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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:
      ereri, Spanking, Community:_snkkink, Male_Solo, Masturbation
  Collections:
      Kitana's_Kink_Meme_Collection
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-15 Words: 1498
****** chapter and verse ******
by ashley-amelie_(kitana)
Summary
     Levi has strict rules about alcohol consumption in his unit – the
     Special Operations Squad needed to be ready at all times to respond
     to crisis – but Oluo and Erd had told Eren not to worry.
Notes
     Written for an Anyone/Eren spanking prompt on snkkink @dreamwidth.
Eren’s been standing in Lance Corporal Levi’s office for over 20 minutes now,
waiting to be acknowledged. He’s been holding his salute obediently, making
sure to not do anything that might set his superior off further. Eren knows
he’s in tremendous trouble; Levi has strict rules about alcohol consumption in
his unit – the Special Operations Squad needed to be ready at all times to
respond to crisis – but Oluo and Erd had told him not to worry, and teased him
mercilessly until he’d drank half of Oluo’s flagon in a few gulps to get them
off of his back.
It made Eren feel hot, flushed, and little dizzy, but he still felt in control
of himself. It wasn’t too bad and he’d be down in his basement room soon
enough, anyway. So he didn’t expect to bump into the Corporal and nearly fall
over in his attempt to salute the man, nor did he expect Levi to be able to
smell the vine on his breath when he addressed him. Damn.
And now here Eren is, tension making his muscles ache as he waits. Levi has
never done this before, ignored him, and Eren isn’t sure what to make of it. He
tries not to let his gaze wander, watching Levi as he sorts through a stack of
papers on his desk, scribbles with his pen, and continues to frown. He wants to
be prepared. Yet as soon as he looks away, focusing instead on the expanse of
blue sky he can see through the window behind Levi, Levi deigns to recognize
his presence.
“Eren.”
Eren’s eyes snap back to Levi. He struggles not to bit his lip from
nervousness. “Yes, sir?”
Levi leans in his chair and crosses his legs. He watches Eren for a moment,
cheek resting on his fist. Eren would mistake Levi’s expression for boredom if
he didn’t know any better, but he does, and realizes that he has no idea what
is on the Corporal’s mind.
“You’re aware of the rules I have set for the Special Operations Squad, aren’t
you, Eren?” Levi says, holding Eren’s gaze.
Eren swallows and responds, “Yes, Corporal Levi, sir.” He doesn’t dare break
eye contact.
“Then you’re also aware that I hold full discretion for the punishment related
to breaking those rules?”
“Yes, sir,” Eren answers. He hates that his voice betrays the twisting
trepidation in his gut.
“Good,” Levi says, standing up from his chair. He walks around his desk to
stand in front of Eren. Arms crossed, he says, “Now, if you know all of this,
tell me – why did you disobey me?”
“Sir, I, uh,” Eren hesitates, breaking eye contact with Levi to look away as an
embarrassed flush creeps up his cheeks. No matter how he phrases it, he’s going
to sound stupid. The Corporal clears his throat. Eren knows he’s not going to
ask again. He blurts everything out as fast as he can.
“I was being teased and I wanted to prove myself, sir.”
“Really,” Levi says dryly. As Eren suspected, that isn’t the answer he
expected. “That is how a child acts, not a soldier.”
That only makes Eren blush harder with embarrassment; the last person he wants
to think of him as a child is the Corporal. He doesn’t want to look up and see
the disappointment on Levi’s face so Eren keeps his eyes downcast as he
mumbles, “I know, sir.”
Levi closes the distance between them, grasping Eren’s chin to force him to
meet his gaze. “Clearly, you do not.” He lets go and steps away to the side, so
that the area between Eren and his desk is clear. “And since you insist on
acting like a child, your punishment will be a reflection of that. Hands on the
desk.”
Bewildered, Eren steps towards Levi’s desk and places his palms flat on the
desk. For a moment, he can see Levi from the corner of his eye, then the
Corporal moves out of his line of sight. Levi’s hands on his hips startles
Eren, and he lets out an undignified yelp when his hips are pulled away from
the desk, forcing him to bend over to keep his hands flat on the desk.
It’s then that the nature of his punishment dawns on him.
“Corporal Levi, sir, you can’t mean,” Eren stammers out, arching his back and
craning his neck to look over his shoulder at his superior officer. Eren gets
the clink of his 3DMG buckles as Levi undoes them in response. Eren’s never
gotten a spanking before; not even once, despite all of his fighting and his
incorrigible mouthiness. He remembers being grounded inside and being made to
go to bed without dinner, but not this.
“Sir!”
Eren protests further when Levi hooks his fingers into the waistband of his
pants and pulls. Eren’s pants and underwear are halfway down his ass and Levi
pauses there. His fingers are warm where they touch, ever so slightly, against
Eren’s skin. Levi’s voice is cool and calm when he speaks.
“Are you planning to disobey this order as well?”
Eren feels his whole body flush with shame. He drops his gaze to the desk in
front of him. “No, Corporal Levi, sir.”
“A wise choice.”
Levi pulls Eren’s pants all the way down to his knees and Eren hisses as his
bare ass is exposed to the air and the Corporal’s scrutiny. He feels Levi’s
hand press against the small of his back, calloused but, surprisingly, not very
rough. The lower half of his body is completely exposed and part of Eren is
beyond mortified at being bent over the Corporal’s desk like a naughty kid, but
the other part of him is excited by the newness of the experience.
Eren is unprepared for the first slap across his ass, the loud smack of Levi’s
hand against his skin making him cry out more so than the sting. The next
couple of slaps come in quick succession; reflexively, Eren tries to squirm
away from them but Levi’s hand on his back holds him still. Caught between duty
and Levi, Eren has nowhere to go.
Each smack is swift and precise, with Levi never quite hitting the same spot
twice. Tears well up in Eren’s eyes despite his wishes, his legs trembling as
he tries to say still. Levi is alternating slaps across his cheeks and each
strike stings worse than the last, melding together until his ass is throbbing
and he’s biting his lip to keep himself quiet.
Then, as abruptly as he started, Levi stops and withdraws his hand from Eren’s
back. Eren lets out a shaky breath. He flinches when Levi touches him again,
this time his palms pressing flat against Eren’s ass. Eren hazards a look
behind him at the Corporal again, blinking away the remnants of tears. He
catches Levi’s eyes and is stricken by the intensity of them; he licks his
lips, mouth suddenly gone dry.
There’s a hint of pink across Levi’s cheeks, something Eren would later even
question he saw.
His skin tingles where Levi’s hands rest and it’s then Eren realizes that he’s
hard, achingly, embarrassingly so. If he could’ve melted into the floor right
then, he would’ve. He’s spared this time, as Levi looks away first. He steps
back to give Eren some space and crosses his arms. “I hope you’ve learned your
lesson, brat. Dismissed.”
Hastily Eren pulls up his pants, wincing a little as the fabric slides against
his sore skin and his still very erect cock. He slides on his 3DMG buckles and
flees Levi’s office as fast as he can while still looking moderately dignified.
Eren makes a beeline straight for his basement quarters, taking care to avoid
bumping into someone unnecessarily. Who knows what kinds of rumors would spread
if someone caught him blushing, half-hard, and disheveled. As soon as he is
inside of his room, Eren leans against the door, reaches into his pants and
takes out his cock.
His eyes slide closed as he works his hand over his dick, bringing it to full
hardness. The look he saw on Levi’s face is seared behind his eyelids. In that
instant, Levi could’ve done anything he wanted to Eren, and Eren knows he
would’ve gone along with it just as long as Levi would keep looking at him like
that, like he was the fucking sexiest thing the Corporal had ever seen.
Eren’s other hand comes up to cover his mouth as he pumps into his fist, ass
aching dully every time a jolt of pleasure goes through him. It doesn’t take
long before his hips are stuttering and he’s coating his fingers and palm in a
sticky, white mess. Breath ragged, Eren doesn’t think he’s ever come so hard,
so fast in his life.
He totters over to his bed and collapses on it, suddenly feeling drained. He
closes his eyes.
He’ll clean himself up later.
He’ll think later, too.
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