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It has been weeks, maybe months since Eren has seen outside of this small, damp cell. He’s cold, he’s hungry, he’s thirsty most of all. He can’t remember the last time he was able to shower or feel the hopeful sense of longing for one. They used to be promised as incentive but that was so long ago and back then showers weren’t enough for him to want to give any information on Paradis or his friends for that matter. Now? Now he’d give anything to be offered one–give anything to be offered something.
He’s been left alone listening to the wailings of other prisoners for, what he thinks , is four whole days. He’s been trying to keep track of the Marleyan soldiers switching positions like clockwork every four hours. It’s been hard to keep his eyes open but their clacking, shined boots against the stone wake him from his exhausted stupor with a jolt. They’ve broken him long ago, gotten all of the information they’d wanted out of him and now they’ve left him to rot. He thinks the only reason they haven’t just killed him is because Zeke won’t let them and for some reason Levi, their Marleyan secret weapon and high ranking corporal, has taken a special interest in him.
There’s a change in the atmosphere, the officers are squirming and that’s how Eren knows that he’s coming.
Levi’s steps sound different from the rest, they’re lighter and have more purpose as they make their way down the hallway. The dim lights in the basement buzz and it makes Eren’s skin crawl knowing that Levi will see him like this–covered in filth, grime and his own excrement. Levi likes cleanliness and he won’t be happy to see him like this, he’ll be disappointed in him and something in Eren makes him want to–to hide away. But there’s nothing to hide behind here. He’s laid bare, naked and sitting on the stone floor with shackles on his hands and feet, a thin metal bar in between his teeth that causes him to constantly drool from the corners of his mouth, down his neck and onto his chest.
Levi approaches the bars to his cell, he’s dressed as usual in the creme Marleyan uniform, black shining boots and leather gloves. His face is stern, his jet black hair against his pale skin is striking against the neutral color of the uniform. Eren already feels the heat growing in his face, in his embarrassment under the shorter man's stoic, silver glare. Levi is always crass, to the point and never wastes time with Eren but he’s the nicest of all of the guards. He’s the only one who brings him food, water, sustenance. Levi keeps Eren alive.
“Oi–” Levi speaks, his arms crossed over his muscled chest. His voice is low, baritone and reverberating off of the empty walls of the basement. It silences the other officers and even the pained prisoners. Everyone fears him, respects him. He crouches to Eren’s level, reaching into his inner suit jacket pocket. He pulls out a small strip of dried meat and Eren’s mouth starts to water, droplets of spit seeping out from the corners of his mouth and starting to run in long strings to the floor below.
Eren leans forward instinctively, as far as his shackles will allow him, stopping him just out of reach of the bars. The smell of the meat is earthy and deep, tangy and Eren wants it so badly. His stomach growls loudly and Levi laughs softly in his face.
“You’re filthy.” Levi says, looking Eren up and down, taking in every speck of dirt, every piece of dried grime and muck. It’s caked on in layers and will take ages to scrub off. “We’ll need to fix that, won’t we?” He says more to himself than anyone else. Eren’s eyes are still locked on to the morsel in Levi’s dainty but strong hands, hands that have killed, hands that will kill.
“If I take this out of your mouth, you’ll be good for me, won’t you?” Levi asks, looking down at Eren over his button nose, his lush black lashes are beautiful from this angle but Eren wouldn’t dare say that to him. But he can think it, he can keep it all to himself. He nods his head yes with as much energy as he can muster, anything for that meat, anything. “Good.” Levi tucks the food back into his pocket, reaching forward and through the bars. The leather of his gloves brushes softly against Eren’s gritty cheeks and something in his chest starts to flutter. He hasn’t been touched delicately in so long, he barely remembers what a kind or friendly touch feels like. His first instinct usually is to flinch but Levi has never hit him, has never laid a single harmful hand on him so, when Levi reaches out to undo the clasp behind Eren’s head, letting the metal piece clang to the floor, Eren feels–for the first time in a long time–like someone is finally paying attention to him. Someone finally sees him.
Eren flexes his jaw, twisting it left and right as his brown thin brows draw together in pain. His mouth feels tight and underused. He wishes he could massage it. His eyes open to meet Levi’s, he’s watching him so intensely that Eren knows he can’t fuck this up. It’s his only chance at food and maybe some respite from this cell. He just waits patiently, as painful as it is, as much as he wants to speak, to ask questions, to beg for something to drink.
They sit like this for what feels like an eternity until Levi’s gloved hand starts to stroke Eren’s dirty hair away from his face, his shoulder length brown hair has become matted in parts but Levi doesn’t pay any attention to that as he pets Eren, over and over with such a gentle hand. At first Eren ducks away until it starts to feel… normal. He starts to lean into it. Levi’s hand is the first bit of warmth he’s felt in so long, it almost burns against his scalp in the cold room.
“Very good.” Levi’s voice warms Eren from the inside. Very good. Levi removes his hand and Eren almost wants to whine in protest but when Levi pulls out the small piece of dried meat again, he loses all other trains of thought. The corporal presses the meat to Eren’s lips but he hesitates to bite, he wants to savor this flavor, unsure of when he’ll get his next piece or if he will at all. “Go on.” Levi urges, pressing it further past his dried lips. Eren opens his mouth and the flavor is everything he’s ever wanted. He starts to eat quickly, taking bite after bite, unable to help himself. He finishes it within seconds and then it’s gone and he’s gulping down nothing but air.
Levi moves and when his arms are back through the bars he’s pushing a small metal flask against Eren’s lips, his other hand is at the nape of his neck. The warmth of his hand seeps through the leather glove and into his cold skin causing him to shiver under the smaller man's touch. He helps tilt Eren’s head back as cool water filters into his mouth and he tries not to gulp it down. “Be careful, not too fast or you’ll make yourself sick.” Levi warns, only tipping the flask just slightly so the trickle is small.
Eren feels better after Levi’s care. The corporal has stood and is speaking to the other men in the room in hushed tones as Eren leans up against the cold stone, starting to doze. He can barely hold his head up, exhaustion hitting him hard. This is the most contact he’s had in a long time and it’s tired him out but luckily Levi hasn’t put the muzzle back in his mouth. He wouldn’t dare to try and transform anyway, he knows at this point Levi would take him out swiftly and efficiently and he’s sure the shots they give him routinely have been sedating him in some way, suppressing the titan inside of him. He can’t feel it boiling in his blood like it usually does, it’s not scratching at the surface anymore, instead it’s dormant and tired, just like him.
He hears the sloshing of water before he feels it. His whole body is enveloped in sinful warmth while soft hands move meticulously over his skin. There’s a rough scrubbing once in a while from something with bristles but he doesn't have the strength to open his eyes just yet as he basks in the watery heat, the smooth rich scent of vanilla fills the room as he drifts in and out of consciousness. But those small, sturdy hands never stop moving along his body and he finds it oddly comforting. Anything is better than that cell.
When his energy finally returns to him, he finds himself in a clean, homely living room. His back is leaned up against a soft creme colored couch with a white rug underneath him. There’s a darkwood coffee table with a small stack of papers, a bookshelf with several books and knick-knacks. Paintings and military photos line the off-white walls from where he sits and the dark wooden beams protrude, making it feel cozy and warm. The fireplace is lit in the corner and there are sounds of someone using the sink in the kitchen behind him.
He’s not shackled but he’s still naked. His body is–well, it’s exceptionally clean. Maybe the most clean he’s ever been. Someone has even taken the time to scrub under his nails and trim them back. He feels an odd weight against his mouth but he knows he doesn’t have the metal rod in between his teeth, he can still open his it. He lifts his hands to feel and finds a metal and leather snout strapped to his face, resembling the muzzle of a dog. Two leather straps reach around to the back of his head while one comes up over the top and in between his thin brown eyebrows. They’re latched together in the back with a small padlock. He feels a small panic start to rise in the pit of his stomach as his hands trail lower, down to his throat where another strap of leather rests–a collar. There’s a metal tag attached to the front in the shape of a bone and it’s padlocked on just the same.
Eren starts to feel that panic rise. His breathing starts to elevate as his eyes dart around the room. Where the hell is he? The sink suddenly turns off in the other room and the white noise it made is gone. It feels deathly silent in the house now with just the fire popping sporadically and Eren’s rapid breathing. Soft, powerful footsteps start to approach from behind but Eren is too paralyzed to move. When Levi comes into view, rounding the corner from the couch, Eren lets out a long breath but breathes in again trying to control his biting anxiety. What does Levi want with him? Why has he dressed him up like some–some dog?
“Good, you’re awake.” Levi’s tone is nonchalant yet stern as he stands, looking down at Eren’s trembling form on the living room floor. He’s dressed more casual in just a white button up tucked into belted black slacks, his black loafers are still shined to perfection and his clothing looks freshly pressed. Eren’s panicked expression must give him away. “You’re fine. You’ll get used to it if you’d like to live outside of that cell, understood?” His speech gives no room for argument or disbelief. “Answer. Yes, sir. No, sir.”
“Ye–” Eren’s voice is squeaky, like a prepubescent boy but he’s past that, he’s been past that for at least a couple years or so he’d like to think. Embarrassment creeps up, painting his chest and face a rose red. He clears his dry, underused throat and tries again. “Yes, sir.” It’s quiet and unlike how he’d usually speak but it’s the best he can do when he hasn’t spoken properly in months. His vocal chords are desperately deprived of use and lubrication.
“Good boy.” Levi’s voice sounds an octave lower than usual and it makes Eren look up, meeting his silver gaze. It’s intense but feels–it feels comforting. Eren’s not sure if that’s the right word for it but there’s something behind that silver facade that makes his heart beat a little faster when he says those two words. Good boy. “That is how you will address me unless asked. Is that clear? You will not speak out of turn. I’m sure you know by now that the consequences will be dire. Yes?”
Levi waits for Eren’s response and he won’t make the corporal wait for long. “Yes, sir.” Eren says, barely above a whisper.
“You will learn your place here in time. I have confidence in that. Don’t disappoint me.”
“Yes, sir. I–I won’t, sir.” Eren tries his best to answer the way Levi would like him to. He doesn’t want those ‘consequences’. He will do absolutely anything in his power to not have to ever learn what Levi means by that and he definitely does not want to disappoint him. He knows what rides on being a high ranking official, people are looking down on Levi, hoping for his downfall and Eren will not contribute to that.
You don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
“Very good, Eren.” Levi’s tone warms up just the slightest, a small quirk to the corner of his mouth and that’s all it takes to send Eren reeling. Heat rises to his face and down to his groin simultaneously, all panic forgotten at the sheer fact that he was good. He just made Levi smile, maybe even made him proud. Levi’s eyes stray from Eren’s for a moment, taking in his now hard erection sitting across his stomach. He doesn’t say anything, just studies Eren for a moment and it makes him feel self-conscious, embarrassed. Being told he was good made him that excited and now Levi knows.
Levi doesn’t mention it, just goes right back to looking Eren in the eye like nothing had happened and Eren is grateful for it at this moment.
“Are you hungry? You may answer.” Levi asks.
“Yes–an–” Eren stops himself, unsure if he’s allowed to tell him he’s dying of thirst.
“Go ahead, Eren. Tell me what you need. You have a right to be fed and use the restroom just like everyone else.” Levi bends at the knee until they’re both at eye level. Eren watches the metal snout in his peripheral as Levi reaches out and pets Eren’s hair, running his hand along the back of his head. “Go on.”
Eren is painfully hard now, almost so much so that he wants to whine for relief, to ask for it but if Levi isn’t acknowledging it then he doesn’t want to be the first to.
“I’m hungry and thirsty, sir.” Eren tries to say it more confidently this time but with Levi’s touch on the back of his head, it comes out more breathy than intended and his embarrassment seems to grow. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this red but it probably doesn’t help that his usually tanned skin hasn’t seen sunlight in fuck know’s how long.
“I bet. Very good.” Levi stands, his touch going with him and Eren leans trying to follow it. “We’ll eat dinner and then we’ll sleep. I want you to get used to the schedule as soon as possible.” Levi didn’t ask a question so Eren didn't respond.
After a minute of Levi just standing there, watching Eren from above, he speaks. “Very good, Eren. You learn quickly. I’ll have to start rewarding you for good behavior or some shit.” Levi walks back into the kitchen leaving Eren in the living room alone again.
Rewards? Eren could be rewarded for his good behavior? What kind of rewards could Levi mean? Treats–like a dog or maybe something more human? He’ll do his best to remain good because whatever this reward is–he wants it. Eren is competitive by nature.
Levi returns a couple of minutes later with two high lipped, dark green bowls. One is filled with chopped meat, vegetables and some sort of broth. The other just seems to be water. He sets them both down on the hardwood floor just outside of the rug and stands with his arms crossed.
“Come.” Levi says, straight to the point. Eren begins to stand, his knees and legs shaky from not having used them in so long. Levi snaps his fingers, halting Eren in his tracks. “Oi! On your hands and knees.” Levi rolls his eyes like he’s exasperated that he has to tell Eren this and that’s enough to set him straight. He won’t try to walk again, if this is how Levi wants him, then… okay. He doesn’t think he can really walk anyway. He crawls over, the plush carpet rubbing against his skin and it doesn’t feel so bad. He looks up awaiting his next instruction.
“Head down.” Levi reaches out as Eren bows his head, he hears a key jingle and the next thing he knows the weight on his face is gone and the muzzle has disappeared from view. “Okay. Eat.” Levi stands over him, looming. Eren stares at the two bowls in front of him and he’s hesitant but fuck he’s hungry. He leans down, bending his arms and starts to lap at the stew, pulling chunks into his mouth. It isn’t as hard to manage as he thought it was going to be. He eats most of it before moving to the water where he just sips it. It takes him longer to drink than something normally would but as long as he’s able to drink something, he doesn’t really care.
Levi sits on the couch to eat his own meal while Eren continues his own and by the time Eren is done, he feels full and sated for the first time in months. He could collapse and fall asleep right here on the rug just like a mutt, curled up in front of the fireplace. It doesn’t sound so bad, to be bathed, fed and rewarded.
Levi snaps his fingers, calling for Eren’s attention. He whips his head around and Levi pats the spot in between his legs. Eren crawls over slowly, exhaustion becoming harder to push away. He settles on the carpet, both of Levi’s legs caging him in on either side. It’s warm, the fire from the front, the heat from both thighs and knees on each side of his head. Levi starts to comb his nimble fingers through Eren’s silky brown hair and if Eren could, he thinks he would start purring. He feels himself start to lean and soon his cheek is resting against Levi’s knee, his eyes closed. Soft hums leave his lips every once in a while when Levi’s nails scratch at his scalp.
“You were such a good dog today.” Levi says to him, his tone is low and smooth. It’s quiet as if trying not to wake him but Eren isn’t yet asleep and he knows Levi is aware of that. Eren feels Levi shift his weight, leaning forward until the heat of Levi’s breath is felt against his hair. The corporal leaves a lingering kiss to the top of Eren’s head, right on the crown. When Levi leans back again, his fingers start to run through Eren’s hair just like they had before. “Your reward.”
A kiss as a reward.
In Levi’s bedroom Eren has a large crate that he was placed in to sleep. It sits in the corner of the room just under the window. It has a view of Levi’s bed, where the man now sleeps. Eren tried to sleep, he really did. Levi even placed a plush dog bed and a large blanket inside for him to curl up in but he just–he just can’t get used to it. He wants to stretch out, he wants to feel a pillow under his head and the blankets pulled up to his chin. He knows he's being ungrateful, anything is better than the cell but watching Levi sleep so peacefully, tossing and turning on that nice big bed… it’s like it’s calling to him.
Levi also didn’t put the muzzle back on before bed so, Eren figures he must have some sort of soft spot for him. The way he pets him, runs his fingers through his hair and treats him with such kindness. No one else in this god-forsaken place has offered even an ounce of what Levi has in the months he’s been here–not even his own brother. The muzzle is for during the day, but at night? Eren is sure he can convince Levi to let him sleep in that giant bed.
He begins a soft whine, not wanting to startle the sleeping killer. Levi’s face twists just a bit but it’s not enough. Eren whines a little louder, trying to sit up in the enclosed space. He tries again, a little louder until he’s at a regular volume, his short and long whines filling the room. Levi blinks the sleep from his eyes, it’s only been a couple of hours since they’ve been in the room and he only hopes Levi isn’t completely upset with him.
“Eren?” Levi asks, his voice is raspy and filled with sleep. It makes Eren smile a bit. He’d snicker if the scenario was any different. It’s cute. “What’s wrong?” The concern is real and evident as he begins to sit up. He’s only in a pair of tight-hugging black briefs as he slides off of the bed, his bare feet hitting the hardwood floors with a thud.
Eren whines again, more timid this time as Levi approaches the kennel. His eyes looking from Levi to the kennel door. He tries something he hasn’t done since he was a kid and puts on the ‘puppy-dog’ eyes his mother always scolded him for. His emerald eyes shine, rounded and hopeful at Levi as he lets out a pitiful whine again.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Levi sighs, running a hand through his onyx hair. “What? You can’t sleep?”
Eren shakes his head, eyes still large and pouting.
“Fucks sake.” Levi grabs a key from the nightstand behind him and begins to unlock the kennel door. “One. Time. Eren. Do you understand me?”
Eren perks up immediately, a small smile spreading across his face. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. “Yes, sir!” His excitement gets the best of him as he clambers on all fours out of the kennel and over to the bed. Levi helps him up, hoisting him up effortlessly by the hips. Levi shakes his head as he crawls into the other side of the bed.
“Okay. Are you situated? No fucking moving around, no kicking, no nothing.” Levi lays the ground rules as he pulls the blanket up to their chins. Eren is just excited that his head is resting on a pillow, he could care less what the rules are at this moment.
“Yes, sir!” He almost barks back in pure enjoyment.
“Hush, Eren. Go to sleep.” Levi whispers back.
“Yes, sir.” Eren whisper-yells.
Eren feels a swift tug on his collar, jerking him forward. He lets out a small ‘yip!’ in shock. It silences him but it also draws him closer to the smaller man. Their noses almost touching as those silver eyes bore into his emerald green.
“Behave.” Levi says before releasing the collar and laying a hand on Eren’s head, covering his ear, stroking his hair softly with his thumb. Eren watches as Levi closes his eyes and starts to drift back off to sleep. He stays watching the corporal for a while longer, watching his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest, his heartbeat thumping in the large vein in his neck. The way his eyes move just below his eyelids. The stroking of his thumb never stops and lulls Eren into a deep comfortable sleep.
Eren doesn’t think he’s ever been spoiled before. His family lived an okay life on the island but even as a child he knew he would never get the luxuries some other kids received. New toys were few and far between, living in constant fear doesn’t leave much time for you to truly be a child and he knows his mom tried her best but she was more of a single mother than anything when his dad was constantly out of town; taking care of everyone else. She was a loving woman but she dismissed every word he said, every idea he thought up and Mikasa never helped with that, always calling him out at the dinner table and they’d–they’d ridicule his thoughts together.
But here? Levi doesn’t do that.
Over the last two weeks Eren has felt more at home here than he has anywhere else. He’s felt relaxed, taken care of, and listened to. Levi lets him talk and he lets him get excited. He never tells him to calm down or be quiet. He never tells him that his ideas are too far fetched or that they’ll end up getting him killed. Granted, he’s not planning to join their equivalent of the Survey Corps but he still never negates him, he never shuts him down. He just simply listens.
His bronze-tanned skin has returned after spending most days under the Marleyan sun. Levi had custom knee pads, gloves and socks made for him. They’re comfortable and make walking on all fours feel–natural. He still gets a daily shot but now, when he’s been good, he gets a reward and he’ll do anything to get as many rewards as he can. Levi lets Eren kiss him. Some are short, chaste and last only a second but some are long and languid where their mouths move together over and over and it sends a rising heat through Eren’s body that almost feels uncontainable. But Levi always pulls away and leaves Eren to whine helplessly, sad eyes, sitting on his haunches. He’s not ashamed anymore of how he looks or how he acts–this is just how things are and Levi will just look at him with his own blown pupils and small smirk.
Eren would never question Levi’s methods.
You don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
Today is just a day like any other. Levi has no meetings so they're spending time in their expansive backyard. The sun is high and warm on Eren’s skin, his muzzle is off so he can fetch the small ball that Levi is throwing from his chair on the back porch. At first Eren didn’t want to give in to these ‘dog-like’ games but once he let himself go and allowed himself to be free of human thought, where he didn’t have to worry about his family, his friends, what his next meal would be–it felt–good. He doesn’t have to think about anything because he knows Levi will take care of it. He can simply just exist for the first time ever. So, he lets himself enjoy it.
Levi chucks the red ball into the air and Eren starts to run using all four legs. He’s swift, his muscle has returned and Levi’s meals have given him his strength back. He anticipates where the ball will land and reaches the spot just as it hits the ground, picking it up in his mouth, making sure not to slobber on it. If he brings it back spotless, Levi will reward him. The corporal doesn’t like to throw it when it’s been made disgusting.
He stops, ball in his mouth, when the sound of a loud vehicle door slams at the front end of the house. He looks up at Levi, eyes wide and blinking. Levi just nods once before Eren starts to move toward him slowly. They haven’t had any visitors since he’s brought Eren home, it makes him nervous but not for them to see him like this–he knows how many people want Levi dead and Eren won’t allow that.
His body feels rigid, strung tight when he sees Zeke walk through the side gate. The tall dirty-blonde’s expression is one of disgust, maybe shock but it phases Eren none. No one else's opinion of him matters, Levi taught him that. They do not take care of him, they do not reward him. Zeke did not save him from that hell.
Zeke tries to shake it off, blinking rapidly before approaching Levi. He obviously didn’t expect to see Eren in this condition. He greets Levi and Eren makes it a point to reach the porch quickly. He drops the ball in Levi’s waiting hand, who’s still sitting, legs crossed in his chair. The corporal is looking at Zeke but his hand feels the ball before placing it on the table next to him. He spreads his legs and Eren takes his place in between them without being told. He hears a faint ‘clack’, metal on metal and he knows that Levi has connected his lead to the back of his collar. Zeke flinches at the sound but corrects himself quickly.
The beast opens his mouth once, closes it with a pop before opening it again. His pale eyebrows are drawn together as he looks in between his brother and the high ranking officer. There’s something at war within him and Eren can’t tell if he’s willing to say it, in front of Eren or to someone who could strip everything away from him.
Zeke clears his throat, seeming to find his resolve as he straightens his shoulders. The sun glares off of his round glasses, disguising his eyes for the moment. “This isn’t what I agreed to, Levi. You never said you’d treat him like–some kind of–like–like a bitch!” He ends in a shout, apparently unable to control himself.
Levi feels unmoved behind Eren. His small, warm hand is resting on the nap of his neck, just underneath his leather collar. “Those are your words, not mine. I said I would get him out, I did. I won’t discuss this in front of Eren.” He removes the hand and Eren feels cold, wanting the touch again. “If you’d like to discuss this, you’re more than welcome to speak with your general.” His tone remains neutral, monotonous. He runs his hand through the back of Eren’s hair just once but it doesn’t do much to soothe him.
How dare Zeke speak to Levi this way? Zeke didn’t do shit to get him out of that prison cell. He sat in there for months and Levi was the only one who ever brought him anything, came to speak to him, praised him. Zeke doesn’t care–he never did. Why does he act like this now? The anger must be rolling off of him, a scowl set deep in Eren’s features, his eyebrows drawn together in the middle.
He is no one's bitch.
“He’s my brother for fucks sake. A human. Treat him like one!” Zeke starts to shout and Eren has had enough. It’s too late for the beast to be acting like this and Eren will put him in his place. The anger burning inside of him is hot and full of fire as he uses Levi’s leg for leverage, lunging for Zeke’s chest, a rabid scream coming from Eren’s throat. He doesn’t get far, the collar around his neck is yanked back and he falls to the wooden deck. Levi’s fingers clasp around the collar cooly, pulling him back to his place in between his legs like Eren weighs little to nothing.
Zeke is paralyzed, eyes wide in shock as he stares down at his feral brother.
“If he was human to you, I’d suspect you would have taken him out of that cell months ago. You’re dismissed.” Levi says, his fingers still wrapped around the collar, his other hand running through Eren’s hair.
“What–What have you done to him?” Zeke whispers, more to himself than the two of them as he backs away. He pries his eyes off of them, turning to the gate and runs back to his car.
“Let’s get you cleaned up then.” Levi says, starting to stand. He releases the collar and they both head back inside.
After they’ve both bathed, had their dinner and done their nightly routines, Eren knows it’s time for bed. He has a feeling he’ll be sleeping in the kennel tonight for his little outburst on Zeke, so he waits patiently on his haunches on the hardwood at the end of the bed while Levi undresses.
Levi wanders over to the bed and takes a seat on the side, beckoning for Eren to sit with him. He climbs onto the prestinly made bed, ruffling up the comforter some as he sits–just as he was before–bottom resting on his heels. He’s still taller than Levi this way, almost a head over him in height but Levi makes up for it in his nature, in muscle and in the way he commands a space. Eren could only dream of being as intimidating, as respected and feared as Levi one day. Well–technically not anymore but some day, before, he would have wanted those things.
“I won’t reward poor behavior. But this one time, because it was Zeke, because it was a lower-ranking warrior, it will prove beneficial to you.” Levi starts, his voice is low, almost taking on a sultry tone. Something that Eren didn’t think was possible for such a rigid man. His eyes rake across Levi’s face, searching for some sort of answer or tell for what's about to happen next but he continues to speak. The corporal's honeyed, vibrating tone fills the room. “It will suit you to behave yourself from now on. You will not attack unless told to do so–but I am proud of you, Eren.” Levi’s delicately firm hand lifts to cup the side of Eren’s face, warm and grounding. His heart rate has picked up and he knows a reward is coming. He was good.
He sits perfectly still, waiting patiently as Levi leans up until their mouths press together, the corporal attaching himself to Eren’s plump, dark bottom lip. His eyelids flutter shut at the sensation, a warm mouth, a warm hand on his face and he leans into it. Levi is pressing their mouths together firmly like he’s guiding and Eren loves the feeling, letting him reward as much as he sees fit but always hoping for more.
He can’t help the growing heat that melts slowly through his body, his ears, face and chest turning that rosie red–now covered mostly by his tanned skin. His erection sits heavy against the crease between his stomach and thigh, aching and red tipped. He hasn’t touched himself–hasn’t been touched since he left the island. It’s been agonizing.
Their mouths move, coming apart just slightly every so often when one of them needs a breath. Their noses brush against each other, Levi’s small and soft, Eren’s stronger and straighter as they bump against each other, over and over.
The corporal pulls back, eyes half lidded, his black lashes full and disguising most of his blown out pupils. “Open.” His voice is graveled, a rasp that Eren’s never heard and shoots straight to his already aching cock. He whines lightly, opening his mouth, listening to his command. Levi connects their lips again, digging his small tongue deep inside, brushing against Eren’s, sending shivers down his spine. Their tongues are slick, spit coated and goosebumps rise on his bare arms. He whines again, moaning into Levi’s mouth. When Levi pulls back, a thin string of spit connects the two of them, it’s lewd and excites Eren beyond belief. He wants Levi so badly, he’d do anything for it.
“You’re doing good.” Levi says, his eyes dragging up from Eren’s mouth to his eyes. He moves the hand on Eren’s cheek to the back of his head, pulling him forward so that his forehead rests in the crook of his warm neck. Eren breathes him in, vanilla body wash and a thin layer of sweat. He wants to lick, wants to bite but he has to be good.
A strong hand suddenly wraps around his throbbing erection causing him to jerk but Levi holds him steady. “Shh–Good boy.” Levi whispers into his hair, his hand rubs down the back of his head and comes to rest on his nape, just under his collar, where it usually rests when Eren sits in between his legs. Eren whines, tries hard to stop himself from bucking up into the warm, soft hand and he knows Levi can feel his want. “I’ll take care of it. As I always do.”
The corporal starts to move his hand, slowly at first, pumping rhythmically at the center of his shaft. It rubs over every vein and Eren’s breath gets caught in his throat, stuttering out of his mouth and onto Levi’s neck. His own breathing and heartbeat are loud in his ears as he tries to focus on that hand, on Levi’s smell, on Levi.
The hand moves further, covering the tip and dragging his precrum down with it until it reaches the base. Eren can’t help but grunt with each pump, lewd moans leave his mouth as the sounds of skin on skin fill the small room. Levi has sped up and so has Eren’s sounds, both in time with each other.
“Be a good dog, Eren. Come.” Levi speaks directly into Eren’s ear and that’s all it takes to send him soaring, thrown directly over the edge. The feeling he’d been longing for. His face scrunches tight against Levi’s neck, his body going rigid as euphoria grips every corner of his mind. He gasps for air, a moan caught in the back of his throat as warm, wet cum meets his thigh and stomach. It feels like it lasts a lifetime, Levi petting him, soothing as he comes down, whimpering to an almost sob in the crook of the small man's neck. “Shh–Good boy–Shh.”
He’s exhausted now. His eyelids can barely stay open but he’s grateful. He’s so grateful.
Levi lays him back on the bed and swiftly cleans the mess before it dries or gets anywhere unwanted. When he returns he stands over Eren, brushing long pieces of brown bangs away from his face. “Is that what you wanted?” Levi asks.
Eren is so tired he just nods. Yes, that’s what he wanted. He wanted it so badly.
“Good. You were very loyal today, Eren. You protected me. That makes you special.” Levi leans down, his voice is low and presses a faint kiss to Eren’s forehead before he climbs into bed next to him. Eren feels the small dip before he crawls underneath the covers himself, curling up against Levi’s smaller chest. It’s an odd angle but he doesn’t much care.
Eren will be Levi’s forever. Eren will be good forever–because Levi listens. Levi thinks Eren is special.
That’s more than Eren could ever ask for and that’s more than he’d ever get on that forsaken island.