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-5 Days Before Return to Shiganshina Mission-
Part I
The murky citylight reflected in both their gazes, which were turned rightward, toward the open window of Hange's room.
Levi's fingertips mindlessly traced up and down along the curve of Hange's spine. Hange's fingertips wove art upon his chest, drawing dozens of tiny circles and lines over his heart. With every breath, the veterans' chests rose and fell in unison.
Although his weary grey eyes were cast upon the unimpressive view of the low buildings neighboring the Trost Survey Corp headquarters, every fiber of Levi's being was enveloped in the comfort of Hange's familiar body resting upon his own. He was absorbed in the feel of Hange's heavy ass head upon his chest, of the light flutter of their ridiculously thick lashes against his skin every time they blinked, of the weight of their long legs tangled upon his tired ones under the sheets.
A whisper of an exhale escaped Hange's lips every time their chest fell. If it hadn't been for their consistent doodles, Levi would've thought they were asleep.
A few strands of Hange's disheveled hair tickled Levi's chin, but he didn't move and bore it. Memories best left forgotten bubbled the surface, silently dragging him away to an unpleasant past.
"So loud," Hange broke the silence with a chuckle. He felt Hange's hand still over his heart, hiding their invisible drawings from the world.
Levi turned away from the window to see Hange now focused on where their hand rested.
"Such a loud beat for such a quiet little man," Hange chided, squishing their ear and cheek firmer against Levi's chest. He could feel the soft curve of their weak smile blooming against his skin.
Levi put his hand to rest upon the small of Hange's back. "Tch. Don't listen to it if it bothers you so damn much," he retorted. Levi felt Hange's soft laugh bubble over.
Unphased, Hange continued, "And your pulse… it's about 32 beats per minute, I'd say. Slow, even and steady— just like your breathing, shorty."
Something about the still of the night renegated their voices to nothing louder than whispers. Even Hange couldn't bring themselves to speak normally.
"Ah, now I kinda wanna measure your blood pressure too..." Hange confessed.
Levi closed his eyes.
Hange never could shut up, could they?
Without a word, Levi's strong arms slid over Hange to wrap around their back like two hungry serpents. Holding them tightly, Levi buried his face in the disheveled mess that was their dirty ass hair. It smelled… like Hange. With far greater gentleness, the squad leader returned the captain's embrace.
"Ah… I hear it speeding up," Hange remarked softly, voice muffled by Levi's arms. A moment later, Hange wiggled up in Levi's hold. Once Levi's embrace slackened, Hange folded their hands under their chin and peered up at him. "Something I said made you anxious," Hange said, "What was it?"
Instead of answering, Levi's gaze flickered over what he could see of Hange. The mingle of moon and city light cast dark shadows under the curve of Hange's high cheekbones, along the slope of their sharp jaw, strong nose and curious brow.
When his eyes finally fell to linger upon Hange's lips, Hange smiled. They answered Levi's desires in a slow, playful kiss. Even in the most tender movements, there was a playfulness, a coy flirtation, to their gentlest touches. It made Levi's heart feel lighter than it had any right to be.
Hange's hand settled by the base of Levi's neck and their lower lip brushed slowly, teasingly, against Levi's as the kiss deepened. With no hesitation, Hange's lips parted wider to welcome the brush of Levi's tongue against their own.
Levi knew his late-night stubble was scratching Hange's chin and cheeks just as Hange's wild strands were tickling him. As his worn fingers rose to brush Hange's shaggy locks back, ready to tangle deep in the messy brown hair, Levi felt a large cheeky smile bloom against his mouth.
"What…the...hell," Levi growled coldly into the kiss, "are you…smirking at…dumbass?"
"Tea," Hange replied promptly against Levi's lips with their grin growing only wider. It was becoming difficult for Hange to properly kiss him back. But, that was okay. Nothing tasted better than Hange's smile.
Cruelly, Hange's kisses retreated to the corner of Levi's lips, to his chin, to his jaw. With a sharp exhale, Levi soon found themself scowling up at the ceiling as he tilted his head back, giving Hange the desired access to his neck.
"What the hell, Hange? Tea?" Levi grumbled flatly.
He must've been exceptionally funny then, for Hange's laughter rang true and clear through the room. As always, Hange was nothing less than endeared by Levi's deadpanned agitations.
Hange gently bopped their nose against Levi's chin. "Yep, tea," Hange reiterated. Slowly, Hange moved to sit up on Levi, the blanket slipping off of their body completely.
Levi peered up at them. They sat just high enough to not hurt him, but just low enough to have their ass brush against his still overly-sensitive head and make his body jerk with the smallest movements. Yet, Hange's eyes shined down at Levi with only a ghost of their former mischievous glimmer.
Levi already missed the absconded warmth of Hange's entire body against his, but the view of Hange's figure was compensation enough. His hands fell to the strong thighs that straddled him, thumbs brushing back and forth over the skin.
"One time," Hange began, as their hands ventured to roam Levi's torso, "Erwin called you away during breakfast for an emergency. It was the only time I had ever seen you leave behind an unfinished cup of tea."
Hange traced the tight muscles on Levi's abdomen.
"Your team was still brand new then, but they already understood what a clean freak you were, so they swept in, rushing to clean everything up before following you. But, when I passed by Petra about to pick up your tea cup, I stopped her. I told your squad to relax, that I'd take care of it."
Hange knew how to touch Levi. They knew his body, his sensitivities. Their fingers pawed, petted, and scratched him in all the right ways. Levi swallowed, the little hairs on his body rose in response to their floating caresses, but his expression remained unchanged.
"Ya' know, I always wondered why you held your cups the way you did," Hange confessed, "Did it make the tea taste better? Smell better? I wonder why I never asked... But, when I held the cup and saw the slightest curve of moisture around the rim, the remaining mark of where your lips had been…"
Hange's hands slowly dragged up to the top of Levi's neck, just under his jaw. A thumb stretched up to rest on Levi's chin.
Not taking his eyes off Hange, Levi tilted his head down. Hange's lips twitched up and their eyes clouded as their thumb pressed down upon Levi's bottom lip.
"...Well, I decided to pick it up at the rim, just like you do, and I held it, too, just like you do. Carefully, carefully, I lined up my lips to where yours had been and then I took a sip…"
A dangerous softness had crept into Hange's voice, carrying notes of reminiscence of a simpler time.
Levi's eyes didn't leave them. His mouth parted slightly as Hange dragged his bottom lip down.
"And I was so disappointed, Levi!" Hange exclaimed suddenly, sharply. They scowled down at the captain. "It tasted just like plain tea!"
Immediately, Levi snorted, not looking the least bit impressed. "Tch," he sucked his teeth, scowling back, "What the hell else could it have tasted like, creep?"
Hange raised their hands up in the air and defensively retorted, "I don't know! You, maybe?"
"That's beyond idiotic, even for you," Levi deadpanned just as Hange's hands fell back to his skin. Their fingers now ran over the trail of dark hairs that grew under his belly button. Hange gave a few strands a sharp little yank, that didn't feel all too unpleasant, in reprimand for the insult.
In response, Levi gave Hange's thighs a sharp squeeze, with enough force for bruises to undoubtedly arise. "I hope you cleaned the hell out of that cup," Levi said.
To his disappointment, Hange didn't laugh or chuckle, but instead admitted, "I did."
Hange's gaze fell down to Levi's body, watching their own roaming hands travel lower and lower, to where the emergent hickies were growing visible.
Levi frowned. Although he knew Hange understood him, he, not for the first time, wished he was better with words.
"Oi."
"Mm?"
"I'm glad you're alive, Four-Eyes," the words left Levi's mouth before they entered his mind.
Hange blinked in surprise. Then they chuckled softly. "I'm glad you're alive, too, Short Stuff," Hange whispered, shifting a little lower on his body. Their hair fell forward, masking their face from what little light was daring to come into the room.
Silence punctured the air for too long.
"Oi," Levi spoke up just as Hange also opened their mouth to speak. They two exchanged amused glances. "The air suddenly got so depressing, didn't it?" Hange asked.
"You're the one that brought up tea," Levi remarked wearily.
"But how was I supposed to know it would make the mood this dismal?" Hange whined as Levi's hands drifted up their legs to give hips a light squeeze. "You're the one that brought up death."
"Only because you ran the conversation into a dead end with such a damn glum reply."
Again, Hange reprimandedly tugged at Levi's little hairs, but their attempted scowl was battered with a smile. Levi's hands slid up to feel up the curve of Hange's tight ass, the squeeze their hips.
"Fix it, then," Levi said. Hange's smile remained where it was as they bent down to hover their face above Levi's.
"Finally recovered, old man?" Hange mused.
In response, Levi grabbed Hange's jaw and smashed his lips against theirs. He may or may not have hissed, "Brat," as he did so.
When Levi yanked Hange's lips back down to his, a raw carnality took them over. A competitive aggression accented the way in which their messy kisses continued, the way their tongues slid against each other, the way their nails sunk into each other's skin, the way they yanked each other's hair.
Levi could still taste the flavor of his cum in their mouth. It only made him grow harder and he knew Hange felt it.
Just as Hange's long fingers dragged along his chest, running over the dozens of marks and scars that told his past, to curl tightly around the base of his neck, Levi squeezed Hange's ass— hard. His hands grabbed at their tight firm ass, fingers denting deep into its delicious curve.
With a pleasured grunt, Hange teeth grazed over Levi's bottom lip, sharp nips accenting the kiss. In reprimand, Levi slapped Hange's ass— hard. With a quiet gasp, Hange's back arched and they sunk their hips low. Unhurriedly, they pressed Levi's cock down against his abdomen and began to grind upon it.
Levi exhaled sharply, his mind reeling, as Hange rubbed their hot, dripping cunt torturously slowly, teasingly, over his length. With a smug little grin, Hange swallowed the pathetic involuntary groan that escaped Levi's lips. Their fingers tightened around Levi's throat.
It all almost felt so good, but his cock twitched in desperation for more— more friction, more heat, more Hange.
Pissed off and aroused, Levi roughly grabbed a fistful of Hange's hair. He yanked and their filthy locks with enough force to make them whimper sharply. "Get… the fuck… on me already, dumbass," Levi growled as he wrestled away every ounce of smugness with his tongue, lips and teeth. He felt Hange cunt throb, wet and beating, where it rested along the edge of his length.
In a reprimand for his audaciousness, Hange's grip on Levi's throat constricted strongly. Levi let out a choked gasp.
"A little...impatient, aren't we?" Hange whispered with their swollen lips still moving against Levi's before they pulled back. Their fingers slid down to weave a trail of bright scratches from Levi's neck to his chest, from his chest to his dick. Fucking finally, Hange's hold wrapped around his length. Hardly a heartbeat after they aligned his glistening head to their slippery entrance, Levi grabbed their hips and seamlessly shoved Hange down onto him.
The sharp whimper of pleasure that erupted suddenly from Hange's lips when he penetrated deep into them was raw and unrestrained. "Fuck," Hange whispered with a smile down at Levi before they began to bob their hips up and down— tight cunt sliding seemlessly along his length.
Levi rolled his head back on his pillow and let out a long, shaky exhale. He swallowed, his hands resting on Hange's ass.
Hange's hands fumbled for support on his body, settling at the bottom of the hardened muscles of his abdomen to maintain balance while their strong legs supported the fluid, rhythmic movements.
Levi made the mistake of watching Hange… watching how pathetic they looked as their brows furrowed up and their lips trembled with effort to mute the damning sounds that threatened to escape. His hands squeezed their ass even harder as they bobbed their hips in smooth, slick strokes.
So often, with so many people, sex had felt like little more than a chore. It was difficult for Levi to switch his mind off, to forget the world outside of the four walls. Sometimes staying hard took substantial effort. It hadn't been rare for Levi to never even come close to getting off. But, with Hange… things were a little bit different.
Aggravatingly, Levi already felt a heat building in his lower abdomen. It wasn't his fault that idiot four-eyes, with their hair clinging to their sweaty temple and their chest bouncing with every slide along his cock, was now looking down at him with such a desperate lewd expression. Their usually alert brown eyes were hazy, their lust-rotten mind filled with nothing other than how Levi felt inside of them.
Hearing Hange's shaky little breaths and feeling the way that they desperately clawed at his chest for better balance as they sped up their movements, was becoming too much for Levi. "Fuck...you, Hange," Levi hissed.
He refused to let himself cum already.
WIth his mind reeling, Levi flexed his muscle to jerk himself up in a sitting position. His hands spread over the small of Hange's back, catching their body and their surprise with that one simple touch.
Hange blinked at him in surprise, but then their arms draped over his shoulders. "Who told you… you could sit up?" Hange taunted, a little breathlessly, as their eyes fell to Levi's lips, ready to kiss them. "Shut up." Before Hange could resume riding him, Levi flipped them both over.
With a yelp, Hange's back hit the mattress and with a strikingly loud moan, Hange's whole body jerked as Levi's deep thrust slammed into a spot his dick hadn't been hitting before.
Hange's eyes widened in brief panic as their flushed gaze found Levi's. "Shit," Hange hissed as they clapped a hand over their mouth.
"Trying to wake everyone in the barracks?" Levi grunted as his hands clasped down on both of Hange's bruised knees. Hange trembled visibly when Levi spread them further apart.
But, instead of quipping back some usual quick-witted reply, Hange reached up to Levi's face. Their reddened lips pulled into a small smile as they caught his gaze. "Any… reason for this sudden unusual expenditure of effort?" Hange asked with feigned lightness.
You okay?
Levi's hair fell forward as he peered down at Hange. Shared nights between them were few and far between and as Levi narrow gaze flickered over Hange's flushed face, their warm brown eyes shining up at him with sweetened lust, their caring hands upon his jaw, and their familiar legs draped around him, he remembered why.
Levi felt Hange's muscles twitching, begging for friction and desperate to build upon ignited pleasure, but Hange kept their touch and gaze upon his face.
"Tch," Levi narrowed his eyes as his hands bundled the sheets under Hange, collecting them under the small of their back to get their body at an angle that he knew drove them mad. "You're making me sound lazy, Four-Eyes."
Yeah, I'm okay.
Levi felt Hange's laugh vibrate all around him. A shiver of pleasure raced up his spine just before Hange said, "That's because you are, Shorty."
I'm glad.
Levi began to glide in and out of Hange's slick core in slow, deliberate movements. With each stroke Levi dragged along Hange's soaking, sensitive insides.
Hange's hands fell to their mouth, gagging themselves to stifle the miserable whimpers they couldn't swallow. It wasn't their fault that they were always so… vocal. And it wasn't their fault that Levi knew Hange's body so well; that he knew how insatiable Hange grew when Levi groped their inner thighs while he fucked them; that looking up at Levi always turned them on even more; that fucking them at this angle, no matter the speed or force, would always turn them into a convulsing pathetic mess.
The obscene noises of Levi's cock thrusting Hange's cunt mingled with the whimpers and strangled curses that the hands clasped over Hange's lips failed to muffle.
Levi knew they both had to be quiet.
He knew the last thing both of them needed was the damn kids overhearing and finding out about this.
And yet, Levi's hand sailed down to the hot slippery mess he was fucking.
His fingers spread Hange's lips apart. A sharp, broken gasp escaped Hange's lips the second they felt Levi's fingertips brush against their throbbing clit. They stared up at him with an almost panicked expression as his thumb settled on their clit.
As Levi began to stroke in and out of Hange yet again, his thumb idly began to venture in slow, slight circles upon Hange's clit.
With a sharp whimper, Hange's head fell back to crumpled sheets. They cursed Levi under their breath. Desperately, Hange's hands pawed and clawed at the sheets until they found the nearest pillow.
Levi's deft fingers fingered the throbbing clit as his thrusts rocked Hange's entire body. How fucking good Hange felt... so warm, so slippery, and yet so tight around him.
Hange's legs began to shake. They squeezed their eyes shut and a broken, loud whimper managed to break out. Suddenly, to Levi's surprise, Hange slammed the pillow over their face.
Their back arched, their abdomen tightened. Although their mewls and stifled sobs were stifled by the pillow Hange so strongly pressed down, Levi could still hear the muffled cry of his name as Hange's whole body shuddered under him. Their legs held a death grip around his hips as their cunt clenched and convulsed along his length.
If it hadn't been for the sudden disappointment of not getting to properly see and hear Hange orgasm, Levi would've came with them right then and there.
Scowling, Levi stopped moving and immediately yanked the pillow away from a flushed breathless Hange. He didn't even see where he tossed the damn fucking thing. "Oi! What the damned hell was that?" he demanded in a furious hiss. As Levi he looked down at the mess that was Hange Zoe, every fiber of his being whined with protest, begging for him to resume his movements, desperate for the heat and friction it had been building.
Hange's hands now clutched at the sheets as they swallowed. Their wet bottom lip was cracked, their eyes clouded with an obscene expression, and their chest rising and falling deeply as they stared pathetically up at him. Hange's body slackened around him. "I didn't want to wake… everyone in the barracks, as you said."
Levi stared down at them, his mind went hazy with lust at the feel of still being in them.
He hesitated.
"Yeah, well...don't do that shit again," Levi said sharply, quietly. He leaned over to grab the other pillow from the bed and tossed it to some filthy corner of the room.
Hanji let out a shaky exhale but still managed to smirk up at him. Their lips had brushed over his chest when he had leaned over. "So demanding," they tittered, "Any other requests I should accommodate tonight?"
As Hange spoke, their hands fell to the nape of Levi's neck, rubbing it. Their touch drifted to his shoulders. To his upper back. Their gaze flickered over his face. Hange's gaze was still cloudy, their wet lips still parted as their chest heaved with uneven recovering breaths. They were still twitching, squeezing tightly around him. Levi already knew how much quicker and harder Hange was going to cum immediately after the first orgasm.
"Yeah," Levi exhaled, lowering to his elbows around Hange, "Keep your eyes on me."
For once, Hange didn't reply. They simply obeyed. With their fingers running over Levi's undercut and tangling into his black strands, Hange dragged his face down to theirs as his strokes resumed. Uneven exhales punctured Levi's neck, jaw and chin as Hange's lips dragged over his skin in lingering kisses. Then, when their lips reunited, Levi couldn't help but think about how good Hange's quiet little moans and whimpers tasted.
Already, Hange was struggling to maintain their composure again. Their hold on his hair was growing desperate, their nails were sinking into the pronounced muscles of his back.
As Levi snapped his hips into them harder, faster, his own desperation building, Hanji began to truly suffer: they could no longer kiss him back, their mouth was too busy fighting down all the little noises that Levi was forcing out of them.
Hange turned their face away, but their eyes were still on Levi when their hand slid to their mouth again.
"Oi," Levi growled instantly. His hand flew to their wrist. "What the hell did I just say, Hange?!" He yanked Hange's hand away from their mouth and pinned it to the bed. A second later, their fingers, almost bashfully, tangled together.
Hange swallowed. Their lips were shining with the spit of their kisses. Their bottom lip was cracked and bleeding from how hard they had been biting down on it.
"Shut...up...," Hange mused weakly, "You've been making... enough noise...for the both of us..."
Had he been? Levi hadn't noticed.
"Well, you looked fucking stupid," he lied in a strained tone, squeezing Hange's hand. Hange smiled weakly.
With their eyes set on each other, it wasn't long before Levi's thrusts grew desperate and Hange's half-choked cries filled the room. The bed creaked and groaned under them.
Levi heard himself gasp sharply as he felt Hange begin to squeeze around him.
"You...Le-vi..." Hange whispered, voice cracking as eyes, teary from effort to stay quiet, shined up at him. "Levi, Levi…," they gasped out again and again, each time, sounding ready to say something more, but only his name, bubbling forth in harsh, barely coherent moans at his ear came forth.
Levi's forehead fell against Hange's. It hurt, how hard Hange clutched his hair, as if it was their only connection to sanity. More, more, more... Levi's body was burning with desperation, racing against itself to consume as much of Hange as it could as quickly as it could. Hange let out a sharp sob as Levi's thrusts accumulated a ferocious speed and force, fucking them savagely.
"Fuck, four...ey-...," Levi groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. He was going to cum. His hold tightened with cruel fierceness on Hange's hand. His muscles tensed.
The second Hange's teeth sunk into Levi's shoulder in a desperate attempt keep them from crying out his name, Levi groaned and erupted inside of them. Sharp cascades of pleasure ran through Levi as Hange's body spasmed with his, their cunt throbbing in a tight grip around his spilling cock. He must've hissed out their name, for he heard it echo and ring throughout the cold room.
And then, still buried deep in Hange's orgasm, the tension in Levi's taut muscles melted away. His body slackened.
Hange's head fell back to the sheets, their touch slipping out of Levi's hair. Panting, sweating, neither moved or looked away from the other as both took a moment to recover. Their hands unraveled.
Hange swallowed. Their weak limbs now draped over his back in a loose embrace. Levi's body slumped atop of Hange, his heaving chest resting upon theirs. When they pulled out, Hange lightly shuddered under him.
Levi's forehead fell to the crook of Hange's neck. He closed his eyes, melting into Hange more and more with each passing second. When both had their breathing even, Levi felt Hange's fingertips begin to gently roam over the fresh scratches on his back and arms.
"Levi."
"Mm," he grunted weakly, tiredly.
"Did you seriously… just… cum in me?" Hange murmured, a tinge of amusement audible in her whisper. Levi slowly opened his eyes. He felt his eyelashes brush against the skin of Hange's neck. He closed them again. "You bit me," was his deadpanned defense.
"What? No, I didn't-…" Hange cut themselves off suddenly. Hange's fingers brushed over the telling indent just between Levi's neck and shoulder. "Oh, no," Hange whispered, "Fuck, Levi, I taste blood. I'm so sorry. Fuck, shit, get up, let me see it."
Hange never could shut up, could they?
When Hange began to try to push Levi up, he grunted in protest and pointedly pressed their weight down upon them even more. Without budging a centimeter, Levi wearily said, "It's from your bottom lip, dumbass. You bit it to blood."
For a brief moment, Levi's only response was a contemplative silence. And then, he felt Hange's quiet laugh rumble throughout their entire body. The corners of his lips twitched up. "I guess I did, didn't I?" Hange whispered, their fingers resuming their slow caresses.
Levi pressed the cold tip of his nose into the curve of Hange's neck. Levi rested his hand on Hange's chest. "You really are an abnormal," he whispered.