This chapter includes somnophilia and all related consent issues.

Erwin had never seen Levi drunk. He exercised strict control over his drinking habits, as he did with nearly every aspect of his life.

Maybe this was why.

Levi knocked against him as they headed upstairs, his usual impeccable balance thrown off.

He clearly wasn't a lightweight—he'd knocked back several fingers of dark whiskey with ease. But the drinks kept coming, and once he crossed the threshold of sobriety, there was no turning back.

Erwin had restrained himself, cutting his own supply off when his head began to buzz pleasurably. Now he played manservant to his most trusted subordinate, providing a sturdy shoulder to lean on, a guiding hand as Levi wobbled down the hall in search of bed.

Even drunk and stumbling, there was an inexplicable grace about Levi. His movements mesmerized Erwin, like a dancer's.

"Sleep," he croaked. His fingers fluttered over the buttons of his shirt, trying to undo them.

"Not yet." Erwin put his hand over Levi's. "You need to get to your room first."

"Don't…" Levi's scowl was sluggish but still reliable. "Don't tell me what to do, Erwin."

"I must. I'm your commanding officer."

"You're a prick."

"That, too."

Levi grunted assent, turning and knocking into Erwin. "Move."

Erwin allowed himself a chuckle. Levi was even more inebriated than he'd thought—the door he'd headed toward was Erwin's.

"That's not—" he began, before stopping himself.

Levi lurched past him, boots dragging obscenely against the rough-hewn floor. In the morning, he'd abhor the new scuff marks.

"Move," he said again, more insistent this time despite his thick tongue. "M'tired."

Erwin stood still, considering. It was still rare for Levi to come to him seeking any kind of companionship. Sex, blowjobs, any kind of gratification—he didn't initiate. He simply accepted what Erwin began.

Levi wasn't sending a tacit signal of what he wanted. He wasn't trying to say anything without actually saying it. He truly had confused the doors of their quarters.

Erwin had a choice. Correct him, send him on his way—

Or…

He opened the door.

"Bedtime, then."

"F'ckin fantastic," Levi sighed. He kicked off his boots, barely pausing to move them out of the way before making a beeline for the bed.

Erwin's bed.

Erwin watched Levi wordlessly as he slipped out of his clothes, preparing for bed in a room that was not his.

He flopped facedown on the mattress in a move that still managed to carry some finesse.

Erwin followed his path slowly, toward the bed.

Levi's face rose almost immediately from the sheets. "Smells like shit. Y'come wipe your ass in here or something?"

"Ah," Erwin hemmed. "Not exactly."

"Get outta m'room. God."

And with that, he slumped to the mattress and didn't move again.

Erwin watched him cautiously. Anxiously. Waiting for him to spring up, to realize whose room he was truly in.

Nothing of the sort. He murmured faintly before turning over with a heavy exhale.

He was more deeply asleep than Erwin had ever seen him.

Clad only in loosened pants, he lay in a heap on his side, legs tangled artfully together while one hip jutted straight up, tantalizing.

One arm lay languidly outstretched, fingers crooked delicately in a loose fist. His other hand was curled by his cheek, pillowing his face as a small child would do.

Erwin studied his face, pinched together in a scowl even in slumber. His dark eyelashes dusted his cheeks, silken and feathery. His mouth opened, allowing for messy exhales that were close to snores.

Resplendent.

Erwin shrugged off his own jacket and boots, coming to sit on the foot of his bed with a heavy sigh.

The mattress creaked under him. Levi twitched and groaned—a long, drawn-out hum that stirred suggestively in Erwin's core.

He reached out, letting one hand rest on Levi's bare, upturned hip.

His skin was warmer than usual. Still smooth and silky under Erwin's fingers, but the flush of tonight's alcohol had spread all throughout Levi's body, like furnace heat in his veins.

Erwin's legs clenched on instinct.

"Mm," said Levi. His hip twitched up into Erwin's palm.

Erwin was quiet as he removed the rest of his clothes, his pants already uncomfortably tight.

Back on the bed, he gently maneuvered Levi onto his back, easing his loosened pants down.

He took in Levi's body, bared for him like a feast. Lithe and muscular as always—yet looser, freer than normal. None of the tension Levi carried around. Even here, in Erwin's quarters, Levi found it hard to relax completely.

But tonight? Levi was completely uninhibited.

Even more beautiful than usual.

Erwin straddled him.

Even in the dim light of just one lantern, the rosy tint of Levi's cheeks was unmistakable. Erwin first took delight in tasting the flushed skin. His forays began light and cautious but quickly became heavier as Levi showed no signs of stirring.

He trailed messy kisses across Levi's vacant face, nipping at his plush lips, his elfin ears, the sharp line of his jaw.

Then his mouth moved downward, tracing Levi's throat. His teeth scraped against Levi's Adam's apple, which bobbed teasingly as Levi slept.

Levi hummed, the vibrations in his throat sending a thrill through Erwin. His cock hardened further.

He teased Levi's nipples with his fingers, feeling a wave of satisfaction as they hardened even in Levi's unconsciousness.

"Eager boy," he whispered into Levi's neck. "I'll have you. Patience."

His fingers traced Levi's smooth, muscular torso while mouthing at the veins on the soft underside of his arm.

"Ngh." Levi twitched under Erwin's hands, which strayed down his navel, brushing the coarse, dark hair between his legs.

Erwin smiled against Levi's wrist as he felt the unmistakable beginnings of an erection. Even in his inebriated state, Levi wanted this.

He would have fascinating dreams tonight.

Erwin kissed Levi's palm, then guided his small hand to his cock, already rising in anticipation. His hand was too limp to grasp anything, but the added warmth and friction helped his member harden further.

Erwin had a sudden image of a younger Levi, still in the Underground, just at the age where boys begin to explore their bodies. A blush rising deliciously in his soft, round child's cheeks as he discovered his first erection. Fist moving quick and erratic, pumping his cock to relieve the tension.

His own cock throbbed in anticipation.

Erwin pressed a kiss to the head of Levi's cock before reaching over his splayed body for the vial of oil in his bedside drawer.

"Not much longer."

His coated fingers caressed Levi's cock, his balls, before moving to circle the ring of muscle that would be his entrance.

"Relax for me."

Levi did not, as he was unable to hear. He whined in sluggish protest, flinching in his sleep as Erwin's first finger entered him.

"Shh." He massaged Levi's thighs, his ass, with his free hand. "You're all right."

He was incredibly tight, though. Erwin moved his finger back and forth inside Levi, trying to loosen him before adding a second finger.

Levi's hand, which had lain outstretched at his side, flew up to his face. His knuckles rested on his cheek, palm out as if to protect himself. His closed eyes pinched, mouth stretching in a wince.

"All right," Erwin murmured, more to himself than to Levi. "You're all right. Relax. Let it happen." He scissored his fingers inside Levi, taking care to be slow despite the growing ache of his own erection.

Levi clenched around his fingers, though he still flinched away from the intrusion. Erwin's navel swirled at the thought of how Levi would feel around his cock.

"Doing so well. Good boy."

A third finger, and his free hand rubbing gentle, soothing circles on Levi's stomach.

Levi grunted softly, lips parting to reveal his teeth. It always surprised Erwin how perfectly white and straight they were.

"That's it. You're all right."

He flexed his three fingers, spreading them inside Levi's ass. "Good."

He wasn't quite as open as Erwin would like, as pliant as he might be if he were conscious, but Erwin figured it would be as good as he could manage.

Another coat of oil slicked over his cock, and Erwin lifted Levi's narrow hips from the bed, aligning them with his own.

Even after all this time, it surprised him how someone so powerful could be so delicately shaped.

Humanity's strongest soldier whimpered like a child as Erwin's cock slid into him.

His brow furrowed, lips moving as though mouthing words without sound.

Erwin sighed in relief at the warmth engulfing his member on all sides. Tight and warm and inviting.

He braced Levi's ass with one hand, leaving his other hand free to stroke over Levi's sleeping face. He let his thumb catch on Levi's lip, pulling at the soft, moist skin.

"Mm. Good. So good."

If Levi were aware, he might have flushed at the compliments, as he sometimes did. He might have thrown his arms over his eyes, hiding from Erwin like an embarrassed child. It might have even furthered his erection.

As it was, though, Erwin's praise fell on deaf ears. The only response he got was a lethargic, drawn-out groan.

"I know. Impatient as always."

Erwin moved his hips in a gentle, tentative thrust, resisting the growing urge to slam into Levi as hard as he could.

Levi's legs twitched on either side of Erwin's torso. "Ngh."

Erwin thrust again, harder this time. God, he felt magnificent.

He began to set a pace with his hips, rocking Levi back and forth underneath him.

Levi's breath stuttered. Strands of his inky black hair flopped onto his cheek, tickling Erwin's hand that still lingered there, caressing his increasingly clammy skin.

Erwin grunted, thrusting faster into Levi. The friction and the heat, as well as Levi's broken, sleepy moans, brought him closer and closer to the edge.

He gripped Levi's hips with both hands, angling them into himself so as to grind even deeper. Levi's cock hardened with every thrust.

"So good—for me." Erwin panted through the praise, feeling the tension inside him build to a breaking point. He couldn't hold himself back any longer.

His knees shook. His back arched. He came hard inside Levi with a groan of satisfaction.

Levi jerked as if startled, his own back arching in response. Erwin had nearly lifted his entire body from the mattress by now.

Come dribbled hot from between his cheeks, adding to the clammy, sticky mess on his skin Levi would despise.

Stars danced in Erwin's vision, wreathing Levi in an unearthly glow. His sleeping face sparkled with a sheen of sweat. A dribble of saliva glistened at the corner of his mouth.

Precome leaked from the head of his red, erect cock.

Erwin lowered him gently to the mattress. He awarded warm, open-mouthed kisses to Levi's stomach. "Lovely. Beautiful."

All mine.

"Now, come for me. I know you're eager for it."

His still-oily fingers wrapped around Levi's cock, eliciting a long, drawn-out moan from his sleepy, drooling lips.

"Good. Good."

Erwin pressed kisses up his thigh, up his cock. He alternated friction with his fingers and his mouth, satisfaction slicing through him when Levi's hips bucked in response, or he grunted in his sleep.

He tasted his own come as his tongue strayed further, experimenting with the way Levi quaked and twitched in response.

"Hah—ah—"

Erwin smiled against Levi's ass. He was close, so close.

Fingers brushed his hair. Small, delicate fingers. For one frozen moment, Erwin thought Levi had awoken, his climax at hand. But his fist had merely clenched around the bedsheet, his body reacting to his impending ecstasy.

Erwin moved up the mattress, opting to cradle Levi's head and shoulders on his lap while his hand stayed to pump his cock to completion.

"Come for me."

As if on cue, Levi came with a gasp, decorating his torso with shining streaks of white.

Erwin rubbed his chest soothingly, letting his small body ride out the throes of climax. His hips jerked, come still leaking from his cock.

"Shiiittt," Levi groaned, a long, languid noise. The shine of saliva at the corner of his mouth leaked out, trailing down his cheek.

Beautiful.

Erwin traced his wet lips, admiring their plush shape, their rosy tint.

What a gift Levi was.

Kissing his slack lips brought back the taste of the alcohol he'd drank, the reason for Levi's current, gorgeous state. He hummed with pleasure into Levi's mouth.

Already his cock was beginning to harden again, the weight of Levi's supple skin against his.

"Another?" he murmured to his sleeping partner.

He eased Levi over, rolling him until he lay on his stomach. "From behind this time, I think."

"Mmm." Levi's moan was muffled, as his face was pressed into the mattress.

Erwin laughed gently as he turned Levi's head, freeing his face. His fingers caressed Levi's cheek, down his neck, his back, to his ass. "Not to worry. I'll take good care of you."

.

Levi woke feeling like shit.

His limbs ached. His spine felt ready to snap. His head pounded, brain throbbing inside his skull like an extra heart, beating, beating, beating…

His senses, which usually could tell exactly what time it was and how long he'd slept, seemed to have switched off entirely.

Light through the window seared into his eyes. He grunted and raised one hand to shield his face. At least he knew it was morning—sunrise.

Wait.

The angle was wrong.

His window was not there. The sunrise never greeted him like this.

To top it all off, the bed he lay in was not his own. The sheets, the smell—and it was too wide.

Where was he?

He jerked up onto one elbow. "What—?" His mouth was dry. His voice came out a weak rasp.

The movement sent another shock of pain through his head. His arm throbbed with the simple task of holding part of his body upright.

The mattress shifted behind him, then a warm hand settled on his shoulder. "Relax. You're with me."

Erwin's deep voice sliced through his delicate senses. It was too loud, too grating. It scraped like metal against his overly sensitive eardrums.

It certainly didn't soothe him.

Levi clamped his hands over his ears. "Shut u—"

It was then that he noticed a purpling mark on the inside of his wrist.

A bruise?

Where had that come from?

His stomach twisted. He didn't know.

Levi drew his legs up toward his chest, curling inward on himself. With that movement, he became aware of the sticky, drying crust between his legs. "Wha—"

Not only that, but his legs, his ass, ached like he'd ridden a damn horse for a week straight.

"What—th'fuck—" Adrenaline flooded his limbs, which somehow made them feel even worse.

What had happened to him?

"You're all right, Levi." Erwin's fingers squeezed his shoulder, thumb stroking back and forth. "You just slept here with me."

They'd done more than sleep, it seemed.

Levi collapsed back against the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. He drew the heavy sheet up to his chin, desperate for any kind of protection, any kind of shield from this sore, vulnerable state he found himself in.

God, his head was killing him. And his ass.

"I don't…remember." His memory was a blur. He didn't know how he'd gotten to Erwin's bed. He didn't know where the bruises on his wrists had come from. He didn't remember getting railed with a fucking tree trunk, bark and all.

His stomach squeezed uncomfortably. The blank void in his memory felt like a deep, dark pit—and he was falling into it.

Erwin's hand strayed up his neck, stroking his hair. "Think back. What's the last thing you do remember?"

Levi shivered. Erwin's touch somehow gave him goosebumps and worsened his throbbing headache at the same time. "I…we were drinking." The night was a blur after dinner. The liquor burning through him…

Levi rolled, turning to face Erwin. His face was smooth, giving nothing away. "Did I…?"

"You were quite drunk, yes."

Levi's heart pounded. "You brought me here."

"You came here yourself."

Levi hadn't made the mess between his legs by himself, though. "What did you do?" The thought twisted at him, at his trust in this man at his side.

Erwin raised his thick brows. "Nothing you didn't want. You were quite eager, even in your state."

Even in your state. Levi had been blackout drunk, and now had no memory of the night. And Erwin had thought he could…he had…

What the fuck.

"I didn't—"

"It's all right." Erwin's gaze was gentle. He reached for Levi again.

Levi shrank away. He stared at Erwin with a mixture of amazement and revulsion.

"…No." It sure as hell wasn't.

He rolled away, turning his back on Erwin once more. He stared in silent horror at the sunlit wall, trying to wrap his pounding mind around what had happened.

It wasn't the bruises. Or the pain. Erwin had given him plenty of both in the past. Levi didn't begrudge him that. Sometimes he even welcomed it.

It was the total loss of control that was sending him into a spiral. Levi had to surrender control of his own accord, always with the condition that he could take it back, if need be. (He'd never had to with Erwin.) To have that freedom taken from him, his agency completely overridden while he lay unconscious, helpless…

He thought he might be sick.

Erwin's hand still landed on him despite his retreat, large and warm and soothing on his bare hip.

Levi flinched.

"You were magnificent."

There was no trace of remorse, or guilt, or even deflection in Erwin's voice.

Levi's eyes burned. He remembered none of it.

Don't cry. Can't cry. Not here. Not now.

Erwin was closer now, his chest bare and burning against Levi's back.

He felt so smooth and clean compared to Levi's tacky, sweaty skin, bearing all the evidence from last night's activities.

Don't cry. Don't cry.

His lips worked their way down Levi's scalp, his neck.

"You're quite a sight to behold when you drink, Levi. I'd very much like to see it again."

Don't cry.