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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Eren_Yeager, Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin)
  Additional Tags:
      Hurt/Comfort, no_actual_sex_between_the_two_of_them, sorry_sorry
  Series:
      Part 1 of Paupers
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-26 Words: 1246
****** Offering ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Eren assumed that Levi arrived for sloppy eighths after the Military
     Police.
They told him nothing, the first night. Eren shrieked and writhed under greedy,
vicious limbs; scratching, punching, kicking. You never think before you act,
Armin chided him more than once, his gentle laugh comforting him after the bite
marks, the garments pulled away to the chains. Monster, they spat between turns
with his flesh, the Military Police insignia a burning glint in bleary eyes.
Monsters masquerading in human form, he recalled saying to his father, and
later, to Mikasa, ages ago. Pity, for them to have proof, while he did not.
"Hold still, you little shit."
Eren did as he was told. Not all battles involved violence, and this was just
one of many he had to endure. He was harmless. He would save humanity. He was
good -
The soldier rutting into him senseless stroked his forehead with worn, too-
gentle hands, and praised him for his obedience. Eren strangled a sob from
abandoning his throat, only to understand its futility when another soldier
grasped him, half hard. Wanton slut. Good boy. Both were technically true now,
weren't they? If that meant keeping his life, let them think what they like. He
could always pretend this was Armin, though they never went beyond handjobs to
relieve stress, a common practice in their unit between the boys. Or Corporal
Levi, who he expected harshness from, or even Commander Irvin, a finely
chiseled mountain of a man.
A commendable attempt, at least. There were five of them, and his imagination
died by the third. Would they pity him if he wept? Think him marginally more
human? Blood and seed mingled in a dark spot on the bedding, which he prayed
would dry before he slept.
Aw, he's crying. Kind of cute.
At the end of the ordeal, they allowed him soup in a cup and hard bread. He
thanked them with twinging sincerity, and in return was rewarded with a
supervised trip to the restroom. Two other guards polished their lengths in his
mouth and spewed more humiliating praise. Eren slept on his side that night,
avoiding the stain.
Morning brought more of the same. He knew better than to fight now. Some of
them were gentler than others, and as the days crawled, agonizingly slow, he
recalled Armin befriending some of his bullies out of convenience. Humiliating
as it remained, the difference between one man keeping his company as opposed
to another was as significant as the amount of blood he lost, or the bruises he
failed to keep track of. Nights gave way to clever tricks. Gaze at them when
you give head. Bite the bedsheets, even if you don't mean it. Think of
something nice.
Rivers of fire. Mountains of sand.
"It's a shame you're a savage. You're beautiful."
Eren never expected the lead of the Military Police to wax romantic, but tucked
it at the back of his head, purring in his lap. More of the same; occasionally
eating berries he's never heard of with his hands tied behind his back;
hitching his voice high enough to sting. Calling himself a whore.
When the Scouting Legion finally arrived, a ghost of his former self rose from
the dead.
"Not bad."
Maybe Corporal Levi would give him a go. Wouldn't that be refreshing. In the
afternoon (it was afternoon, if he gauged his meals correctly), he caught him
alone, and played coy out of habit.
"What are you doing, brat?"
(Why did his heart want to leap out of his mouth?)
"If you're interested, Nile Dawk will come about an hour from now, so you have
some time-"
The man contorted into an expression he couldn't entirely read. Disgust? At
least that piece was familiar. Humanity's greatest soldier would have no
interest in fucking a sort of creature he slayed countless times. Eren bowed
his head, mortified, counting dark marks in his sheets while the keys jingled
in the lock. He curled smaller; they were less threatened when he was small-
Did this embrace come with a price? Comforting strokes held the back of his
neck still. Small circles. His mother had done the same before, this gentleness
outright taunting. Eren withheld a sob.
"Give me names."
"It's not that bad-"
Levi smelled of expensive soap and cleanly pressed clothes. The young man's
fingers trembled, afraid to return the gesture, tightening into a kindness he
knew wasn't normally spared for just anyone. What an honor, he mused with a
feeble whimper.
"We'll win this. In the meantime, I'll try to minimize their encounters."
"I don't want to burden you-"
Somehow, it led up to him on the bed, fully clothed under a dingy blanket, his
back pressed against hard muscle. An arm encircled his waist, slimmed from
humble meals.
"You're just going to stay here, like this?"
"Of course. I could use some rest, anyway, so this works out fine for me. I
have to get Hanji to burn these beddings, though. Fucking pigs."
Eren cried into his pillow, almost wanting more than this. Of all the things to
yearn for. But should this be expected? Nights blurring into sex that crushed
him underfoot would naturally make him yearn for something more. But the
corporal wouldn't be interested, right? It would be arrogant to even assume he
would be, crude even. This already showed that he was a man of higher moral
fiber.
When Nile came as expected, Levi refused to budge, nuzzling into his neck with
no hardness between his legs to be found.
"Excuse me-"
"You've already had him for a week and a half. Don't be greedy."
An unsurpressed groan. "Fine. I would content with just watching, for now."
"What makes you think I want to put on a show?"
"You're just using him as an oversized teddy bear! That's such a waste."
A bitter laugh croaked out, despite himself, and Eren, eager not to blow his
savior's cover (and eager to taste, like a filthy monster that he was) met his
lips, Levi freezing at his boldness. The man kissed so unlike how he killed.
Gentle. Like someone in love. It was enough to convince Nile to offer them
privacy, mouths parting as soon as his footsteps rang up the stairs.
"He's one of the better ones," Eren confessed, worse than ashamed. "I have to
tell you their schedules. I don't mind so much-"
"This is filthy," Levi spat.
Eren chose not to address it, rattling out the ones who didn't bruise. It would
be nice, to have the creativity to imagine this was love instead of pity.
"Thank you. I can't possibly repay you enough."
"Be what you say you are and I'll consider us even."
A simple enough bargain.
-
In the beating at the trial, Levi's fingers, hidden under matted hair, ran
discreet circles, rubbing against his unwashed scalp. Eren stifled the urge to
smile at the coded message, more than enough to endure the torture.
It burned, to think he'd never touch his body again, even though nothing beyond
his firm embrace ever transpired. But Eren, significantly bolder and even more
reckless (how this was possible, he couldn't fathom) offered his body to him in
the clean rooms of the castle, one of the more certain decisions in his life.
"I don't intend to take advantage of you."
"I won't take no for an answer, sir. This is all I can give you in return."
His kiss was as good as his mother's cooking.
His answer was a maybe.
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