A/N: Two things: 1) Drunk Hange 2) Things get spicy!

This was originally the second half of Chapter 4, but I decided to make it easier to read a bit by breaking them up. I don't know about you guys, but I find myself way more willing to read shorter chapters that make it easy to chunk into my busy schedule. If you leave a review, let me know your preference!

Disclaimer: I do not own AOT/SNK or any of the characters used in this fic.

CHAPTER 5: GIVING IN

Back at the barracks, Levi stood outside, sucking on a cigarette like a baby on a pacifier. Normally, he found smoking to be a disgusting habit good for nothing but stinking up every scrap of fabric one owned, but the whiskey he swiped had worn off long ago. Now, his nerves felt like absolute fucking razor blades and he needed something to take the edge off.

He inhaled deeply, feeling the sweet relief of nicotine as it penetrated his lungs and made him feel a little closer to sanity again… as close as he could get anyway.

"LEVI!" the exuberant voice of Zoë Hange split the night. She flounced drunkenly up to Levi, draping an arm over his shoulder and collapsing her weight onto him. "You left the party eeeearly!" she slurred. "Where's the fun in that?"

"Fuck off, four eyes." Tonight Hange would have been barely tolerable sober, let alone three drinks past that.

"Smokin', huh? You only do that when you're reeeeeeally depressed or mad. So who's the unfortunate–hic–soul that crossed you this–hic–time?"

"It'll be you if you don't leave me alone right the fuck now," he said sourly, taking another long drag. Any relief the rest of the cigarette had given was all but gone now.

"Oooh, scary Levi," she mocked. "You knoowww you love meeee!"

Reasoning with her was pointless, drunk or sober, so Levi crushed his cigarette against the sole of his boot and made for the barracks. "LEEEVVIIIII, don't leave… eye! HA! Get it?" Hange dissolved into a fit of giggles and all but forgot about Levi in the wake of her oh-so-hilarious joke.

Levi used it as an excuse to slip quietly inside and retreat to his quarters. He slipped off his boots on the mat so as not to track dirt onto the floor. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, tossed his cravat onto the table, and collapsed on the bed, one arm draped across his eyes.

What a damn fool he was, to think he had ever deserved someone like her.

And he'd let it get so out-of-hand that now he was sure any chance of even being pleasant around each other was dead and gone, just like everyone else he had ever cared about. What a miserable, pathetic creature he was.

A knock on the door broke Levi from his self-loathing, but he was set on ignoring it. Probably just Hange looking to continue being a pain in his ass. The knock sounded again.

"Go the fuck to bed and sleep off the booze, Hange!" he yelled. No reply, just another knock. On second thought, the knock was too soft for the barreling freight train that was Zoë Hange, but whoever it was seemed just as persistent.

Grumbling to himself, he pushed himself off the bed and toward the door. Someone had better be dying, he thought, as he flung the door open.

There, standing in the dim torchlight of the hallway was the last person he expected. Mikasa.

Levi blinked, once, then twice, hardly believing she was standing in the door to his room after what had transpired between them just hours ago. She had already changed out of her dress, he noticed, vaguely disappointed.

Levi could see her jaw was set, the muscles beneath her fine pale skin flexing just slightly. "What if I don't want to forget about it?" Mikasa demanded, a little breathlessly.

The words echoed around Levi, as if the rest of the world had faded into a void and there was just him and Mikasa and whatever this dangerous connection was between them. "Well," he said, steeling his resolve to keep a cool mask, "some might consider that insubordination."

"And you? Do you consider it insubordination? Would you have me court marshaled for this, Captain?" Her words were a taunt, and they infuriated him. Not because she was disobeying his orders, but because he felt powerless in their wake.

And because they aroused him.

Levi couldn't resist anymore. Like the titans, all monsters were once just men and Levi indeed felt like just a man here, weak and powerless against his most basic, animal urges. He grabbed Mikasa's wrist and roughly pulled her into his quarters, using her body to slam the door shut as he pinned her against it.

Before she even knew what was happening, Levi was on her, his lips pressed tightly against hers. She had expected him to put up more of a fight, so she wasn't prepared for this just yet, but it didn't take long for her to respond in kind. Her mouth opened against his hungrily, allowing him to slip his tongue inside.

Levi couldn't believe it. He was kissing Mikasa. Really kissing her. It was wrong, he knew, but it felt so damn good. Mikasa broke their kiss to breathe and Levi took the opportunity to slide his mouth across her jaw, laying a trail of wet kisses all the way to her ear.

But he wanted more and began to unravel the red scarf around Mikasa's neck, the neck he craved to see simply because she always kept it hidden, even tonight in her dress that didn't hide much. He felt her tense so he whispered hotly in her ear, "I promise I'll give it back."

Slowly, she relaxed, signaling to Levi it was okay to remove the scarf. Figuring she wouldn't appreciate him discarding it to the floor, he gently hung it on the coat rack beside the door then turned his attention back to her beautiful, slim neck. Seeing it somehow felt more intimate to Levi than if he were looking at her buck naked wearing nothing except the scarf.

He smothered it in kisses, lightly suckling the spot beneath her jaw bone where her pulse fluttered. His hot breath may have only touched her neck, but it left Mikasa feeling warm all over, especially at the bottom of her core.

Levi's hands crawled across her waist, touching the bare skin where her shirt rode up and revealed her porcelain stomach. The instant he touched her skin, he wanted—no, needed—more of it. In one swift motion, Levi grabbed the hem of her shirt and whipped it smoothly off over her head. Suddenly, he was glad she changed out of the dress, as he was certain that wouldn't have been so easy to remove—at least not in one piece.

Underneath, Levi saw she was wearing nothing, no bra, no undershirt. His breath hitched in his throat at the sight of her bare breasts, not overly large but perfectly sculpted atop layers of hard-won muscle.

Mikasa had instinctually raised her arms above her head to let the captain remove her shirt, then settled them back down on his shoulders, knotting her fingers in his shaggy hair. She made a fist, pulling his hair hard enough that it forced his head back up from where it was planting kisses along her clavicle and to her mouth once more.

Impatiently, as if to say fair's fair, she tugged at the back collar of Levi's shirt until he reluctantly released his arms from their duty exploring her bare torso so that she could pull the already open front shirt easily away.

Their arms wrapped around each other once more, ravenous but also curious. This was unfamiliar territory and they took their time exploring each curve, each fold, each wiry etching of scars from the countless wounds they had been dealt.

Mikasa's hands paused at a particularly large and lumpy scar arching savagely across his torso. Slowly, she traced its length with her middle finger, down, down, down until it collided with the belt of the captain's trousers. Coyly, she continued following the scar, slipping her hand into Levi's waistband.

The second she touched him there, Levi jolted. His body hummed with electricity, every nerve set agonizingly on fire that only more of Mikasa could extinguish. He wanted her, morals be damned!

Done with slow introductions, Levi pulled Mikasa away from the wall, scooping her up in his arms and tossing her onto the bed as if she weighed no more than a spare blade.

Hmm, so he likes silk sheets, she vaguely had the time to think before Levi was on her, kissing her like he'd been drowning and she was made of pure oxygen. Mikasa, wrapping her long legs around Levi's waist, tugged his hips into hers until she could feel how much he wanted her.

Levi leaned back for a moment, his eyes flashing dangerously. A warning, that if she kept doing that, she wouldn't be able to turn back. Mikasa grinned deviously and replied by moving her hips in a slow, circular pattern. A feral smile played at the edge of Levi's lips.

Suddenly, a series of three knocks sliced through their heavy breathing. Levi froze, mouth hovering just away from Mikasa's. He placed a finger to her lips but decided to silence her with his instead.

The knock came again, This time louder and more urgent. He tore away from Mikasa's mouth. "The fuck is it?" he growled, through gritted teeth.

"Levi," the commander's deep, silky voice came through the door. "I'm sorry to bother you so late after the festivities, but I'm afraid there is an urgent matter I need your help with."

"Shit," Levi breathed the curse, almost like an apology, planting one final kiss on her lips before prying his body away from her magnetic field and pulling on his clothes. "To be continued," he promised.

Levi opened the door only slightly, so as to be sure the commander couldn't peek in and see one of his soldiers half-naked on Levi's bed. He closed the door swiftly, but not before Erwin caught a glimpse of a certain red scarf hung on the coat hook. He said nothing, about that or the bulge in Levi's pants he was trying very poorly to shield with his coat. "I hope I didn't interrupt your evening too much," Erwin said slyly, eyeing Levi's red face and uncharacteristically disheveled appearance.

"Would it matter if I said you did?" Levi replied grouchily.

"No. This is an urgent matter. Someone tried to break into Historia's room. We need to ensure the castle is secure."

"Sir," Levi affirmed, before following the commander in the exact opposite direction of the only place he wanted to be.

Hours later, Levi staggered back into the Scout barracks. He was exhausted, horny, hungover, and pissed off as Hell.

The ordeal was moronic, a case of confusion that, had the Military Police a shred of grey matter in their skulls, wouldn't have needed to involve the Scouts at all.

But at least he was going back to her. Stupid. She's not a puppy. She won't still be there.

He paused at his door, steeling himself for the inevitable disappointment of an empty bed when he opened the door to find her… there. She was still there, curled up on his bed with her back to him. He couldn't believe she was there…

…and sound asleep.

"Shit," Levi sighed half-heartedly, as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket over her. It wasn't the end of this weird evening Levi had been hoping against hope he would get, but it wasn't a bad one either.

Levi tossed his coat aside and crawled in bed with Mikasa, still fully clothed. Timidly, as if afraid she would disappear upon his touch (more like wake up screaming that he was a perv), he hovered his hand over her hip before ever so slowly snaking his arm over her. Mikasa's arms tightened around his and she pulled his arm close into her chest. A soft, hum of contentment vibrated from Mikasa's chest and Levi couldn't help but smile into the darkness as he drifted off to sleep.

She stayed.