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      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Erwin_Smith, Jean_Kirstein/Levi
  Character:
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      Published: 2017-08-16 Chapters: 5/? Words: 13661
****** Awkwardness With Jean ******
by Everything_Everything
Summary
     When Jean hears suspicious sounds coming from the commander’s office,
     he can’t help but to find out more.
Notes
     This is just a funny idea I came up with. It won't have many parts,
     but putting it as a one-shot wouldn't fulfill all that I want to
     include, so here's part 1.
***** Part One *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The plan was set in stone as of that night. The survey corps would back Annie
into a corner and force her to confess whether or not she is the Female Titan.
Jean was moping around and grumbling about dressing up as ‘that suicidal
maniac.’ He also couldn’t sleep much after finding out Annie had Marco’s gear.
Was she there when it happened, or did she just steal them from him after the
fact? Jean was deep in his thoughts before he realized that he’d wandered into
the high official’s corridor.
All of the offices were empty at the late hour - all except a door on the left,
some ways up. Jean could see light seeping out from beneath the door. After
walking a few paces, the boy realized it was the commander’s office. The
hallway was pretty dark, so he used the wall to guide him forward, careful not
to make too much noise. As he neared the doorway, a thump was heard on the
other side. A soft mumble of a baritone voice that couldn’t be mistaken as
anyone but the commander’s vibrated through the air. What made Jean pause was
the answering moan in return.
Jean had his fair share of “playful touches” back in his trainee days, so he
wasn’t foreign to the sounds of arousal one made during foreplay. It was almost
unthinkable to imagine the commander doing that with anyone, though. For some
strange reason, Jean felt he had to see which lady caught the commander’s
affections. As he stood at the door, moist smacking noises pierced his ears as
they began kissing, he assumed. Biting his lip and gathering his courage, Jean
backed up carefully and then charged forward with confident steps. Pausing
before the commander’s door, Jean raised his fist and gave two solid knocks.
It took a moment for the commander to respond. “Who is it?”
The boy gulped and replied, “Jean Kirschtein, sir.”
“Come in.”
Jean hesitated a bit after realizing, he didn’t have a reason for being there.
He guessed he could ask for clarity on tomorrow’s plan, but his job doesn’t
require much aside from sitting in a carriage. Shrugging off his dilemma, he
decided to enter the room. How arrogant is this guy, Jean thought as he tried
the door knob. This guy leaves the door unlocked while he gets it on? Oh the
joys of being a commander.
In the dimly lit room, Jean only sees the commander sitting behind his desk,
and corporal Levi lounging on the couch. His eyes widened at seeing the
corporal’s face and he glanced back to the commander, who was reading something
intently on his desk. He quickly examined the commander’s features and noticed
nothing out of place, then shifted his eyes to scope out the corporal, however
sharp eyes were staring at him boredly from beneath a half-lidded gaze. Jean
tried to check him out subtly anyway, but must have failed because the captain
raised his brow in question. The man was sitting with one foot on the floor and
his injured foot propped up by a pillow from the couch. His shirt was a little
wrinkled and his lips a bit plump, but otherwise there wasn’t much to look at,
especially with his back to Jean.
Gathering his wits about him, Jean snapped his heels together and saluted his
superiors. “Commander Smith! Corporal Levi, sir!”
He silently congratulated himself for not stuttering.
“Yes, did you need me for something?” The commander asked, finally looking up
from the book. A questioning stare was directed toward Jean.
“Well, not necessarily; I was just wandering the halls until I saw that your
office still had light.” A thought appeared in Jean’s head, and he deflated in
misery. “Actually, I was thinking about what Armin said earlier...”
Commander Smith’s thick brows knit at the sudden melancholic atmosphere that
surrounded the boy before him.
“Why would Annie have Marco’s gear? Did she…” Jean’s throat seemed to close up
around the words attempting to leave his mouth.
Levi understood where the thought was going and propped an elbow on the couch’s
armrest. “Stop torturing yourself with made up stories. Your friend died in
battle like a true soldier. Nothing else to deliberate on other than the fact
that you now carry his legacy. Got it?”
In no way, shape, or form did Jean expect such encouraging words to come from
the mouth of the corporal, but, from the way pride seemed to swell up in his
heart, he needed those words. The boy smiled stood at full attention.
“Thank you, corporal. Then, I’m sorry for the interruption, commander. I’ll
take my leave now.”
Jean about-faced abruptly and scurried from the commander’s office without
looking back. Sorry for the interruption, Jean screamed in his mind.
Interrupting what, Jean?! They were just sitting there doing nothing! Way to be
inconspicuous. But, the commander and the corporal? I didn’t even know they
were gay? How do two guys even...The boy beat himself up over the blunder all
night long and went to sleep worried about facing his superiors the following
day.
Chapter End Notes
     Okay, so I definitely can’t remember if Jean was in that meeting with
     the others, when they were strategizing and speculating over Annie’s
     involvement. But I definitely took a lot of creative freedom and
     threw him in there, so there you go! Lol
***** Part Two *****
Chapter Notes
     I realized after reviewing certain parts of the manga, that I did not
     actually start reading the manga until that long hiatus between
     season 1 and season 2 of the anime. Because I had already seen the
     anime, I didn’t read that part of the manga and am just now realizing
     that Levi rescuing Eren from fusing with Annie was not exactly how it
     happened in the manga. So try to keep in mind that I will be mixing a
     lot of manga and anime references, that probably won’t make sense if
     you’re more familiar with one over the other.
“How the hell have Titans been within the walls all this time and no one but
those conniving-assed shits knew about it?” Levi angrily grumbled, allowing one
of his subordinates to tighten the dressing on his ankle.
“It smells of suspicion and is extremely frustrating. Titans are unpredictable
as it is, now that we’ve uncovered a dormant one, who knows what could happen.”
Hange pushed her goggles atop her head frustratedly. “Minister Nick wouldn’t
give up not one clue, even when I’d threatened his life...We need that
information.”
“Bastards.” Levi bent in half to slip on his shoe, nodding his appreciation to
his aid. The corporal stood up and swung his suit jacket around his shoulders.
“Come find me should someone find a way to get the girl out of that crystal;
I’ve got a few choice words for her.”
The section commander raised her brows knowingly. “And where will you be?”
“I’m going to speak with the commander, before the meeting.” Levi replied
without any hint of the annoyance he felt.
He knew she and Zacharias were suspicious of his and the commander’s
relationship, but hell if he would give them anymore to gossip about amongst
each other. Erwin was a teasing bastard and fairly close with those two. If
Levi gave him permission to make their coupling known, he’d soon regret it. He
could imagine the things they’d ask him:
“Do you think the consistent sexual activity gives you an edge when out or
expeditions,” He could hear Hange inquiring of him. “Or does it worsen your
performance?”
“Is Erwin’s smell more pungent down there or is it a different scent
altogether?”
Levi grimaced at his own imagination. Okay, Mike wasn’t that weird, but he’s
sure they’d ask some ridiculous crap just out of curiosity. Not to mention
Hange’s total disregard for what it means to be subtle. Levi wanted to groan in
frustration, but held it in as he walked past some comrades in the corridor.
He made his way up the stairs to the commander’s room just to check up on the
man surely stressing himself out with different theories and questions. Adding
another piece to the puzzle only meant more strategizing and analyzing for the
commander to do. It amazed Levi to no end how the commander was able to predict
various outcomes and prepare for them almost simultaneously, however it came
with a cost. The commander carried every burden on his shoulders and counted
himself responsible for various occurrences because he believed that he could
have prevented certain outcomes with the knowledge he had.
He knew just as well as Levi that you cannot utilize 100% of the knowledge
you’ve gathered; some details were going to seem more pertinent than others.
However it would be useless to tell him so, Levi thought. As rational as the
man was, he was even more of an enigma because of the irrational amount of
guilt his conscious harbored. Some things that were clearly out of his control
seemingly become his burden to carry. It never ceased to confound Levi.
Because of his hasty actions in Trost, Levi had to use a crutch to get around,
as his ankle became inflamed. It was still screaming at him for pulling a stunt
like that. But he couldn’t help it! Everyone was just standing around, watching
the two melt away. If it hadn’t been such an anticlimactic end, Levi would have
given all of them a piece of his mind. However, he did understand how to use
tact and kept his comments to himself.
Erwin’s quarter was a lot more quaint and stylish than the other officer’s
rooms. It made sense, as he was the commander - just below the rank of Chief
Zackley, himself. This also meant that he had his own private washroom, of
which Levi was most grateful. With his injury, he just felt like soaking in a
tub and not having to worry about jostling it in the communal showers.
The stoic, blonde leader, whom everyone admired, was looming over the desk on
the far wall of his room. Maps and open books were littered across the desks’
surface, as the commander debriefed himself on the details of the debate fast
approaching. He had already dispatched a few squads to standby near Wall Rose,
putting the first part of his plan into action. He now had to focus on
convincing the military police that his plan would greatly advance humanity’s
edge over the titans. If Arlert’s hypothesis was correct, then the remaining
accomplices of Leonhart had to be within what was left of the 104th trainees -
particularly those in the survey corps.
Three impatient knocks at his door broke Erwin out of his reverie and brought
his attention back to the present. He sighed at his partner’s timing and went
to open the door despite his reluctance. The door opened to a less-than-
appealing expression donning his guest’s face. Levi brushed past him and cast
not a glance to the mess of paperwork strewn about the opposite side of the
room, lest he lose his chance for rest and spend the evening cleaning.
“I figured you’d be here working,” Came the slightly judgmental droll of the
shorter man.
“What did you expect me to be doing - taking a nap?” Erwin shut the door
tightly behind the other and went back to his task before the interruption.
“Not at all. I just wanted to point out how predictable you can be.”
The commander scrunched his face up in an expression no one would believe the
stoic man to ever allow to cross his features. “I beg to differ. And I’m to
assume you believe my strategies transparent, as well?”
Hanging his suit jacket on the rack nailed into the wall, Levi peered at the
other knowingly. “I’m going to take a bath. Come get me when you’re about to
leave for the meeting.”
Just before the other shut the door, Erwin chanced a look toward the bathroom
where he was met with a challenging leer. He reverted his eyes back to his
plans and stared at them blankly. He didn’t realize how screwed he was, until
it dawned on him that he’d been reading the same line over and over again for
the past minute and a half. Cursing Levi in his head, he drew back from the
desk and began removing his clothes.
With the temperature being just below boiling, the crippled corporal stopped up
the tub with the plug, so it could be filled. He finished unbuttoning his shirt
and leant the crutch against the tub, so he could remove his pants. As soon as
he’d unbuckled his belt, the door to the bathroom opened, allowing a chilling
breeze to rush in.
Erwin inspected the sight before him and tsked thoughtfully. “You’ve lost
weight haven’t you?”
Levi loosened his hold on his belt and watched as his pants sagged low on his
hips. “I guess so. I don’t feel any different.”
Thick arms wrapped around the built figure of the smaller, half-dressed man. “I
guess I’ll be the judge of that, huh?”
Erwin licked just behind the younger’s ear and simultaneously clutched at
Levi’s unsuspecting member, causing the other to emit a surprisingly loud bark
of a moan. Horrified, Levi clapped a hand over his mouth and felt his ears burn
in embarrassment. He didn’t know how thick these walls were and glanced over to
the window to make sure at least that was sealed shut. Once he got over his
initial shock, anger took over.
“Oi, you horny bastard! That wasn’t an invitati-i-iunhh-,” Erwin slid his
middle finger along the groove just between Levi’s ball sack, making the
other’s breath hitch in anticipation.
He latched onto the corporal’s neck and began sucking gently at various spots
under his jaw. “You’re the one who was giving me bedroom eyes…”
A soft chuckle escaped the smaller man. “I was just trying to prove a point.”
“What that you’re infuriatingly irresistible?” The blonde lightly gripped the
other’s neck in a choke hold and gazed hungrily into the grey pools below.
Levi stared straight into the rivers of blue and watched them flood with black,
as he flicked his tongue out to swipe at the taller man’s upper lip.
“You’re so predictable.”
It was like those three words unlatched something in the commander’s loins
because Levi was suddenly swallowing a tongue not his own and bearing more
weight on his injured ankle than is recommended. He didn’t acknowledge the pain
until his whole leg began screaming at him. He pulled away with a grimace and
tried to shift more to the right. Erwin realized his mistake and scooped the
other into his arms.
“What are you doing?” Levi inquired, a bit off kilter.
“You shouldn’t be on your feet any longer than you need to be. You already
pulled that rogue stunt earlier, disobeying my direct orders.”
Eyes narrowing in disbelief, Levi had the sense of mind not to thrash about in
the man’s arms, lest he fall onto the hard linoleum floor. “Are you pulling
rank on me?”
Erwin backtracked, before he lost yet another opportunity to ravage his petit
entrée. “I was just saying that I don’t want your condition compromised during
another mission. I know how hard it is for you to stay out of trouble, so all I
can hope for is a speedy recovery.”
Levi hummed in acquiescence, knowing Erwin’s tongue was the slickest on this
side of the wall. There was no way he was letting that one slide, but since the
other had him riled up already, he was going to make him finish what he
started.
The black-haired man guided the other into another deep kiss. Erwin went to sit
the other onto the sink, but he slipped backwards and rocked his body forward
abruptly. Levi clutched onto the larger man, tucking his head into the other’s
shoulder and curling his legs in so they wouldn’t hit anything. Erwin knocked
his knuckles against the countertop as he threw his arms out to break the fall
and landed hard on his left knee as he fell into a kneel on the floor.
They remained in that position for a moment just to get their bearings about
them and Levi slowly lifted his head from the crook of the other’s neck.
“Turn off the damn faucet.” He commanded breathlessly.
Erwin carefully stood and placed Levi on the sink, as he was sure to get cursed
out should he set the other on the bathroom floor of all places. He twisted the
knobs on the tub until the water stopped running and heard loud knocks at his
bedroom door.
“Commander Smith! The carriage is ready to depart.”
Erwin hung his head at the timing of it all and breathed in a steadying breath.
“I will be right down!”
The commander glanced back to find Levi buttoning his shirt. He reached back
and clasped his hand over the man’s own.
“You should stay behind.” He suggested. “It’s my fault you didn’t get your
bath. You already know what’s going on - I’m just going to give the district
chief the rundown.”
Levi lifted an elegant eyebrow. “You just want me to stay behind so I can clean
up the mess.”
A shadow of a smirk outlined the corners of the elder’s lips and he seductively
ran his tongue along them, allowing Levi a glimpse of that sinfully wonderful
appendage. “I’ll be back.”
 
*Stohess District, Military Police Facility*
 
Jean saw the look of distrust that crossed the official’s faces at the
commander’s mention of more titan spies being within the walls. The room had
grown eerily silent and, more than once, gazes travelled to the pastor’s at the
table. They wouldn’t be one of the spies, would they, Jean wondered. Before he
could ponder more on the thought, a garrison soldier burst through the doors.
“Commander Erwin! Bad News!” Jean could smell the alcohol radiating off of the
man, as he was stationed close by the door. “Wall Rose is breached!”
The district chief rose to his feet, immediately. “What do you mean it’s
breached? What is the meaning of this, commander?!”
Jean studied his superior for a reaction to the other’s rather obvious
accusation, but the commander disregarded the chief’s comment as if he never
spoke at all.
“Easy, Touma.” He raised a hand in an attempt to calm the frantic man.
“Familiarize us with this development.”
As the soldier began explaining the events of the other day, Erwin’s mind went
to Levi. He should hear this, too, but who to send? He needed Hange there to
help form a quick battle plan and he didn’t trust anyone else around to go in
his quarters. His eyes stopped on the teen posted by the doorway. He caught the
soldier’s attention and beckoned him over.
Jean was about to point at himself and question if the commander was really
looking at him, but decided to rush over without a second thought. Erwin
crooked his finger for the redhead to come closer and Jean bent his body
forward to a point where he was definitely crossing personal boundaries.
“Go fill in the corporal on the details after the briefing,” Erwin informed.
“He is resting in my quarters.”
With a nod, Jean stepped back and listened intently to the rest of the news,
before making his exit.
 
*Stohess District, Base of Scouting Legion*
 
Levi sighed in contempt as he finally sank into the hot bath water. After Erwin
left, he started mopping up the water on the floor, then noticed how filthy the
floor itself was, and kept finding things that needed to be cleaned all over
the bathroom. Once he was satisfied with his work, Levi refilled the tub and
actually made it in.
The heated water was heavenly as it enveloped his ankle in its warm embrace. He
lifted his leg gingerly and draped it over the edge of the tub. Levi shifted
uncomfortably as water teased across the most sensitive of places. Ahh, that’s
right, the blissed-out man remembered. We were interrupted again.
At the memory of his most recent escapade, Levi’s member twitched in need. He
reached down into the water and wrapped a hand around his member in a firm
grasp and began roughly pumping his cock. The water sloshed back and forth as
he steadily tugged on his member. His hips slowly began to rock in tandem with
his hand movements, rolling in circles as he imagined Erwin sitting beneath
him. He took pleasure in hearing that delectable gasp when he clenched tightly
around that long shaft. Their sessions almost always turned into an unspoken
battle for who could be the most silent - even when they knew there was little
possibility of being caught. The two of them were equally stoic and took pride
in making the other call out.
The image of slowly rousing his lover had Levi’s other hand subconsciously
massaging his balls. His back slowly slid down the side of the tub, so that he
could better access his anus. Some of the soapy water went up his nose as it
came level with the surface of the water, so Levi tilted his head back in order
to could breathe. He could hear his blood rushing to his head as his ears
dipped beneath the water’s surface. His breaths were coming out in pants and it
hitched as he wiggled one of his fingers past the tight muscle of his asshole.
He hummed lowly as he worked himself into euphoria.
Outside of Erwin’s quarters, Jean had just arrived and was expecting to get a
response after knocking loudly on the wooden door. He knocked again for good
measure and figured the corporal must’ve still been asleep. He didn’t take the
small, but deadly man for a heavy sleeper, but maybe there was more to his
condition than just a leg injury. With extra care, the strawberry blonde teen
cracked the door open and scanned the room. Levi was nowhere to be found.
Cautiously stepping into the room for a closer inspection, Jean heard faint
panting coming from the connecting room. The door was asunder just enough for
him to spy with discretion.
He couldn’t see much into the bathroom, but he could feel the familiar
mugginess from a hot shower or bath. How he appreciated being in the inner
cities, where warm water was easily accessible. From his position, he could see
part of the bathtub, which held a flush-faced corporal. His leg was propped
over the side of the tub and his toes were curled so tightly, that Jean thought
it had to be uncomfortable for his ankle.
As he inspected his superior more closely, the teen realized he was intruding
on a very private moment. However, the corporal’s desperate breaths and blissed
out facial expression was so enticing, Jean just couldn’t look away. The elder
man held his fingers over his prostate and rubbed it until a magnificent whine
crawled its way from his throat and he felt his orgasm hit him. Levi blinked
open his eyes and everything in Jean’s body ran ice cold. The corporal’s head
slowly sank beneath the water…And stayed there.
Shit, did he just fall asleep, Jean worried. After another twenty seconds of
the corporal submerged beneath the water, Jean began to panic. What kind of
idiot falls asleep in a tub?! Rolling up his sleeves, the cadet burst through
the door and fell to his knees beside the tub. He wrapped an arm around his
officers torso and seized an arm in his right hand, hefting the other into a
sitting position.
He realized too late that there wasn’t much resistance in the body below him
and was met with a face full of pain and agony. Levi had sprung forward and
headbutted the other right between his eyes and glared down as the soldier
cradled his nose with his hands. Jean hissed and tried not to make a sound as
it caused more pain to radiate to his nose.
“Hold your head straight.” Levi instructed, gentle hands directing him to obey
the command. “And don’t scrunch your face up like that - it’ll just add more
pressure to the pain.”
Jean heard the sloshing of water as he assumed the other had stood from the tub
and did as the man said. He opened his eyes and saw the other holding out some
tissue for him. He hesitantly took the offer and dabbed lightly at the
sensitive area.
Feeling extremely stupid and that he owed the other an explanation, Jean
mumbled, “I thought you were drowning.”
Levi had unplugged the tub and was cleaning himself with a washcloth. “If you
hadn’t been spying on me, you wouldn’t have tried to play the hero.”
The corporal hung the cloth onto a rack and stepped under the head of the
shower. He pulled a cord and allowed the water to fall over his sudsy body.
Jean respectfully kept his back to the man, giving him privacy, as he should’ve
done earlier.
“What the hell are you doing in the commander’s quarters, anyway?”
Suddenly, the urgency of their predicament came back to the forefront of Jean’s
mind and he spun around in a panic. “Sir! Commander Smith sent me with
pertinent information! Wall Rose has been breached!”
 
*Later That Night*
 
The wagon was prepared for the reinforcements to head out. The survey corps
would need more than a few handicapped squads on the field with nothing but the
veteran soldiers fighting. They were extremely skilled soldiers, but should
they run out of resources or - even worse - tire out, they’re just as much
titan food as an inexperienced farmer.
Minister Nick had informed the commander that he would no longer withhold
information should they be able to convince him that they cause is greater than
that of the wall cult’s. As far as he was concerned, the cult was protecting
much more than just a few people within the walls, but if the scouting legion
could prove that withholding information was more harmful than not, then he
would relent.
Levi was just finishing up a cup of tea, when there was a knock at his door.
“It’s open.” He called, already suspecting who it could be.
The door opened to reveal Erwin, in all of his commandeering glory. “Hange and
I just spoke with Pastor Nick. He agrees to help us on one, condition: that we
allow him on an expedition with us.”
Levi set his cup down, giving the commander his full attention. “Oh?”
“Hange is his confidante, so I will need you to keep an eye on him.”
“Of course. So am I suiting up or no?”
Erwin crossed his arms, shaking his head gravely. “No, you are to refrain from
combat, however I give you permission to defend yourself, if need be. Though,
that was probably already understood.”
Levi went over to his drawer and pulled out his revolver. As he made sure all
of the chambers were filled with ammo he asked, “So, am I now a part of Hange’s
squad?”
“Not necessarily. You will be assisting her, as she hasn’t shown interest in
recruiting any of the cadets for her own squad. I’m sending Armin, Eren, and
Mikasa with her.”
“What about, Kirschtein?”
Erwin smirked. “I’m keeping him under my wing, for now. He’s got potential,
that one.”
Levi peered at the other, skeptically. “Potential for what?”
“Becoming a squad leader himself, one day.”
That kid’s even sneakier than I thought, the corporal concluded. I won’t let
him off so easy though.
“Well, that’s too bad.” Levi glanced at the inquiring stare of his commander.
“I was hoping to have more fun with him.”
“What do you mean?” Erwin asked, less than impressed at the implications.
“You should know; you’re the one who sent him to brief me on the details, no?”
***** Part Three *****
Chapter Notes
     This story will be following the "canon" storyline up to a point, so
     I added a new tag that you may want to take into account, when
     reading this.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The meeting that had commenced at the asscrack of dawn had finally adjourned
and Jean couldn’t have been more grateful. It was amazing that these old
geezers could talk so long about the same topics over and over again. They
questioned literally everything that came out of the commander’s mouth, and
when he couldn’t give them a guaranteed response, the annoying grunts and
snorts never failed to follow. It was amazing how the corp’s leader
continuously maintained an indifferent demeanor amidst the pompous doubt thrown
at him on a daily basis.
To say Jean was impressed, would be an understatement. He truly admired the
elder man for his ability to analyze his surroundings and use it to his
advantage. After realizing that the chief and his officials were only willing
to dispatch troops to Trost district with more concrete evidence, Erwin decided
to submit to their demands, suggesting they wait for more information to return
from the field.
It was an ingenious move, yet it had a good chance of backfiring on the
commander. With more solid proof, the police brigade would have to swallow
every last excuse they threw at Erwin and follow through on their “conditions.”
Several times, they had interjected the scouting legion’s flaw of chasing half-
truths and its correlation with the loss of men’s lives. As skewed as the
statistics were, there was little else one could do against the majority who
were adamant about upholding cowardly principles. Every time Jean reflected on
that bogus meeting, he groaned with embarrassment. There was a time, not too
long ago, that his mindset was similar to that of the close-minded jerk-offs at
the meeting earlier that day.
At the moment, Jean was pretending to busy himself with the reference section
of the commander’s private library located in his office. The young man found
it weird that his superior wanted him of all people in his company. He
accompanied the commander out of duty and respect to his officer’s wishes, but
was steadily wracking his brain for the underlying reason behind Erwin’s
pointless order. It wasn’t like Jean could be of much aid; the research was
already tasked to another team, who were probably falling over themselves
scrambling together more leads.
The more they sat in silence, the more frustrated Jean became. What the hell do
you want from me, the cadet wondered. I should be out fighting with everyone
else. If Wall Maria has truly fallen, how long before they all are dead?
“Pardon, but commander?”
Erwin stiffened in shock and schooled his features accordingly. He’d forgotten
the younger lad was in the room with him, though he was the one who’d invited
the other. He neatly set his paperwork aside and clasped his hands in front of
him, giving the younger his undivided attention.
Jean paused slightly at the obvious intrusion, but decided to go forth anyway.
“I don’t mean to question your authority, but I just can’t understand why more
troops weren’t dispatched to Trost district.”
A mirthful glint flashed across Erwin’s eyes and he leaned back in his chair
with a proud smirk on his face. “What you’re feeling is 100% justified and I
know where you’re coming from.”
Jean couldn’t resist furrow in his brows as he waited for the eventual “but” to
make itself known.
“Right now, the garrison are scouting the perimeter for the exact location of
the breach and our troops are going in as reinforcements. We are currently
unsure of the number of titans invading our territory and have taken into
account this knowledge as we plan further action.”
“So, what of the scouts at Wall Maria? If the garrison are on a search, that
means the others are left to fight on their own. I think it would be in our
best interest -”
“To do what?” Erwin suddenly inquired, interrupting the cadet’s panic attack.
“At the moment, we are unsure of the circumstances. The Scouting Legion have a
limited number of soldiers at the ready because of our last expedition. Not to
mention that what is left of our veteran troops is out on the field, right now.
Only a handful remain here with me. If we head out there with the number of
troops we have, the scouting legion may be no more. Not to mention the military
police will have no idea what it is they’re truly up against.
“My intentions are to get at least 100 troops of each military unit out on that
field, so that we all may get a taste of the dangers we are up against.
Otherwise, we will only continue to fight amongst each other, as our comrades
die out on that field.”
Jean walked over to the sofa to sit with his arms propped on his thighs and a
random book hanging from his hand.
“What happens if the information isn’t enough?”
Erwin smirked. “What do you think, Jean? What would you do in that case?”
The teen straightened his back and aimlessly flipped through the book in his
hands. “I would say, to hell with those military pussies and head out to fight
alongside my comrades. We didn’t join the scouts to do politics, we joined to
protect and serve. If we can’t protect, then who the hell are we going to
serve?”
Jean paused in his rant after realizing who the hell he was just yelling at. He
brushed a hand through his hair and added, “If that’s okay with you, sir.”
Erwin was not offended in the slightest; he was actually pleased, in a way, by
the other’s response.
“Your judgement is not wrong. The day you bend to the whim of people who have
never had to stand their ground against a titan is the day I start to worry. As
a corps member, it is our duty to never lose hope. As inhumane as that sounds,
hope is the only thing that keeps us as a people moving forward. Without hope,
we are left in a vegetating state of uselessness with nothing pushing us to
take that next step. So as the hope for humanity, Eren must never give up, the
Scouting Legion must never die, and you, Jean, must always have a plan.”
“A plan?” Jean blanked after the conversation seemed to take an abrupt turn.
“What does that have to do with anything? I thought you sent Armin with Hange
because he’s the plan guy?”
The commander neatly organized the papers on his desk. “Armin is an excellent
strategist and brilliantly intuitive. However, he needs time to sort out and
process the many thoughts that flood into that head of his. I’ve read up on
your report from the Battle at Trost, as well as your actions during the most
recent expedition. You work extraordinarily well under pressure and formulate
strategies that will result in less deaths.
“As commander of the Survey Corps, and a veteran member for over twenty odd
years, I can say that, that sort of mindset is a welcomed necessity within the
ranks of soldiers who are more or less, suicidal. There always needs to be a
balance between the fearless lad who will stop at nothing to result in the
desired outcome and the practical lad who proceeds with caution.”
Something just occurred to Jean. “You’re not just talking about me and Armin,
anymore, are you?”
The hard gaze Erwin was giving Jean, made him want to swallow those words. A
sly grin spread across the commander’s face.
“You have a very keen sense, Jean.”
A shiver ran down the teen’s spine at the growl behind his name.
“There’s actually a reason why I invited you to my office.” Erwin pushed
himself back from his desk and stood to draw the curtains closed, on his office
windows. “You see, I intended for the drowning silence to force your most
fretful thoughts to the forefront of your mind, but it seems I underestimated
the amount of care you have for your fellow cadets.”
The broad man rounded his desk and went to sit next to the teenager occupying
his sofa. Throwing an arm casually across the back of it, the commander asked,
“Now that you’re no longer worried about that situation, is there anything else
you want to talk about?”
Jean still sat there, frozen in his spot. He couldn’t believe this was
happening; did the commander know about his little incident with the captain?
“Maybe something’s suffocating you with guilt and you feel like, for whatever
reason, you can’t tell anyone about it.”
He’s going to kill me.
“Kirschtein?”
Jean jumped from his position next to the commander and pounded his fist over
his heart. “Sir! I apologize for any misunderstanding, but I was simply
performing that task which I was given by you, sir!”
A thoroughly groomed eyebrow raised in response. “And that task included
unseemly circumstances involving your superior officer?”
“I truly apologize, sir. I meant no disrespect to your relationship with the
captain. My actions were wrong and it will not happen again.”
The jealousy welling up within Erwin’s chest was now nonexistent. “What do you
mean my relationship with the captain?”
Jean’s eyes widened and he lowered them meekly. “I just thought…”
“The captain came to me with an issue that bothered him, so I am handling
things as per protocol. Since you are an active member of our ranks, it would
be counterproductive if I cannot trust you with fulfilling my commands.” The
atmosphere around the two men had become very dark. “Don’t let wild thoughts
carry you away, Jean. It is dangerous to spread rumors about your superiors.”
“Uh - no! Sir, I would never...” Jean was beginning to question his own
judgment and wondered if he was only imagining things the way they were because
he was a horny teenager. But then again, the teen pondered. He didn’t exactly
deny my claim, either.
Jean gathered as much courage as he could muster and squared his shoulders.
“Sir, if I may ask -,”
The door to Erwin’s office burst open. “Commander! The latest intel has
returned from the field!”
“Let me see it.”
The messenger handed over the evidence in his hands and allowed the commander
some time to sift through it. Jean was waiting impatiently for some indication
of whether the contents within the papers were helpful or not.
That triumphant glint had returned to Erwin’s eyes, as he looked up from the
files. “Call everyone to an emergency meeting. If this is true, we shouldn’t
waste anymore time than necessary.”
They all began to exit the room, but Erwin stopped in his tracks, turning to
Jean. “Kirschtein, go tell the squad leaders to round the cavalry up. I have a
feeling we’ll be heading out tonight.”
Chapter End Notes
     I know this chapter is short, but it felt right to end it here. Let
     me know your thoughts!
***** Part Four *****
Chapter Notes
     Just updated with corrections to grammar. Will do the same for other
     chapters in time ^^
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Queasiness overcame Jean, as his gut felt like it were folding itself inside-
out. He still didn’t know what to make of the most recent shock unveiled to
him. As soon as word of Eren’s kidnapping had made it to the commander’s ears,
dispatch of all active soldiers was ordered. Jean remembered the surrealness of
it all, galloping alongside his comrades with both the Garrison and the
Military Police at his flanks. The nauseating feeling of finally setting his
sights on the Armored Titan and realizing it had an uncanny resemblance to
Reiner Braun. The begrudging finality in Bertholdt’s voice as he told his
former comrades he couldn’t hand over Eren.
Jean reflexively shut his eyes at the reminder of that day’s events. To think
that there were more monsters hiding in their midst, all this time, and that
they’d all emerged from among his peers. Could they trust anyone in this crazed
world?
But then again, Eren was a great advantage for the Survey Corps and the others
testified that Ymir had helped them escape sudden death atop a lone tower. Then
why did she stay behind with Bertholdt and Reiner, Jean pondered. Was she also
in denial about those two? It was hard for me to believe it, at first, too. Yet
with Titans charging from all sides, I guess I didn’t have the luxury of
multiple options. It was either fight or die. Jean touched the tender spot on
his jaw where he’d surely knocked out a tooth or two. It seemed shifters were
given the best hand in this game called life.
“What’s so funny?”
Jean was shocked out of his thoughts by the question. Atop a dusty old desk in
the corner of the room sat Connie. He had a childish pout on his face, as his
legs swung back and forth, moodily.
“You know you slept through dinner, right?” He goaded, attempting to jar Jean
back to reality.
“Yeah, that’s the least of my worries, right now.” The red-haired boy sighed
and slinked back against the bed’s headboard. “How’s Mikasa and the others
holding up?”
Connie bent a leg and rested his chin on a knee. “They’re doing as good as the
situation allows. Kind of sucks that Mikasa can’t heal herself in half a day,
like Eren. This is probably the only time I’d wish…”
At the abrupt silence that filled the room, Jean looked up at his younger
friend. He tilted his head inquiringly and tried to make eye contact with the
other.
“You’d wish what?” He finally asked, after the silence dragged on for too long.
“That I’d wish someone I know to be a Titan.” Connie grit out between clenched
teeth, fingers wrenching the fabric of his sleeves.
Jean didn’t really know how to reply to that, so he remained silent.
Connie hopped off of the desk and dust himself off, absentmindedly. “If you get
hungry, just sneak over to Sasha’s room. She stashed some goods away for you
and Mikasa, if she wakes up anytime soon.”
“Where are you headed?”
“To bed. I’ve got an early day tomorrow with Hange. We’re going to check out
some things in my home village.”
“Oh. Well, good night.”
Connie waved at him over his shoulder, before making his exit. He shut the door
tightly behind him and left Jean with his own thoughts. Jean was curious about
the significance of Connie’s village, however the amount of secrets spilled
that day was enough to keep him preoccupied for the night. He’s sure they’ll
report back, if they find anything.
It was maybe half an hour later that his stomach began to grumble angrily at
him. Suddenly he remembered Connie’s advice about where to get a midnight
snack. He just hoped Sasha was still awake. The sore muscles in his body
protested as he gingerly rolled himself out of the bed. He looked over the
untouched bed at the other side of the room and briefly wondered where his
roommate could be.
As he exited the room, he realized he hadn’t an idea which one of the room’s
was Sasha’s and concluded that Connie was an idiot. Way to do me a favor, Jean
bitterly thought.
The hallway he’d been on was fairly quiet, but the more he trekked the halls,
the more lively the residents became. Some of the doors were wide open with
small groups of soldiers either chatting, playing cards, or drinking their
night away. He’s certain that the women weren’t supposed to be in the barracks
of the men past hours, however their superiors were probably more lenient after
cheating death like they had.
He caught sight of a cracked door and was tempted to check if Sasha was behind
it, when he heard a breathy moan followed by an excited giggle. Being partly
flustered and partly aroused, Jean decided it best not to get caught up in
another voyeuristic endeavor.
Although, he thought. What if that was Sasha? It was a female’s voice coming
from the room.
Jean slapped his hands against his face and shook the image out of his head.
No, no, no! He could not think of Sasha in that way. Especially, when he was on
his way to meet up with the hunter. As he walked down the hall, he tried to
will away his budding erection. Except his traitorous mind wasn’t allowing it.
It had been a while since Jean last got a handjob or even made out with a girl.
He groaned in despair. All of the women in the survey corps were older and
definitely not looking for a teen fling. The only other women he could possibly
hook up with were Sasha and Mikasa. He scoffed at his own hopefulness. Mikasa’s
out of commission for an indefinite amount of time and, even if she weren’t
injured, she’d likely snap his dick in half for ever thinking she’d get near
it. A shiver ran down his spine at the imagery. And like hell would he let
Sasha anywhere near his junior. She’d probably get hungry halfway through or
have some weird kink about weiners.
Jean sighed heavily and ruffled his hair frustratedly. He stopped walking
halfway up the stairs and slunk onto a step, head falling against the wall in
exasperation.
“Come on, body, get your priorities straight. You need food, not a release.” He
whined into the darkness.
“Actually, I’d argue that both are needed.”
Instinctively closing his legs to hide his junior, Jean whipped around to the
source of the second voice.
“Captain Levi,” Jean sputtered out in surprise, not sure what else to say.
The captain trudged down to the step below the one he sat on and loomed over
him in an intimidating manner. “I’m surprised you haven’t taken care of that
already...Unless you only get off from seeing others pop one off.”
An embarrassing rush of arousal travelled down his spine, straight to his
groin. Jean felt heat flush into his cheeks, unsure if it was from
embarrassment or arousal.
He swallowed to ensure his voice wouldn’t crack on his next statement. “I told
you that was unintentional.”
Levi’s eyebrows raised in a mocking gesture. “So you did enjoy it.”
“What? No!” Jean stood in indignation, forgetting about the tightness in pants
for a moment. He noticed the tense set of the captain’s shoulders and the hand
already perched in the inside pocket of his suit jacket. “I just meant that I
didn’t mean to spy on you - and there wasn’t much for me to see anyway.”
Levi’s cutting stare pierced straight through Jean’s being and gave him pause.
“Say what?”
Jean thought over his previous statement again and sucked in a deep breath at
the possible innuendo.
He threw up his hands in surrender and shook his head vigorously, “No, that’s
not what -”
The captain had ceased his flailing wrists and swung him into the wall on the
opposite side of the staircase. Jean had lost his footing on the way over and
stumbled, catching himself with a flat left foot. The other leg was sprawled
out about three steps down. Any further and he probably would have tripped the
captain, taking the both of them down. He winced at the banister digging in his
back and the grip on his wrists tightening.
Levi tilted his chin so that he was looking down his nose at the disoriented
man. “Eyes can be deceiving.”
Jean didn’t know what gave him the courage to move. It surely wasn’t the
murderous glare the captain was giving him. And it definitely wasn’t the
tingling in his hands from loss of circulation. All he knew was that instead of
fighting against Levi’s hold, he was lifting his right leg and experimentally
running his knee up his superior’s inner thigh.
Feeling the flirtatious flutter of lust within his belly, a thought came to
Jean. A horny teen that thinks with the wrong head.
Even with that knowledge and the slackened hold on his wrists, Jean had no
desire to stop. As much as he didn’t want to admit it to himself, he’d been
having wet dreams on and off about his captain, since that day. He vaguely
wondered what could bring out those lewd faces the other pulled in the bath
that day.
Without warning, Jean ground his thigh against Levi’s crotch, eliciting a
reaction the younger hadn't expected in the least. He’d expected the captain to
bash his face in or break his leg. Not...fall against his chest.
“Captain?” He called in a small voice.
Levi berated himself at his stupid taunt. Leave it to him to run into an
obviously frustrated teen and hand out a free invitation to grope him, when
he’d just given himself the worst case of blue balls.
The redhead below him shifted in an attempt to compensate for the extra weight
atop him, inadvertently rubbing against the captain’s sensitive balls even
more.
Levi clenched his fingers into the younger man’s shirt, as his other hand
scrambled aimlessly for something more stable to hold onto. Once he’d grabbed a
hold of the banister, the dark-haired man seemed as if he was finally be able
to breathe.
“Nggh - Don’t move!”
The breathy, almost pained reply made Jean more concerned about the situation.
He didn’t think such light touches would get him much of a response, however
the captain was acting as if just a few more brushes would send him over the
edge. Have I been wrong about his and the commander’s relationship all this
time, the cadet fretfully wondered. Is the captain a virgin?
As that thought swam through his mind, Jean felt like the worst scum of the
earth. He gently placed a hand at the captain’s hip and another beneath the
other’s arm to carefully lift him from his body. He felt a rough shiver wrack
the elder man’s body and - to his own surprise - had to hold in his own desire
at the delightful feeling. Jean’s had plenty of fantasies where he causes women
to convulse beneath him, as he rocked her body with immense pleasure. But never
had he ever imagined himself bringing a man to completion - that is, until
recently. During his training days, he remembered a few of the guys who found
it easier to get each other off in the barracks, rather than sneaking behind
their superior’s backs to get a quick fuck. Jean didn’t mind the secretive
meetups; it just added more of an edge to his rendez-vous.
Maybe that was why he couldn’t shake off the hot arousal settled deep within
his loins, at the moment. The chance of someone catching them in such a
compromising position was very high and he was with a superior officer. Captain
Levi, of all people, Jean thought to himself. That acknowledgement seemed to
slap Jean back to reality. Here he was in the middle of a staircase, possibly
taking advantage of one of the most highly ranked officers of the survey corps.
They'd lock him away for who knows how long, not to mention the beating he’d
receive from Levi once the other sobered up from his post-orgasmic high.
“Shit, kid, I didn’t think you'd actually have the balls…”
The captain straightened himself up and stumbled back against the wall directly
across from the younger man. He opened his eyes and Jean’s breath seemed to
leave his body at the sight. Why the hell was the captain so freaking sexy on
the verge of release? Couldn’t he have had like a constipated face or
something?
He subconsciously licked his lips, as his thoughts became more and more
explicit. Levi didn’t miss the action and frowned in disgust.
“Don’t think anything of this. I just haven’t had a decent fuck in a while.”
The shorter male fixed his jacket about his shoulders and started down the
stairs again. “Even so, I wouldn’t be so desperate as to fall for a blatant
trick as calling me small."
As he rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs, he smirked humorlessly up
at the carrot top. “I invented reverse psychology, kid.”
With that last statement, Jean was left on the staircase with a more massive
hard-on than he’d had just five minutes prior. He had enough sense not to chase
after the teasing beast who’d just left his presence, but it didn’t resolve the
pulsing appendage in his pants. He couldn't even remember what he was out here
for, anyway? His stomach chose this inopportune time to answer with its own
chorus of noise.
Jean threw his head back against the wall for maybe the fifth time that night.
“Food.”
 
*The Commander’s Quarters*
 
Erwin awoke with a heavy weight bearing down on his shoulder. He was aware that
someone was speaking to him, however the darkness didn’t allow for him to see
much. From the sounds of it, the person was very upset about something. As the
grogginess from his sleep wore off, he listened more to the person at his side.
“...know you’re not dead you bulky giant. Wake the hell up, so I can strangle
you for doing this to me.”
Amused by the careless threats being thrown his way, Erwin turned his head to
meet the eyes of his attacker. Levi was crouched next to the bed with his hands
clasped over his uninjured shoulder, his forehead resting atop them. He must’ve
felt the shift in positions and looked up into Erwin’s gaze. Sharp, furious
eyes glared back into Erwin’s drowsy ones.
“How long have you been awake?” Levi challenged, an unspoken threat daring him
to give the wrong answer.
Erwin didn’t know what had his lover on edge, but he decided he didn’t feel
like arguing that night. “I just woke up.”
Levi stared at him for a long moment before leaning his temple against his
shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
He could feel the pull of muscles on Levi’s face against the skin of his
shoulder and knew the other was frowning. “You come back from a mission with
your arm missing and you’re asking me what’s wrong?”
A calming sigh escaped the commander’s lips and he closed his eyes. At the
mention of his arm, he suddenly felt it twitch, however he was a bit reluctant
to move it at the moment.
“That Titan really did me in, huh?”
“Not really.” Levi replied, dryly. “You’re still alive.”
Erwin glanced over at the silky black strands of hair splayed over his shoulder
and arm. “I’m a liability now.”
“You’re in recovery.” Levi retorted with no room for argument. He lifted his
head and planted his lips against the same shoulder. “You still have your mind,
your legs, and this arm.”
He punctuated his last statement with a nip at the commander’s left shoulder.
The blond man smirked down at the other with contempt. “I don’t have a choice,
but to get over this, do I?”
Levi’s unbothered expression didn’t falter in the least at the half-joke. “Not
at all.”
The smaller man stood from his spot by the commander’s bed and began to
undress. Erwin watched him for a moment, deep in thought. He watched the other
strip down to his underwear and begin primping the couch as if he were sleeping
there for the night.
“You know, I am curious as to what you’d be willing to strangle me over.” The
handicapped man wondered. “There have been several men that have made it back
alive with more than an arm missing.”
Levi’s fiery eyes locked with Erwin’s over his shoulder. “You weren’t waking up
and I felt guilty about jerking off while you were possibly in a coma. So I
stopped.”
To say Erwin was bemused would be an understatement. For Levi to admit such a
thing is not necessarily out of character for him, but to edge himself without
being forced to? Erwin felt a bit flattered at his own influence on the other’s
kinks, a wicked smirk stretching across his face.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind you making it up to me.” He finally lifted his amputated
arm and looked at it in the dim light of the moon. “My good hand
is...unavailable at the moment.”
The dark-haired soldier stalked over to the bed and straddled his superior’s
legs on the bed. “Should I be flattered that I’m the replacement for your right
hand?”
Erwin cupped the younger man’s face in his left hand and lightly caressed his
cheek. “It doesn’t compare to you in the least.”
Erwin caught Levi’s glance at the missing limb and saw a flash of sympathy
gloss over his eyes. Then the other lowered his face to Erwin’s abdomen and
allowed his bangs to mask his eyes. The larger man could feel trembling kisses
to his navel and once again cupped the other’s jaw, except this time he pulled
the other man towards him.
Levi caught himself before he could crash into the other’s chest and glared at
the commander, however it didn’t distract the other from his train of thought.
“I’m going to recover. In the meantime, I’ll be scraping through every little
detail I can get about those two and try to get to the bottom of this obsession
over Eren. I’m not going to allow some damn handicap stop me from bringing
victory to humanity. As long as we have Eren, humanity is winning. We have what
they want; we have the advantage. Now, it’s up to us not to waste it.”
Levi leapt at the commander, smashing his lips, teeth, and nose into the
other’s face. The other man didn’t mind it, as he immediately attempted to wrap
both arms around his lover. The two didn’t break apart, when they felt the lost
appendage in their incomplete embrace. Instead, they squeezed each other
tighter and deepened their kiss. Erwin could feel the raw emotion in Levi’s
desperate attempt at comforting him and he tried to give back as much
reassurance as the other was giving off.
The commander rolled his hips into his lover and the smaller man broke the kiss
with a shallow groan. He ground down onto the blond’s hardening length and
shoved the other into a vertical position. He slammed the commander’s hand to
the bed and began to grind his ass onto the other’s dick with hard, rotating
motions. The silhouette of the captain in only his underwear with the pace and
friction of their groins created a perfectly tantalizing sensation.
The commander growled low in his throat and he bucked on the downward rotation
of the captain’s hips. Levi yelped out a moan and braced himself against
Erwin’s chest, as they fought against one another’s movements. Erwin knew that
Levi wanted to be in control this time, but he was going to burst if he wasn’t
able to feel that familiar tight warmth that made him gasp for air, every time.
Levi, seeming to read his lover’s mind, lifted himself from the bed and
ransacked the cart against the wall for something resembling lube.
“This is a goddamn infirmary, you telling me they don’t have any lube in this
shithole?” He muttered in annoyance.
After maybe thirty seconds and still finding nothing, Levi slammed the drawer
shut and marched angrily towards him. Erwin balked a bit, as he anticipated the
other to simply hop on his dick and he reached out his hands to grasp the
other’s hips, cursing at his godforsaken right nub of an arm.
“What are you doing?” Levi scolded, slapping his hands away more roughly than
the first time. “Just relax, I’ll take care of it.”
Erwin frowned with perplexity, but rammed his head into his pillow as Levi
lathered his prick with saliva. The sound was anything, but lewd and not sexy
at all, but the vigor at which Levi went at his shaft had the other’s fingers
clasping onto his head. When Levi pulled away, Erwin didn’t know whether to
laugh at or kiss him. The darker-haired man’s face glistened with streaks of
saliva across the tip of his nose and cheeks. A piece of his hair was matted
against the side of his face, a strand attached to his eyelashes.
Instead of ruining the heat of the moment, Erwin leaned forward and licked his
way into the other’s mouth. He shivered at the chilling breeze that swept over
his dick and he broke away to thrust his fingers into the other’s mouth. If he
wanted to play dirty, then who was Erwin to deny him the pleasure. Spit
dribbled from the corners of Levi’s mouth and the younger man moaned in
distaste as he finally seemed to realize how disgusting this all was. He
probably realized Erwin hadn’t washed up since his last piss, or that Erwin’s
been in an infirmary with all the other germs and hadn’t bothered to wash his
hands before shoving them own his throat.
After tormenting the other for a good minute, Erwin removed his fingers and
leant his forehead against his partner’s. They panted heavily, one more
breathless than the other, as they prepared for the fun part. Levi raises
himself onto his knees slightly, allowing Erwin’s hand space enough to maneuver
between his cheeks. Erwin knew Levi hated being stretched, but hated it the
most when he wasn’t prepared for it. So he circled a thick digit over the
pucker of Levi’s anus and gazed at the other’s face for when he was ready. When
he saw Levi take a deep breath, he pressed the digit in firmly, making the
other take it up to the knuckle.
The steady inhale and exhale of Levi’s breath as he worked the other open was a
great sign. The first time Levi had allowed Erwin to finger him, the other
hadn’t been able to catch his breath and nearly kicked Erwin across the room.
Panicky Levi was not someone to play with, nor was he in the least bit
attractive. It honestly scared Erwin to see Levi vulnerable in that way. He
loved the feeling of dominating humanity’s strongest, but taking advantage of
him was never something he desired in any way. That was what that instance had
felt like, as if Levi were trying to get away from him because he didn’t want
it.
The other reassured him that it wasn’t that he didn’t want him, but that he
hated being penetrated roughly before he was ready. Levi never spoke about his
experience in the underground, outside of the miscellaneous crimes he
committed, but Erwin wasn’t one to push about unnecessary topics. If Levi felt
he didn’t need to know, then he didn’t need to know.
Levi grabbed the back of his neck, and he realized he’d stopped his
ministrations in his daze.
“Erwin…”
That was all the encouragement Erwin needed to wrap his left arm around the
other’s waist and lift him against his body. Levi reached behind him and angled
Erwin’s cock so that the tip flicked past his entrance. He gripped the base
tightly and allowed gravity to pull him onto Erwin’s lap, the length of his
lover’s cock filled him until his ass reached his fist. He removed his hand, as
his body sank down further onto the commander’s thick length.
He gasped loudly, sucking in mouthfuls of air, as Erwin molded their torsos
together - burying his face into the small space above his partner’s clavicle.
He kissed the spot repeatedly as he rhythmically thrusted up into the other
man, muted moans passing through Levi’s lips. They languidly rode along the
gentle wave of pleasure that washed through their bodies, while they slowly re-
acquainted themselves with the familiarity of one another’s presence. The
comfort found in the - dare Levi even think it - loving embrace of their
soulmate.
When Erwin finally scraped against that wonderful array of nerve endings, where
he’s most vulnerable, he was rewarded with a guttural noise from deep within
Levi’s throat. Using the same angle, Erwin ground up hard and held Levi still
as he rotated his hips, drilling the head of his dick straight into the other’s
prostate.
Levi keened in a pitch so high, Erwin was unsure if the sound wasn’t apart of
his imagination. Suddenly a rush of wind whipped past his head and he was
staring up at the ceiling.
“Shi~t.” Levi growled out, as he planted his hands against Erwin’s chest and
lifted his pelvis away from the larger man. He pulled out until the crown of
his prick was holding on for dear life. “You damn fucker.”
“Gghh - GAah!” Erwin couldn’t hold in his moans as Levi clenched tightly around
the head of his penis and began twerking his hips in a circle.
Levi kept up his rough pace, until Erwin realized it wasn’t nearly as fast as
he wanted it. It was torturous! But maybe that’s what Levi was going for, Erwin
thought. Well, just because he was recovering, didn’t mean he was going to cum
first.
It was Erwin’s turn to shove the other as he switched their positions. He
lifted the other’s leg next to his ear and pinned the other leg to the bed with
his right knee. If it was uncomfortable, Levi didn’t complain. Instead he bit
his lip and moaned into the sheets next to his head. As Erwin began driving
into the other at the hardest pace he could handle, he had to brace an arm
against the bed. Levi’s body began hiking down toward the foot-end of the bed,
so Erwin scooped his arm beneath the other’s head and hugged him to his body.
He could hear, as well as feel, the rough pants of Levi’s breath against his
ear as he pounded into the other over and over.
He felt his gut tighten as their pace increased. Levi pulled a drawn out groan
from him as the silky heat enrapturing him locked him within a vice-like grip,
causing maddening friction against the whole of his length. His eyesight became
blurry, white spots flashing before him, as he started pistoning his hips into
the other’s ass with resounding claps following each thrust. The moist breaths
and light sound of Levi’s whimpers coming out in quick staccato rhythms against
Erwin’s ear had the other barely holding onto the threads of his remaining
sanity.
Levi couldn’t focus his eyes on anything and his body felt like it was
overheating. He couldn’t think of anything aside from the intense pleasure in
his loins. With every deep thrust, Levi felt a nagging pain in his back where
his arch peaked. A particular thrust directly against his prostate wrenched a
silent scream from Levi’s mouth and his legs instinctively clasped at the
ankles against Erwin’s buttocks, pressing him further into himself - if that
were possible.
Erwin released a rumbling moan that spread from his chest down to his groin and
lit up Levi’s pleasure spot with tear-jerking vibrations that threw him over
the edge. His moans filled the room alongside Erwin’s as their release hit them
simultaneously. There were several moments of euphoric weightlessness after
their orgasms, until Levi’s senses finally returned to him. Did he really just
let one go, Levi thought, becoming angrier by the second. Inside of me?
Erwin slowly lifted himself from the other’s body and winced as he slid himself
out of his lover’s ass. He grimaced at the mess of semen that leaked from the
puckered hole. Knowing what was awaiting him, Erwin glanced up at his partner’s
furious face.
“You horny bastard.”
Chapter End Notes
     I was going to leave you all with the horny bastard quip after Erwin
     invited Levi to his bed. But then I got sappy and then I had to
     finish off the sappiness with some passionate lovemaking, and so
     on...I'm such a sap (if you haven't noticed).
     Btw, I noticed some of you wanted some three-way action in the story.
     Sometimes I'm feeling it and other times I can't see how I'll make it
     fit lol I would love for some Jean x Erwin action, too, but I didn't
     plan this story out at all. I'm literally just following wherever my
     imagination leads me as I stare at the screen. Wish me luck!
***** Part Five *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you to everyone leaving kudos and those coming back to continue
     this crazy story! I apologize for this chapter being so short,
     however there's a heavily emotional chapter coming up that I really
     want to get to. That being said, it also feels wrong to jump over so
     many important events in the manga. So just enjoy this fluffy/
     humorous chapter while you wait!
     P.S. Remember to leave comments on anything that stands out to you in
     this chapter! Dynamics between characters, critiques on side-
     characters, predictions, whatever :)
“So, the captain chose you all to be a part of his new squad?” Eren asked,
jabbing a thumb over his shoulder at Jean. “Even horseface, here?”
Jean rose to loom threateningly over the other male, but Krista - Historia -
placed an arm between them, giving him pause. He was slightly affronted by her
intrusion, as she hadn’t said much since the expedition, but he was more
offended by Eren’s name calling. “You’re not the only asset around, you know. I
was personally chosen by the commander to be trained, so don’t underestimate
me.”
Armin furrowed his brows in uncertainty. “Honestly, I’m surprised too. There
are a lot of other veteran soldiers who would be better suited than us.”
“They can’t just drop their squad to join another.” Sasha lectured with a
scoff. “The ideal squad should have great chemistry and teamwork, so they can
execute plans successfully. It’s not guaranteed that eight to ten random
veterans placed itogether will have great teamwork. On the other hand, we’ve
proven to be a pretty good team under pressure. Plus, we have a high survival
rate - which is an advantage in the survey corp. It was only logical that he
chose us to accompany him.”
“So what you’re saying is the only oddball in our squad is the captain.” Connie
offered.
“Well, when you put it that way…”
Connie didn’t wait for her response. “Eren’s the person who’s been around him
most, why don’t you tell us about the captain?”
The occupants of the room gaave Eren their undivided attention, all interested
in getting to know their new squad leader. Levi was a conundrum to all who came
in contact with him. He was very stern and steel-faced, however it wasn’t a
secret that their captain had a soft side. Very few had seen it, but the rumors
and stories had spread like a virus throughout the ranks.
Eren squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, unsure what kind of description they
were expecting. “Well...he’s very blunt and actually cracks a lot of jokes. But
you’ve gotta actually listen for them because he says them so casually and with
such a straight face, they can fly right over your head. Uhh, he doesn’t seem
it, but he’s actually very nice.”
At this, everyone raised a skeptical brow.
“No, I’m serious! When I first joined his squad, he protected me from his
former comrades at a time when everyone was still wary of me. Hange and I were
doing some experiments and couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t shifting, so we
decided to call it a day. Next thing you now, I’m shifting in the middle of
supper. I had no idea what was going on and I tried to tell everyone as much.
Only the captain believed me, standing between me and them. I was so scared, I
hadn’t even realized they were planning to attack me. After that, Hange
predicted there must be a limited number of times I can shift within a
particular time period.”
“So, he was protecting you…”
Everyone looked toward the bed Mikasa was resting in, in surprise. She thought
back to when she’d accused him of being careless and blamed him for Eren’s
kidnapping. The other’s mistook her realization as a question.
“Yeah, I don’t know if it was because of his orders, but the captain’s always
had my back! Though, I’d rather he not kicked my teeth out, that one time.” He
added as an afterthought.
“So, you’re saying there’s nothing to worry about?” Connie asked, a bit
perplexed at Eren’s point.
The hazel-eyed boy placed a hand under his chin in a pondering manner. “Well,
the captain does have an anal obsession with cleanliness. It’s not something
I’d question him on, either. But other than that, I don’t think there’s
anything you don’t already know.”
Connie stared at him blankly. “That’s the best dirt you’ve got on him?”
“Connie!” Armin scolded.
“No, baldy’s right,” Connie objected at Jean’s nickname for him, but remained
silent otherwise. “Are you sure there’s nothing else you observed while you
were with the captain?”
Eren’s eyes narrowed at Jean’s pervy smirk. “What the hell are you implying?”
“I’m just saying, the captain has bigger secrets than being a neat freak. And I
feel like you’re holding out on everyone.”
Sasha gasped loudly and snatched Eren’s arm in a deathly grip. “Eren, you
didn’t!”
“Ouch! Sasha! And no to whatever you’re thinking!” The accused boy screamed.
“Jean what the hell are you talking about?”
Jean’s smirk dropped at the sincere confusion on the other teen’s face and felt
as if a million pounds of pressure fell onto his shoulders. He cringed at his
false assumption and felt hot around the ears. Stepping out to make sure no one
was making rounds, Jean shut the door to the small quarters and lowered his
voice.
“Okay, so I guess Eren doesn’t have all the dirt on captain. But what I tell
you all cannot leave this room, understand?” He pleaded.
They all nodded, a bit apprehensive about Jean’s secret.
“The captain…” Jean suddenly remembered Erwin’s icy stare and the promise of
something unpleasant, should rumors of their relationship get back to him.
“The captain, what?” Eren asked impatiently, arms crossed in disbelief.
Jean glanced at everyone’s faces, looks of expectation, apprehension, and
intrigue reflected in their expressions.
“...is short.”
They all groaned in exasperation and disapproval, releasing the breath they’d
been holding.
“That was the worst joke in history, Kirschtein.” Connie criticized.
Eren flipped him off, for good measure. “Next time, leave me out of it.”
Jean made a face at him and rolled his eyes, masking his relief at their
acceptance of his response. He avoided looking around at everyone’s reactions
again, instead slouching in his chair indifferently.
Their conversation that night stayed on the light side for as long as they
could, before they couldn’t ignore the elephant in the room any longer. Tears
were shed and the atmosphere became tense as they shared their grievances with
one another. That night provided the 104th a therapy much-needed after the
shocking events of less than ten days prior.
As the night dragged on, they realized they should probably rest up for the
upcoming trip in the morning.
 
*Hideout Outside Trost District*
 
An exhale passed through Levi’s lips, as he curled his torso into his thighs.
The heels of his interlocked feet dug into his buttocks with the motion,
relaxing as he returned to his resting position. He repeated the motions,
gritting his teeth through the burn that had begun to develop.
After all these years, nothing’s changed, Levi thought to himself. The filthy
rich and privileged are still the fucking greedy cowards that locked away a
whole civilization beneath their feets just to protect themselves. A boiling
rage threatened to leap from Levi’s throat, so instead, he balled his hands
into painfully tight fists on either side of his head. He thought back to his
time in the underground. His mother, one of the many denied emergency care
because of a lack of funds. His many comrades who gave their lives, only to be
doubted by the same people they vowed to protect.
If Levi was asked about it, he’d not hesitate in expressing his loathe for
living within the walls. Going on expeditions with the survey corp provided him
a freedom he’d only believed could be experienced in dreams. If they were to
ever get their hands on Eren, there was no doubt in Levi’s mind they’d find a
way to terminate the corp. And there was no way in hell he’d let those
heartless bastards take that away.
When his body uncurled this time, he became a bit lightheaded and a dull
throbbing began to settle at the crown of his head. His abs were stretched to
their fullest in the position he currently rested in and they were terribly
sore. I should’ve been paying attention to how long I was up here.
A small knock interrupted his thoughts and, as he wasn’t in a position to
answer the door, he simply replied, “Come in.”
Jean slid the door open to reveal a peculiar sight. The captain was shirtless,
hanging upside down on one of the thin beams going across the ceiling. His face
was red and his body was dripping with sweat. He found his eyes drawn to the
taut muscle of the older man’s abdomen and took notice of the heavy rise and
fall of the other’s chest.
Levi grasped onto the beam with both hands and allowed his legs to tumble over
his head. When his arms could no longer rotate as much as his body, he let go
and landed on his feet with a resounding thud. A sharp pain shot up his leg
from his healing ankle and he stumbled into the bed on his left.
Jean startled and stepped up to the man, warily. “A-are you alright?”
Levi waved him away as he gingerly rolled his sore ankle. “It’s fine. If I
don’t use it, it’ll never build up strength.”
The statement brought Jean’s mind back to Mikasa’s stubbornness about her
bruised ribs and he wanted to scoff at the irony. The two strongest in humanity
also being the two most stubborn in humanity. Nonetheless, Mikasa at least let
Sasha look at her dressings. Who was the captain allowing to examine his ankle?
He saw his superior grimace as he sat in an awkward position trying to remove
his boot. Levi’s abs were screaming at him to stop exerting those muscles, but
he knew his ankle needed to breathe.
Jean decided to swallow his hesitancy and step in. “Please, captain, at least
let me…”
Levi lost his balance and fell back on his hands to catch himself, as the
younger man hiked his leg up. Jean ignored the incredulous stare sent his way
and worked on sliding the captain’s leg from his boot. The wrappings around the
ankle were damp and slightly dishevelled from the friction caused by removing
the boot. The ankle, itself, was slightly swollen and a bit red at the lateral
junction where the tendons were obviously healing. Jean remembered being told
to always elevate a swollen extremity, so without a second thought he pulled
one of the pillows from a nearby bed and sat it in his lap for more altitude.
Apparently noticing the intimate posture of their positioning, Jean hurriedly
pulled his hands away, clasping them together. He gave his squad leader a
nervous glance and licked his lips. “So, this is where you disappeared off to.”
Levi raised an eyebrow and wriggled his toes a bit. “I don’t like to breaking
my training regimine for too long. I trust my comrades are capable enough to be
lookout for the few minutes I’m away. What are you doing back in the cabins so
soon?”
For some reason Jean’s fingers were itching to hold the captain’s tiny feet in
his grasp, however he resisted that urge like a sickness. “I was relieved of
lookout duty for a little while, so I decided to come get a nap in. I’m back on
night duty tonight.”
“Hm..”
Levi could feel exhaustion settling in his bones, but he was still wound up
from his thoughts before the teen decided to interrupt his session. He clenched
his jaw and examined the teen before him. The boy appeared to be too afraid to
make any sudden movements and was being especially cautious of his ankle, he
noticed. So Levi allowed himself to relax back into the mattress, resting an
arm over his eyes. Maybe a nap was a good idea.
Jean sat stiffly at the other end of the bed, his squad leader’s foot still
propped in his lap. He really was tired and had scarfed down his lunch so he’d
have more time to rest. The captain didn’t seem to mind his presence and
appeared to be going to sleep himself. Do I move or do I stay and try to sleep
like this, Jean fret. Levi hadn’t said a word to him and he was becoming more
anxious about the non-situation.
Knowing he wouldn’t be able to sleep in such an uncomfortable position, Jean
palmed Levi’s foot and lifted it gently from the pillow. He saw the other’s
mouth twitch, but there was no other response as he set it back onto the soft
prop. Jean walked over to one of the spare beds in the cabin and peeped at the
captain to assure he was sleeping. After observing the prone form of his
captain for longer than he’d willingly admit, Jean removed his own gear and
slid beneath cool sheets. He sighed as all the tension in his body seemed to
fade away and the hands of slumber enveloped his consciousness.
 
By the time he awoke, other soldiers had filed into the cabin and the captain
was nowhere in sight. Jean wasn’t really surprised, as he didn’t take Levi for
a napping person. But he did wonder how long he’d slept. The sun’s rays were
almost nonexistent and the dark hues of the night had taken over the skies. He
fastened his harness and slid on his boots, as he prepared for the upcoming
night watch.
Armin was to be his partner for the night, as he’d done solo watch the previous
night. The platforms were stationed along the perimeter of their campsite, some
closer to the sleeping quarters than others. That night, Jean and Armin were
stationed at the farthest post.
“You slept for a long time.” Armin stated, as a matter-of-fact.
“Yeah,” Jean scruffed his hair up a bit, just realizing he probably had awful
bedhead. “I’m surprised no one woke me up.”
“Captain Levi told us not to.”
Jean’s eyes widened in surprise. “He did?”
Armin rested against his rifle and looked at him. “Connie and I came to wake
you, like you asked, but the captain said not to bother you. I figured you
must’ve been sick or something.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Jean shook his head. “No, I was just tired, is
all.”
The wind picked up a bit, causing the two teens to crouch into a sitting
position to preserve heat.
“I never knew what to make of the cold-faced man that used to trot through town
with the wings of freedom at his tail. He seemed unapproachable and
condescending. Then I saw humanity’s strongest in action, as he sliced down the
titan ready to devour me and my two closest friends. In court, he appeared as
the negotiator, leaving no room for middle ground.”
An astounded tone had overtaken Armin’s speech and there was a wonderful gleam
in his eyes. “Now that I’m interacting with him more and more, I find that he
is exceptionally tactful and as wise as he is strong. How can one man have so
many auspicious attributes?” The light in his eyes dimmed, as his countenance
sombered. “What has he experienced to make him that way?”
The two remained silent as they pondered over those thoughts. Jean didn’t
really have a strong opinion on their captain. He begrudgingly respected the
man for his undisputed authority. What he lacked in stature, he made up for in
brute strength, confidence, and skill. He couldn’t refute any of the
characteristics Armin had just disclosed about their captain, and yet he’d
never thought of there ever being a captain without those traits. Was there a
Levi before the corp, or has he always been this way?
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