I have more important things to do than write porn about fake people.

Okay, let's be introspective for a bit. Do I really?

His hands were full, so he had no choice but to substitute knocking with pounding his toes into the wooden door. Before Levi could even replace his foot to the ground, Mikasa Ackerman had opened the door just enough to see who would be on the other side. Her face was unreadable when she realized it was her Captain Levi who had paid a visit.

"Jesus, this tray is heavier than it looks, so won't you let me in?"

Levi brought her what looked to be dinner on a literal silver platter. He could tell she was leaning toward rejecting his offering, but somehow she came to the decision to let him in. "But you're so big and strong, Levi."

"It's Captain Levi," He dropped the tray onto the bed, since the room lacked an otherwise suitable dining surface. "I ran out into the city to purchase this just for you, so you'd better enjoy it."

"I never asked you to do that," Mikasa took a seat on her bed, up by the pillows. "But, regardless. I suppose I owe you a thanks."

He watched as Mikasa Ackerman slowly analyzed the food before her, poking and prodding each entree before deciding that the hot tea was a good place to start her meal. Levi watched as she delicately dipped the tea bag into the hot water, tracked her motions as she didn't add any sugar or lemon to the drink. Once the tea was brewed to her desired strength—not very strong at all—she sipped politely.

She cleared her throat. "Did you want to sit?"

Joining her on a bed seemed much too intimate, especially since he had just bought and served her dinner. "No, I'd rather not."

Levi was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes mindlessly boring into the sight of the girl. Mikasa Ackerman was attacked and nearly raped—because of him. His conception caused his mother to be raped, and his sick need to complete a mission put another innocent girl in harm's way. He deserved the infernos of hell, and the guilt skinned the insides of his guts. He knew the repercussions that the trauma of sexual assault brought, and he put Mikasa Ackerman on the front lines anyway.

So he felt bad, so he bought her dinner. A debt was paid, he could now sleep easy.

Yet he still knew he wouldn't be dreaming pleasantly for a long while.

He was just as bad as every other rapist out there.

These thoughts as he stared at this girl—nothing innocent, nothing respectable.

Oh god she was so beautiful. Those plump lips, and slender fingers. She had a body that made him feel like he was dying. Levi knew he was the best of the best—arrogant, yet unarguably accurate. It was the fact of the world that the best only deserved the best, and it was another fact of the world that Mikasa Ackerman was as close to best as a human specimen could ever get. So it only made sense that he deserved her.

"You're picturing me naked, aren't you, Captain Levi?"

He licked his lips. "I can't be that obvious."

"Let's be a bit honest," She was getting up, putting the still-full tray onto the dresser. "Did you think this could actually happen?"

It only made sense that he deserved her, but sometimes the world failed to make sense.

"I'm going to ask again, Captain," She was getting closer, his heart was palpitating. "Are you picturing me naked?"

"I am."

"Would you like to see the real thing?"

That was plenty enough of an invitation. His lips were on hers, hands lifting her waist up into the air. Levi held her up, hands firmly holding her against him, and he let his lips mesh against hers. She was a simple kisser, with no forcible tongue and ostentatious noises, and while those were more sought-after traits for Levi, he suddenly didn't want that. He was coming undone, and he needed her to do the same.

She let him tongue-kiss her, and his eyes dared to open slightly. Mikasa's lids were tightly squeezed, brows furrowed, she almost looked desperate. Then she fought her way out of his lift, not disconnecting her once as she lead him to the bed.

Levi expected her to fall flat on her back, have him be the one to top, because that was how each of his previous sexual encounters ever went. It was always understood that Levi would take control. And yet, right when they both were at the mercy of gravitational acceleration, Mikasa maneuvered a spin that had her straddling Levi against the bed.

"Take off your clothes," Her voice was on the edge of disappearing, raspy and low.

And while he was never the best with demands, this was one he could make an exception for. However, he was losing knowledge of how a belt buckle worked as she removed her weight from on top of him, standing up to let her pants dip slower and slower to the floor.

Breathing was a lost concept to Levi when he saw she was not wearing any form of an undergarment, and then he had to risk asphyxiating when he saw she was shaved bare. She was so young, and just by looking at her, he could only imagine how tight she'd be.

Levi needed the upper hand, needed the power back. So he went to physically gain it.

He was anything but gentle when he tore her shirt over her head, and left no time for preparation when he latched his mouth onto her nipple. She let out a small ah, which made him sink his teeth into the flesh. Her small ah turned into a bigger one.

"Oh, fuck," Mikasa mouthed, hands prying his face away from her unholy body. She pinned him down to the sheets, placing one knee on either side of his hips, hovering just above him. "Look how wet I am, Captain."

She was wet, Levi could see the glistening beauty of her youthful, taut body. His thoughts were anything but decent. He connected his thumb with her clit, not even experimenting, but immediately diving right in.

There was no doubt he could survive on nothing but her moans. They were airy, innocent. A virgin with sensory overload. "You like that, Ackerman?"

Her hand was around his wrist, forcing him to a halt. "This isn't about me. It's about you."

Before he could really figure out what the hell that meant, her hips lowered down to his. He hissed when the heat of the wetness came into the contact with his dick. She didn't penetrate, and in all honesty, he was okay with it. Levi had never in his life been a fan of foreplay, but with Mikasa Ackerman, he felt like he could allow it.

Mikasa ran the length of this throbbing, aching dick in between her folds, taking her hand to circle his tip around her clit. "Is my pussy getting you off, Captain Levi?"

Oh fuck. She was such an enigma. With her words and her motions, she had a pornographic confidence and maturity. Mikasa was in touch with her sexual power, and she knew how to use it. But as Levi looked up into her dark eyes and watched her panting lips, there was something so innocently vulnerable about her.

The room was silent, save for a creaking bed and desperate panting. She caught hold of his eyes. "I know you sent that sick man after me."

She kept rubbing against him, not losing pacing with her movements. Mikasa lowered her lips to his neck, teeth digging into the collarbone. "And if you ever put me in harms way ever again," Her hands wrapped around his throat, eyes dark and unwavering as she met contact with his. "I will kill you."

And then, Mikasa Ackerman was orgasming.

"I'll fucking kill you."

Shortly thereafter, so was Levi.

Levi wanted to say something. He wanted to be the proverbial dog, lifting its proverbial leg and taking a nice and long proverbial piss all over the slab of real estate that Mikasa Ackerman proverbially embodied. He couldn't help that he wanted to parade that his dick came into bare and intimate contact with the likes of her own sexual center, but it was still rather early in the morning and Levi couldn't quite bring himself to spend the effort required to come up with breakfast-appropriate euphemisms.

But, despite his very immature need to parade the sexual deviance he had recently taken part in, Levi was never one to kiss and tell.

And on top of that, these were trivial affairs to be clouding the mind. Levi frowned at the oily citrus residue griming up his fingers as he peeled his orange—he'd smell like a goddamned orchard up until dinner, that was for sure. Erwin, elbows all over the table, piles of paperwork spread amongst the variety of sausage links and breakfast carbohydrates, stirred tablespoon after tablespoon of sugar into his coffee.

Handsome, certainly, but his table manners were barbaric. And as far as Levi was concerned, Erwin's post-dawn stubble was anything but attractive. He was a slob, so it baffled the mind as to why the ladies flocked to him.

Once again, his mind occupied itself with irrelevant nonsense. Erwin Smith was a dear friend, an admirable man with an entire book's worth of achievements. When Levi finally tuned into the movement of Erwin's mouth, this book was about to have a newest chapter added, apparently.

"—a lot of money, so I would like you to have a word with him."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Don't tell me that my right-hand is losing his bearings," Erwin decided that was finally enough sugar for his coffee. Levi was surprised when he skipped on the cream. "I asked for you to head up to the walls. A Garrison guard is in quite deep, and he's a few months behind on some payments."

A petty squabble over debts. Levi hardly blinked at the task. "It's as good as done, Erwin."

"Take Ackerman," Erwin commanded, sipping his drink, wincing at the taste and going to add more sugar. "I feel like with a few more missions, she'll finally learn the ropes of this system."

"Those ropes are coiled very tight, Erwin. She should hardly be any concern to you."

Either Erwin was genuinely dense, the unlikelier of the two, or he allowed Levi's rather bitchy comment slide. "Believe me, Levi, I should be very concerned about how tight she is."

Levi thought it was in good taste to leave the sexual innuendo away from breakfast, but his mind had clearly been the only one to grace such a thought. And yet, the sweetness of the orange wedge mashed between his tongue and the roof of his mouth only left a bitterness. A certain heaviness of the stomach that came with the image of Mikasa riding Commander Erwin into the sunset.

He decided two bites of an orange would be plenty sustenance for the day.

Like a predator sniffing out weakness in the wild, Erwin Smith gave a half-genuine smile—all white teeth, one corner of the lips quirked up nice and high. "What, not hungry this morning, Levi?"

The answer was no, he was not hungry in the morning, and because of it, a handful of hours later, Levi was suffering. He had to let out a fake cough to cover the rumbling of his stomach—there was weakness in hunger, and Levi would kill himself right on the spot before ever showing weakness.

Especially with Mikasa Ackerman present for the mission.

She kept quiet, eyes making nice with the ground. Levi tried with his might to try and read her body language—was that slump in her shoulders due to shame, or regret? Was the lack of any eye contact hinting toward embarrassment? With the way she could grind those hips, she had no reason to feel embarrassed about anything. Mikasa Ackerman was a sexual goddess in her own right, a certain aspect of purity keeping Levi's curiosity alive and well.

And because of this curiosity, Levi couldn't help but make conversation. "I'd assume a ballerina has never found herself at the top of the walls before?"

It was as if there was no introversion in her demeanor. Her eye contact was fierce, almost challenging. "Actually, Captain Levi, my father took me up here as a child."

"What business does Dr. Jaeger have fifty meters in the air?"

"With all due respect, Levi," She was so infuriatingly calm. There was no apparent aggression in her voice, but Levi knew better. Mikasa was trying to get under his skin, and dear god, it was working. "Since, clearly, you know me so perfectly well, I would have thought you knew I had a life prior to the Jaegers."

Levi felt the urge to kill tingling in his fingertips. "I did."

"Then you'd know that a doctor doesn't have any business fifty meters in the air."

The winds were much stronger on the top of the wall, so maybe the urge to continue this antagonism merely blew away into the atmosphere. Or maybe Levi was rather shocked that despite her act of physical affections showed in the night prior, he was still as good as dead to Mikasa. For fear of, unsurprisingly, weakness, Levi decided that it was the prior reasoning.

Neither Levi nor Mikasa moved anywhere. Mikasa was ordered to follow Levi, and Levi was simply enjoying the view. It was almost as amazing as it was sickening that his entire existence was limited to everything before him, right within the confines of these corrals. While he couldn't see the walls on the other side of the horizon, he knew they were there, and that really wedged something deep underneath his skin. Levi tried not to get political with the lack of funding to attempt outside exploration, and he tried not to get existential with why the titans were created. So instead, he decided to observe how the oranges of the sun melted into the dark green broccoli tops of the forests, and he counted all of the rooftops on the city literally below his feet.

He deemed it safe enough to steal a sideways glance toward Mikasa. Similar to his own somber concentration, she let her eyes blur the lines between the sky and the earth. She was motionless, not even swaying with the breeze. No shifting her weight between her feet. Not an itch to scratch or a stray hair to flatten back down. But she was glowing. Not as brightly as the sun, but with twice the intensity.

If that made sense.

In his own defense, Mikasa Ackerman didn't make sense, and he was thinking on an empty stomach, so nothing he was internally saying held much merit anyway.

It was like bugs feasting on the rotting innards of his body, the way the hunger roasted himself from the inside out. Levi wasn't a gluttonous man, in fact he abhorred those who were, but he had spent the vast majority of his life not knowing when his next morsel of anything would be. He had to hunt for a means to survive, and this was while Levi's age was in the single digits. Hunger wasn't as much as a physical inconvenience as it was an emotional trauma.

The more he thought about it, though, Levi realized that he didn't have a consistent eating schedule until Erwin Smith offered his own fucked-up version of refuge. But Levi was fed and sheltered, and maybe Erwin's request for payment wasn't that bad.

Levi knew that by the end of this night, he'd have dinner. Now he'd just have to earn that dinner by finishing this mission.

"Come along, Ackerman."

He turned on his foot, back toward the inside of the walls, and he made his way toward the station where the Garrison guards wasted their time while on duty. Mikasa followed along, steps right behind Levi.

"What is it that you need me to do?"

"Nothing, to be honest. So stay silent, stay pretty. Try not to delay anything, you got that?"

Mikasa never dignified Levi's orders with any sort of verbal response, and Levi didn't find it necessary to turn around to seek a visual one. So they left it at their muted understanding.

Only for a few footsteps worth.

"What was that?" Levi turned back at the girl, inches before his hand was within grabbing distance of the station's door handle. She had muttered something quietly and quickly, probably more to herself than to actually instigate another conversation.

"I didn't say anything."

"Really?" He turned back forward, opening the door. "I was sure you said something along the lines of, 'I've been here before.'"

They both knew she said this, but Levi felt it unnecessary to build on that. Mainly due to the fact that a guard had caught them on the inside of the station. He stood up from his desk, dropping a pen against the paperwork he had. A member of the Garrison actually doing something productive—Levi was mildly surprised.

"What are two civilians doing up here? Who cleared you?"

Levi observed the man's pale yellow hair and faint mustache. "Erwin Smith."

His back straightened visibly, and he flattened the wrinkles of his shirt tight against his abdomen. "Is it already the first of the month?"

"Time is rather unfortunate, Hannes."

"I'm afraid don't have what you're here for," He was apologetic in the face. Levi remained unconvinced. He was only the next of many who were already sent up on Erwin Smith's behalf.

"And I'm afraid I don't take that as a viable answer."

Hannes kept averting his eyes away from Levi, which was hardly a surprise. A notorious man armed and within a few feet, demanding money—no, Levi wasn't surprised at all. As much as that sort of disrespect unnerved him, he felt specs of empathy. However, the surprise came when Levi noticed the man's pattern of diverting his gaze in the square center of Mikasa Ackerman's face. It wasn't a look of awe in the presence of an attractive woman. It was almost a discomfort.

"Mikasa, is that you?"

Or a distant familiarity, rather.

The girl's eyes were angry and narrowed downward, her pupils practically fusing with the sight of her own shoes. Levi tracked very millimeter of Hannes' movements. "Do you know this man, Ackerman?"

Levi could feel her hesitance. Like daggers. "No. I'm sorry, but I've never seen him before."

"Liar," He hissed under his breath, but rather than affirm that there was more than one tall blond man in Mikasa's life, Levi moved this scenario forward. "So, Hannes—"

"No, I'm pretty sure it's you, Mikasa!" Hannes tried to circle around the desk to get closer, but before he had the chance to lay a finger on the girl, Levi found himself sending this man down to the ground.

The blond man, tall and gaunt and hardly a challenge to send downward, left out a groan of discomfort, uneasily making his way back to his feet. Levi wanted to gouge out those eyes that were dead-set on trying to catch Mikasa's attention. "Mikasa, it's me. Hannes. You and Eren—"

Eren?

How familiar.

Levi swallowed spit.

"No, I don't know you, I'm sorry," She was polite, but cold. And in Levi's opinion, unconvincing. "I don't know anyone like that."

Hannes was not going to give up. "What are you doing with men like this, Mikasa?" He lowered his voice to a hushed, almost disappointed decibel. "I don't think your father—"

Mikasa stepped forward, a crunch of knuckles against skin echoing. Levi wasn't sure what he witnessed. This man was bleeding on his floor, Mikasa was flexing her fingers, as if such an amateur punch actually hurt on her behalf.

"Captain Levi, can we please finish what we were here for? Sooner rather than later?"

"Very well," Levi nodded, in a very uncharacteristically agreeable fashion. "But I'm afraid you just made a very unfortunate request."

Maybe it was because she had yet to be broken down to the core, maybe it was just because Levi was resentful that she still had pieces of the outside world still in the forefront of her mind. Either way, Levi wanted to savor in the moments of tipping those precious valuables off the shelves of her inner peace.

Much like he was about to tip Hannes off the top of these walls.

Erd and Auruo held him by the arms, pinning him to a kneeling position. Hannes had toes dangling over the edge of the fifty-meter drop, free of any sort of harness or safety apparatus.

"You had plenty of time to pay Erwin Smith, but I'm sorry to say that it's too late."

Levi was lying, almost predictably at this point. Erwin Smith had briefed Levi with the message that Hannes had one more month to catch up on payments.

The technicalities of temporal ambiguity was not Levi's primary concern, to be honest.

So down Hannes was fated to go.

"Wait!"

By the time Levi could turn and face such insubordination, Petra already had Mikasa by the collar. Figuratively, of course, but Mikasa's feet were frozen mid-stride with only a gentle touch of her wrist.

Another demonstration of advanced comprehension when it came to orders—by mouth of Petra, not Levi. The stupid girl was perfectly capable of both respecting and following directions, as shown with Erwin, and now Petra.

However, Levi did put her well-being in danger twice already. Maybe her dissent was justified.

"Ackerman, I assume you have legitimate grounds for speaking up," Levi's eyes, perpetually narrow and iced over, found leeway to soften. Soft, yes, but with every intention to mock her and the obvious turmoil painted all over those goddamn perfect features. "After all, it was you who requested to speed up this process."

"I—I—" The girl, who in all past conversations found the right things to say that sunk splinters of annoyance under Levi's skin, seemed at a loss of words. "It's just—Don't you think he should be informed of what's sending him to his death first?"

"This isn't a court of law, Ackerman," Had Levi been given the option, Mikasa would be the one at risk of getting thrown off. Too bad she was just so pretty. Levi would give her the world if he really felt the need, so he gave her the next best thing. "But I suppose I could humor your request."

She looked relieved.

"As simple gratitude for last night."

Levi felt like he earned a one-way ticket to hell when he saw Petra visibly stiffen.

But, alas, it was too late to retrace words, and Levi preferred the heat anyway.

Mikasa, whose composure was back and fully locked down, twitched an eyelid. Hardly, but Levi could pick up on her nuances from a mile away. "How gentlemanly of you, Captain."

"Hannes, here," The blond man, who was supposedly the center of all this, no longer held any relevance in Levi's mind. This wasn't justice, but a pissing contest. "He's got a pretty bad habit, and Erwin Smith likes to satisfy the pleasures in life, so they had a nice arrangement going on for a while."

She was chewing the inside of her jaw. It was just the two of them in the entire world, right in this moment. "Meaning?"

"Your old friend likes his opium," One footstep, then another, and Levi found himself in the same breathing zone as this dumb, beautiful girl. "From piecing together an aimless puzzle, I presume he is a father figure. To both you, and the Jaeger boy."

Silence and eye aversion were two of Levi's favorite things, and he was eternally grateful that Mikasa satisfied him with both.

"I wouldn't call it coincidence that there has been thievery within Erwin's supplies of opium."

Levi's stomach was growling, but he was starting to have a craving for more than food.

"So Hannes has two options," Levi extended two fingers into a rabbit-ear position. "Either return the opium, or pay for the damages."

"What if it wasn't him?"

Mikasa's muscles were tight with rebellion, something not short of rage boiling in those charcoal eyes. Levi remembered that same look adorning her naked body, not even twelve hours prior.

"Investigation points away from his favor, Ackerman," Levi humored the girl long enough, and the stomach growls had grown from annoying to painful. He raised his hand to give the signal. "It's the ebb and flow of life."

Time to tie a bow on this neat package, in the form of guts splattered on the base of these very walls they stood on.

"Levi, stop!" Mikasa grabbed that same raised hand, tightening her grip in the fashion of something similar to a cobra. "What if I said it wasn't him?"

"And what if I said that I can't forgive the lack of Captain in conjunction with my name?"

All physical contact between them had ceased. Her finger pointed at some lined-up Garrison guard, one of the few who had no choice to witness this event. She popped the bubble that separated just the two of them from the rest of the world. Levi couldn't find it in himself to forgive her for that.

"It was him, Captain."

A man who Levi had never seen. Curly hair, on the heavier side. He was nameless and faceless, it was preposterous.

Before Levi could voice any denies or request even an ounce of proof, Mikasa walked up to the man. She looked frightfully small next to him. "Gunter, could you give me your knife?"

Levi watched, unsure of how to feel. Intrigued, yes, but his words were being actively challenged, and he'd prefer taking a running leap off the wall himself before ever being proven wrong.

Mikasa sunk the tip of the small pocket knife into the arm of the man. It was a shallow gash, she only had the intention of slicing his leather uniform jacket, and the shirt underneath. Enough of an opening in the clothes revealed a poorly stitched cut, running about the length of a hand, on the upper and innermost flesh of the arm.

"D-Drunken antics," The man tried to shake off Mikasa, but Levi could smell the panic leaking out of his pores. "Get the fuck off-a me, you fucking cunt—"

With a lack of hesitation that seemed to become customary with her acts of violence, she used the blade of Gunter's knife to saw open the stitches in his arm. She used her strength to keep the man in place, not that it took much. He was moaning and wailing slurs of misogynistic sentiments, some of which Levi had to grant creative points.

To assist, Levi held the man's untouched arm down to keep him from swinging. Up close and personal, he watched the explicit images of Mikasa using a bare finger to dig around the inside of this man's open flesh wound.

Maybe it was wise to go without breakfast.

"Mikasa, what the fuck are you—"

A capsule fell to the ground, bloody and fresh out of this man's arm. Levi kicked it with his shoe—it was made of glass or plastic or something, with a grassy herb inside. The size was that of a pill, small enough to swallow down like one, but it was still abnormally large when compared in that regard.

Then another one, and a third. Levi smashed the one he was inspecting, the contents sputtering out onto the stone of the wall. Levi crouched, releasing the man who was on the verge of passing out from blood loss, poking the tip of a pinky finger through the insides, steering perfectly clear of all the gore.

"Opium."

"Yes, and if you search other parts of the body, and other men while you're at it, you'll be like a child in a candy shop."

What looked to be bread wrapped in plastic fell beside Levi's foot.

"And eat up, fatso," Mikasa's voice grew shallower with every step's worth of distance she put between herself and Levi. Back toward him, that beautiful face looking into the sun hanging over the rest of the walls. "I don't want to hear your fucking stomach growl one more time."

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