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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Eren_Yeager, Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin)
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, PWP, Smut, Christmas_fic, the_dirty_kind
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-13 Words: 4809
****** The Best Part of Wakin' Up ******
by Cheese_kun
Summary
     Levi hadn't seen home for years. But this Christmas, he was finally
     going to see his family, and more importantly, his baby brother
     again.
     But four years of being apart - four years had turned his baby
     brother into a hotdamn delicious young man. And now Levi's conscience
     was severely conflicted...not for too long, though.
Notes
     Inspired by the incesty Folgers Christmas coffee commercial. Check it
     out.
     Apparently, my Ereri in fiction career is going to be marked by
     incest. Oh well - 'tis the road of no return.
See the end of the work for more notes
It was a peculiar feeling.
Just hours ago the sun had been burning his skin, every step had stirred up
sand and dust, the air had smelled of sun and his own sweat. That was on a
different continent.
And now his feet were sinking in thick layers of snow under his weight, and he
buried his face deep into his scarf. Passing by a festively decorated shop
window, he could see the redness on his cheeks and the tip of his nose. It was
fucking cold.
But the cold weather could not sway Levi’s mood in any way. Even though the
freezing temperature was keeping his expression dark, and made him wish he had
more hair on his head instead of an undercut, he was still ecstatic. The
christmas music from the countless stores, the colourful lights, the jingles of
department store santa’s bells were a better representation of his current
state of mind. Because he was home for christmas. Or, at all. For the first
time in four years.
He had never been able to properly stay in contact with his family other than
the occasional snail mail. Of course he was excited to meet his parents again,
but above all he looked forward to hugging Eren again. His baby brother was the
brattiest walking sunshine in human history - who could get pretty scary when
infuriated. Probably got that trait from me, he thought with foolish pride. And
four years of absence meant missing four years of Eren’s growth.
That made him speed up his steps, eager to reach home as fast as possible. The
sight of his home made his heart flutter in anticipation. Standing on the
verandah, he made sure to tap his shoes  to get rid of the snow. He wondered
who was going to greet him. The thought almost made him smile, he was that
happy.
Taking a deep breath, he rang the doorbell.
Almost instantly, he heard boisterous stomping as if the house was keeping an
elephant. Clearly, someone, and he had a fairly good idea who it was, was
racing down the stairs with lightning speed and zero grace. That was Eren all
right. Boy hadn’t changed at all.
That’s what he thought until the door was yanked open by his baby brother.
Whom he barely recognised.
Because his baby brother had grown into a young man. What four years could do
to a child becoming a teenager... And the proper reaction would have been a
surprised, yet happy outcry with various versions of ‘oh my, how big you’ve
become’ and ‘you’re taller than me, I can’t believe it!’. But no this was bad,
since what Levi was looking at was bad. So bad.
Eren used to be just a fraction of his height when he left, and he had indeed
outgrown his older brother. What used to be a brat’s face with chubby cheeks
was now replaced by fucking Adonis with tan skin in fucking winter. Only those
eyes were unmistakably Eren’s. They were as green and blue and as vibrant as
ever. And goodness that body. It was like remembering a sprout, but finding a
big-ass tree instead the next time you look. A fine big-ass tree.
And thinking that was bad.
Eren was still smiling his dashing smile, and Levi’s unblinking stare probably
lasted longer than normal. The returnee opened his mouth to say something, but
he just didn’t know what to say.
“I...think I might have knocked at the wrong door. Just...let me try the other
one right there,” said Levi with a deadpan expression and actually thought of
turning on his heel. Maybe the neighbours had his brother.
An airy laugh answered him. It sounded so goddamn gorgeous. “You don’t even
recognise your own brother, Levi?” A warm hand grabbed his wrist.
“So it’s really you, Eren? God you’re not even the baby brother I know
anymore.” Finally, Levi turned around and flashed the tiniest of a smile.
“And you haven’t changed at all from all I can remember, Mr Dorian Gray.” Those
eyes twinkling in mischief were the same, yet at the same time held something
different. Something wonderfully dangerous.
“Are you calling me beautiful?”
He was not flirting with his brother.
“Maaaybe.”
And his brother was not flirting back.
Levi opened his arms to finally do what he should have done from the very
beginning. Eren just about threw himself into his embrace and hugged him
tightly. He was warm, smelled of familiarity and home. It felt like coming home
at last.
After a freaking long hug fest that involved him sniffing the living hell out
of Eren’s addictive scent (he had been making coffee), he was finally being
ushered into the house. And Levi was pleased to note that nothing much had
changed. Eren was enough of an adjustment.
They went straight to the kitchen after Levi had hung up his coat and scarf;
Eren was already pouring him a cup of coffee. “I was making coffee for all of
us, then went upstairs to check on my phone...and then you rang the bell. I
kind of dropped everything and rolled down the stairs.”
“You weren’t rolling, stupid. It sounded like a titan wrecking the house.”
Eren rolled his eyes, but the smile was stuck on his face.
“Ah...I brought you something. A christmas present from far away.”
Levi went back to the foyer where he had dropped his bag to get the wrapped
present he had bought for his brother. He was unsure about it now. It was
something he had picked up at a souvenir shop, and perhaps it was too childish.
But oh well.
He found Eren still sitting on the kitchen counter just like he used to do.
That sight left a warm feeling in his chest that felt a lot cosier than the
desert heat - both were irritating as hell though. Eren looked up from watching
his feet dangle, and smiled again. He accepted the wrapped box with a small
giggle, looked at it with a thoughtful expression, then looked back up at his
brother.
He ripped the ribbon off of the gift wrap and stuck it against Levi’s sweater
with a coy smile.
“What are you doing, Eren?”
“Oh nothing, it’s just...you’re my present this year. The best I could ever
hope for.”
Shit.
They studied each other after such a long time of separation, took in all the
details - old and new. Their eyes found one another that would linger for too
long to be comfortable, but they refused to lose that connection just yet.
Until, of course, their parents entered the kitchen and came rushing to pull
their eldest son in a crushing embrace. They showered him with kisses and hot
tears of happiness, ignoring his calm protests, so he ended up limp in their
affectionate welcoming act. Eren laughed at him.
The four of them spent the whole day together, wanting to hear about all the
stories Levi experienced during his time abroad. Carla explained that she had
been promoted at her workplace in summer, so she was finally able to work on a
long awaited project. Grisha was doing fine at the teaching hospital, and he
was eagerly reporting about a new research, but soon everybody tuned out as the
details were lost them.
Eren’s stories were the most interesting. Still very much bewildered, Levi
listened to his brother’s tales about his school and friends, his least
favourite teachers, a horse, and an upcoming exam. It had yet to dawn on him
that Eren really had outgrown baby brother status, was learning difficult
subjects at school, carried himself differently now, and was using a different
kind of language. He didn’t notice how his eyes were constantly glued on Eren.
And since it was Christmas Eve, they also had a festive family dinner. It was
candlelit. Roast goose. Red wine (hot punch for Eren). A dessert with a strong
aroma of cinnamon and apples. How Levi had missed this kind of food. And after
they had stuffed their bellies to the point of almost bursting, it was time to
exchange christmas presents.
None of the presents from Eren were in any way useful. In fact, Levi didn’t
even know what he had gotten.
“It’s a ‘Jesus shaves’ mug,” said Eren with a wide grin. “It looks like a
normal mug with Jesus on it first, but if you pour hot water in it, a razor
appears in his hand and his beard disappears. A christmas miracle.”
Levi was at a loss for words. Grisha thought it was genius.
After midnight the parents decided to head to bed. Levi and Eren told them that
they would like to stay downstairs for a little longer.
Snuggled up in front of the fireplace, wrapped by a shared blanket, the two
brothers talked some more. Things that were more private - things they would
not necessarily tell their parents. Like the gross anecdotes about Levi’s
comrades and their many antics, or Eren’s fight against a group of thugs two
weeks ago (he didn’t mention that Mikasa had to save him).
At first they were just sitting close to each other, but half an hour later
they found themselves pretty much cuddling. Eren had let his head rest on
Levi’s shoulder, even though he had to lie down a little bit for it to work,
and Levi had one hand absently stroking the soft brown locks. It felt
comfortable and right.
“Say, Levi…” Eren softly muttered, “what do you want as your birthday present?”
“I just got a Jesus shaves mug from you.”
“No, that was a christmas present.”
Levi knit his brows. “My birthday and christmas are on the same day anyway...so
there’s no point.”
“But is there really nothing?”
“Nothing.”
Eren removed his head from his comfortable position and turned to look at his
brother, fingers trailing down Levi’s chest. He could feel the other shudder at
his teasing touch and smiled sweetly.
“Are you sure?”
“I can’t have what I want,” was Levi’s breathless whisper. Despite his own
words his eyes had already given up resisting. Because it was hungrily taking
in everything that was Eren - his coy but at the same time self-assured smile,
the glinting eyes, the way the fireplace was casting a warm shadow all over his
beautiful frame, the way his touch was gently pushing him towards his own
surrender.  
“I am sure...something can be arranged.” Eren’s voice was somewhere between a
normal volume and a whisper - it was inconsistent, and at times threatened to
sidetrack into a whiny moan.
“What I want is not right.”
“Is it really bad if you want it so so much?” Eren was still smiling and his
hands were still wandering, now with more insistence.
How could Levi be victorious in a game he had already lost the moment he
decided to play it?
“I don’t know. Can you give me what I want?” Levi lifted his head just so, and
it was enough to let their noses touch.
“Let me give it to you.” One hand cupped Levi’s face and drew it even closer.
Eren’s eyes fluttered close. “With a ribbon, ready to be unwrapped.”
Their lips met, and at first it was just the ghost of a feeling, but then they
felt it again and again. Eren descended for another kiss, softly moving his
lips over Levi’s. Longing for more, Levi wrapped his arms around Eren’s neck
and pulled him closer until their chests were touching. He deepened the kiss,
feasted on the wonderful whimpers he could draw out of his baby brother. Eren’s
gasp for air was Levi’s cue to invade his mouth, which was still sweet from the
fruit punch, and pushed his tongue against the other’s. The inexperienced
teenager followed Levi’s lead without even a hint of shyness, and happily let
his tongue dance along.
Their open-mouthed kiss was messy and loud, but neither were bothered by it -
Eren too clueless and eager to be able to tell, and Levi too lost in a heat
frenzy to care. At one point Eren had moved to straddle Levi, and he was moving
because he wanted to change his kissing angles all the time, in the process
rubbing the groin below him.
Levi hissed. Eren looked down on him with a puzzled expression. “Did I do
anything wrong?”
“No...don’t stop.” His voice was strained. It didn’t take a lot to stir his
cock awake- it had been a long time.
“Oh...you mean…” Eren ground his hips in a long and deliberate motion and
finished the circle with a soft thrust, eliciting a low moan from the older
brother. “Like this?”
“Fuck. You know exactly how to do it.”
Levi fell backwards onto the carpeted floor, pulling Eren by the nape to lay on
top of him. They shared another deep kiss, this time with better coordinated
passion. His lips trailed to the corner of Eren’s moistened mouth, his jaw,
down to his neck where he lingered to lick the sensitive skin. He could feel
the excited shudder of the younger. Gently, he let his teeth graze over the
same spot, then began to suck. Eren’s breath was stuck in his throat - and when
he managed to exhale, it involuntarily came out as a whimper. He craned his
neck to give Levi better access who was all too willing to suck on him until
the skin was bruising.
Eren’s vision blurred as he granted Levi free reign to paint his neck with love
bites, so he closed his eyes in bliss. The mouth working its magic on him, the
wandering hands gliding all over his burning body, the fact that it was Levi
doing all the wonderful things to spoil him, everything resulted in him going
limp and melting into the loving ministrations.
Soon Eren was moaning. It was a soft sound. It drove Levi crazy.
His mouth travelled lower to kiss Eren’s collarbone. As he made his way down,
he began to pop the buttons one by one to reveal more of the skin underneath
and the toned body. Teasingly, he licked one of Eren’s nipple - that action
elicited a surprised gasp from the other, and he winced away out of reflex. But
soon, he lowered himself once more to let Levi do as he pleased.
Eventually, Eren felt like he shouldn’t just let Levi do all the work. He had
half the mind to grab the hem of Levi’s sweater to pull it off as quickly as
possible, classy moves be damned. “I don’t know about you…but I like my food
fast.”
Levi raised an eyebrow. “Is that how teenagers  nourish themselves these days?”
“Yes. Quick and filling.”
A dangerous glint flashed in the big brother’s eyes, followed by them growing
dark again in lust. “Is that so?”
Eren nodded and wasted no graceful or seductive motion to discard his shirt for
good, basking in the undivided attention he received - because truthfully, he
had been dying to be alone with Levi all day. Their parents had been in his way
the whole time, insisting on spending more time with the full family set again
and all. It was wonderful, really, but Eren would rather do other things with
his brother. It was true, he was a beginner at doing the real thing, however,
his fantasies had been way ahead his experience.
Then he got rid of his pants by pretty much kicking them out of sight. When it
was his boxers’ turn to be stripped, he found himself actually getting shy.
Biting his lower lip, eyes downcast and occasionally flickering over towards
Levi, he tucked his thumb underneath the hem and started pushing his boxers
down his thighs.
Levi loved what he was seeing. Eren was emphasising not giving a single fuck
about providing sensual shows, but now he was unintentionally doing just that
by sending him those shy glances, one by one pushing the boxers down to reveal
his already half hard cock. He never imagined that he would be so turned on by
his brother’s penis - he must have been away for too long. Though he couldn’t
care less that very moment.
Feeling impatient and overflowing with a burning need for Eren, he grabbed the
boy and pulled him back down to him, and kissed him hard. He was pleased to
note that he was hearing needy moans coming from the one he was senselessly
kissing. Playfully, he let his hand roam along Eren’s naked back, squeezed that
firm ass, where he then made a turn to glide towards the exposed cock. Eren
shuddered in delight.
The kiss was broken by Eren. His moan made Levi want to moan, too. Long fingers
closed around Eren’s cock and languidly began to stroke it. Being the overeager
teenager that he was, Eren couldn’t help but thrust his hip to get more
friction.
“I thought this was supposed to be my birthday present, yet look at you. You’re
the one being spoiled rotten by me...losing yourself so quickly.” Levi’s voice
was filled to the brim with his contained desire.
Eren’s answer was yet another moan. “I can’t help it. I’m selfish and like to
be spoiled, ah- and don’t act as if you were not enjoying this.” He grabbed
between Levi’s legs and felt his hardness straining against the fabric.
Figuring that he should release Levi’s dick out of its confinement, he opened
the zip and not so gracefully grabbed what he had been craving for. Levi
actually hissed, and not in a good way.
“What the hell! Does my dick look like a squishy plushie to you?”
Eren laughed at that. “Jean did give me a plush dick as a gag birthday present
this year.”
“And speaking of other guys won’t help getting me hard again.”
“Oh please, Levi, you didn’t even grow soft in the first place,” deadpanned
Eren. But he did palm the cock in his hand in a gentler manner now. He couldn’t
believe he was giving his brother a handjob - it was so wrong. But he loved it.
So much.
Stripping Levi off of his jeans was a show he enjoyed to the fullest. The
amazingly toned torso was already mouthwatering, and seing that wonderful body
in its full glory was a feast to his eyes.
“You look like you’re ready to eat me, Eren.” Levi did sound smug upon making
the observation.
Eren licked his lips. “You’re so hot. I hope it’s in the family.”
“Oh believe me, it is…” Eren was not the only one taking in every single detail
of the other’s naked body.
Levi lifted his arm lazily and stroked Eren’s side, felt the shudder under his
touch, and the barely noticeable grinding the little brother was doing in order
to slowly drive him towards his own insanity. Slowly, the roll of Eren’s hips
became more pronounced, and he was closing his eyes, at the same time biting
his lower lip.
Following suit, Levi moved along languidly. Never once did he avert his eyes
from the delicious sight of Eren rubbing their cocks together, closed eyed and
in concentration, as if he was fighting to not lose himself. But Levi wanted
Eren to lose himself and come undone. He wanted to see him writhing.
When he was about to let his fantasies fly, he caught Eren opening his eyes
again to smile at him. And his feelings for him soared.
Eren arched his back with a moan as he picked up the speed, and Levi thought
they were going to go on like that until they were coming, which was perfectly
fine, but turned out the other had been fumbling with his own discarded
trousers. He hovered back above Levi in one nimble swing and claimed his lips
in one fervent kiss. Breaking the kiss, he grinned mischievously and waved a
wrapped condom and a tiny tube of lube.
“You planned this.”
“Not until a few hours ago when I was sure I wanted you to fuck me.”
“Jesus Christ, Eren…” Levi’s breathless voice was unbelieving.
Levi wanted to question why Eren would even own those things, but any coherent
thought died the moment a hand closed around his length to stroke him. His
brother even attempted to be the cool guy by tearing the wrapping with his
teeth - but there was no way it was safe when he resembled an animal rather
than a human. So Levi opted to sit up and put it on on his own while Eren was
sheepishly watching him.
While still in a sitting position, he pressed Eren close to him, poured a
generous amount of lube and rubbed it between his fingers to warm it up. While
doing so he felt the boy latching his lips at the base of his neck, licking and
sucking with eagerness.
Eren stopped devouring Levi’s skin with a gasp as he felt a digit probe and
push against his hole. It felt warm and slippery. The first finger felt weird
and foreign of course, and it was funny enough to elicit a nervous laugh from
him, because who would have thought that Levi would shove his finger up
somebody’s ass.
Two fingers however, were uncomfortable. And when they began to scissor inside
of him to loosen him up, he cringed and hissed. Levi felt the body on him tense
and used his free hand to brush the strands of hair off of Eren’s face, and
kissed his forehead comfortingly. Eren, the brave boy that he was, acknowledged
the gentle gesture with a tiny smile.
The whole process of preparing him never became comfortable or pleasurable; but
he was kept in the mood by Levi’s hand pumping his cock. Whimpering, he endured
the pain by locking his older brother in a tight embrace.
Finally, Levi retracted his fingers. He kept planting chaste kisses all over
Eren’s face in an attempt to somehow soothe the uncomfortable feeling. “Are you
sure you want to go all the way.”
No matter how painful it had been, Eren never once doubted he wanted all of
Levi. So of course he would nod. Finally taking initiative again, he lifted
himself slightly, took Levi’s cock in his hand and steadied himself above it.
He felt the eyes watching him hungrily, he wanted to always be watched like
that. Slowly, he sank down onto Levi’s waiting cock.
The tightness made Levi moan and Eren almost scream in pain. For a fraction of
the second he did regret his decision, but then again he was suddenly so full,
and becoming fuller still the more he pushed down to take more in. It was
painful but also satisfying, knowing that he was filled with his beloved Levi.
“God it hurts,” panted Eren.
Levi groaned at the tight feeling wrapped around his cock. “Do you want to
stop?”
Eren chuckled breathlessly. “You don’t look like you want to stop now, silly.
Am I tight enough? I’m pretty sure I am.”
Levi shook his head, a futile attempt to regain some clarity. “No, I don’t want
to hurt you.”
“Nonsense. You love the fact that you’re too big for my tiny asshole. Anybody
would like that. And you love…” Eren rose his hips halfway up and lowered
himself once more with a moan. “You love how hot I am around your cock. Fuck.”
Eren’s brows knit in mix pain and pleasure.
Levi was now thrusting up to meet Eren halfway, and the movement made the other
finally moan in pleasure.
Thinking about it, Eren was right. He loved how tight Eren’s hole was, he loved
how he was almost too big since it was the brother’s first time. And god did he
love the face Eren made when gradually losing himself in the pleasure he felt.
“Ah fuck, Levi...starting to feel good.” Levi could tell, because Eren was
bouncing up and down faster now, almost frantic.
The boy was so eager, he almost slipped on several occasions, so Levi had to
steady him by grabbing his waist. He also used his grip to help guide Eren
deeper onto his cock.
“Eren…”
Levi’s deep voice drove Eren crazy. It was enough to make him lose any self-
control left in him, and he bounced happily on the hard cock in him. From time
to time he would glance down and watch the shaft disappear into his hole,
making lewd noises in the process. The dirtiest noise in the room, however, was
his own voice. He never knew he could moan like that. All wanton and demanding
more.
And he did hear himself say more and harder and please fuck me, because oh,
Levi’s cock was brushing against a spot that was making him lose his shit. A
soundless scream - he arched his back and rode Levi harder; the brother’s
strong arms had to keep him from toppling over.
“Fuck Eren, slow down.”
But Eren only shook his head. “I can’t...too good.”
“Yes, it fucking is. Fuck…”
Levi had expected an awkward first time, and it was exactly that at first,
until it turned out that Eren was a wanton beast, riding him like there was no
tomorrow.
Thrusting up, he sensed his own orgasm coming. And Eren didn’t look like he was
going to slow down as an act of mercy.
Their eyes met. Both clouded with feverish lust. And so they kissed to express
more tenderness. Because they were full of tender feelings towards one another.
It also muffled the moans that had been growing in volume.
Eren spread his legs wider and thrust down with his hips circling, hitting that
delicious spot again and again. He was covered in his own sweat, and his chest
rose up and down violently. He wondered whether he was the only one, young as
he was, to lose himself in pleasure; only to find Levi flushed and panting with
eyes devouring him from his position.
Something in him felt ready to burst, and he knew he was coming.
“How do you like your birthday present?” He asked, and it took him everything
to even form a coherent sentence.
Levi moaned and held Eren tighter. “I love it.”
That said, he thrust up hard and fast, knocking the air out of Eren whose eyes
were growing wide, arms falling down to his sides. By now, his body was limp,
and only Levi’s arms kept him up. The other’s strength moved the younger
brother’s body completely without Eren’s assistance as he was too far gone to
even move a finger.
It was a crazy erotic sight. He could read Eren’s lips mouthing yesand more and
Levi.
That was enough to bring him to completion. One final push, Eren’s inner walls
contracted around him, and he shot his load with a low moan. He drove in some
more to ride out his orgasm.
Eren cried out as he too reached his orgasm in rushing waves. Never before had
he felt such a high feeling. It was as if he was flying and quickly falling
down again, because his legs were giving out and fell straight against Levi’s
hot, still heaving chest. And he felt comforted by it.
Familiar arms wrapped around him. He would have loved to stay that way for the
remainder of the night, but Levi pulled out, and decided to stand up, ignoring
Eren’s protesting whines. He walked into the kitchen to dispose of the condom.
Despite the crackling fire radiating heat across the room, Eren felt cold and
empty without Levi beside him.
So he was the after sex cuddler type.
But soon enough Levi returned to join him once again. This time he was finally
pulled in a well-deserved embrace. Smiling, he buried his face in his brother’s
chest. Sleep took over their exhausted consciousness and both eased into a
peaceful slumber.
It was snowing the morning after the passionate night. And Eren was the first
to stir, being more of a morning person than Levi. Their parents were still
fast asleep as well.
He studied his brother’s resting face, and had to stifle a laugh, because he
never looked relaxed even in his sleep. Gently, Eren lowered himself to kiss
those slightly parted lips. He was mindful to be gentle, but a twitch let him
know that he had awoken the other. Levi groaned sleepily and had difficulties
keeping his eyes open. His blurry eyesight was able to see Eren hovering above
him, still naked, and far too cheerful so early in the morning.
“Good morning sleepyhead. What would you like to help you wake up?” Eren
wrapped his arms around Levi’s neck with a sly little smile.
“Do you prefer a cup of coffee...or would you rather have Eren?”
 
End Notes
     Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed this purely self-indulgent fic
     uvu. There's bound to be a bunch of mistakes since it's 5 in the
     morning...
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