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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Eren_Yeager
  Additional Tags:
      this_is_straight_up_smut, Like, shameless_porn, Anal_Sex, Fingering, uhh
      i_mean_i_wanted_to_write_sex_on_stairs, so_i_wrote_sex_on_stairs
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      Published: 2013-10-09 Words: 3610
****** A Rock and a Hard Place ******
by Raexneol
Summary
     Levi thought making him clean all the stairs in the entire castle was
     an excellent punishment, really he did. He just... didn't think about
     the repercussions.
Notes
     so i've never written anything for this fandom before. i apologize in
     advance for any horrid, glaring faults in my characterizations. i'll
     do better next time i hope omg
See the end of the work for more notes
To be completely fair, Levi had no one to blame for this particular situation
but himself. He had, if he was totally honest with himself (and he was only
ever 100% honest with himself), probably asked for this.
 
It came as no surprise that that did not make his situation any easier to
handle.
 
Earlier in the day, Levi had given Eren the nigh impossible task of scrubbing
every single stair in the castle. It was, in part, a necessity—the steps were
covered in a layer of dust and cobwebs and grime that had the Lance Corporal
polishing his boots twice as often. However, it was also a punishment and they
all knew it. Eren had lost control of his Titan transformation four times in
the past two weeks, and while he hadn’t caused any injuries, he had caused
structural damage that was a drain on time and resources, not to mention a
fucking mess.
 
I should have known this would come back to bite me in the ass, Levi mused as
he leaned against a wall, his eyes fixed on the sight before him.
 
Eren was about halfway up the stairs, on his knees with his ass in the air,
swaying rhythmically as the boy scrubbed at the stone. His tight, standard-
issue pants were doing wonders for his pert backside, and his shirt had bunched
up a bit around his waist, revealing a thin line of supple, tan skin.
 
There was a tightness in Levi’s pants that he resolutely ignored as he decided
that maybe he could talk to Erwin later.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
The next day, Levi mostly managed to avoid Eren. It wasn’t terribly hard—the
boy was nowhere near skilled enough to train under him—whoops, that was
unfortunate wording, wasn’t it—withhim during practice hours, and there were so
many stairs in the castle that Eren was rarely on the same floor as Levi, much
less in the same area.
 
He thought, as he climbed the stairs to Erwin’s makeshift office to discuss the
next day’s training regiment, that he was off the hook.
 
Of course, that was the exact moment he turned a corner and his eyes landed on
that delicious rump.
 
Goddamnit.
 
Against his better instincts, Levi leaned against the wall and watched as Eren,
with all the finesse and skill of a newborn deer (or of a Titan, Levi thought
with a wry smirk), tried to scrub the stone clean.
 
Levi was pleased to see that watching him wasn’t nearly as fascinating today,
and of course, that was the moment that Eren sat up and pushed his hands to his
lower back, arching his spine and pushing his tight, muscular ass out rather
temptingly in the process.
 
Levi’s dick gave a visible twitch.
 
“You missed a spot.”
 
Eren jumped and yelped, kicking over his bucket of dirty water and sending it
spilling everywhere. “S-Sir?”
 
Levi gave the water that was slowly inching towards him a distasteful look.
“You. Missed. A. Spot.”
 
Eren scowled, looking unexpectedly thunderous. “Did I really, or are you just
so close to the floor that now you’re seeing individual atoms?”
 
Levi’s stunned silence seemed to snap Eren back to his senses, and the Lance
Corporal saw the moment Eren realized his mistake. “I-I mean—Sir, I’m—I didn’t
mean—“
 
Some of the water sloshed over Levi’s boots and the shorter man pinned Eren
with a look that could have frozen the Colossal Titan in its place.
 
“I should make you lick these clean, you incapable, clumsy little fuck,” Levi
hissed. To his immense surprise, the boy’s face bloomed scarlet. “Oh, for
fuck’s sake, Yaeger. Make sure this is spotless before you go jerk off. And
thank your fucking lucky stars that I’m in a good mood today. If you ever, ever
deign to speak to me like that again, I’ll put you down, you ungrateful pile of
shit.”
 
Levi left, brushing past Eren before the young man could formulate a proper
response. He desperately needed Erwin’s inane rambling about practice and
training to rid his mind of the suddenly crystal clear image of Eren on his
knees, at Levi’s feet, polishing something that was not his boots.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Eren was done and gone by the time Levi was done with Erwin. Levi forcefully
tamped down on the irrational surge of irritation that flared up and stomped
off to bed, noting with grudging approval that the stares were indeed spotless.
 
He did not jerk off for the first time in years that night, and he
certainlydidn’t come with some shitty brat’s name on his lips or a pair of too-
bright eyes on his mind.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
The next morning, Levi was up before the sun. He grabbed a few supplies with
the resolute thought that today would best be spent outside, repairing and
oiling his 3dmg and all the tack for the horses.
 
It was hard work. They were keeping somewhere around fifty horses here, and
everything—reins, bridles, bits, saddles, belts, blinders, and saddle pads—all
needed cleaning, oiling, and shining. His 3dmg had scuff marks and dings that
needed attention, the belts, too, needed oiling and shrinking—some had to be
replaced because they were too stretched or had been worn almost completely
through. His blades had to be sharpened and the sheaths lubricated so that they
didn’t get stuck while he was changing them out.
 
It was work that could have—shouldhave—been stretched over two or three days.
But today was the last day of Eren’s punishment—the brat went back to Hanji
tomorrow—and Levi was damn near desperate to stay away from temptation.
 
That was why, when he got halfway up the tower in which his room was located
only to find said temptation wiggling its tempting little ass, that was why
Eren abruptly found himself pinned to the hard stone wall, Levi’s furious face
mere inches from his own.
 
And the little shit, he smiled, a coy, knowing look in his eyes.
 
“You’re supposed to be downstairs by now,” Levi hissed. That grin faded as Levi
fisted his shirt, pushed him up against the wall, and Eren gave a slightly
terrified squeak in lieu of a response. The shorter man really couldn’t blame
him, seeing as how he did take every opportunity to beat the shit out of the
kid. Still, he realized that his ire was both irrational and a bit over-
exaggerated, so he let the younger man go. “Explain.”
 
“I-I’m just not done, Sir,” Eren stuttered.
 
“You’ve been at this for a fucking week, Yaeger. How the actual fuck are you
not done?”
 
“It was a huge job! You even said so when you assigned it to me!” Eren
protested, then hesitated, looking down and adding, “Corporal.”
 
Levi scoffed. “I would have been done in three days—“
 
The teen frowned, clearly starting to lose his temper, “I’m sorry I’m not a
machine, Sir—“
 
“You watch your fucking tone, brat—“
 
“And I had to re-clean the main staircase every day—“
 
“That doesn’t explain why these stairs are still dirty—“
 
“And I’ve had to deal with you watching me all the time like… like—“ Eren went
scarlet and looked away, his sentence trailing off into a mumble and Levi had
to almost physically hold back a small burst of panic.
 
“Like what,” he demanded, his voice a bit tight.
 
Eren hesitated. “L-like… like you wanted to… y’know…”
 
“No, I assure you, I don’t kn—“
 
“Like you wanted to fuck me.”
 
Eren was practically radiating heat now, but he held Levi’s gaze with eyes that
were hesitant, slightly terrified, and just a bit curious.
 
Levi gritted his teeth, cursing this stupid boy and the way he wore his
emotions on his sleeve. “How—“
 
“There are windows. Like, everywhere.” Eren at least had the grace to sound a
bit sheepish.
 
Levi was almost impressed. “Your smart friend is rubbing off on you,” he
grumbled, and Eren looked a little bit proud before Levi added, “Stop that,
it’s much easier dealing with a shitty brat that has hardly half a brain—shut
up, I don’t want to hear it.” Eren’s mouth snapped shut and he frowned. “Lucky
for you, you’re done tomorrow, so I won’t get to stare at your ass all day
anymo—“
 
“I wouldn’t say no.”
 
Now that caught Levi’s attention, striking him momentarily speechless. “What?”
 
“If you wanted to… to fuck me, Sir. I wouldn’t say no.” Eren’s voice was
surprisingly steady, considering he was likely offering up his virginity to his
commanding officer. He couldn’t quite bring himself to meet Levi’s eyes,
though.
 
It was a tempting offer. Levi took a step closer and felt a small bit of
satisfaction at Eren’s badly concealed shiver. Still, the kid was… fuck, he was
a kid. “Listen here. One: you’re a child. You’re less than half my age,
Yaeger—“
 
“I could die at any time, any day, from either a Titan attack or my comrades
having to cut me down because I’ve lost control. I skipped over child the day I
watched a Titan eat my mother. I haven’t been a kid since I had to starve in
the streets of Trost because the Garrison would withhold rations from the
refugees so they could eat. I lost the right to childhood when I had to watch
people I knew sent off to feed the Titans so we could survive—when I had to
comfort Armin and tell him it would all be okay when his grandfather, his only
family and all he had left, was sent off for ‘the betterment of humanity.’ I
went through hell to be here, Sir, and I go through hell every day, and really,
you’re worried about my virtue?”
 
Eren’s eyes were bright, stupidly bright, and Levi hated that they took his
breath away in that moment. Instead of a response (because really, what could
he say to that?) Levi fisted Eren’s hair, pulled him down, met his mouth with a
clank of teeth and swallowed the boy’s surprised yelp.
 
It took Eren a moment of frozen stillness before he groaned, soft and
breathless and shy, and moved his lips against Levi’s. His kiss was hesitant
and the way he kissed was painfully inexperienced—normally that would annoy
Levi, as he had little patience for imperfection in any front, much less from
his lovers, but from Eren it was…
 
Not sweet, he refused to even think those words in conjunction with this little
shit, but he would allow himself to consider it endearing. Eren whimpered into
his mouth and Levi stifled a groan, grabbing the young man by the front of his
ratty shirt and pulling him away from the wall to push him down onto the steps.
Eren’s legs fell open and Levi used the opportunity to slide between them,
pressing his weight down on the boy’s wiry frame as he covered his mouth again.
 
It was easy to pull that flimsy shirt up out of his pants, to wriggle his
fingers under the fabric and spread them over his stomach, move his fingers up
to pinch and tug at a nipple until Eren was writhing, whimpering into Levi’s
mouth in the most delightful way. The Corporal hummed and rutted down, shifting
so that the boy’s thighs were draped over his own as he dry-fucked against him.
 
Eren was thrashing against him, making soft, desperate sounds into Levi’s mouth
as he pushed up in aborted little thrusts, trying to meet each of the older
man’s slow grinds and failing miserably. Levi grunted as a sharp hipbone jabbed
him.
 
“Stay the fuck still, shitty brat,” he growled, nipping sharply at Eren’s lip
in punishment. Eren’s back arched sharply, his hips stuttering, and Levi’s eyes
widened in realization—Eren got off on this. “Oh my god, you’re so fucked up,
kid,” he groaned, biting at Eren’s lip again and relishing the whine he got in
return. He realized the hypocrisy in that, of course, but hell, he never
claimed to be a saint, and if the kid got off on him being rough, Levi was more
than happy to oblige him.
 
He sat up and none-too-gently flipped the boy over, hoisting his hips up so he
could press himself against that pert backside, push his dick between the boy’s
cheeks through the denim and rut against him properly. Eren’s knees would be
bruised tomorrow, but Levi could count the number of fucks he gave on no
fingers.  
 
Levi fished the lubricant he used on his blades out of a pocket, briefly
thankful that he chose today to take care of that as he dropped it to the floor
and began quickly relieving Eren of his belts. Luckily, the teen seemed to get
the hint and started scrabbling at his gear, tossing his jacket somewhere down
the stairs in order to start tugging at the straps on his chest. Unfortunately,
he showed as much finesse in this as he did in most other things, and by the
time Levi had unbuckled everything below the waist, Eren had only succeeded in
loosing the strap across his chest.
 
With a low, impatient growl, the Corporal grabbed the whole contraption and
jerked it over his charge’s head, tossing it down the corridor to join Eren’s
jacket. Once done, he draped himself over Eren, shoving one hand
unceremoniously down the front of the boy’s pants as the other rucked up his
shirt, fingers dragging over the slightly slick skin of his stomach.
 
Wrapping his hand around Eren’s cock earned him a shout that echoed down the
stone hallway. Levi hissed into the boy’s ear and slapped a hand over his
mouth, grumbling, “Loudmouthed brat, Christ, shut the fuck up before someone
comes to investigate.”
 
“Yeah, the quiet thing? I d-don’t do that very well, Corporal,” Eren snapped
back, trying to glare over his shoulder and failing miserably as Levi pushed
forward again, his hand moving quickly over the young man’s dick.
 
“Tch. Of course,” Levi muttered. He shoved two fingers into Eren’s mouth as he
released the boy’s cock, but paused in jerking his pants down as the younger
man went to town on his fingers, sucking at them like they were god’s gift to
humanity. The sensation wrenched a groan, full and unexpected, out of Levi
before the Corporal got himself back under enough control to tug the denim down
over the swell of his charge’s ass.
 
Honestly, the boy deserved more than this, and Levi wasn’t heartless enough to
ignore the regret that he felt, that Eren was going to lose his virginity like
this, on a dirty (well… okay, a passable) stairwell with his commanding
officer. He toyed with the idea of picking Eren up and climbing the last few
stairs to his room to do this right, make this at least seem like it was worth
something (and it was). But then the boy moaned like a whore around his
fingers, tossed an annoyed look over his shoulder and whined, “Come on,
Heichou,” and any regrets Levi had promptly fucked off to greener pastures.
 
“Shut the fuck up, you’ll get what I give you and be thankful,” Levi snapped in
return, allowing himself a moment to really appreciate his view before he
picked up the oil by his side and dumped some on his fingers. He had the
forethought to wait for it to warm up some before he pushed a finger into Eren,
but there wasn’t really a need—the kid was scalding inside, hot enough to make
Levi’s dick throb in his pants, make his lips part in a nearly imperceptible
groan. Sure, it was probably the Titan part of him, and idly he wondered if
Hanji would want to hear about this, but…
 
Well. There were some scientific discoveries that were never meant to be made
public.
 
“Fuck,” Levi groaned intelligently as he draped himself over Eren’s back. He
added another finger as the boy started pushing back, fucking him open as he
pressed scattered kisses to the back of Eren’s neck. Once the moans around his
fingers (that the boy was so dutifully sucking at, still, what a good pet he
was turning out to be) became wanton once again, Levi hooked his fingers and
dragged them along Eren’s walls, smirking against his skin when he found that
little spot that made Eren yelp and buck.
 
“Levi—nngh, Levi—“
 
“Calling a commanding officer by his first name, Eren, tsk tsk. That’s terribly
disrespectful,” Levi replied, voice as dry and bland, as bored as if he were
commenting on the weather.
 
Eren’s responding moan shot straight to the Corporal’s dick. With a growl, he
pulled his fingers from the boy’s mouth and flipped open the button on his own
pants, pushing them down just enough so he could tug his dick out. He poured
some more oil into his palm and let it warm again before coating himself with
it, hissing as he allowed himself the pleasure of a few slow strokes—not just
for himself, but because he could see the way Eren’s back arched and his hole
clenched at the slick sound of his Corporal fisting his cock behind him.
 
“Corporal, please—“ Eren was breathless, Eren sounded completely wrecked and it
was music to Levi’s ears. He pressed himself to the boy’s entrance, pressed
inside, and curled himself back over Eren’s back as the boy’s body stretched
around him, swallowing him up in that heat, oh god—
 
“Fuck,” he groaned again, snapping his hips forward to bury himself in Eren as
he pressed his fingers inside the kid’s mouth again, stifling his cry just in
time. Eren sucked at them mindlessly as he whimpered, his body trembling,
fluttering around Levi as he stretched to accommodate the other man. The
Corporal pushed his free hand up the boy’s shirt and stroked his stomach,
shushing him softly, giving in to a rare moment of tenderness (that would be
adamantly denied later). That hand moved down, wrapping around Eren’s cock and
stroking until Eren was moving impatiently against him, making soft,
encouraging sounds.
 
Levi, luckily, was quite fluent in the body language of pests, this one in
particular. He licked a stripe across the back of Eren’s neck, mimicking the
killing blow for a Titan (he didn’t miss the violent shiver at that, the way
Eren’s ass clenched and mouth fell open) as he pulled out and shoved himself
back in. Eren cried out, upper body collapsing to rest against a step as he
pushed back, meeting Levi’s slow thrusts until that impatience reared its ugly
head again.
 
“Corporal, come on—ah, why… wh-why do you choose now to—to be gentle?” Eren
hissed, pushing back, clamping down around Levi’s length, and the older man
growled, grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him down, held him there
against the rough stone.
 
“You want me to fuck you? Then shut the fuck up and let me fuck you,” he
snapped, keeping his hold on the scruff of his neck but picking up his tempo
nonetheless, fucking into Eren hard enough that the satisfying smack of skin-
on-skin echoed down the hallway.
 
He pulled his fingers out of Eren’s mouth and trailed them down the boy’s body,
circling them around a nipple until it stood at attention and then pinching the
nub harshly. The sharp whine he got in response made him groan and he did it
again, watching as pain and pleasure dueled for dominance in those bright eyes.
 
Pleasure won out and Eren sagged to the floor, his cock dripping as he pushed
back against the older man, his fingers scrabbling over the stairs, grabbing
for purchase and finding none. Levi watched the desperate attempt and smirked,
slid his hand up into Eren’s hair and fisted it, sitting up and hauling the boy
up with him. Like this, with Eren’s back to his chest, the younger man was
helpless and he moaned like he knew it, reaching back to grab at Levi’s
clothes, trying to get him closer, deeper, and gnashing his teeth when he
couldn’t.
 
“C-Corporal—nnah! Cor—Levi, oh god, please!” Eren sobbed his pleasure as Levi
grabbed his hips and fucked up into the boy, drove into him and wrapped a hand
around his cock and jerked him until Eren was wailing, back bowed and head
thrown back over Levi’s shoulder as his come shot onto the clean stairs.
 
Levi grunted as that heat got tighter, hotter, and pressed an open mouthed kiss
to Eren’s throat, sucking hard at the fragile skin to stifle his own cries as
he gave one-two-three more thrusts before emptying himself into the boy.
 
He let the boy sag against him, even going so far as to gently rub his hand
over his torso, stroking up under his shirt and back down again as Eren
regained his senses. When he finally blinked himself out of his post-orgasm
stupor and turned to grin at Levi, he was met with a frown.
 
“You came on the stairs.”
 
Eren looked at the spots of pearl white, flushing at the evidence of their
encounter. “That’s your fault.”
 
“You have to clean that.”
 
“You have to be fucking kidding me.”
 
Eren gave Levi an outraged look as the man pulled out and zipped back up,
standing and brushing dust off his pants. “Watch your tone, shitty brat. I
don’t kid about anything. Clean it up before you come to bed.”
 
Any protest Eren would have made died in his throat as he registered Levi’s
words. “Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Come to bed? As in, with you?”
 
“Don’t keep me waiting, Yaeger. That’s an order.”
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