"Fuckin'—piece of shit—"

"Shh," Erwin soothed him. "Let it go. Let it go."

He'd miscalculated. He'd thought enough time and distance had passed that he could speak of Levi's friends without igniting that rage. That fiery, captivating rage.

"You can't—you don't—don't you fucking—" Levi gripped the sleeves of his jacket, shoving his face into Erwin's.

Those snarling lips begged to be kissed.

He cupped Levi's beautiful, angry face between his hands. "Let it out. Let it go."

"Fuckin'—" he hissed. His eyes sparkled with unshed tears. "Hate—you."

"Shh. Shh." Erwin smoothed his hair. He guided Levi's face to his, capturing his lips in a firm kiss—

Levi bit him.

Erwin jumped back in surprise, his mouth falling open.

Levi glared at him, eyes alight with that same fury as when he'd swung his blade at Erwin outside the walls. Erwin had been forced to catch the blade, leaving a thin white scar across his palm and fingers.

He cherished those marks.

His lip throbbed. He flicked his tongue out and tasted blood.

Levi's nails dug into his skin through his shirt. "You think you can just—you think I just—got over it?"

"A poor choice of words on my part."

"Fucking asshole. Have you ever lost anyone in your goddamn life?"

Erwin opened his mouth to reply, then stopped with a sharp exhale. Somehow, he didn't think Levi actually wanted to hear an account of his sad childhood at the moment.

He worked his hands further back, cradling Levi's neck in what he hoped would be a calming gesture. His thumbs stroked the sharp, angry cheekbones. "You just need—"

"Fuck you. If you say time—"

"I wasn't going to." (He had been about to.) "Breathe. You're going to make yourself sick."

"You make me—" He was cut off as Erwin brought their lips together again in a violent clash.

Levi kissed him back this time, all teeth and helpless, righteous fury. Anguished noises escaped him every time he drew back for a breath.

Erwin devoured each one like candy.

His nails scrabbled against Erwin's shoulders, his knees pressing bony and punishing into Erwin's hips.

Despite his anger, despite his constant, confident fuck-yous, Levi clung to him like the only lifeline in a deep, dark lake.

Perfect.

.

They didn't make it to the bed.

Levi's lips refused to be parted from his skin. He nipped and bit, his teeth scraping Erwin's tongue, his jaw, his neck.

Erwin was able to remove his boots, his pants, his jacket, but couldn't get Levi's shirt over his head. The most he could do was loosen the fussy cravat he bound about his collar.

He sank back in his chair, his own pants undone, as Levi settled more securely on his broad lap.

"That's it." Erwin ran his hands along Levi's ass, savoring the soft yet muscular skin as he guided him toward his hardening member.

Levi sank onto his cock with a pained gasp, his ragged, panting breaths edged toward what sounded like sobs. His teeth sank into Erwin's shoulder, hard enough to bruise.

"Good," Erwin breathed into his ear. He wrapped one hand across the back of Levi's neck. Soothing him. Locking him in place. "Good boy."

Levi's hand tightened, pinching the skin of his bare back. He whined, a high, fretful sound that sent a thrill through Erwin. His hips bucked on instinct, driving his cock further into Levi.

Levi flinched, stiffening. Then he relaxed again, sinking his warmth around nearly the full length of Erwin's sex. His mouth settled on a new place to bite, further down Erwin's shoulder.

The small pains didn't bother Erwin in the slightest. Not while Levi was here, stuck to him like glue, hands squeezing, kneading his flesh. Letting Erwin inside him. Mouth open and warm against his skin.

A few teeth marks were inconsequential.

Erwin's thumb stroked back and forth across Levi's neck, grazing the stubble of his undercut. He echoed this motion with the rhythm of his hips, up and into Levi as Levi relaxed into him.

Each noise from Levi sank sweet into his skin, further proof that he was the cause, that he was the comfort.

His free arm wrapped around Levi's narrow frame, pulling him closer still, so he could feel every twitch, every tremble that ripped through Levi.

Levi's teeth continued to tear into him, traveling both down his bare chest and down his shoulder blade. Once, his teeth closed around Erwin's collarbone, the only bite that made him flinch.

Still, he relished every sensation. The heat of Levi's skin against his own, the weight of his lean, lithe body, the simmering rage, the need for violence that Erwin hoped he could fuck out of him.

Levi's fist clenched in his hair, his rocking on Erwin's cock becoming more and more frantic. A keening whimper hissed out between his teeth, at the same time Erwin became aware of the hot, eager, weeping cock against his stomach.

Levi came with a beautiful yelp, forehead pressed into the join of Erwin's neck and teeth-worn shoulder, hand unable to reach his cock in time. His mess splattered between them, fevered and needy.

Erwin held him firmly in place, even as he slumped, spent by his exertions—the sensations that Erwin had wrung out of him.

Levi's breaths, gasping in and out, ragged and uncontrolled, were what carried Erwin to completion. He came hot and pulsing inside Levi, hands locked around Levi's small waist underneath his loose shirt.

They remained locked together, connected in the most primal of ways, while their breath mingled and slowed and warmed each others' skin.

Levi's teeth closed on Erwin's neck one final time, the effort weak and drained.

Erwin's mouth found Levi's ear, letting his tongue dart out to taste the clammy sweat beading on Levi's temple before whispering.

"Remember. No regrets. Hate me all you want, but look forward. Not back."

Levi clenched again at the sound of his voice. Erwin's spent cock throbbed in spite of itself.

Levi could hate Erwin forever, as long as he could exercise his anger in such a productive, fulfilling manner.

His breath shuddered in and out against Erwin's skin like a child desperate for a shoulder to cry on.

Erwin would gladly be that shoulder, that solace.

"Don't." Levi surprised him by murmuring into his shoulder. "Don't…hate you."

His voice was quiet. Frayed. It cracked in a way that Erwin had never heard from him before. Not even at his most broken.

"Want to. Wish I could." His hands tightened around Erwin's back in something that was almost an embrace. "Just…can't."

For a moment, Erwin was unable to form a reply. He simply sat frozen as Levi clung to him.

"Oh, Levi."

He wrapped his arms fully around the man on his lap, pulling him into his chest. His lips caressed Levi's temple, soothing.

Levi huddled against Erwin, head tucked into his broad shoulder with a shaky sigh that sounded to Erwin like a surrender.