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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Eren_Yeager
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Underage_Drinking, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Shameless_Smut,
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Smut, Canon_verse, Drunk_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-03 Words: 2048
****** This Is Why We Should (Not) Get Drunk ******
by Pink_Panda_(Ejacyeolation)
Summary
     It's that classical tale of Eren challenging Levi to a drinking
     competition and getting his ass handed to him (in more ways than
     one).
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
"Fucking give it up, kid."
"I'm not a kid, sir."
Levi raised an eyebrow, mouth covered by the cup he was drinking from. He set
it down with a bit of unnecessary force but Eren merely blinked. "You're a kid.
You're such a kid, it's almost painful."
"With all due respect, Captain, but why is it painful for you? What does my age
have to do with you?" Eren poured himself another shot, downing it while he
waited for Levi's answer.
Eren watched him and Levi returned the gaze, a blank expression carefully
placed on his face. He was starting to think that maybe he should have not
invited the kid over, after all. Actually, from the very beginning, he should
have pretended to never notice how Eren looked at him, how Eren reacted to him,
and how Eren acted around him. He should have pretended that he never noticed
Eren Jaeger, because Eren Jaeger was just a kid, like what Levi said and what
the brunet so adamantly denied.
Also, if he had truly wanted to avoid this situation, he should have walked
away or punched the kid in the face when Eren had asked Levi who the older man
thought would win if they had a "little drinking game", and he most definitely
should have not taken up the challenge.
Why he agreed to turn a simple task such as cleaning the rooms into a drinking
showdown, Levi didn't know. As much as it sounded stupid to him, one thing
happened after the other, things were said, and now there they were, a table
separating them while they stared each other down.
Why he has been associating himself with this person for the past few weeks was
another thing unknown to him.
"Captain Levi?"
"Calm down, kid. Your age has nothing to do with me. I don't give a single
fuck." He drank another shot, maintaining eye contact with the brunet. "Don't
get your humble self too worked up."
"Do you know how old I am, sir? I'm 17, and most people think that's old enough
to be in the military, that's why I'm here. They wouldn't let a kid in, right,
Captain?"
Levi rolled his eyes, leaning his elbow on the table and resting his cheek in
his open palm. "Nice try, smartass. I could kick your ass for talking like
that, especially when you're talking to your commanding officer."
"Sorry, sir." Eren didn't look the least bit sorry, grinning while he downed
another cup. "I was just trying to convince you that I'm not a kid, or a brat."
"You're both, Jaeger. And if you think you being 17 is impressive, I'm 34. I'm
ancient."
Eren's eyebrows shot up, surprise clear on his face. It took him a few moment
to compose himself, then he was grinning at Levi again. "Wow. You certainly
don't look the part."
Levi rose from his seat and leaned forward, grabbing the teen's chin with his
hand and tilting his face forward. "I don't need flattery from someone half my
age, but thanks." He let go of Eren's flushed face and walked away, heading to
the small collection of cupboards that lined the other side of the wall from
where they were seated. He pulled out another bottle of rum, one that he was
sure Eren wouldn't be able to take like what he was doing right now.
"It's getting a bit boring, isn't it?" He asked, putting down the bottle in
front of Eren. He watched as the teen's eyes flickered over to his face, to the
bottle, then back up again. "What, not so confident anymore?"
Eren visibly swallowed, his jaw flexing. "Go ahead, Captain. Your turn."
They resumed drinking, talking about pointless things and Levi insulting Eren
without actually saying it. After a couple of cups, Eren was leaning back in
his chair and Levi's foot was rubbing against his leg, tracing up all the way
to his knee. Eren glanced down and raised an eyebrow. "I'd appreciate this more
if you removed your shoe, sir."
His speech had a hint of a slur to it, his ears all red and his cheeks dusted
with pink.
"If titans attacked us right now, you'd be too shitfaced to lift a finger. Why
bother if your pants get dirty?"
"Because," he started, breath stilling for a second when Levi's foot moved to
his inner thigh, resting there. "Because I wash my own clothes, sir."
Levi snorted, pushing back the hair hovering over his forehead. "I bet you do a
shit job at it. The only thing you're good at is getting angry and running your
mouth."
Eren had the gall to look offended. He grabbed the half-empty bottle of liquor
and drank directly from it, slamming it down after taking a big gulp. "That's
not true."
Levi thought the only thing that was missing was the pout. "Really?" he
drawled. "What else can you do with that mouth, then?" After saying this, he
resumed doing the rubbing motions, smirking when he saw Eren bite his lip.
The view was almost indecent, Eren Jaeger all flushed, hair a mess because of
how he constantly pulled and dragged his hand through it, lower lip caught
between his teeth. The scene was cut short, though, when he slumped over and
banged his head on the table.
"Fuck, I give up."
Victory was delicious, Levi noted. He waited a few seconds before pulling back
his leg and pushing away from his chair, coming over to Eren's side. The kid
was still conscious, but he didn't protest when Levi hoisted him up and dragged
him into the smaller room, Levi's bedroom, and threw him on the bed.
"What are you going to do?" Eren asked. He didn't sound scared, only genuinely
curious. Or wasted. Levi couldn't really tell anymore.
"You can calm down and sleep, Eren," was Levi's simple answer. "Or are you
scared of what I might do? Too fucking drunk to fight me if things happened?"
He left and didn't wait for an answer, clearing out the small table of the
bottles of alcohol and the cups they used. When he came back, he found Eren
wrapped inside the white covers of his bed, looking like he was having one heck
of a peaceful dream. Levi loosened the cravat around his neck until he could
completely remove it, setting it down on the small bedside table.
"Already sleeping?" Levi asked, voice low. Eren shifted a bit so he was facing
the raven, snuggling into Levi's frame. The older man clicked his tongue but
ran a gentle hand through tousled brown hair. "Some soldier you are. Don't let
your defenses down, Eren."
His hand reached down lower, slipping to hold Eren's cheek. His lips twitched
when he felt the brunet lean into his touch. He had his hand gently placed on
the teen's neck when he whispered into his ear, "What if this were someone
else, hmm?"
In one swift motion, he flipped the teen so he was lying on his back, Levi
straddling him. "Eren, wake up." He worked on Eren's belt, partly hoping that
it would wake the brunet up. No success in that, but he did succeed in get
getting the leather off. He popped the button of Eren's pants and pulled the
zipper down, tracing the outline of his dick through his underwear. He raised
an eyebrow as he felt the member harden under his touch.
"I thought I was the pervert here," Levi murmured, pulling off the pants and
dropping them to the floor. He gripped the growing bulge and watched Eren's
face go different shades of red. He thought for a moment, was he really going
to do this? Different warnings went off in his head, words like "underage" and
"practically rape" mixed in somewhere in there. Despite this, he found himself
reaching over the side of the bed and to one of the drawers, pulling out a
bottle of scented oil. "Wake up, beautiful."
He heard something that sounded like a moan as an answer and any second
thoughts he was having flew out the window. Pulling off the final piece of
cloth that hid Eren's lower body, Levi slickened a finger with the oil, the
strong scent of vanilla invading his senses and making his head go a bit light,
topped with the fact that he was already a bit drunk (though not as drunk as
the person he was currently fingering).
Eren's face was nothing short of exceptional. An arm was draped over his eyes,
mouth hanging open, the shades of red spreading over to his neck. Small gasps
and moans could be heard coming out from him and that drove Levi further, his
pants suddenly very tight around his crotch.
Did Levi felt guilty? Yes, he could say that, considering that what he was
doing was so wrong in every possible aspect, but when he felt Eren clench
around his fingers and when he heard the boy moan his name, he decided that he
really didn't give a fuck anymore.
"Eren, for fuck's sake, you're going to drive me insane, I swear," he grumbled,
pulling down his own pants. He almost felt relieved when his hard member was
freed and out in the open, the restrictions of the garments had been quite
painful. He poured oil over his palms and pumped his length, positioning it to
Eren's entrance.
"You better not be sleeping through this, fucking brat," he said before inching
in, watching Eren's face contort into different expressions varying from pain
to lust and other things that Levi's haze-filled mind couldn't comprehend at
the moment. He paused when he was completely engulfed by Eren's warmth, leaning
down so he could kiss the boy on the mouth.
"Eren, look at me," he commanded. He waited until the teen's eyes slowly
opened, tears swimming around them. Levi kissed away the ones that escaped from
the corner of Eren's eyes, pulling out so he could slam in again. He leaned
back and held onto Eren's thighs for support so he could watch the teen, biting
his fingers and clawing at the sheets. He was babbling something that Levi
didn't bother to decipher, the only thing he cared about was the fact that he
could hear his name repeatedly called out.
Did he feel good? No, he felt amazing, so he told Eren just that. The brunet
reached for him and Levi let him grab his hair, pulling him down for a rough
kiss. Levi only stopped when he tasted blood in his mouth, his blood, but he
wasn't complaining. Not when Eren leaned forward so he could lick at the abused
part of the older male's lips.
"Are you close?" Levi asked, taking hold of Eren's neglected dick and pumping
it in time to his thrusts. The teen nodded so fast, Levi let out a short burst
of laughter. "Come for me, then. Go on, beautiful."
Eren came, and he came hard. He spilled his cum all over Levi's hand, his hole
clenching around Levi. It took the grey-eyed man all his willpower not to cum
inside the teen, instead pulling out and shooting white streams all over the
bed sheets. Exhausted and feeling the effects of the alcohol after coming down
from his high, Levi collapsed beside Eren after he cleaned the both of them up
with a damp rag.
The teen immediately snuggled into him and Levi let him, putting an arm over a
tanned waist and even going as far as kissing Eren's forehead. He hoped that
this act of affection would go unremembered when they woke up, but Levi doubted
that. Eren, as much as an idiot he was, had a knack for remembering things that
ensued after sex.
He was about to drift off, thinking that Eren was already asleep, when he felt
a kiss being pressed to his lips, and then Eren was murmuring something against
his mouth which he, of course, didn't understand. He decided that he would just
ask the brunet what he was trying to tell him when they woke up.
Days passed after that, more nights of fooling around followed. Eren never told
him what it was, but Levi felt like he already knew.
End Notes
     cant believe i wrote this i'm just gonna hide (find me at
     levirens.tumblr.com)
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