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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:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      Strength_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-09 Words: 2586
****** Up against the Wall ******
by the_original_n_chan
Summary
     Levi is ridiculously strong. And Eren loves it.
Notes
     Set late-ish in my riren headcanon, so we kind of jump into their
     relationship in media res. Literally. This AU branches off from the
     manga canon around chapter 54; I don't think there's anything
     especially spoilerific in this fic, but just in case, now you know.
     Disclaimer: All rights reserved to the original creators. No
     copyright infringement is intended.
See the end of the work for more notes
So today was one of those “have to fuck right now” days, which meant that Eren
was on his back on his captain’s bed, bent almost in half as Levi’s fingers
worked in and out of his ass, while Levi grumbled crossly in a way that sounded
supremely annoyed but was probably as much impatience as anything else.
“You are fucking insufferable sometimes,” Levi muttered. “Giving me suggestive
looks behind Erwin’s back all through that meeting— Stop that. I see you
smirking.”
Eren’s face was half covered, the back of his hand pressed to his mouth, so it
must have been his eyes that gave him away, dancing with delight at the fact
that he’d wound Levi up so thoroughly. Levi regarded him for a moment, then
snorted in semi-serious disgust. “One of these days I’m going to call your
bluff. Pick you up, carry you out, hold you up against the wall, and fuck the
ever-living shit out of you.”
Eren couldn’t help it—he laughed at the mental image, which was ridiculous in
all sorts of ways, and Levi paused, cocking a questioning eyebrow at him.
“Really? You mean hold me up while we...?”
“You think I can’t do it?” There was a sudden glint in Levi’s eye, an amused
quirk to his mouth, and Eren wondered how he’d ever thought Levi was hard to
read, because it all seemed so obvious now: the silent laughter, a sly gleam of
wickedness, and an abruptly intensifying interest that made Eren’s stomach
swoop and clench, made his dick twinge with renewed excitement. “I’m going to
take that as a challenge.” Pulling his slicked fingers out (a disappointment,
but probably just a momentary one, considering what might be to come), Levi
slapped Eren briskly on the thigh. “Up.”
Rolling upright, Eren scrambled off the bed, and Levi rose to meet him, a more
graceful uncoiling, caught his arm and hauled him across the room. It was Levi
who set his back to the wall, though. “Suck me first.”
“So this is just an excuse to get head?” Eren murmured teasingly as he
dropped—willingly enough—to his knees.
“Any excuse to get head.” Glancing up, Eren caught a glimpse of Levi’s fleeting
grin, and his heart lifted, fluttered, before he dipped his head and went down,
fast, just the way Levi liked it—all the way straight down and swallow hard.
Levi hissed, made a spitting sound that might have been a curse. Eren stayed
there for a few moments, just working his throat around Levi, then pulled back,
a slow drag of his lips until almost the end, where he opened his mouth to run
his tongue up the underside of the head, over the rim, and all the way across
the top in one long, luxuriating lick.
“Fuck. You’re so filthy when you do that.” Eren shot Levi another glance, saw
him flushed, staring fixedly, and grinned in turn, then obligingly licked him
again, with plenty of visible tongue, enjoying how deeply he groaned. With a
purring mmmmnn, Eren took him down again, began working him over thoroughly,
and every taste of Levi’s skin, every hot, heavy inch he swallowed down, every
sweet, wet slide and every half-heard catch of breath sent pleasure curling
through him, almost as intense as if he himself was being touched, made him
throb with his own desire. Fucking was iffy for him; sometimes, like today, it
was a yes, and sometimes it was an oh hell no. But sucking dick? Always good.
He figured he was pretty good at it, too. It definitely didn’t take long—almost
too short a time—before Levi pressed the heel of his hand against Eren’s
forehead, fingers threading through Eren’s hair as he pushed backward. “Enough.
Off.” There was as much gasp as growl in that throaty command, and Eren grinned
again as he popped his lips off the end of Levi’s cock, managing a last
farewell flick with his tongue before Levi grabbed his arm and pulled him up,
glowering. “Get up here.” Levi spun them around so their positions were
reversed, Eren up against the wall now, pinned there, Levi’s hands locked
firmly around his wrists. Levi took a moment to study him, a long, measuring
look, head tilted slightly, and Eren wanted to bend down and kiss him, so, so
badly. But then the moment was gone—Levi glanced downward, released Eren’s
wrist to curl his hand behind Eren’s thigh. Automatically Eren bent his leg a
little as Levi’s grip tightened, and then Levi had lifted him up in a single
sudden movement, one hand under his leg and the other clutching his ass. Eren
gasped a little as his feet left the ground, his back sliding up the wall.
“Legs around my waist,” Levi said. “You can do a little work here.” His voice
sounded almost entirely even, and Eren wondered if this really was as
effortless for him as he was making it sound. Trembling a little, he hooked his
legs around Levi, just over his hips. Levi pressed forward into him, and his
breathing stuttered—his erection was caught between them, rubbing against
Levi’s abs, and he could feel Levi’s cock nudging past his balls as Levi lifted
him a little higher.
“Hm. Tricky,” Levi murmured. “Push your hips out toward me more. And hold on
tighter for a minute.” Eren clamped his legs more firmly around Levi’s waist
and grabbed hold of his shoulders for good measure. Levi shifted his grip until
he was holding Eren up with just the one hand under his seat and the support of
the wall they were leaning against. The other hand he slid beneath Eren,
guiding himself into position until Eren felt the blunt head of Levi’s cock at
his entrance. “Okay. Here goes.”
Levi lowered him, carefully but not all that slowly, and he realized too late
that he could have used a lot more preparation as his own weight drove him down
onto Levi’s cock. He gasped, threw his head back, and clocked it against the
wall. The brief distraction of stars bursting behind his eyelids got him
through the first, worst part of the stretching, and then he was seated, taking
Levi to the hilt, so deep—he didn’t think Levi had ever gone so deep, filled
him so full. He felt like he was exploding from that point of contact, and he
fought to deepen and calm his breathing so he wouldn’t hyperventilate, because
this was definitely not the moment when he wanted to pass out. All that while
Levi held him up patiently, letting him adjust.
“All right?” Levi said at last. His voice was a little tense, and no wonder. He
had to be going out of his mind with the need to move, to do something, and
even through his throbbing, aching daze Eren marveled at that self-control.
“Mmn,” he managed, “yeah.” And then, after a moment of Levi trying to shift his
hands, he actually had to heft Eren in order to adjust his grip, which had the
effect—fortunate or not, Eren wasn’t quite sure—of literally bouncing him on
Levi’s cock. A choking sound escaped him as he crumpled forward onto Levi’s
shoulder, his eyes wide, fingers digging in desperately. “Holy—shit!”
“Language,” Levi murmured, which made him laugh at how ludicrous it was, Levi
of all people, and—laughing, ow—but it relaxed him too, made warmth uncurl
inside him at the way Levi took care of him, always tried to help him in those
awkward, indirect, secretly tender ways. “Going to be a little fast, I think.
Sorry.”
“S’okay.” Eren swallowed heavily, but the words still came out hoarse. “I’m
fine. Go.”
Levi’s hips hitched upward, a short, convulsive movement, jerked again, then
found a rhythm, drawing back and driving up into him, fucking him sharply,
steadily, relentlessly. And the angle—oh shit—it was exactly right to hit that
place, over and over, each stroke shooting more cascades of stars through him,
rolling surges that gathered until they whited out the world, and it didn’t
matter if Levi finished fast because he wasn’t going to hold on long either; he
was shaking apart right now, tiny, helpless cries escaping him, and the
discomfort had already bloomed into that mad ecstasy, into more, more, more.
His hands skated over Levi’s shoulders, his arms, paused to knead and caress
those taut, corded muscles—his captain, so strong, so unbelievably strong, and
the thought of that power filled him like Levi’s cock, filled him even more, so
that he was overflowing with awe, adoration, worship, frantic desire. He
moaned, arching, trying to open himself as if he could take in even more of the
man.
“Touch. Yourself,” Levi gritted, a sweltering breath on his throat, and Eren’s
hand fell instantly, wormed in between them to grip himself. He was already a
dripping mess, his slick smeared across them both, and his hand slid against
Levi’s flexing stomach as he pumped himself urgently. His other hand closed on
Levi’s, fingering over it where it gripped his thigh with a bruising
fierceness. Tilting his head against the wall, he panted open-mouthed, staring
glassily down at Levi, and when Levi glanced up at him through sweat-straggled
hair, he moaned again, louder, couldn’t stop himself—those steel eyes catching
sudden light, burning hotter and hotter as they watched him.
“Oh—oh, yesssss, ha—h-harder—f-fuck, don’t stop, don’t, it’s, it’s, you’re—” He
didn’t even know what was spilling out of his mouth. His hand sped up, his hips
trying to jerk, even as Levi continued to thrust into him, spearing him to the
wall. “Levi,” he chanted desperately, the tension in his body cresting, “Levi.
L—”
His orgasm slammed through him like a volley of gunshot, took him out in a
pulsing blaze, great clenching spasms of release, and he was still shuddering
through it when he heard Levi growl, low and stuttering and savage, felt Levi
heave him up and—slam him down onto Levi’s cock. His whole body jolted with the
force of it. And Levi kept doing it, moving him up and down like a puppet, hips
driving up to meet him as he was jerked downward, their bodies crashing
together—faster now, less controlled, coughing, snarling grunts escaping Levi
with each effort, and Eren just bucking helplessly, mouth falling open on thin,
wailing ah!s no louder than whispers. He was out of his mind with it, blown
wide with the aftermath of his own coming and now those sensations that just
wouldn’t stop; he raked his fingernails across his own ass, up his sides,
pinched his nipples viciously until he keened with it, and even that burst of
pleasure-pain was drowning, he was drowning in the constant pounding, the
overstimulation of all his nerves as those inner pulses tumbled over one
another until there was no end and no beginning. And then—throb-throb-throb,
building inside him, building fast, shaking him, and he was coming again,
unbelievably, the heat and light rolling through his whole body until he howled
with it, clamped himself down and—
Stillness. Just Levi crushing him against the wall, quivering, buried deep and
spilling himself inside Eren. With a broken gasp, Eren bent forward and cupped
his hands behind Levi’s head, barely touching, as Levi pressed his forehead to
Eren’s shoulder. Eren could feel the faintest tremor in his arms.
“Down,” Levi said at last, with a trace of a wheeze. “Now.”
Gingerly Eren unhooked his legs as Levi heaved him up just enough to slide out
of him. He reached down with one foot, toes groping blindly for the floor. Then
he was standing, or rather not standing as he collapsed forward onto Levi, his
legs shaking, threatening to give out completely.
“Oof.” Levi elbowed him off and shoved him back against the wall. “Ow, fuck.
Hold your own weight up for a while.” He leaned into Eren as if to keep him
pinned there, but Eren thought it might be a little for support too. He could
feel Levi’s chest stirring with each deep breath.
Eren knew he had the hugest, stupidest grin on his face, but he didn’t care.
“That,” he huffed, and then couldn’t think of any word amazing enough,
expansive enough to even begin to describe what that had been.
Levi snorted, and if he sounded rather pleased with himself, Eren figured it
was entirely justified. “Enjoy it while you can.” Leaning back, he poked Eren
gently in the forehead. “You’ll outgrow this before too much longer.”
Eren blinked. “Huh?”
“You’re about due for a growth spurt, aren’t you?” As Eren continued to stare
at him, trying to process this, Levi let out an I’m-trying-to-be-patient sigh.
“How tall was your dad?”
“Dad?” Eren tried to think back, but it was surprisingly hard to remember. When
he’d been little, his dad had seemed super tall, but of course all grownups
had. And as he’d gotten older—he tried to measure the difference, but it was
elusive, how big he’d been, how much taller his dad had been the last time
he’d—and something twisted inside his head, pain, a relentless darkness
crushing out the world until there were just slivers melting away from him: a
vague sense of falling, a voice—
Eren—!
 
He was warm, lying in bed underneath the covers. Comfortable. A little sore—he
shifted a bit, identified the lingering ache in his body, and smiled. He must
have been...yes, he remembered it now. The way Levi had lifted him. Held him
up. Fucked into him so well. There was a vaguely unpleasant twinge deep behind
his eyes, but a drowsy haze lay between him and it, and the memories of
absolutely fantastic sex that were floating to the surface muffled it even
further, made it supremely unimportant. Curling his toes, he hummed in wordless
pleasure.
“Eren?” He felt the mattress beneath him shift and slowly rolled half over to
look up at Levi. Levi was sitting on the edge of the bed, entirely dressed,
full uniform except for one glove. He brushed that bare hand across Eren’s
forehead, swept his fingers through Eren’s bangs, and Eren started to smile
lazily at him, then noticed the tense line between his brows, the pinched look
of concern.
“Eren,” Levi murmured, and his hand went still. “Do you pass out every time you
think about your father?”
Confused, Eren stared at him. “Do I what...?” That splinter in his head
sharpened suddenly, and he winced. Like a spike, growing, and—and Levi was
kissing him, hot and breathless and sweet, so sweet, he was melting with it,
into it, and that pressure faded back into the distance.
Not important. He let it go.
Their mouths parted at last, and Levi sat back.
“I have some things to take care of.” He stood up, pulling on the second glove.
“You can stay here as long as you want to.” Here being Levi’s room, Levi’s bed,
and that was a little strange for what Eren thought was the middle of the
afternoon, judging by the slant of light, but—it sounded nice. Even if Levi
himself wouldn’t actually be there. Eren closed his eyes, turned his face back
against the pillow, listening to the sounds of the man’s boots as he walked
away, inhaling his scent with a deep, lingering pleasure.
He was already drifting off again as the door closed.
End Notes
     Why, yes, tiny-but-strong is one of my kinks. (So is growth-spurt
     Eren. Ys pls.)
     Sorry this went kind of serious and non-porno at the end. ^_^;;;;
     Hope you enjoyed it anyway! (And in case anyone wonders, I don't
     actually know what if anything happens after this. I'm working on
     this headcanon patchwork style, interspersed with other projects, so
     it's kind of hit or miss what comes out.)
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