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Adventures in Yeager-Sitting	By : zombiekillerzero Category: +. to F > Attack on Titan /Shingeki No Kyojin Views: 3067 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: I do not own the rights to Attack on Titan. This story is slightly AU. It contains spoilers, language, sexual themes, and yaoi.
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Adventures in Yeager-sitting
Levi was standing at one end of a sun drenched meadow. It was a clear, cloudless day, and the sun was brighter than he'd ever seen it. As if it felt it was running out of time to shine. He couldn't quite make out the figure in the distance, but he knew who it must be. This dream always started out this way. He stepped forward, and kicked up the scent of wildflowers. Looking down; he was barefoot, but the grass was soft and springy under his feet. She was calling his name from that long way across, and Levi wanted to run and throw himself in her arms.
His next step, the flowers reached out their petals like tendrils and snaked around his ankles. He stumbled and fell face first into the velvety underbrush. Looking behind him, the plants had turned into hands, intent on dragging him away from her. Digging his elbows in, Levi struggled to pull himself forward. Something bad was about to happen; he could feel it pitted in his stomach, and could sense it in the way the wind whipped at her long ebony hair. He had to get to her. Dark clouds rolled in as he kicked and yanked his way out from the restraints. His body felt leaden as he stood and tried to resume running, but it was too late: there was a crackle of thunder, and the woman was rent apart by lightning.
It took real restraint not bolt upright in bed this time.
Levi took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his racing heart. The sheets were twisted around his legs, and remembering the strange flowers, he kicked them away and rolled over. This was the third time this month he'd had the dream, and it became more vivid every time. It was getting to be simpler to avoid sleeping entirely, despite his constant exhaustion. He'd arrived home from an escort mission sometime around midnight, and had only slept a few short hours before the nightmare. A cold sweat covered his body, and with a sigh, Levi rose from bed. He crossed his spotless quarters and extracted a white shirt and cotton shorts from his trunk. Pulling them on, his tired brain rationalized that a walk around the district would clear his head. The evening was warm enough that he donned harabi instead of his uniform boots, and left his Corps jacket hanging on the wall.
This time of night, when the streets were empty, Levi enjoyed walking through town. At the very least, there was no one around to mutter obscenities or criticize the actions of the Survey Corps during the “J-L Event”; as Wall Sheena citizens were now referring to the events of three months ago. He let out a deep sigh and pushed his frustrations aside, concentrating instead on watching the bricks pass under his feet. He tried not to think about things like Hange's repeated failed attempts to rouse Annie. Or all of their fruitless experiments to break her crystal. It was maddening to think of her sleeping soundly, giving Levi lessons in stoicism he hadn't realized he'd missed.
It had been quiet since Annie's capture. No titans had attempted to breach the wall, and the citizens were still outraged at the damage inflicted on Stohess District. Recovery had been slow throughout the muggy heat of summer. Nearly every day had Levi supervising the teams responsible for rebuilding the infrastructure, or escorting laborers back and forth from the settlements.
He came to the base of the hill at the center of town. This was one of his favorite spots, with the river coiling down on one side. Its trickle calmed his fatigued brain as he began trudging up. An ascent to the peak and back down would round out his wanderings, and then he maybe he could go get some sleep. The sight of his feet walking through the grass made Levi's heart start pounding again. That damn dream! How many more nights would it steal from him? Reaching the top of the hill, Levi leaned against the wooden fence and closed his eyes. The air was calm and cool on his face, helping him to think clearly. He knew that eventually, he'd have to let the monster out from under his bed and deal with his nocturnal issues; but for now he was too tired to care.
“Heichou?”
Levi knew that voice all too well not to recognize Eren Yeager. He didn't even need to open his eyes, but doing so revealed the brat heading his way from the opposite side of the hill.
Normally, Eren would have stood at attention and saluted immediately. Tonight, he prefaced it by sniffling and wiping his eyes quickly on his sleeve.
They held each others gaze until Levi inclined his head, and Eren relaxed.
“Who let you out of your quarters?”
Eren noticed a lack of the usual icy disdain in Levi's tone. “N-no one. I couldn't sleep...” He rubbed the back of his neck and averted his eyes.
“Why?”
Eren hesitated to answer: Levi had spoken so quietly, that Eren wasn't sure if he'd said anything at all. If he hadn't asked; what Eren wanted to say would come out sounding like a confession, instead of an answer. But what did that matter to him? He sighed. Levi would judge him either way. “I have nightmares, heichou.”
Levi slowly turned his head to look at Eren, his expression unreadable.
Eren's face grew hot. “I see all people who are dead because of me. I watch them die again and again every night.” He looked at his feet. “Sometimes, I dream that I can't control myself, and I kill everyone I love.” This came spilling out of him, the one thing hadn't been able to admit to Mikasa or Armin.
From the state of him, Levi could tell Eren had been on edge for a while. He had a drawn look about him,with his shoulders hunched and eyes cast down. It was too dark to tell, but Levi would have bet that he and Eren shared the same dark circles under their eyes. He wanted the boy to calm down, so he walked over and put his hand on Eren's shoulder. “You wouldn't do that.” Levi squeezed. “You're not...that stupid.”
Eren laughed dryly as Levi let go. Almost mechanically, the captain turned and set off down the hill, motioning for Eren to follow.
“Yes, sir.” Eren sighed and tried not to feel ashamed. He knew it was only a matter of time before he got caught sneaking out. He'd been lucky to have been given his own quarters, though the council members who'd voted 'nay' on the issue had been very outspoken about it. He couldn't blame them. The fight with Annie had created a lasting atmosphere of panic and suspicion, and Eren proved to be an easy outlet for the townsfolk.
“Leave him unsupervised?! And risk the lives of the entire town!?”
Eren shook his head to dislodge the flashback. The vote had been 5 to 4 in his favor, and it disturbed him to think of how some people saw him. A freak. A monster who couldn't be trusted. Something as simple as his living conditions required a three day debate. It had only been settled on the terms that he live in the basement, in the same building used to lodge the remaining members of the Survey Corps. That said, it hadn't been easy for any of them. The political backlash against the Corps had been severe enough to strip them of the privilege to venture outside the wall until Annie could be awoken and subjugated. Until then, they were to assist the Garrison and Military Police with reconstruction.
Lost in bitter thought, Eren was following the shuffling of Levi's sandals. It wasn't like the captain to drag his feet...
“Sir?”
Levi spared Eren a glance over his shoulder.
“What are you doing out at this hour?”
Before he could throw out a singing 'none of your business', Levi's ears picked up on boot steps running their way. He had a brief second to get behind Eren and subdue him by the wrist. “Heichou!” Eren protested and tried to throw him off, but Levi's grip was steel.
“Eren Yeager! Stop or we will shoot!” Three Military Police Brigadesmen had caught up with them, their rifles all cocked and pointed at Eren and Levi.
There was a tense moment during which the two parties sized up the scene. The MP's would have been under order to monitor Yeager. Or, someone had seen him leave his quarters and reported it.
“Don't you think...you're making kind of a racket?” Levi's tone had returned to its sub-zero sarcasm.
The squad leader stepped forward, sneering at Levi. “This doesn't look too promising, captain. Yeager is under lock-down from sunset until dawn.”
“And here I've brought him back, safe and sound.”
The second MP, a young woman, scoffed. “It's not his safety we're worried about.”
Eren made to retort, but Levi twisted his arm to silence him.
The squad leader shouldered his rifle and looked down his nose at Levi. “Lucky you found him first.”
Levi narrowed his eyes. The implication was enough to set the vein in his temple throbbing, but he controlled it. “I'll be taking him home. Now.”
Eren didn't have time for the word 'home' to sting him like it usually did before Levi compelled him to walk.
“Hold up, Levi! This breech of curfew won't go unreported.”
Levi looked over his shoulder as a breeze moved the hair from his eyes. “Then report it. Do your duty.” He urged Eren forward again.
The squad leader issued orders as soon as Levi's back was turned. “Zanza, escort them back to his quarters. Humer, draw up the documents and prepare a deposition.” The two MP's saluted and branched off, with the woman following a few steps behind Levi and Eren.
Levi did not relinquish his grip on Eren until they'd reached his room, despite his struggling. He waited for the MP to depart before giving his warning: “Don't expect the repercussions to be kind. Or fair.”
“Repercussions?!” Eren protested. “I didn't do anything – ”
Levi grabbed Eren's collar and pushed him up against the wall. He'd had enough of the brats whining for one evening. “They will use any excuse to lock you up.”
“Heichou...” Eren's heartbeat quickened.
“Or worse. Understand?”
Eren could only nod. Despite his small stature, his captain still intimidated the shit out of him.
Levi released him and backed off. “Good.” He said shortly, and turned to set off for his own room.
Something seemed to snap in Eren's heart. He was exhausted, frightened, and hadn't seen his friends for weeks. Now, the only person left who could even begin to console him was walking out. And if Levi didn't understand, no one would. “Heichou!” Eren cried out and lunged after him in a fit of desperation, catching Levi around the waist.
The captain paused, intent on dismissing Eren with a thump over the head, but he wasn't prepared for what whimpered into the silence: “Please...don't leave me alone.”
Levi sighed and hung his head. He couldn't see Eren's face; couldn't even turn to look at the pathetic boy clinging to him. It was a bad idea for about a million reasons, but...he empathized with the brat. And, he was tired.
“Fine.” He breathed. “Just this once.”
Instead of releasing his grip, Eren embraced Levi, burying his face into the small of the captains back and murmuring “Thank you.” Combat training had not prepared Levi for this kind of intimacy, and for a moment, he was so tired that he didn't know what to do or how to shake Yeager off. Thankfully, Eren let go and stood up to open the door.
His basement room was small and almost dismal. A single bed, a sink, and a small chest of belongings. Levi was too tired to be appalled. Yeager motioned toward the bed, and kicking off his sandals, Levi collapsed into it. Eren blew out his candle and laid down next to him, trying to ignore his still-racing heart. He took a deep breath and marveled that he was sleeping next to Captain Levi, of all people.
It should have been Mikasa. But she had been drafted to escort a segment of the Garrison Regiment on a trip to replenish supplies. With all of the frenzy about public safety in the capital, the populace was frothing for reconstruction to be completed as quickly as possible. Subsequently, the squads had to expand their supply routes beyond the walls, and the best available soldiers were chosen to protect them on their mission. Mikasa was leading the team in Levi's absence; as he had been on the last leg of a different escort at the time.
Eren didn't see a great deal of Armin either. When he wasn't assisting Hange in her bunker, he was meeting with Commander Erwin for strategic planning meetings. None of this involved Eren, who spent his days taking orders from the Military Police to chop wood or stack munitions; whatever menial task they could use to keep him busy. Little by little, it felt like the world was shutting Eren out, leaving him alone in his tiny room.
Except tonight, he wasn't alone. Eren sat up on one arm, thinking how wild it was that Levi had acquiesced to his plea. He didn't want to fool himself and entertain the thought that his captain had softened towards him. Levi probably still thought Eren was a brat. A brat who threatened everyone and everything around him with his freak power. But here he was, literally sleeping with his enemy. And Levi was out, he hadn't stirred at all when Eren shifted closer to get a better look.
Eren realized this was the first time he'd seen Levi out of uniform. It was much easier to admire his silky hair and sharp collarbones when he wasn't glaring. He had foregone the sheet entirely, and was sleeping with one arm resting above his head. Eren let his eyes wander to the bit of taut stomach exposed by Levi's position, and swallowed against how appealing he found the image.
On impulse, he brushed Levi's bangs from his forehead. His hair had the same light, silky feel as Mikasa's. Entranced, Eren stroked his hair again. He liked being this close to Levi. He could feel the heat radiating off of him, and hear his rhythmic breathing. It was calming; like the sound of rain against a windowpane, and it encouraged Eren to lie down and match his own breathing to the pace.
Levi rolled over and presented Eren with a first class view of his butt. It was no wonder Levi was the strongest soldier alive; his slim frame was practically all muscle. Eren couldn't help but feel safe next to him. Safe and happy.
Wait...happy?
That was an odd thing to think about one's captain. It wasn't his usual reverence of Levi the Super Soldier; but relief to have this man, of all people, supporting him.
Eren's tired brain whispered that if he was in for ounce, he should be in for a pound. He slung his arm over Levi's chest and closed the tiny gap between them. Content, he closed his eyes, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.
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Levi woke up slow. He was warm, and comfortable. The mattress was softer than he was used to, and his whole body felt relaxed. He'd actually slept, and his desire to lie in bed all day had never been more profound. The only window was facing south, so the room was still caught in twilight. Levi didn't notice that the pillow smelled different until he'd closed his eyes and snuggled back into it. That brought him to full consciousness, and made him aware that he was not alone. In fact, he was being snuggled by persons unknown. Levi did not have trysts, so he could only assume it was an extremely perverted assassin.
Well now, he couldn't have that. Levi gripped the arm firmly by the wrist and flipped his assailant over. He mounted the fiend and restrained his hands. For good measure, Levi's other hand went for the throat and started to choke. It wasn't until he looked the attacker in the eye did he realize who it was.
“...stop...” Eren was sputtering, and Levi released his grip. He did not however, return Eren's hands or dismount.
Eren hated the cold, scrutinizing glare boring in to him. His heart started racing at his proximity to Levi, and aided by a flashback of last night's ogling, Eren flushed.
“What is the meaning of this?”
Eren gulped. “Of what?”
The captain lowered his head to Eren's ear and hissed “Why...am I in your bed?”
Levi's long bangs ghosted against Eren's neck, and Eren couldn't help himself for feeling aroused. “I...asked you to stay...”
The memory came flooding back to Levi, and his grip slackened on Eren's hands. Eren was having trouble focusing on anything other than Levi's hips, which remained firmly pinning his own. The pressure admittedly felt good, and Eren leaned into it.
Levi pulled back. “Stay?”
Eren pursued him and pushed himself up on his elbows. The resultant friction drew a gasp from him, and he felt himself grow hard. Levi too emitted a groan, a noise unlike anything Eren had heard him make before.
Time seemed to stall when the two men locked eyes. Levi felt plagued with uncertainty. He only realized the position he'd put them in at Eren's arousal. It had felt good when Eren rubbed against him, and Levi unwittingly returned the favor. Pleasure shivered through him, even as Eren tilted his head and pressed his hesitant lips against Levi's.
Levi had never been kissed before. The tingling feeling that rushed through him felt like an electric shock, especially when Eren's hand slid up around his neck and pulled him closer. The pressure of his lips, combined with the teasing way Eren was stroking behind his ear nearly wiped out Levi's inhibitions. He thought he would have pulled away when Eren's tongue probed against him and slipped into his mouth, but it only encouraged him to grind into Eren again, who broke the kiss and gasped “Levi...”
Unwilling to let it slide, Levi groped for Eren's hands and pinned them above his head again. “Is that...how you speak...to your commanding officer?” He dragged his lips slowly across Eren's throat, punctuating each question with an aggressive nip. Eren bucked his hips in response to the cruel teasing.
“N-no...Levi...”
Suckling at his collarbone, Levi allowed Eren one free hand. In response, Eren groped Levi's ass, marveling in the feel of all that tight muscle between his fingers. Levi gasped, no one had ever done that to him before. Who did Yeager think he was? It was time to reassert control: Levi snatched Eren's hand away and re-pinned it. The boy struggled this time, desperate to feel his way down every inch of Levi, but he couldn't break the grip. In fact, Eren forgot everything he'd learned in hand to hand combat when Levi slipped his free hand down his shorts.
“Heichou!” Eren cried, and bucked his hips again in an effort to make Levi touch him.
Levi pulled away from bruising Eren's neck. “That's right Yeager...” His wandering hand was stroking its way up Eren's thigh. “...it's always...captain Levi,” and he closed his hand around Eren's throbbing shaft.
Eren moaned again, louder this time. “...Levi, heichou!!” Levi teased Eren's cock with just his thumb, and Eren arched his back in pleasure. He'd never been touched like this before, and all rational thought left him when Levi tightened his grip and stroked him from head to hilt. The boy sighed and shuddered, biting one corner of his lip. He groaned, and wrenched his hands free to slide them under Levi's shirt and dip his fingers in the grooves that shaped Levi's abs.
It was the Levi's turn to cry out. The insolent brat had found his most sensitive area. The way Eren touched him did not tickle, but instead threw fuel onto his own growing arousal. Eren looked at him, his eyes dark with lust and his breathing ragged. Levi stroked him faster, and the boy moaned and clutched at his back, digging into his skin. “Heichou...don't stop,”
Stopping had yet to occur to Levi. He was running on pure instinct, enjoying the little cries Eren choked out as he writhed helpless underneath him. He liked the way his name slipped out, like a beg for mercy. And Levi didn't have a merciful bone in his body. In fact, he wondered how Yeager would take it if he just...removed his hand, and pulled away from Eren's half-embrace.
Eren's eyes snapped open and he fell back on the bed. Levi reveled in the flush of the boy's cheeks and the drip of sweat down his forehead. Eren turned away from him and whimpered.
“If you want it...you'll have to beg for it.” Levi sat back on his haunches and appeared to contemplate Eren's erect penis. As though curious, he placed his index finger on the tip and caressed it with a feather-light touch.
Eren covered his face with his hands and sighed “...please...”
“Not nearly good enough.” Levi rooted his fingers into Eren's hair and pulled, just for kicks.
Eren felt near death with need. His every nerve was aflame with desire, and he was so close, damnit. He fanned his fingers, locked eyes with Levi and sighed “Please, heichou...touch me.”
Poised to respond to the delicious plea, Levi barely had a hand on Eren when a knock came pounding at the door.
“Eren Yeager! Open up for the 52^nd squadron of Military Police!”
Panic crossed Eren's face. He glanced at the door, and then back at Levi on top of him. The MP knocked again. “You are hereby summoned to a tribunal by the Wall Sheena Council!”
This hardly registered in Eren's brain. Where was there room to worry about a hearing when he was about to be caught with Levi's hand on his dick? “You have to hide!” He whispered, shoving Levi off of him and scrambling out of bed.
Levi surveyed the bare room in two swift glances. “Where?”
“Under the bed! Hurry!”
Disgusted, Levi had no choice but to drop and scurry under the bed. He did his best not think about when Eren last swept, but the thought was quieted when two pairs of boots entered the room. He heard the familiar clack of rifles being unslung from shoulders. Why would they send two armed officers at the crack of dawn? 'They must not want a scene...'
“Are you deaf or just stupid? You've been summoned-” Levi recognized the voice of the squad leader from last night.
“I heard you, asshole. I'm coming,” Eren snapped. “Can I least get dressed first?”
There was a moment of silence in which one of the boots left the floor, and its owner kneed Eren in the stomach. Levi felt an unprecedented pang of jealousy tighten his chest.
“I'd watch your tone, Yeager. We're not all as forgiving as your sissy captain.” Levi ignored the sleight and watched as another boot drew back and kicked Eren in the ribs, collapsing him. “Five minutes, freak.” The boots turned and departed, slamming the door behind them.
Winded, Eren coughed and got back to his feet. “Scum...”
Levi extracted himself from under the bed while Eren fumbled his way into his uniform and harness. The opportunity to discuss what had just transpired seemed to slip away with every buckle Eren fastened around his legs, and Levi let it happen. He didn't have anything rational to say just yet; it was far easier to cross his arms and brood.
Instead, it was Eren who attempted to break the tepid silence. Pulling on his jacket brought to mind the memory of the merciless beating he'd taken from Levi before being inducted into the Survey Corps. Had Levi been any less impassioned, Eren knew his fate would have fallen to the Military Police instead. Even last night, Levi had been careful enough to stage the scene when the MP's had shown up. It seemed to Eren that Levi was always pulling his ass out of the fire, and that made what they just did in bed feel...different.
“Heichou-”
The captain held up a hand to silence Eren. There was nothing the boy could say that Levi wanted to hear. It was doubtful he would have even heard it, what with so much shame ringing in his ears. He opened his mouth to explain, but nothing came out; so Levi merely shook his head.
It was unsettling, the way Eren's forehead wrinkled with shock. He appeared a much older, wearier man; and the way he hung his head suggested that the pain Levi had inflicted was only a fraction of what he had already been forced to shoulder. Levi expected him to cry, but instead Eren laughed; a short, sarcastic chuckle. He ran his fingers through his sleep-mussed hair before he looked up, charged across the room and used one arm to pin Levi against the wall.
A fire was burning in the green eyes that held Levi's, and he found he could not look away. He'd only seen Yeager look that way when he talked about killing titans, but here and now, something was different. Levi did not have time to contemplate what it was, as Eren's free hand tilted his chin and kissed him again. He was less vigorous than before, and Levi's eyes fluttered closed at the gentle contact. Eren savored the way Levi's lips stuck to his own when he pulled away slowly and whispered: “In case I don't come back.”
And then, he was off of Levi. On the other side of the room. Swinging his emerald cloak around his shoulders. Exiting the room and closing the door swiftly behind him, so Levi wasn't seen.
Several moments passed where Levi listened to their boot steps recede down the hall. When they had gone, he put his head in his hand and heaved a deep sigh. He should have just let Eren speak instead of cutting him off. At the very least, that would have made the already messy situation easier for Levi to process. “That idiot...does he ever know when to keep something in?” Levi muttered, and pushed off of the wall. Eren's room was filthy and he was barefoot. He'd been under the bed. Scoffing in distaste, Levi donned his shoes and left, racing down the hall and up the stairs to his quarters.
He was able to relax a little when he'd shut his door and slid the deadbolt into place. It took a half-second of being in the room for him to note the differences in Eren's living conditions versus his own. Levi's accommodations were by no means luxuriant; but his suite was spacious and comfortably furnished. It felt as near home as any other brick and mortar that had housed him since his parents died.
But Levi wasn't about to think of that. Nor was he going to think about what he had just done with Eren Yeager in his bed. Or how Eren was sure to have a love bite peeking through the drawstrings of his shirt as a result. Or, that Eren was probably already at his hearing and being judged. Scowling, Levi smacked his forehead three times. He just needed to put it all this Yeager-business out of his mind. He dropped to the floor and began his daily calisthenics with push-ups. There were chores to complete before he reported for duty, and Levi did not want a moment to go to waste. If any did, he was bound to acknowledge the restless anxiety that bubbled in his heart, like water on a rolling boil.
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Yes, Eren calls Levi 'heichou' because in my head, that sounds sexier than captain.
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