. And this woman seemed to always command all of his attention. He was always so taken aback when he heard her words. He still wasn't used to knowing what she was saying at any given time. He envied Eld for being privy to her deepest thoughts. She seemed so intricate and layered.

He found himself wanting to know more of her thoughts.

Eventually, the injured boy limped away wordlessly and Eld spoke up first, "How-how did you know about all that stuff? That he did those things?"

She turned to him and took a bite of her stew, signing something.

Eld widened his eyes, turning away from her with sadness in his eyes.

Levi had to clench his teeth together to keep from shouting. He wanted to know, too! He wanted to know how she knew-and if all her victims fit the same perimeters. He eventually concluded that he would have to wait to know what she said until after meals, when he always asked what her and Eld talked about.

Eld would generally give him general responses, brushing over details and exact words she would use.

"What did you talk about today?"

Eld shrugged, "How much she hates the color pink."

Levi sighed, gripping the bridge of his nose, "What did you talk about today that's worth my time?"

Eld pursed his lips in thought, "Nothing."

"Nothing?" He deadpanned.

"We talked about our place in the universe," He offered.

"I don't give a fuck about that. Did she allude to any reason why she might be here?"

Eld made a face, "No."

"Seriously?"

"Well, if she did have an ulterior motive for being here, why would she tell me?" He asked smartly.

"Because she trusts you."

"No, she doesn't."

"It's been four months."

"So? She still won't tell me her real name."

"Red isn't her real name?"

Eld shrugged, "Don't know. She won't say."

Levi threw his hands up in frustration, "I swear, you're fucking useless."

He didn't want to wait, so when dinner was over, Levi was quick to bring Eld to his office. This time, he would ask him what her exact words were. He wanted to know everything. He wanted to color in this ambiguous picture he had of her that seemed to fit less and less. Levi quickly shuffled in him and closed the door behind them, wasting no time.

"What'd she say?"

"You heard what she said."

"No, what'd she say after? When you asked her how she knew all those things? What'd she say?"

Eld widened his eyes and turned away from him, "Oh, uh…I don't know if I should say-"

"If you don't tell me in two seconds, I'm going to do something much worse than anything she could possibly do to you," Levi threatened.

Eld widened his eyes even more and gulped, "Well, I just-Its," He sighed, trying to gather himself, "She wasn't specific, she just said she could never get the taste of him out of her mouth," He muttered emotionlessly. Like it made him sick to even say the words out loud.

Levi paled, taking a seat at his desk and furrowing his brows.

What did he know of rotten girls?

Yay! New chapter! Hope you guys enjoyed it. Sorry it's shorter than what I've been posting, but I've recently come to the realization that chapters don't always have to be a whole novel just to make your point and tell a story.

So, yeah! Hope you enjoyed it as much as Levi enjoys daydreaming about his cock in Ares' mouth. If you did, you should leave a review.