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works/1101898.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Eren_Yeager, hanji, Erwin_Smith, Mike
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Sex, bottom!Eren, Top!Levi, Christmas, Fluff, like_seriously,
      you'll_get_cavities, Holiday, canon!verse
  Series:
      Part 1 of In_The_Spirit_Of_The_Holidays
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-25 Words: 7914
****** Ye Merry Gentlemen ******
by homesickpirate_(orphan_account)
Summary
     Hanji is irritating. The world is disappointing. It's cold. Who said
     it was a good idea to celebrate Christmas? Eren did, that's who.
     Stupid kid. Well, it could be worse. He could have left his cloak
     back at Headquarters. It could possibly start snowing. Oh wait- It
     just did. Levi hates Christmas. Well... most of the time.
Notes
     Wow, I'm sorry I posted this so late? Well, it's just a christmas
     fic. I'm not sure exactly when it's set, and I didn't bother with a
     timeline. Oops. (Also, Hanji is Male in this fic. Just so you don't
     get confused).
     Update: I just fixed a few grammar errors I found that were bugging
     me. :)
See the end of the work for more notes
It was Hanji’s fault, as always. As if the world needed another fucktruck of a
festival, of all things. But there Hanji was, at ball-freezing degrees outside,
hauling in a tree. A goddamn tree, of all things. It was bad enough the entire
world celebrated Christmas, but no. Hanji had to go and bring it into camp.
“Levi!” he shouted, waving at him and dropping his tree on the ground. He
frowned.
“Why the fuck did you think it was alright to bring a tree into headquarters?”
Hanji laughed, and hoisted it back on his shoulders. “Because its the Christmas
festival! So, I asked Commander Erwin for permission to decorate. It’s not like
we can go out at all, anyways.”
Levi snorted in disgust. “Don’t remind me. Of all the dumbshit ideas I’ve seen,
this is the worst.”
And it was. What everloving fuck had decided to forbid military work over the
course of the Christmas eve festival to promote ‘higher citizen morale’? Ah
yes. It was their goddamned king. But what was even worse was that the entirety
of the military had went along with it, and happily too. He could understand
the King's Military branch's compliance. They were the most useless shitstains
in the walls. But the Wall Garrison? Had they not seen the titans outside the
walls? Why did no one realize that the titans weren’t going to take a goddamned
day off, and neither should they. But every year, the military disbanded for
the night, the fuckers, and took the day off to celebrate christmas eve.
And every second, Hanji was moving away from him and towards the corner that he
had just cleaned. With his goddamned tree leaving a trail of fucking green-ass
needles.
“Oi! Shitgoggles! What do you think you’re doing?” He called out. They might be
assfucking the place sideways with jingle bells, but they were not ignoring his
incredibly reasonable standards.
But Hanji just giggled. “Oh, Levi. I’ll get someone to clean it later, don’t
worry.” And then Hanji turned around and began trying to fit the shitty tree
into some elaborate fucking vase system that he hadn’t known he had been
carrying, seemingly, on his goddamned head. Well fuck. He could already tell
that this festival was going to be a stupendous shitstorm of celebration. It
was time to leave, and not come back until the entire place had been scrubbed
to mach his goddamned mirrors. But of course, as soon as he decided to leave
one shithole, fate decided to crap another one in his face.
Turning around, he stepped right into Eren, who had been walking directly
towards Hanji, carrying a shitton of what looked like boxes of shiny silver
balls. Eren, the fucktruck he was, kept barreling forward, tripping over Levi
with a soft ‘O’ and landing straight on his face. Levi, being a more graceful
being, had managed to catch all three of the wayward boxes, and shoved them at
Hanji while simultaneously glaring at him with the fires of a thousand burning
Christmas trees.
“What in the everloving fuck possessed you to give multiple boxes of fragile
and potentially dangerous festival equipment to our star prodigy of
incapacitating clumsiness?”
Hanji just sighed and took the boxes from him, setting them on the ground. “I
really wish you wouldn’t be like that, always. It’s not like it’s our decision.
Might as well get some fun out of it, eh?”
Levi hated this. Hanji's knowing stare. As if he knew shit about anything. “Its
one day stuck here when we could be saving the world. Either way, I’m taking
this assfuck off your hands. He’d be more useful in my office getting actual
work done.”
Hanji’s brows furrowed. “Then how am I supposed to get this tree decorated? I
still have to do the upstairs and stop by at that bakery, and-”
“Get one of the others to do it.” he interrupted, waving his hand dismissively.
“It’s not like we don’t have plenty of other recruits.” Turning, he grabbed
Eren by the wrist and began walking upstairs. “Eren, today is the day you learn
all about paperwork” he stated dryly.
Eren was surprisingly complacent, and didn’t even complain, just murmuring a
somewhat dejected “yes corporal, sorry corporal” and following quietly. It took
only a moment for Levi to navigate them into his office, but by the time they
got there, he was already feeling intense irritation.
God, he hated Eren. Why had it been him of all people to come barreling over
Levi like a fucking fatass. And goddamn he could feel Eren’s eyes on his back,
staring at him for some godforsaken reason.
Stepping smartly into his office, he pulled Eren in and kicked the door closed
behind him, letting go of the kid and dropping into his chair with a sigh. To
Eren’s credit, the moment the door had shut and Levi was in his chair, he had
snapped to attention, one hand behind his back and the other over his heart.
For a moment Levi was almost pacified. Almost. But then he took one look at
Eren’s face and lost it.
Puppy eyes. Eren was staring at him with those goddamn fucking puppy eyes and
it was almost working, the little shit. Levi couldn’t help but feel a twinge of
regret, a quiet nagging of his conscience that he was an A-grade douchenozzle
for having pulled Eren out of the military wide celebration. But he wasn’t
going to give in to that little asshole on his shoulder. Just because Eren was
cute and a little lost looking didn’t mean that Levi was forgiving him anytime
soon for nearly bulldozing him with ornaments.
“Eren!” he barked out, startling him out of his innocent looking daze.
“Yes sir!” Eren snapped to attention even further, if that was possible. So
damn eager to please. it fucking pissed him off.
“Sit down, shut up, and stop looking so constipated, brat. Do you need to take
a shit or something?” He motioned to the futon near his desk. Eren sat down,
looking somewhat dazed.
“Eh? No sir, sorry. I dont-”
“Nevermind, I was wrong. You have fucking diarrhea. God, do you ever shut up?”
Eren snapped his mouth shut, a single crease forming between his eyebrows as he
slumped his shoulders. “You’re mean, sir” he murmured quietly.
Levi narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth, preparing for a long-ass lecture.
But the second he looked at Eren, he realized he couldn’t do it. The brat’s
shoulders were hunched, and he was tense, as if he was expecting Levi to hit
him or something. And even worse were his eyes. If he had looked like a puppy
before, he looked like a kicked puppy now. And Levi felt his conscience flutter
back into his life triumphantly and bite him right in the ass. Fuck.
He had become somewhat of a friend to Eren, in the last few months, especially
after he had lost his squad. Eren was a good kid, and didn’t need to deal with
Levi’s shit. As much of an asshole he often was, he was going overboard now. It
wasn't Eren’s fault that he had a vendetta against Christmas, after all. So he
sighed, and rested his hands on his desk.
“Listen, shitty brat. I’m in a fucknut of a mood right now. If it wasn’t
apparent to you before, I have a bit of an issue with this festival. So in
light of that, i’m changing my mind. Get your skinny ass out of my office and
decorate, or some shit.”
Instantly, Eren was sitting up straight again, and smiling. It was fucking
disturbing how fast he could change his mood. “Are you sure, sir?”
“Are you fucking deaf, shitstain? Oh, and make sure you fucking know that once
this holiday is finally over it’s you and your shitty teammates who will be
cleaning this entire place, until I can see my goddamn face on every surface.”
Eren just nodded and stood up. He looked like he didn’t even care. Why was he
so fucking happy all the time? Out of spite, (and maybe just a little bit of
rash thinking) Levi called out to Eren right as he was walking towards the
door, “and be back when you’re done shitting ornaments. You’re still doing my
paperwork. Dismissed.”
Eren nodded and closed the door and Levi could hear his giggling as he walked
down the corridor. The kid was going to pay for that when he got back. Levi
placed aside the most complex of the assignments, just for Eren when he got
back. No one was getting away with fucking giggling at him. Not even Eren.
He leaned back in his chair and groaned. He hated paperwork, but he wasn’t
putting it off like all of the other lazyass dumbshits. Erwin, Hanji, and Mike
were going to be up for a rough surprise in two days time when they had to
begin their planning for the next expedition, and Levi could work with his 3D
gear. He smirked, and began working on the budgeting with newfound energy. It
wasn’t interesting stuff, calculating supply estimates for the next year, but
given his previous experience in illegal dealings, he was the best at haggling
the pants off the inner city supply bureau.
After a few hours of monotonous paperwork, he put his quill down and took a
moment to stand up, and look out the window. He hated his office, and his
chair. The only thing that would truly satisfy him was freedom, which was why
this ‘expedition-free festival’ filled him with restless anger. He was no use
inside the walls.
He was almost jealous of the others, he noted as he watched the younger
soldiers slug chunks of snow at each other. It wasn’t the holiday itself that
made him angry. It was the happiness it created. The innocent bliss of those
who had never seen a titan, never felt the mindnumbing fear of all-consuming
hopelessness of watching a teammate being crushed, eaten, being thrown against
a wall. Spattered on the ground and crushed, screaming, crying, begging,
pleading. That the survey corps weren't sent out, simply to keep the masses
happy. Did their hearts not yearn for freedom?
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Eren. He had forgotten.
“Enter,” he called, distracted. He turned around to see Eren stagger inside,
balancing a tray with a steaming pot of tea, two cups, and a plateful of
pastries on it. He was blushing, Levi noted, as he tried to kick the door shut
and wobble towards the desk simultaneously. Levi let him place the tray down
before making any comments. He couldn’t be sure what would unsettle the kid,
and he didn’t want hot tea and pottery scattered all around the office because
Eren was a clumsy little shit.
“Sir,” Eren turned and stood at attention, as stiff as he had been the first
time Levi had dragged him in. Levi sighed and saluted back, halfheartedly.
“Have I never told you that you don’t need to be so uptight in here? I don’t
bite, usually.”
Eren relaxed slightly and gave a hesitant smile. “No, sir. You haven’t, I don’t
think. I made tea, I thought you might want some…” he trailed off uncertainly.
Levi motioned for him to sit again, and he did, looking grateful.
“Two cups,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “ Did you assume you were going to be
having tea with me?”
Eren looked guilty. “No, I thought I might drop one, and just in case-”
“Liar,” Levi deadpanned. He filled both cups with hot tea and handed one to
Eren, sitting down in his own deskchair with the other. They sat for a moment,
surprisingly comfortable. The sunset was incredibly clear, considering it had
been snowing only a few hours before. It shimmered through the frost on the
windows, and lit up Eren in a halo like Levi’s personal Christmas tree. He had
half a mind to tell him, but was almost loathe to break the peaceful silence
that had descended upon them. After all, it was a rarity for them to be alone
in each other’s company at all.
But then Eren had to go and ruin it with his bigass mouth, didn’t he? “Do you
like the tea, captain?” He asked, looking nervous (again). Levi looked down at
his cup, and realized he hadn’t had any yet. He took a sip. His eyes widened a
fraction. Holy shit. “Eren,” he stated, staring intensely in the boy’s face.
“Yes?” Eren looked as if he regretted coming up with the tea at all.
“This is amazing. Who the fuck made that tea?” Eren’s eyes widened slightly and
then he went and fucking beamed. Little shit. “I did, sir. I’ve been told it
was good before, so I thought you might like it.”
Levi put his cup down. “You are bringing me tea every day. I’m getting you off
kitchen duties tomorrow.”
Eren cocked his head sideways. “You really like it that much?”
“Kid, if you can shit this out you’re well on your way to being a fucking
star.” Eren stared at him for a moment, clearly trying to understand the mental
image of the sentence, before breaking down. Suddenly, he was in a fit of
giggles, and Levi felt a pang of whatever it was he had been feeling earlier.
Chafed by this feeling, he narrowed his eyes and pushed the small pile of
difficult paperwork towards Eren. “Oi, shitstick. I was just about to tell you
to screw the paperwork and go celebrate, but then you start giggling at me like
a fucking drunk. You’re not leaving until you finish this pile, brat”
But Eren just smiled at him again, though he looked like he was fighting off
his laughter. “I don’t mind doing paperwork for you sir.” He said, before
taking the stack off the table and beginning to read.
Levi sat, tapping his foot, just waiting for the moment when Eren would read
the assignment and change his tune. But he didn’t. In fact, within seconds, he
was beaming again. “This is easy! I used to do this with my father when I was
younger. I had to collect the herbs and catalog them.”
Suddenly, Levi remembered the old district where he had worked, before the fall
of Wall Maria. “Your father was Doctor Yeager, was he not?” Eren nodded
solemnly. “I had to catalog the herbs we had collected so we could correctly
petition the wall elites for more,” he explained.
Levi rapped his fingers against the desk once. “Well then, Cadet. Looks like
you’ve found another permanent job in my office.”
Eren lifted his head up curiously. “You do these alot? I would have thought
Hanji would, because he likes science and stuff.”
Levi snorted. “Yes, I thought hhe would too. But then he decided they were too
boring, and started shoving them on my desk. He’s never stopped.”
It seemed like Eren let out a quiet snort of laughter, but Levi couldn’t be
sure. “You better not have giggled again, brat.” He mocked lightly. Eren shook
his head solemnly. “I wouldn’t dare laugh in your presence.” And then of course
burst into a fit of giggles again. Levi rolled his eyes and stood up.
“I assume the festival is starting?” Eren nodded. “It should have started ten
minutes ago, actually.”
Levi sighed. “Then scram. You did well. I suppose I should thank you for that
enormous plate of holiday pastries which I won’t eat.
Eren’s face flickered with disappointment. “Why not?”
“Because you brought me twenty one, shitstick. I may be humanity’s strongest,
but I’m certainly not humanity’s largest.” Eren opened his mouth and Levi felt
the short joke coming. He felt it and glared Eren into eternal silence. But
then Eren shook his head and said something else because literally no one could
make him shut the fuck up.
“Do you want to come to the festival with me?” he all but blurted out. Levi
noticed a dark blush working its way up Eren’s face, and sighed. An hour ago,
he would have firmly declined, but after Eren’s enthusiasm and hard work, he
almost wanted to. Almost.
“Eren. You know I’m not one for celebration.” Eren drooped for a moment,
visibly straining himself to come up with some better argument. Within a
moment, though, his eyes shot open with satisfaction. “I’ll clean the castle.
The entire castle. All of the decorations. And the stables.”
Levi lifted one eyebrow in disbelief. “I may hold it to you.” For a moment, he
contemplated, and then decided to just fuck it. “Alright, I’ll come to your
shitty festival. Just don’t think you can hang off my arm the whole time like a
fucking puppy.”
Eren fucking bounced as he opened the door. “I wont! I’ll probably be with
Mikasa and Armin anyway. I won't get in your way!” Levi frowned as he walked
out the door, shutting it behind them with a click. He hadn’t realized he would
have to find his own company during the festival. He had just assumed Eren
would be with him the whole time. Who knew the shitty brat had friends?
Levi shook his head. There was no need to get so attached to Eren’s company.
That couldn't be in anyone’s best interest. He resolved to find himself a good
pub and drink himself shitless, and maybe get rid of this growing affection. It
was a fucking bother.
“Let’s go, Eren,” he snapped a bit too sharply as they walked up the path
towards the citycenter, and the bright lights and jovial music, Eren trailing
contentedly behind him as Levi stewed in his own thoughts.
The first thing Levi noticed when he made it to the festival was that it was
still just as fucking cold as it had been earlier, and, the second thing he
noticed was that he had left his cloak back in his office. He cursed the name
of Eren and wondered why he had even come out. Especially without his cloak,
his informal day-clothes had no military insignia on them, leaving him as lowly
as a peasant.
Grumbling quietly, he looked around for Eren, but he was already across the
block, waving his arms at some kid or another like a deranged lunatic. Levi
decided his best course of action was to find the nearest bar and drink himself
silly, as his earlier plan had been. Ducking into a rather inconspicuous
archway, he found himself in a world transformed, a blessedly dim bar with dark
tables and quiet, know-nothing customers. Except for, of course, the three
people he didn’t want to see.
“Levi!” The excited voice rang around the quiet room, eliciting glares that it
didn’t notice because it kept fucking talking.
“Hanji,” he deadpanned. “My least favorite person.” His eyes flicked behind
him, briefly acknowledging Erwin, and Mike, “and the runner ups” he added.
He noticed Erwin glaring at him and smirked, walking over to where they were
sitting, and calling out for a drink.
“So, Eyebrows,” he drawled, watching Erwin narrow his eyes.
“Levi,” Erwin growled. His voice spoke of warning, and his eyes communicated a
threat. ‘Respect the hierarchy,’ they said. Levi communicated back. ‘Fuck
that’.
“Did you know,” he said lazily, “that because the military is disbanded for one
night, I don’t technically have to call you commander.” He leaned in close to
Erwin’s ear, with a dramatic pause. “Eyebrows.”
For a second, Erwin’s face was a battlefield, and then he lost. Bursting out
into deep laughter along with Hanji, he smiled. “Levi, you’re a little shit, I
swear. Why do I even keep you here.”
“Because I have humanity’s greatest ass, fuckface.”
“Exactly,” Mike deadpanned, and all was lost. Hanji was cackling like a wild
animal and even Mike was sniggering into his cup.
But then Hanji had to go do something stupid again. “Well, you’re a lying
hypocrite, Levi.” Hanji turned to Erwin brightly. “Did you know he had Eren
running around all day calling him ‘corporal’. He didn’t even tell the poor
kid.” He turned back to Levi with a glint in his eye, sadistic bitch he
was.“Just think, he could have called you shortstack and you wouldn’t have the
right to hit him”
Levi glowered. “Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have. Besides, he calls me corporal all
the time. Day and night.” Erwin snorted. “Like hell you’re fucking him.” He
stopped, furrowing his (large) eyebrows. “Wait, are you actually fucking him?”
Levi nearly spat out his drink. He coughed once. “Are you shitting me? Fuck no.
I was kidding”
“But you’re into men, and have you seen his ass, Levi?”
“It’s humanity’s second best” Mike agreed. Erwin laughed.
“He’s not a man, he’s a boy, Hanji.” Levi shook his head. “Besides, how would
you know I don’t like the fair sex. Seems awfully presumptuous of you.”
“Oh, please. Because when I was still a woman it was like you were afraid of
me.”
“Hanji, I’m still afraid of you. It has nothing to do with your gender- I can
assure you of that.”
Erwin laughed again. “Levi, you’re a fuckhead. The one and only time you
accidentally touched her breasts you washed your hands for two hours.”
Levi glowered. “Because who wants to touch to balls of fat hanging off
someone’s chest? Honestly. That’s beyond disgusting.”
His three most hated enemies shared a look before bursting into gleeful
laughter.
“Just admit it Levi.”
“You like men.”
“We’ve known for years.”
“Fools,” he scoffed. “It’s not the men I like, It’s the dick.”
Hanji looked mildly offended. Levi felt slightly happier inside.
“So it remains; are you interested in the boy, Eren?” Erwin asked expectantly.
Levi felt his chest tighten slightly. They were staring at him so expectantly,
and he didn’t have a clue what to say.
“He just wants to see his Titan,” Mike whispered gleefully.
They all burst into laughter.
Someone choked.
They ordered more alcohol.
Unfortunately, the more they drank, the louder they seemed to get, until they
had become something of a mild disturbance.
“If you would so kindly take your leave,” an uncomfortable barman told them
politely but firmly.
“And you can kindly fuck yourself in the ass sideways on a peppermint icicle,”
Levi answered.
“You smell like titan shit.” Mike said, and sniffed derisively at the man.
“Titans don’t shit” Hanji called.
“Thank you for your time, we were just going.” Erwin finally said. He threw a
few extra dollars over the counter.
And then they walked, well, more like fell, out into the open plaza.
If it had been cold before, it was frozen now. Levi cursed and pulled at his
shirt, trying to bring some semblance of warmth into his body. He glared at the
trio around him, who were wrapped in their winter cloaks. Hanji smirked at him,
but didn’t say anything else about the matter.
“I’m off!” Hanji declared (somewhat dramatically) before wobbling down the
street, Mike in tow, babbling about some game or another.
Levi turned to Erwin.
They were quiet for a moment.
“Thank you” he said solemnly, the sound feeling odd on his lips. It was an
uncommon phrase for him, especially towards Erwin.
Erwin just nodded. “I wish you would tell them these things, though. They trust
you. It’s been ten years.”
Levi looked out at the people, and the lights, and the music. He pictured Hanji
and Mike, and sighed. “Soon, Erwin. I just know what shit will happen when I
do.”
Erwin shrugged. “The masses need a savior, Levi. And lucky you, to fit the
part.”
Levi hummed sarcastically. “Yes, happy fucking birthday to me. I can’t wait
until they all find out. They’ll be shitting bricks.”
“You’re a hero. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
“You mean until I get eaten and they all realize that I’m just as fucking
mortal as the rest.”
Erwin smiled at him, a half-sad sort of smile. “Exactly.”
Erwin was shit at giving advice.
“Well, I suppose I’ll be off,” Levi announced after a moment. “I seem to have
become sober in the thirty eight seconds it took to freeze my balls off.”
Erwin laughed next to him.“Do you want my cloak, or something?”
Levi shot him a glare. “Fuck you and your superiority complex.”
“It’s not a complex when it’s true.”
Levi rolled his eyes. “Leaving now.”
He turned and walked away, ignoring the laugh he heard behind him and Erwin’s
last shouted ‘Merry Christmas’ as he turned the corner. Walking around
aimlessly for a while, he realized he liked the anonymity of his clothes. He
wasn’t a celebrity here, just another random passerby. Out of boredom, he
played a few of the games, ending up with a small bag of fruit and a long scarf
as his prizes. After all, most of these games were about titans. And he was
good at them.
After a few moments more of aimless walking (considerably warmer with the
scarf), he decided to make his way back to camp. After all, it was nearly the
middle of the night by now, and he would need to get up early in order to get
to the 3DMG grounds when no one was there.
But as he was almost at the exit, he looked, and saw a church. He couldn’t
explain exactly why he stopped and went in, except for that it looked so
nostalgic. Actually, very similar to the one in his town as a child. Because of
a whim. Whatever the reason, he stepped in quietly and took a small candle from
the usher near the door. Lighting it on the candelabra, he walked forward and
placed it on the step in the front. Stepping back, he tried to imaging what he
should wish for. Ending the titans? Getting a good lay? Nothing seemed right.
He snorted to himself, then. God, what was he doing. Lighting a candle in some
shitty old church and trying to find what, happiness? He should have known
better than to wish for something like that.
“Corporal!” A voice lifted him out of his reverie (and landed him square on his
ass in reality). He turned, and sure enough, there was Eren waving excitedly.
“What do you want now, brat?” he scoffed. “I thought I told you I didn’t want
you hanging off of me all night.”
Eren frowned. “It’s almost the end of the night though, and I haven’t seen you
at all. I just thought I’d say goodnight, and ask if you would come back with
me.”
Levi grunted in irritation. “And why the fuck would I come back with you,
shitstain?”
Eren looked almost offended. “Because you’re supposed to lock me up!”
Oh. Right.
Levi sighed, and walked out of the church, Eren following. “Alright, let’s go
back. But i’m not letting you sleep until you make me more of your tea.”
Eren laughed. God, that was fucking annoying. “Yes, sir. Can I drink it again
with you, sir?”
Levi opened his mouth to tell him no, fuck off. But then he remembered how nice
it had been before. How quiet and just right, and maybe he wouldn’t mind that
again. “Alright. Just don’t expect to be making this a habit, am I clear?”
“Yes sir!” Eren said again as they made their way down the path towards the
garrison, where Levi, once again, was brooding in his thoughts.
When they arrived back, Levi had gone straight to his office, and Eren down to
the kitchens to bring up more tea. As he paced the small room back and forth,
one thing had popped into Levi’s mind over and over. “Are you interested in
Eren?” plagued him as he actually truly considered the question from all
angles.
When it came down to it, Eren was someone who interested him. Alot, even. The
boy was enthusiastic and passionate, and honest to a fault. And if Levi was
honest with himself, and he was, he simply liked Eren. Very few people brought
out his comfortable banter, his apologies, even. And not one person had done it
as fast as Eren had. (Also, Eren had a pretty sweet ass.That was always a perk
in a relationship.)
And then Eren was knocking, and Levi said ‘Enter’ and Eren was standing in the
dim light, holding two cups of hot tea, and Levi could have just kicked
himself. Eren was beautiful, he was kind, he was as angry as Levi, but he was
only fifteen. How could Levi even imagine any sort of relationship with someone
so young? It would be wrong, depriving a child of his future (if a boy-titan
could have a future), and robbing him of his innocence (if the aftermath of the
survey corps left him with any). Levi sighed in defeat. His life was always too
fucking difficult, anyways.
At least Eren was more relaxed now. He wasn’t stiff or at attention. He just
handed Levi his tea with a smile and sat down on the fouton as if he belonged
there; as if he did this every day. Except this time, Levi was frustratingly
aware of every movement, every sound in the room. This time, he was the one who
was tense. “Are you interested in Eren?” the phantom Erwin mocked.
“Why weren’t Armin and Mikasa with you?” Levi finally asked, trying to fill the
void with some meaningless conversation. As much as he hated smalltalk, the
silence was worse.
Eren shrugged. “They left. They don’t really like festivals like I do.”
Levi raised an eyebrow. “Mikasa left you alone in the city. Why do I find that
hard to believe.”
This time Eren looked sheepish. “Well, I might have come back here with her,
and snuck back into town once she was asleep.” Levi snorted. That was such an
Eren thing to do.
They lapsed into silence again, and Levi picked up the bag of fruit that he had
won and thrown on his table, and began searching through it, impressed at the
exotic variety at this time of year.
He looked up and saw Eren’s eyes grow impossibly wide. “Are those fruits? And
cranberries too! We had cranberries, once, when I was a kid. They were really
good-”
Levi threw the bag at Eren, who caught it in confusion, putting down his tea.
“Eat the damn cranberries, for fuck’s sake.”
“Thank you,” Eren said. And he said it with such deep sincerity that Levi
wondered if it was really the cranberries he was thanking him for, or something
else. Something more. Something that Levi couldn’t understand. Because what
Levi was beginning to realize, was that he didn’t know Eren. The last few
months of fighting and occasional banter and military monotony was not enough
that he knew Eren, inside and out. But he was pretty sure by now that he
really, really wanted to.
“Christmas is my birthday.” he said casually. He wasn’t sure why he said it. He
couldn’t bring himself to tell Hanji or Mike, let alone the entire world, but
something just felt right about telling it to Eren. Eren, who was sitting in
his office at near midnight on Christmas eve, drinking tea and eating his
cranberries. Hell, it was the closest he’d come to a relationship in years.
Eren, to his credit, didn’t entirely freak out. His hands stilled, and his eyes
widened comically. “But I’m eating your birthday prize.” he whispered, in
horror. “Corporal, I am so sorry, I didn’t even ask...”
Cute, Levi thought.
“Shut up and eat, cranberry fucknut.” He said.
Eren nodded, but he didn’t eat anymore, and he still looked guilty.
Then Levi thought of an idea. A brilliantly horrible wonderful idea that was
either going to make or break this, whatever it was. He put his tea down
decisively on the table. He got up, and walked over to Eren. Eren watched him.
They were both quiet, as Levi plucked a cranberry from the bag and held it up
to Eren’s mouth.
“Eat” he said again, an invitation. Slowly, Eren moved forwards, and took the
cranberry from his hand, his eyes darting back and forth as if in anticipation.
Levi moved his hand to rest on top of Eren’s head.
“Am I interesting to you?” he asked quietly, somehow worried that his normally
abrasive volume might somehow ruin this moment.
“Yes” Eren murmured instantly.
There was a pregnant pause before Levi breathed again. “But do I interest you?”
“Yes” Eren answered again, without hesitation. Levi nodded, and leaned forward.
For a moment he stared at Eren, their faces merely an inch apart, his mind
strangely empty. He looked into Eren’s eyes, waiting for a confirmation, a
sign, something. But he couldn’t be sure, he couldnt tell. And so he hesitated.
But Eren, bless the little fucker, didn’t.
Levi was suddenly assaulted by a pair of overly enthusiastic lips. Eren was a
sloppy kisser, he noted. Levi slipped his tounge into Eren’s mouth and began
taking control, shaping Eren’s passion into something resembling a proper kiss.
The kid didn’t really need to be eating his face, if he could help it.
Eren didn’t hesitate to touch him, either. As soon as it was apparent that he
wasn’t going to be denied, his hands were running all over Levi’s body,
elicting from him a shiver. Levi closed his eyes into the touch. It was
surprisingly gentle for such a violent child. But there was no way Levi was
letting some kid get the upper hand just because he had made the first move.
Shuffling forward, he pushed Eren flat onto his back on the fouton while
simultaneously deepening the kiss. Bringing his hands under Eren’s shirt, he
flicked his thumbs over his nipples, smirking when Eren arched his back and
groaned into his mouth.
Separating their mouths, he pushed himself upright and straddled Eren, taking
his wandering hands, and bringing them above his head. Eren looked betrayed for
a moment, pouting and huffing like a kid separated from his candy.
But Levi had to be certain. He sighed down at the flustered mess beneath him.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Eren groaned, and thrust his hips up. “Levi, of course I do. Fuck, i've been
wanting to do this for a long time.” Levi raised his eyebrow disbelievingly.
He’d have to ask him later just how long.
“This isn’t something you can just do without thinking, shithead. There are
consequences.” he chided.
Eren snorted impatiently. “I could die tomorrow, for all you know. And then
what? Then I die a virgin and it’s your fault.”
As stupid as it sounded, Eren had a point. They were in the middle of a war, no
end in sight. And as Levi looked down at the flushing, willing body beneath
him, he realized; who the fuck cared? He really could be dead tomorrow. And
then he wouldn’t be interested.
“Alright, fuckface. We’re going to do this shit. But don’t fuck off in the
morning because you regret it or something, alright?”
Eren nodded solemnly. “I’ll still be right here with you in the morning.”
That’s fucking adorable, Levi thought.
“Shut up” he said, and licked Eren’s ear. Eren yelped, and tried to hide his
face, which had turned bright red, but Levi kept his hand locked around his
wrists, and over his head.
“Now, I don’t think I’ve ever told you you could touch me, did I?”
“That’s not fair,” Eren whined, squirming.
Levi chuckled, reaching his other hand down towards Eren’s pants, and squeezing
his dick through the cloth. Eren whimpered. Levi thanked the church and all of
it’s candles.
“Oi, we could die tomorrow.” He lowered his voice, leaning close to Eren’s ear.
“I don’t really have time for fair, now do I?”
Eren keened, and began rutting against his hips. Levi indulged him, rolling his
own hips up and down to match the kid.
He coudn’t help it. He let go of Eren’s hands, which came down immediately to
clutch at Levi’s hair like a lifeline. It might have messed it up, but he
couldn’t for the life of him bring himself to care.
Pulling away, he grabbed at the bottom of Eren’s shirt and pulled up, tugging
it away as fast as he could before folding it haphazardly over the futon. But
obviously those six seconds were too much for Eren, who was practically
growling. “Hurry up,” he snapped angrily, glaring up at him. Levi narrowed his
eyes, leaned down, and bit Eren’s shoulder. Hard.
Eren gasped- probably in pain, and he let go. Levi grabbed his chin, pulling
his face up to meet his stony glare. “Listen, fucktruck. If we’re going to
fuck, we’re doing it my way, not yours. At no time are you giving me orders on
my own couch. Am I understood?”
Eren’s eyes were molten as he whispered, “yes, corporal.”
Levi felt a heat go straight to his groin at the words and he groaned, and
began licking at Eren’s chest, his neck, his jaw, with his mouth, relishing the
frustrated moans above him.
With practiced movements, he reached his hands down to undo the buckles on
Eren’s pants, pulling them and his undergarments off aggressively, freeing his
quickly hardening dick.
He took hold of it with one hand, squeezing gently, and raked the other hand
over Eren’s chest. Eren screamed.
“Levi…” Eren managed to stammer out, gasping and groping at him. God, he loved
this kid. So fucking eager to please. “Shirt…. god… off.. please.” He grabbed
at Levi’s shirt, trying desperately to undo the buttons.
“I’m so glad you remembered to say please” Levi purred. He reached his hands up
to undo his shirt, elicting a whine from Eren as his throbbing erection was now
being ignored. “Now, now, don’t get needy” he teased, taking his shirt off as
slowly as he possibly could. Eren was practically begging under him.
“Levi… please… I need… please” Eren managed to get out. Levi noticed the tears
pooling in his eyes, and a sharp pang of pleasure went through his body so
great, that he shuddered. He ripped his shirt off the rest of the way - fuck
those buttons- and pulled off his pants, not even bothering to fold them as he
did with Eren’s. The stripshow could wait for next time.
Now, there was Eren, hot and needy under him and there was no way in hell he
was letting that go to waste.
“Eren,” he gritted out, “side table, top drawer, jar.” Eren nodded, breathless,
and reached up, groping at the table blindly before pulling out a jar of oil,
and handing it to Levi.
Levi shifted down inbetween the boy’s legs, feasting his eyes on the body
before him. Opening the jar, he dipped one finger in, and brought it, slick, to
Eren’s hole. Rubbing at the entrance soothingly for a moment, he fought for a
chance to control his breathing. “You know how this shit works, right kid?” he
asked.
Eren huffed. “I shared a barracks with eleven other guys in training. I’m
pretty sure I know how it goes.”
Levi narrowed his eyes and pushed the first finger in. Eren let out a cry of
surprise. “Mine,” Levi growled. “They’ll never touch you again.”
Eren cried out again as he pushed even deeper, working his finger in and out.
“I told you, I- ah- haven’t done it with- hnnng- anyone yet”
Levi pushed his second finger in, slowly scissoring. Eren whimpered. He ran his
hand down the boy’s side in comfort. “Then how do you know? Did you watch? Is
my Eren a little slut?”
Eren shivered at those words, and his erection jumped. Levi smirked.
Reaching forwards, he licked a line straight across Eren’s nipple right as he
added the third finger. For a moment Eren’s face flickered in pain as Levi
searched, but then he felt it. And pressed. Eren screamed, and his eyes rolled
back. “What exactly w-was that?” He asked breathlessly, eyes wider than ever
before.
“That,” Levi murmured against his skin, “ is the reason why we’re doing this,
kid.” He pressed again, relishing Eren’s moans.
After another twist of his fingers, he removed them, causing Eren to whine. He
scrambled up, and slicked his member with the lube. Lining it up with Eren’s
entrance, he gave a small push, letting just the tip go in. Eren stilled,
tensing up. Levi reached down to kiss him. “Relax. This only works if you
relax.”
Eren nodded, and visibly breathed out. Levi took this as his moment, and
snapped his hips forwars, letting his dick sheathe itself fully inside. Eren
let out a shout of pain, and shivered. Levi stilled for a moment, controlling
his need to move. He kissed at the two tears that had rolled out of Eren’s
clenched-shut eyes, and then across his face, and his neck. “It’ll get better”
he murmured, kissing across Eren’s chest. “I promise.”
After a slight hesitation, Eren nodded. “You can move now, I think,” he said
hesitantly. Levi wasted no time. Pulling back, he snapped his hips forwards
again and groaned at the movement. Gripping Eren’s hips tightly, he began
thrusting in and out.
Eren’s face changed in a split second as Levi hit his prostate dead on. He
tilted his head back and wailed, so wanton that Levi almost came right then. As
it was, he was close. He grabbed at Eren’s dick, and began pumping it in time
with his thrusts.
He bit at Eren’s collarbone again, and Eren scraped his nails down his back,
making Levi groan. He bit down harder in retaliation, sucking and nipping until
he had made a large angry purple splotch on Eren’s neck. “Mine” he growled
again, as he felt his release beginning.
Eren thrust into his hand erratically, and Levi barely had the presence of mind
to issue a “come now, Eren” before his orgasm hit him dead on and he saw stars.
“Eren,” he hissed, as the boy contracted around him in his own release,
spraying his seed across his belly. Eren was much louder than him, letting out
a wailed, “Corporal” and various “Levi’s” and “oh God’s and “please’s”.
Levi stilled, simply breathing for a moment before pulling out and rolling over
(very gracefully, thank you) over to lay next to Eren. Eren sighed and looked
at him blearily. “That was nice,” he said. Levi let out a bark of laughter.
“Well good to know you think it was nice. Nice. Fuck, you’re precious.” Eren
snorted and rolled over.
“Are we just going to stay here?” he asked timidly, after a moment. Levi sighed
and reached over to pull down the folded futon blanket. “Yes,” he said,
throwing it over them,”unless you have some sort of issue with it.”
Eren pulled the blanket up to his neck and hummed. “Mno. I like it. Your office
is nice. But I’d like to see your room sometime.”
Levi leaned over to stroke Eren’s hair. “I guess we could do it properly next
time. In a bigass bed, or some shit. We’ll see.”
After only a second of hesitation, he wrapped his arms around Eren’s torso.
“You’re not leaving tonight. You’re going to face the consequences, tomorrow.
You’ll see.”
Eren didn’t answer for a long time. When he did, it was something Levi wasn’t
really expecting.
“What’s Christmas for? Like, what’s it mean?” Eren asked.
“Dunno, kid.” Levi thought for a moment. “The way they told us, it was to
celebrate the savior, or some shit.”
“What savior?” Eren asked.
“Don’t interrupt, shitstick. I’m telling you a story. Anyway, they say someday
someone’s going to come and save us all. Fuck up the government, get rid of the
titans, end this whole mess. Supposed to happen on Christmas or something.”
Eren snuggled into him. God, the kid was fucking cute. “I like that. Anyway, I
think it’s you.”
Levi let out a bark of laughter. “Yes, because I’m definitely the hero type.
Not likely, kid.”
“You’re mine,” Eren insisted stubbornly, resting his hands on top of Levi’s.
“You fucked up my life and made it better.”
“That was the stupidest, sappiest shit I have ever heard, you lovable fucknut.”
“I’m glad we found each other,” Eren whispered a moment later.
Levi hesitated for a moment, before sighing. “Me too, Eren. Me too.”
And then Eren giggled. Levi’s chest swelled with uncontrollable affection- and
for a moment he thought it might burst.
Fucking precious.
When Levi woke up, he was surrounded by the smell of cinnamon and peppermint,
and had a large warm body curled up by his chest. Also, he realized, looking
around blearily, he was fucking cold, because some shitty brat had taken his
blanket.
Ripping it out of the kid’s hands irritably, he wrapped himself in it, ignoring
the (now awake and also cold) Eren’s grumbles as he tried to take it back.
“No fucking way, kid.”
“But Levi,” he whined, tugging. “I’m cold.”
“Listen you special snowflake, You should have thought of that earlier when you
took it”
Eren turned and pouted at him. “I’m sorry?” He asked, hopeful.
Levi sighed. This kid would be the death of him yet. He opened his arms. “Just
get in.”
Eren laughed triumphantly and wrapped his arms around Levi like a vice. After a
few seconds, he peeked his head out of Levi’s chest. “I’m not a special
snowflake,” he frowned.
Levi couldn’t help it. He laughed out loud. “Of all the things I’ve called you,
you comment on that one? Nope, it’s staying, kid.”
Eren stuck his tongue out at him, and then smiled. “What are we doing today,
corporal? It’s your birthday after all”
Oh yeah. The second day of the festivals. Christmas day. “We’re eating those
pastries you brought me yesterday. And making me tea. Then if you’re good we
might go out.”
“Together?” Eren looked hopeful.
“Yeah, together.” Levi resigned himself to a day of being dragged around by an
energy ball. Oh well. It could be worse.
“By the way,” Levi smirked, “how long exactly have you wanted me to fuck you?
Because I’d like to know, and you never elaborated last night. Though you might
have been otherwise occupied.”
Eren turned bright red and groaned. “Since you saved me in the courtroom,” he
muttered.
“Oho!” Levi raised an eyebrow. “So, ‘i’ll train you like a dog’ gets you off?”
Eren squeaked and buried his head in his chest again. “Yes.”
“I’ll definitely remember that for later. Like, tonight.” Levi chuckled.
He brought his hand up to run it through Eren’s hair. God, it was so soft. They
were quiet for a moment.
“What are we doing?” Eren asked, finally.
Levi sighed. “I don’t know, kid. I could die, you could die, just. Enjoy it.”
Eren paused, then looked up at him. “Then can you do the same?”
“Listen Eren, I’ll do the best I can.”
Eren nodded, and looked resolute. “Then enjoy Christmas too. Because you have
to be here. So make the best of it.” He titled his head sideways. “Christmas
isn’t really that bad for you, is it, Levi?”
Levi looked down at Eren in his arms, at the peace and love in his expression,
and he let himself smile at him. Just once.
Christmas really wasn’t so bad, after all.
End Notes
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