#levimonth24

Erwin heroically takes the brunt of the damage, so at least his furniture is spared.

(Levi didn’t need to spend the rest of the afternoon scrubbing down the already scrubbed-down living room.)

Hange’s shout is shrill, the realization hitting them like a full-throttle freight train.

“You’re what?”

“He said he’s seeing someone,” Erwin answers in monotone before Levi can even try. 

The tall blonde extends a hand to leisurely grab the napkin cradling the bottom of his tea saucer. In true Erwin fashion, he doesn’t even blink at Hange’s dramatics — or their consequences unto him.

He raises the napkin to blot the side of his face sprinkled with a mixture of freshly-brewed lavender tea and Hange’s saliva.

(Then again, Hange could abruptly bang pots and pans in the middle of the night and Erwin would merely call it a minor inconvenience to his sleep routine.)

“No, no, I heard what he said,” Hange recovers with a crack to their voice, “but I can’t tell if he’s messing with us.”

“I’m not,” Levi flatly states.

“Okay, but how do we know?”

“Hange—”

Except it’s Erwin intercepting once more. “Because he would never pretend to have a significant other when one of his closest friends happens to be you.”

Hange squints, pushing their glasses up the bridge of their nose.

“Why? ‘Cause I joked that I’d stalk him the next time he finally found a date? That was one time, Erwin.”

Erwin rolls his neck to the right, offering Hange a pair of thick, disbelieving eyebrows.

“Technically speaking, Zoe, you threatened to stalk either of us if you caught even a sniff that we could be in the midst of a romantic pursuit. Plus, we’re well aware of the disguise kit collecting dust in the trunk of Moblit’s car.”

An instant shit-eating grin passes across their lips.

“Ha. Fair.”

If Levi’s eyeballs could roll any further into the back of his skull, they’d get stuck.

“However,” Erwin adds, those bold blue eyes flickering back towards Levi, “it doesn’t explain why we were in the dark until now. At the very least, we should hope you would feel safe enough to confide in us about someone you are serious about dating.”

Yeah. 

Out of his two friends sitting across from him, Levi figured Erwin would be the most suspicious of the surprise announcement.

Now that it’s been a few days since That Fateful Night, he doesn’t feel as self-conscious to confess his new reality.

It was as good of a time as any to rip the proverbial band-aid off.

(Besides, it was only a matter of mistakes before his friends learned the truth for themselves.)

Hange, Erwin, Moblit — they’re his only remaining connections tying him to this city. The others from his gym days have all found offers in other towns, returned to their old homes—

Moved on.

Meeting Erwin Smith in boot camp changed the trajectory of his life, for better or worse. 

Levi had known the man longer than he knew anyone else — but only by a few days and some change, considering he was destined (Hange’s words, not his) to meet the hyper scientist and their subdued partner, Moblit, in the army as well.

Then, as if attached to the hip, all four of them agreed to work at Erwin’s gym.

When that fell through, Erwin found the Scout Services Hotline.

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    The announcement came to him one summer evening with a printed job description and a six pack of beer.

Levi assumed Erwin’s confession on taking a sex hotline job had been one weird, shitty joke.

Picturing stoic, pragmatic Erwin Smith telling people how to fuck themselves in their bedrooms late at night for the almighty dollar felt obscene. 

Hell, it was obscene.

Levi didn’t want to consider his oldest friend in such a compromising position, but there it was laid before him without shame or fear of judgment.

Becoming a part-time sex worker for Erwin was as noncommittal as taking up a fleeting niche interest — like exotic bird watching or crocheting sweaters for fucking cats.

“At the gym, we improved upon people’s lives,” Erwin had told him while sipping his beer, staring out to the city sightline from Levi’s balcony. “Who has the authority to say this job isn’t doing something similar to those who may be lonely?”

“You would make yapping on a damn sex hotline prophetic,” Levi scoffed in return. “Selling some shitty porn script a dozen times a night sounds like the closest you could get to Hell.”

“I disagree,” Erwin argued without heat. “When I interviewed, they stated every employee is given the ability to do as they please. To show their strengths and make it their own.”

“Bullshit.”

“It isn’t.” 

Erwin rested the beer bottle on the knee of his trousers. 

“Flexible work hours give me the ability to find another place the gym can call home. The pay would certainly cover any initial costs after several years.”

“Several years?”

Levi frowned, sitting up straighter in his chair.

“Erwin… c’mon. Just take a second to listen to yourself.”

“I’m only offering a chance for you to do the same. You may not be fond of people, Levi, but you’re loyal to a stubborn fault.”

Erwin gave him a sidelong glance.

“I know you won’t put in applications to go to any other gym.”

“Tch.”

A dismissive sound was all he could muster at the time.

He always hated how Erwin could open the cavity of his chest and put his damn bleeding heart on display.

“Who says I haven’t been window shopping to pass the damn unemployment time?”

“I wish you would,” Erwin replied with a heavy sigh. “Your skills are better when in use, not lying waste with the rest of us.”

“Hange and Moblit’re doing just fine.”

Hange, a self-proclaimed babbler, returned to Paradis University to make headway on some fascinating research projects side by side with Moblit. 

It was where they belonged, really.

“Fine, then lying waste with me.”

After a beat, Erwin slid his hand across the space between their chairs and held out a slip of paper.

"Look it over. Really sit down and think about what you did for our fighters and see where I’m coming from. You have a knack for leading. Of making people believe in themselves at their lowest."

He made it a point to stop. Stare.

Levi bit his tongue, meeting his friend's stern gaze.

"Conventional or not, you would still be helping people. Even if it’s a job for a month, at least you’ll be putting a hell of a lot of money in your pocket. It's better than waiting for my signal to move on.”

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    The bastard was always great at a rousing speech.

That night was the night Levi plugged in the damn website and read the job description.

By morning, he had submitted his application for a part-time hotline employee that included an .mp3 file auditioning his voice.

Erwin must have told his boss that he had a life-long friend possibly interested in the position, because by that night?

Levi Ackerman had a job.

A night turned into a month.

A month turned into six. 

Six to a year.

Suddenly denying begging, pleading people from their chased orgasms became as second nature as completing an Excel sheet.

Yet nothing else changed.

Levi still kept to himself.

Considering the friend group worked odd hours — Erwin with his own clientele, Moblit working towards his Masters, and Hange testing the scientific project of the week at the same university when unsupervised — it was easy to.

Wake up. Work out. Eat. Run errands. Clock in for work. Clock out. Eat. Sleep. 

Repeat.

Routine.

Hell, a lot of his life worked like a well-oiled machine until you showed up.

Now his world is slightly spinning off-axis, and he knows:

Without talking to his friends about his (uncharacteristically selfish and) impulsive decision, everything could very well go up in flames.

(Because when it comes to sticking matters of the heart and Levi Ackerman in one room, the former never walks out.)

After a pregnant pause in this three-way stand-off, Hange leans in, pressing both hands onto the tops of their thighs. 

“So when you say you’re seeing someone, you mean like… romantically?”

“As opposed to what?” Levi flatly asks.

“Well, seeing someone could mean anything, especially for you,” Hange reasons. Levi’s eyes narrow when Erwin gives that short huff of air through his nose like he’s stifling a laugh. “You could be seeing someone about finally fixing your dryer.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m just saying, romantically isn’t the first idea that comes to mind!”

“I have to agree with Zoe,” Erwin finally states, shifting his blue eyes to Levi’s. “You never mentioned that you had met someone in our group chat, and you haven’t made any changes in your schedule that suggest otherwise.”

Levi can’t help but scoff.

“Oh, so now you’re following Hange’s goddamn Google calendar?”

That fucking calendar.

The ‘we’re so busy but we can’t lose touch just because the gym went under’ calendar hastily made at two in the morning and sent with a declaration of war if no one accepted the invite.

All four of them did.

(Then again, Moblit didn’t have much of a choice.)

“I check on occasion,” is Erwin’s short rebuttal, before sitting up straighter. “But the former argument stands: you didn’t tell us that you were dabbling in the dating scene.”

“Wouldn’t really call it dabbling, Erwin,” Levi huffs, picking up his tea cup by clawing the rim of the ceramic. “Shit just kind of happened.”

“Uh-uh,” Hange interrupts. “We’re not playing coy right now, Levi. I want details: name, height—”

“Occupation,” Erwin agrees.

“Where they’re from.”

“If they have siblings.”

“Do they live near here?”

“If they’re allergic to cats.”

An involuntary grimace passes over Levi’s face.

“Ooh! We also need to know if they like tennis,” Hange adds excitedly. “Don’t trust someone who likes tennis, spectator or player. They’re always too put together with an underlying layer of batshit crazy.”

Erwin halts mid-sip of his tea. 

“...I like tennis.”

Hange’s thumb and middle finger sharply snap. “Exactly.”

Enough.

Levi hastily pushes his black fringe out of his eyes with his free hand. “I— No, Jesus, can we stop speculating about her?”

“Why?” Erwin challenges.

“Because I told you what you needed to know,” Levi challenges without tripping over his words. “And I’d prefer to keep the rest of myself.”

“Ah, her.”

When he turns his attention to Hange, there’s a wicked glimmer in their eye.

Well, fuck him.

Too much has already been said.

Hange whistles low. 

“So how recently was this fair maiden introduced into thy friend’s life?”

“Don’t start talking like a freak, Four Eyes,” he warns them while they suppress a cackle between pressed lips. “And — fuck, fine. If no one is going to let it go—”

“We aren’t.”'

Erwin interrupts, making it two against one.

With a set glare at his blonde friend, the smaller man sinks further into his chair and sighs with reluctant resolve. 

“I… met her a few days ago. It...”

Trailing off, he sets his tea cup down to rub at his temples with one hand.

This is going to bring on a headache. 

He really doesn’t need it on a work night.

“You’re both going to have an opinion on the how, and trust me, so do I.”

Hange’s face screws up in confusion, but he sees it out of the corner of his eye.

Erwin grows still. Contemplative.

Yeah, he knew this was going to go terribly.

“Huh?” Hange whips their ponytail back and forth to look between both men, smacking themself on the sides of their face. “Why wouldn’t we approve of how? Is it one of the old fighters?”

Levi scoffs, dropping to sit back in his chair. “I’d rather choke.”

“Then I’m not following. You don’t even talk to cashiers at the grocery store.”

“When did she call the hotline?” Erwin asks, cutting straight through the bush instead of beating around it.

His stare is almost indiscernible. Stern.

(Protective.)

The lightbulb clicks. Hange finally settles their attention on him. 

“Whoa — wait, she’s a…”

“Former client,” Levi confesses after Hange trails off. “Emphasis on the former part.”

The room grows silent.

Levi doesn’t have the capacity to see Hange’s true reaction, because he’s keeping eye contact with Erwin.

Their own telepathic argument bounces back and forth like that very proverbial tennis ball Hange had so teasingly laid down.

The ethics of it all;

The logistics of what it could mean for the future;

The gravity of this choice and knowing its weight is crushing him.

Erwin’s gaze softens a fraction.

Levi’s shoulders relax, if only a little.

“And how did that opportunity come to pass?” the taller blonde finally asks, but it isn’t as harsh as Levi anticipated. 

Hell, it’s curious.

Willing — to not judge; to hear him out.

“Accidentally stumbled into her at the bar down the street,” Levi confesses.

Stumbled is an understatement.

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    “So then — what does this mean?”

He doesn’t know.

God, he has no fucking clue.

Just like he had no fucking clue you’d be at this bar tonight; that you not only lived in the area, but in the same goddamn building just a few floors south.

You were meant to be a fluke thing.

A moment of weakness.

An anomaly he could solve like every other problem in his life, one he could reason to death and move on from once you realized that this hotline is a slippery slope to financial debt.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t meant to be real.

The calls, the laughter, the exchange of stories felt real, but that’s the selling point.

Imagining idealism.

He could send as many discounted invoices as he could to management to ease the cost of your calls, but there was only so much he could do from his position.

Still—

That being said, he wanted this.

For the first time in a long time, he wanted something.

Ever since Erwin’s gym went under and the staff were forced to find something else in the interim, Levi Ackerman turned off his emotions. His passion.

Money was tight. 

Bills were bills. 

But there are worse things to do than apply to a remote-working sex hotline with the promise of flexible hours, medical insurance, and the opportunity to get away from people for a while.

Maybe he hadn’t realized he was simply going through the motions of buying a morning tea at the coffee shop down the street. 

Maybe he hadn’t noticed that his drive to push himself to the brink of exhaustion at the gym all but disappeared.

Maybe he existed to simply exist.

Then you called.

Petra had pinged him to let him know that there was someone looking for a deep voice — not surprising — with a tendency to overtalk and overthink.

Easy.

Those types always cave the second you call them a pet name or sprinkle a little praise.

Yet you burst into his life like a damn firework to the face and he’s never recovered since.

Being nervous is a staple on these calls. He’s heard every justification in the book just as he’s witnessed people use the hotline like they’re robots.

You wanted to talk.

Petra doesn’t send people to him if they want to talk.

(Did she know, somehow, that he needed this?)

Conspiracies aside, the last two weeks became some of the best of his life.

Now you knew his face, and he knew yours.

And Christ, you were beautiful. 

Your voice was one thing — like a soothing balm to his insomnia — but your face nearly took him right the hell out.

Even in the mirror backsplash of the bar, he couldn’t stop staring. Didn’t want to, not when he finally saw what he wanted right in the palm of his hand.

So he was honest.

Honest about his life, his job, his black hole of an existence — maybe to scare you away so you’d choose better than a guy like him.

That he was the first to break the rules.

That he was sorry, because you weren’t looking for more baggage after a shit breakup with a shithead of a guy.

You didn’t care.

So he decided to rip a page out of his goddamn advice book:

Be selfish.

“Well, if you don’t get too wasted with your friends tonight—”

Autopilot.

Everything is on autopilot when he picks up that damn pen and starts to scribble on a napkin, allowing his nervous system to suckerpunch his logic right out the damn window.

“—and you end up going to the gym tomorrow—”

Bail.

Bail, bail, bail, before you make a damn fool of yourself, Levi Ackerman.

He doesn’t.

He straightens his spine, folds the napkin, and reaches for your hand. 

The heat of it almost makes his stomach clench.

If he were bolder, then maybe he’d steal you away from your friends. Keep asking questions to make you talk more. Watch as your eyes light up about your favorite things—

He can’t. Won’t.

You’re with your friends. He’s already taken enough time away from them for you.

“—give me a call.”

Maybe he’s chickenshit for running, but at least there’s a part of him brave enough to leave him his personal cell number in the palm of your hand.

Before you can say anything, he drops some money on the counter to pay for both drinks and a tip and leaves to walk home.

To contemplate.

(Assuming you likely won’t call. He wouldn’t blame you.)

The night air leaves a sobering sting on his cheeks as he steps outside.

It’s considerably quieter than the cramped space of the bar, but cabs bustle in the street.

His pocket vibrates not once but twice.

(So not a text.)

Fishing his phone out, Levi squints at the ‘Unknown Caller’ ID staring up at him.

He swipes right to accept said call, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hello, Levi Ackerman speaking.”

“Hi, Levi. It’s formerly Scarlet.”

His heart falls out of his ass.

Whipping back around to the tinted windows of the bar, Levi can’t help but look for that now-familiar face.

You’re blocked by an endless sea of conversations and bodies, but he still searches.

“My schedule just opened up,” you tell him from the other side of the line, your voice airy like you hold a secret. “I know it’s a little late for some coffee, but — are you free for some tea now?”

Shit.

Maybe he should be giving the headset for the hotline over to you.

“Depends,” Levi exhales. “Any shop worth a damn is closed at this hour.”

“Shit, you’re right.”

He liked it when you cursed. 

Hell, he liked it when you weren’t afraid to be yourself around him the most.

“There’s a pop-up shop about six floors above yours,” Levi reasons with a shrug he assumes you can’t see; autopilot, “if you don’t mind walking a neighbor home.”

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    “You said that?”

Hange, now at the brink of teetering off of their chair, gawks.

Levi blinks twice, realizing he’s given more of the story than he wanted to.

That they know it’s serious — dead fucking serious for him, actually — and that you’re his neighbor.

Yeah, he didn’t believe it either until you said yes.

“What?” Levi asks. “Something wrong?”

“No, that was just fucking smooth, dude,” Hange whistles low, impressed. “Pop-a-button-and-open-a-window kinda smooth. Holy shit.” They thumb towards Erwin. “You teach him to talk like that!?”

“Self-taught, I’m afraid,” Erwin hums. “Can’t take the credit.”

Hange flops back into their chair unceremoniously. “Jeeeez.”

“Six floors down, then?”

There’s a rare tint of pride in Erwin’s tone, like there’s a joke somewhere in that question he isn’t saying. 

Levi immediately narrows his eyes.

“Yeah. She’s been my fuckin’ neighbor all this time, if you can believe that.”

He sure as hell can’t. The fact that you’re six floors away — have been — has kept him up at night.

He could run down there right now and show you off to his friends.

He could leave you home-cooked meals if you’re running behind at your office job.

He could do a lot of things, but—

“Is she requesting you to end your time at Scout Services?” Erwin asks, interrupting his trailing thoughts.

Levi’s stormy eyes meet a contemplative, oceanic stare.

“...no.”

A beat passes.

Despite his trepidation, he explains himself.

“She’s not asking me to quit it. Says she gets it, a job’s a job, but I don’t know how true that’ll be in the long run.”

“And you believe her?”

He knows Erwin’s skepticism isn’t unfounded, but it sets a fire in his belly.

Questioning you, the newfound gravity keeping him grounded on planet earth.

(You're just a stranger to him, too, at the end of the day, but you don't feel like one. Not really.)

“I can’t expect anyone to stay neutral about what the fuck it is we do, Erwin," he reasons diplomatically. "I can say everything on my mind and put it on paper, but I’m sure the doubt will still creep in. Everything’s too new to tell. It won’t be easy, but it…”

He sighs, running his hand once more through his straight-and-narrow black hair. 

“I just need you two dumbasses to keep me in check. I can’t—”

Hange frowns, and he hates the sympathetic tone they take when they say his name. 

“Levi—”

“Four Eyes,” Levi interrupts stronger yet weaker in resolve, effectively shutting down their protest, “I can’t fuck this up. So don’t let me.”

The air grows thick, like winding vines corrupting the foundation of a tree.

Levi glances between the two of them, nostrils flaring with unspoken difficulty.

Erwin is the first to nod. Wordlessly, but he does.

Hange sighs with conclusion not a second after and nods, too.

“Am I at least allowed to ask one thing?” they chirp, holding out one slender finger to the sky. “Just one teeny, tiny thing — yes or no.”

A part of him really wants to say no.

A part of him really wants to say this conversation is over before he gives them anymore concrete information about you as he navigates these uncharted waters of being a not-so-normal boyfriend to a very-normal-ass person.

He fights.

Fails.

“...fine,” he grumbles. “The fuck’s the question?”

Hange perks up, all too smug.

“Did the pop-up shop six floors up line work?”

The memory blossoms in the back of his skull.

His body warms as if trapped under an electric blanket, heat setting cranked a little too high. 

Instinctively his eyes flicker to the front door of his apartment.

Like you’ll burst in at any moment with your work bags and stress and the hope that he’ll have the same soothing balm you’ve gifted him, hands at the ready to fix your problems for you.

He hasn’t wanted much.

He’s never wanted much, but—

Shit, if he doesn’t want to be good to you.

“...something like that.”

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Author's Note:

AHHHH HI EVERYONE! WE'RE AT IT AGAIN WITH MODERN!LEVI SHENANIGANS! How are we feeling to be back?

I seriously cannot believe we're here. I've never done a sequel before, but the demand was overwhelming and I couldn't help but agree: we could do with learning what happens after the final call.

Levi keeps speaking as the first meeting with you flashes in front his eyes. He remembers it vividly. You were in Erwin's room, your hair was tied up in a loose bun some locks were framing your face. You were wearing a casual long white skirt with a short sleeved white shirt.

White, his favourite colour.

"'I'll be in your care, captain.' She said with a genuine sweet smile with a great curiosity and excitement that the captain immediately fell for her. It's not the fact that she was pretty as an angel but the fact that her smile was so innocent and so genuine that the captain couldn't help but feel his heart beating louder than usual. For the first time he was dumbfounded. He was speechless for the new fluttering feeling in his chest that made him feel overwhelmed."

He smiles softly again as he notices the kids are looking at him with widened eyes. Some of them are even blushing.

Levi still doesn't understand why kids love romance stories so much... But he continues anyway.

"She was a medic, in other words the Captain's healer. The captain was her protector who saved her life countless times. It took some time but she fell for the captain too and did her best to heal him. Mentally and physically. She was the only person in this world who knew everything about the strongest soldier."

Levi takes a deep breath as he looks at the kids to make sure they're understanding his words. As he notices there are no confused expressions on their faces, he continues again.

"The captain loved her. A lot. And that's why he always was worried for her. He trained her personally, he knew she would be fine but accidents happen..."

Levi smiles as he looks at the excitement and the curious expressions of the kids. But still they remain silent, waiting for him to continue.

Tolerable brats.

"The accident hurt the captain's lover a lot. She was on the verge of dying. But luckily she was taken to the finest hospital inside the wall and they completely healed her up. She was ok."

Levi remembers it very well. How furious he was when he found your body, covered in blood and rushed to the hospital, with you in his arms. He was so furious on you, on himself, on this world. He was so scared of losing you that he literally threatened the doctor that if you die, he'll kill them. He lost his sanity.....

Levi still remembers how you tried to calm him down, how you assured him as always and told him you were ok. How his worried kiss turned into a passionate one, how he made love to you on the hospital bed which he never imagined he would ever do. He was scared, intense and deep and was trying to go as deep as he could.

*******Flashback*********

"I love these."

Levi huffs as he feels you planting kisses on the various marks littered on his chest, some old, others new, all from the expedition. After the intense love making session, he has cleaned you both up and now both of you are just cuddling.

"Tch. Why would you love these?"

He murmurs as he watches you tenderly run your fingers over the different scars on his skin. It doesn't make sense to him what can be so appealing about his injuries.

"Because they make you 'My Levi'."

There you go again, always killing him with your words. Your smile, your kindness, your touch and anything related to you never fails to make him happy.

God! He loves you! So much!

"You're such a sap, brat."

He can't help the small smile that forms on his lips as he gently grabs your hand and presses a light kiss on your knuckles.

"For you."

You smile as you speak and get on his lap while he is leaning on the headboard.

"One day I'll marry you and give you kids. Mark my words."

He stiffens up a bit at your words. The thought of getting married isn't something Levi would ever think of himself but when you are sitting there on his lap, holding him tight and nuzzling your nose against his, it sounded tempting.

"Tch, good luck with that…"

Though he says that, he can't stop his brain from trying to visualize what you'd look like in a wedding dress.

"I'll drag your ass to church."

You say confidently but he doesn't reply. He is picturing, imagining. The thought of you in a pretty white dress and a flower crown in your hair makes a shiver run up his spine.

"What makes you so sure I'd say yes?"

He asks in a playful tone, raising an eyebrow at you while grabbing your waist with both his hands.

"That's a tough question but I'll figure out something to blackmail you, don't worry. But if I die before that, you'll be saved."

His smirk falls immediately, his face now becoming stoic. Though you know how much he hates talking about death, you still do that sometimes. He grabs your hips harshly.

"Don't joke about that."

He says in a stern, no-nonsense tone, staring deep into your eyes. But suddenly your face falls and you speak in a low voice like you're admitting committing an unforgivable crime.

"I haven't told you yet.... But I..."

You bite your lower lip, bending your head down.

"I don't have much time."

You sound… sad. He doesn't like seeing you like that, and he especially doesn't like the fact that you just said 'you don't have much time'. If you're gonna joke about the topic which is most sensitive to him....

"I've recently discovered..."

Before he can even get the chance to scold you, you speak up.

"I have Muscular Dystrophy. Last stage."

Did you say that you have an incurable disease? You are sick? And you are in the LAST STAGE?

The realisation makes his blood run cold. All of his instincts tells him to do something, anything, to take action and fix it. He’ll kill death itself to extend your life. He doesn't think he can handle losing you.

"T-That…that is…how long…?"

You hug him, hiding your tears and bury your face in his neck.

"Probably not more than a month? I don't know... I can die anytime considering my age. It's a miracle that I'm still alive."

His arms are wrapped around you, holding you tight against his chest. A month. Just a fucking month until he will lose you for forever. A month is nothing. He still hasn’t asked you to marry you, he hasn’t made you his wife, he hasn’t given you the life he has promised you. All the things he wants to do, all the plans he has with you…he can't fit them all in 2 months.

"F-Fuck… A month?… Just a month?!"

"Life goes on, Levi You'll move on too. I'm giving you the permission to fall in love again, you're free to marry and have kids with someone else you'll love."

You try to smile but he can see how hard you are struggling.

Move on? Fall in love again? Have kids with another woman? How could you say that? How can you think that he can ever fall in love with someone that’s not you? How can you think he can ever have kids with somebody other than you.

"Tch… You brat… Don't say things that you don't mean…I won't move on…I won't ever love anyone else again…I don't want anyone that's not you…"

Levi's words make you sob immediately. You hug him tightly as if he's the only one thing you can cling to.

"I'm so sorry.... I never wanted to leave you alone in this world. But I don't have any other way. I'm helpless."

He holds you tighter against his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you as you cry into his shoulder. He hates this. He hates how you're sobbing and clinging onto him like your life depends on it. And he hates the fact that he can't do anything to fix it.

He is hating everything in this moment. The world. The fact that you're sick. The fact that you will eventually perish. The fact that he can't change it. He feels so useless, so helpless. All he can do is hold you tight and murmur in your ear.

"I don't want you to die either…I don't know why… The world just… It's cruel… Life is cruel… It's not fair…"

He says and cradles you against his chest like you're something fragile and precious, because you are. He still doesn't know how you were able to hide this from him until now and the fact that you have always acted so normally, even he couldn't understand that something was wrong.....

His hands grip your hips even tighter, the fear of losing you making him cling to you even more in an attempt to not let you go.

"Can you.... Can we leave the scouts for a month? Can we just spend the time alone? Just you and me?"

At your request, he nods immediately, without hesitation. He'll do anything to spend time with you at this point.

"Yeah, we can leave. Wherever you want to go."

Time flies by as you and Levi spend your time together in a cottage, away from chaos. He was planning to surprise you with this after proposing to you, but the situation has changed. Like planned, he won't be able to spend his future with you and it pains him every time when he remembers that.

He has been laughing with you, smiling at your goofy jokes, being amazed by your beautiful voice, holding you close, spending the nights kissing you, making love to you in the sweetest way possible. Also he's being more scared knowing that you would leave him any day now.

Levi is sitting by your bed, staring at you as you sleep. He can see the paleness on your skin and your thinning body, a constant reminder of the fact that you are slowly dying. He reaches out and gently caresses your cheek, his heart aching as he thinks of the fact that this might be the last time he'll see you asleep like this. He hates it. He hates this so badly.

He leans in and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering over the cool skin of your face. You are looking so weak yet peaceful like this, a far cry from how you usually looked. You were always so lively, happy, and energetic. Seeing you like this, pale and weak, looking like a mere husk of your former self, is killing him inside.

He sighs softly as he watches your eyes move under your eyelids, signifying that you are dreaming. He continues caressing your face, his fingers tracing your features, his heart heavy in his chest. He was about to take his hand away but your eyes starts to slowly open, and he freezes when you smile widely. The way you always used to, the smile he always misses....

"I was dreaming about you."

Levi lets out a soft sigh at your words, smiling faintly when you grab his wrist. Your hand feels so frail and cold in his palm.

A painful reminder that you're in the last stage.

"You were? What about?"

He asks, his voice unusually soft.

"A girl was playing with your hair while a boy was using your chest as a punching bag. When I entered the room both of them looked at me and called 'Mama'. I smiled and hopped into the bed with you three. It was a winter night and it was snowing heavily outside. We were cuddling together under the blankets. Four of us."

Levi swallows the lump that’s suddenly formed in his throat as he listens to your words. He can almost picture the vision of the dream you’ve just described. The thought of having small, little children bugging to him, makes him ache a little.

"It was a beautiful dream"

You say and smile as your eyes tears up. Levi gently uses his free hand to wipe your tears away as you begin to cry.

"Doll… Don't cry…"

Suddenly your breathing gets heavier and you grip Levi's shirt tightly.

"Levi, I'm not feeling good. Please don't leave me."

He swallows a lump in his throat, keeping his arms wrapped around you and his face buried in your shoulder, his grip around you grows slightly tighter.

"I won't leave you…I promise I won't. For now you just need to keep breathing…Your breaths are shaky… Just breathe in and out… Slow… Steady… In…. And out…"

He whispers, trying desperately to keep his voice from shaking. He's trying hard to keep himself under control, to not let his fear show, because you don't need to see how absolutely terrified he is of losing you.

"I wanna see mom... Dad... God it's so cold"

His arms tighten around you even more, pulling your body closer to his, trying to heat you up. His heart is breaking at how hopeless you sound, how you're asking to see your parents.

"I know…I know… It's cold… But I'm here…I'll keep you warm… Just relax… Don't talk so much… Save your energy… And try to breathe..."

He says and raises his head from your shoulder. Your face is pale, your body is cold. His blood runs cold as he realises the moment is near.

"Levi.... Everything is starting to get blank.... I can't see you... It's cold... I can't feel you... Where are you? I love you, baby.... Please don't leave me."

You murmur and Levi's voice breaks. His eyes become teary.

"I love you too. I'm here. With you. God I love you."

A sob breaks escapes his lips unintentionally at the last line and he kisses your face to make you feel that he's here.

"Please don't cry... I can feel your tears. I'm just happy that you're with me. I'm glad, I fell in love with you. And you fell for.... Me."

Levi can feel your voice starting to fade, life slowly draining out of you. He can feel the exact moment your breathing stops and he panics, shaking as he tries to wake you up, anything to bring you back to him.

"Hey, no…no…no…don't you dare…Doll…d-don't do this…don't leave me…DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME. Please…PLEASE…don't die…DO NOT DIE ON ME."

For the first time in his life, his brain is completely blank. He can't do anything except hold you, his entire body shaking as he tries to wake you up, but he knows that it's hopeless. He knows that you're already gone, that he's far too late.

He doesn't know how long he spends with your lifeless body wrapped in his arms, his eyes tear-soaked as he keeps hoping to see you move even a little, just another sign of life, but he gets none. He stays there, holding you in his arms, staring at you wordlessly, his heart feeling like it's being squeezed in a tight grip. You're gone now, and he's left all alone, to exist in a world where the love of his life is gone forever.

********* Flashback ends*********

"So after his lover's death, he totally focused on killing the titans. He dedicated his heart only to make the world safe. And that's his love story."

Levi finishes his story and gives them a bitter smile. The kids are silent, some of them are pouting, some of them even have tears in their eyes. Some even sobs making Levi sigh.

"Listen brats I don't know if you guys will be able to understand it now but here's some advice. Before you love something you should remember that the thing you're loving so much might break or disappear or the person you're loving can die."

A girl looks up at him with teary eyes and asks in a low voice.

"Then we shouldn't love anything, because we'll be so sad if we're gonna lose that!"

All kids nod and Levi sighs.

No, he definitely won't forbid the kids from loving someone. How can he tell them not to enjoy the amazing feeling? Plus you'll be mad as hell if he's just gonna tell them not to fall in love, right?

"True, it'll make you brats sad but you guys should enjoy the times you're gonna play with your favourite toys, remember the sweetest memories you make. Yes, the captain was so sad when his lover died but he was happy too! Because he fell in love with her, spent a lot of time with her and made a lot of sweet memories with her. He'll never regret falling for her, for loving her. Now, get up all of you! It's time for you all to return to your tents! Good night, brats!"

Levi twirls his wheelchair and keeps moving as the kids wish him goodnight. He smiles as he looks at the sky. It's almost evening and the sun is already gone.

Seven years ago, right at this time of the day, on a autumn evening, he met you.

In that white skirt, with a charming smile you dedicated yourself to him and he unconsciously dedicated his heart to you. You left him two years later at the same time of the day, on a winter evening with a weak smile, saying 'I love you' and taking his heart with yours.

But still, he'll never stop loving you, he'll never forget you and sure as he'll never regret loving you.

“Square up, cadet!”

The terse call from one of your fellow soldiers instantly prompts you to straighten your spine. Footsteps serenade before halting right beside you, he scrutinizes the area you were assigned to clean. A hefty sigh leaves your lips, hopefully you’ve done a good job enough considering you’ve been on it since the last twenty minutes.

“Is this what you call clean?”

Just like that all of your hopes are shattered.

He presses the pad of his finger on the glass pane, dragging over the surface – a speck of dust grazes his skin. You swallow a lump, “I- well…”

“What are you mumbling like a maggot, now?”

Chewing on your bottom lips, your eyes flickered from him to the window “No, I- I thought it was clean-”

“Don’t get cocky, newbie.” He leans towards you. “I don’t know what the hell is up with you freshly out trainees-”

“Oluo, stop trying to imitate Captain Levi!”

A third voice chimes in, soon a hand is placed over your shoulder and you are met with a concerned mien of an auburn haired woman. “You okay?”

You nod and Oluo lets out a grunt. “Did I do something wrong?”

A corner of her lip curls up, “Not necessarily.” Her eyes flicker to the window pane then back at you. “You just need a little… guidance.”

You blinked, “Guidance?”

“Yeah, I will help you out around here.” She muses. “Its just- the captain can be quite a clean freak so if you want to be in his good books, you should get used to spotless and abrupt cleaning sessions.”

-

“Hm? Captain Levi?”

“Yeah,” You affirm, sitting beside Petra in the mess hall. “What is he like?”

She tilts her head – taking a second to conjure a proper response for you. Her spoonful of porridge has halted near her mouth before it is put down. “The true captain Levi he is well… cold, irritable, violent and always has a poker look on his face.”

 “Was he always like that?”

“As far as I’ve seen,” Petra answers and you nod. Silence for a second stretches the table until she starts again, “I’ve heard rumours that say he was a thug but he joined the scouts after Commander Erwin pulled some strings. He hails from the underground so-”

“From the underground?”

“From the underground.”

A pang of unease surges through you. Although you’ve lived your entire life on the surface, you aren’t elusive to the underground district. A region where no sunlight permeates, a hub for the criminals and the thought of such an enigmatic figure of the military being from there happens to cause an apprehensive pang.

She chuckles, “Pretty conflicting for you, right?”

“Well uhm,” You try to suppress the coy smile from forming on your lips. Running your fingers through your hair, you answer, “To be honest, I had a rather different picture of humanity’s strongest soldier.”

“Don’t let that title deter your eyes, cadet.”

This time, it is the soldier sitting across you who intervenes in the conversation. You shift your gaze to him, “Excuse me?”

“Don’t get all blinded by that strength and titan kills,” He replies with venom lacing his tone. “He doesn’t care about any of his comrades.”

“Duran!”

.

You try to twist your body, wincing from the pain that surges from your ripped abdomen.

Warm blood gushes out from the ghastly wound, hands coated with blood of yours – it’s a futile attempt to stop the bleeding by pressing on the area. The pressure only causes the backflow of blood causing it to rise up your throat and akin to bile, you throw up. Consciousness slips in and out of you by each passing second and the way your shredded intestines coil in fingers, the smooth pulsing flesh grazing your skin sends tremors up your shoulders.

A splitting headache shoots through your mind and you grunt. You can feel the anxious yet despondent stare of the medic by your side. The rather slow paced bandaging of your torso helps little. It’s almost like they have given up. Honestly, you can’t blame them for their surrender, the injuries you’ve sustained from almost being chewed up as titan fodder is far from curable. Even if you manage to not lose your life now (which is impossible with the amount of blood you’re losing), you’ll only be a burden to bring back to the walls (a factor which would risk the loss of more lives).

Either way, there is no win.

A zap of the ODM gear momentarily distracts you from the pain. Sooner than you can comprehend, there’s another figure kneeling beside your worn and moribund form. You are greeted with a lingering warm touch on your shoulder and just like that, your ragged breath ceases.

“What’s the condition?”

“The organs are ruptured and I can’t stop the bleeding, Captain Levi.”

The quivering voice of the medic stalls you that this is in the infamous Captain.

You don’t know what comes over you but you try to speak; resulting in a coughing fit with blood dripping down your lips, marring your skin with its tint.

Levi’s attention shifts to you, his thumb brushes a slow circle over the fabric of your uniform, “Easy there, Soldier.” He says, tipping his head as a sign. “You don’t need to speak.”

You gesture your understanding with a scuffling nod. Significantly, your vision is blurred due to obvious reasons. Yet, it’s not impossible to mark raven bangs fanning his forehead, sharp features, steel blue eyes that gaze down at you with… is that concern?

“Don’t get blinded by all that strength and titan kills, he doesn’t care about any of his comrades.”

Didn’t they say he doesn’t care?

“If you want to know does your sacrifice make any difference or not,” He starts, voice lowering yet a newfound grit ignites. “It does.”

It doesn’t. You want to say. It doesn’t make a difference. It is only your first expedition and just like the average rate of sixty percent of the new cadets who traverse beyond the walls for the first and last time – this is your last as well. 

It’s what they are obliged to say in the last moments. The same words will be spoken to your family as well. Just a responsibility.

“You will be remembered,” He tells you, his shoulders turn rigid as he turns his full attention on you. “If not by anyone else, by me you will. Your will and memories will live on as long as I live.”

Never did you think you’d be put in a situation where mere words of assurance would prove so much to you. Never did you even think that you’d receive them from the proclaimed stoic captain. It had been a cloudy today, for the reason the sight of an aberrant circling the region near your flank was unnoticed. Till the time a messenger had rode off to relay the news, the destruction had commenced. You had given up as soon as the titan got hold of you, even after you were released from its hold, the sustained wounds and the pain rippling through your gobbled up gut wall were toppling you down into a spiral of decadence.

 The storms running in your head were ruining the garden of clarity until a ray of sunshine pierced through the clouds in the form of Captain Levi.

Humorously, the gloomy sky clears up – the soft warmth of the sun mingling with the air of death falls upon you.

“It’s just the captain can be quite a clean freak so if you want to be in his good books, you should get used to spotless and abrupt cleaning sessions.”

Maybe the vast amount of blood loss was affecting your capability of rational thinking; you hold up your bloodied hand. Without a second thought, Levi seizes it.

“I will kill each and everyone of those bastards who did this to you.”

For reasons unknown, you find tears prickling up your eyes. You choke out a sob as the tears fall down. Your body is weakening but Levi holds your hand in his – interlocking the fingers. The blood drips down from the conjoint to the cufflinks of his shirt; he doesn’t let go. Instead, you are met with a tender touch of him wiping away your tears.

“The pain will end soon enough.”

It will. You need to accept it.

Through the impaired vision, you can make out his beautiful steel blue eyes staring back at you. Tears have not collected over his lashes but the silent intentions evoked by his gaze is more than any emotion you’ve known. It’s a good enough sight for a last sight.

“So will your suffering,” He continues with a cinched determination. However, the grave voice is coated with a tinge of sincerity and an emotion you can’t decipher. “Wherever you go now, you will be free so-” He pauses, swallowing a lump in his throat. “So forget about this wretched world anyway. You are destined for peace.”

It’s ironical but you crack a smile.

Since you were a child, you had perceived death to be scary. Then… Then why was it so beautiful?

It’s so cruel – all of it. It’s the first time you are meeting him but why did it also have to be the last? Couldn’t you be granted just more time for this fateful meeting to happen? But- you assume- but not meeting him ever would cause you a lifetime of regret. Even in this little moment, even with the life slipping from your fingers, even when the illusion of a reaper starts to stall near, you know it’s him. You know it’s him because you couldn’t give any reason. It’s Captain Levi and he’s like the moon you’ve found amidst the veil of stars.

You part your lips and Levi gets the clue that you’re about to speak so he intervenes. “Don’t-” You shake your head, gesturing for him to lean in.

He complies but it’s getting too hard for you to keep your eyes open.

Therefore, you say your first and last words to him.

“Thank you, Captain Levi.”

.

It’s an empty tomb but Levi still stands before it.

Due to urgent reasons, most of the corpses couldn’t be retrieved. Besides, the gloominess of the day which serenaded just after your death made it rather difficult to bring back all the bodies. It doesn’t matter really.

Levi heaves a breath, kneeling down before the tombstone. Like a fever dream he reverts back to the moment when he saw you for the first time. Worn out and clinging to life while your blood stained the grasses red.

He doesn’t know why, neither will be fret himself over knowing the reason. Yet, when he saw you drowning in the ocean of despair, he found himself suffocating as well.

He reaches into his pocket, grasping an object before he sets it over the stone. It’s empty. He knows. You aren’t here. He knows. He had to leave you behind. He knows that as well. Sunlight falls upon the ivory and azure wings of freedom – your insignia of the Survey corps. Levi has never understood the concept of bringing home the corpses. It wouldn’t change a thing. The dead is the dead after all. Dwelling over the past would only affect the present and future. In a way which rarely proves to be good.

However, the memories thrive. They always do. So keeping the brief encounter with you in his memories, he speaks to you for one last time.

You recalled the horror on your face when you read the upcoming assignments, seeing that you were paired up with Levi on a two-week mission outside Wall Rose to scout for a new base. A part of you was tempted to storm into Erwin's office and try to figure out what was going on through your commander's head by pairing you together.

You found out about that mission nearly a month ago, and you had been dreading it every day since due to the fact that you'd be alone with him for two entire weeks. Not only was he insufferable, but you also had to deal with the odd and annoying heat that was building up within you whenever he was around.

It was more obvious as a recruit, but you had always assumed it was due to being nervous around Levi since he was well-known as Humanity's Strongest, and you were just a recruit that barely got started with the Survey Corps. After you got promoted, you assumed the heat was due to your anger and frustration from being around him and his aloof behavior.

However, you knew the reality deep down, even if you were reluctant to admit it on the surface. The two of you couldn't stand each other, but found yourselves reluctantly attracted to one another.

You weren't venturing too far from the Walls, so the Titan threat shouldn't have been anything the two of you couldn't handle, especially once the sun set. Your destination was a castle that the Survey Corps had previously used as a base before Wall Maria fell. Your goal was to secure it so that the rest of the group could head here to prepare for their next expedition into the forest.

The castle itself was a mess. It needed a few hours of dusting, but it at least still functioned as a base, with even some spare beds being available. By the time you were finally done making it at least somewhat habitable, the sun had already gone down.

The candlelight was dim, and the flames were dancing off the walls, but it provided you enough light to be able to see without attracting too much attention from the outside. You were in a high enough area that an ambush by the Titans would be hard to miss, even if you were dead asleep.

"You take the bed by the door. You'd be too obvious of a target."

You looked over your shoulder and saw Levi leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, shooting him a scowl in retaliation for his comment.

"...relax," you said dismissively, knowing that his concern was regarding the not-so-slim possibility that you could get snatched by a Titan, or at least attract the attention of one. "The sun's gone down. They should be sedentary until morning."

You heard a quiet "tsk" come from underneath his breath, raising your eyebrow as he approached you.

"That's based on what we know from four-eyes," Levi noted. "With our luck, we'll be the ones to run into Titans that can suddenly move around in the night."

As annoying as it was, he did have a point. You barely knew anything about the Titans other than the few successful tests that Hange had been able to conduct on any that you were able to capture alive.

"Okay, well if you get grabbed, then we're even more fucked."

Levi was Humanity's Strongest, which meant that losing him would be a major blow to the Survey Corps, and the entirety of humanity as a result.

The part you didn't say aloud was that you'd also be devastated about losing him. He was a nuisance, but a part of you didn't want to imagine life without him, even if you were still just keeping each other at a distance.

"...quit arguing and just take the fucking bed by the door."

"Nah," you said, waving him off with a shrug. "I'd rather sleep further away from you."

"God dammit, _____, can you quit being difficult?" Levi growled, his deadpan expression briefly breaking into one of mild frustration. "I'm just trying to-"

You turned back towards him as you noticed him fall quiet. Levi wasn't one to get stumbled over his words, and certainly not around you—someone that he loved to constantly berate.

"Trying to what?" you asked, before quickly shaking your head to stop your train of thought. "That doesn't even matter, you are not my superior anymore."

"...that's not the point, dumbass."

You narrowed your eyes at him as you heard him quietly mutter the insult. "Then what is the point, asshole?"

Levi didn't respond, only averting his gaze, which only prompted you to obnoxiously step up to him to get in his space.

"Hello?" you beckoned to him, waving your hand in front of his face.

A small groan of annoyance escaped his throat as he swatted your hand away. "...I'm trying to protect you, dumbass."

His answer took you aback for a second, bringing up feelings of inadequacy that you hadn't felt since you had been a recruit, with his repeated insult only adding to your frustration and offense.

"Well...I don't need your protection-"

"I know."

Levi cut you off without giving you a chance to begin a tangent on why he was overreacting or being overly precautious.

"...just take the fucking bed."

~~~~~

You hadn't expected yourself to be able to sleep easily, given your environment, but you hadn't expected to have been stuck tossing and turning either. It was one thing if you just got into an argument with him—that was fairly normal these days. However, his comment about needing to protect you got under your skin and you quickly found yourself ruminating about it to no end.

Frustrated and unable to sleep, you made your way over towards the bed that he took near the window. You weren't sure what you were going to say, but you had to do something to try to prove that you weren't as incompetent as he seemed to think you were.

Levi immediately looked at you over his shoulder once he heard you stepping up. He wasn't sleeping as usual.

"...did you really come over here in the middle of the night to continue this argument? Go back to bed," he muttered dismissively. "You'll just get grouchy in the morning."

"...it's not that," you mumbled quietly.

"Then what?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and a tone of exasperation. "Spit it out."

You shuffled around awkwardly, trying to settle down your nerves. You felt yourself getting more and more upset throughout the night, but it felt much more intense now that you were actually confronting him about it.

"...I'm sorry if you still think I can't handle myself out here."

"...you're still hung up on that?" Levi responded quietly after a moment of silence.

He knew what you were referring to. You had screwed up as a recruit and nearly died out on the field. Levi had to come rescue you, and you had been training your ass off to try to prove to either him or yourself—perhaps both—that you were fit for the job despite that incident.

"For the record, I don't think you can't handle yourself," he noted, sitting up to face you, and noticing the small pout on your face as you looked off to the side. "Far from it. I just..."

The rest of his sentence trailed off. There were clearly things being left unsaid, and you were far too frustrated to just leave it at that.

"...you just what?"

You had expected him to come up with some bullshit excuse or dismiss this conversation altogether.

"I just don't want to see you hurt again, alright?"

His tone was laced with a subtle hint of frustration, as if he was forcing himself to acknowledge something that he pushed away for quite some time.

You blinked at him in confusion, slowly putting the pieces together, but still battling with your own feelings regarding him.

"...you mean too much to me to risk losing you to something as dumb as getting snatched out of the window by a Titan that managed to sneak up on us."

Your face was beginning to heat up at his words. It was only at this point that you remembered that he was briefly around you more when you had gotten injured, but almost immediately retreated once you had recovered. You had never really noticed it before, but he did tend to give you more attention when you were still a recruit and training under him when compared to the others.

It was blatantly obvious to anyone else that the tension between the two of you was more than just a rivalry or a passive dislike of one another. Levi had seemed to realize it the minute that you had gotten injured, withdrawing almost immediately after you were well enough to return to duty.

You didn't seem to realize it until right this moment.

By the time you looked up at him again, you saw that he was looking directly at you. The flames of the torch flickered gently in the reflection of his silvery eyes, and you felt like you were seeing him again for the first time, as someone other than who you had convinced yourself to be the bane of your existence.

You practically taste his mint dentifrice in the back of your throat when you whine, and start to reach between you to begrudgingly separate, and ask. You're slightly grateful you did at the sight of his flushed cheeks and thick lashes contouring lidded eyes, silvery blue.

You agree through your gazes more than with words, and you pull up your shirt. Levi still has one of his hands still holding up his towel, but he still helps, delicately gliding it up the full stretch of your waist, and your breasts.

Reluctantly, giving plenty of an opportunity to do something else, after your shirt drops at your feet you start to take his hand, in the end causing his towel to drop as well with the cushy whoosh of fabric.

He kisses you quickly, then your neck, breathing heavily just like you are. His lips are hot, and the trail of saliva he leaves behind quickly cools on your skin, sending shivers up your spine. You guide his hand again, and this time Levi is sucking the tender skin of your neck between his teeth while he fondles your tits with an unmistakable want that just had to’ve been brewing in him for ages.

You run your fingers through his hair and he raises his head, explaining, or rather failing to, "I..."

He must be inexperienced, and it's not surprising someone like Levi is struggling. There is nakedness—you're in the military after all—but then there's his firm cock, hard against your thigh. You suggest, simply, that he lay down. Don't worry about anything else.

The mattress seems to welcome you two. In the heat of another embrace, you pull away with him, your delectable little captain, pressed against the bed under you.

"What if you touched yourself for me? Let me see what you'd like me do to you."

Levi is so shocked by the proposal he's rendered speechless, but he's just as hesitant to come up with a counterargument that he'd like more. He’d like everything. He’d like it if you’re in control. Make him. Make him yours. It wouldn't be far from the truth to admit he doesn’t know how to do that himself.

"If that's what you want," he imparts simply. "I'll do that for you."

God, you want him. You give him more space as he props himself up a little and spreads his legs, and, he looks so good. His cock is thick, much than its length and more than makes up for it, already glistening and beading with cum from being "teased". Black hair is finely groomed, and mostly shaved below his hips. You're tempted to touch yourself with just the knowledge of how desperate he is for you, how deeply his desire runs just like yours.

You squeeze your thighs together gently, watching him with salacious intent.

He can barely look at you. He sucks in a breath when he starts to stroke his tip, with slow, little twists of his wrist. He's raw and overstimulated already.

"How long..." He squirms. "...you want me to do this?"

"Mm... I want to touch you already, but this is good, too. Isn’t it good?"

"…It’s boring, and—and you’re a pervert.”

"Mm, I know, baby."

He talks big, but he's sweating, his face and ears warmed peach-pink. He grips his inner thigh, seemingly unsure of what to do with himself while he plays with his cock—or, unable to be sure. So you tell him, in front of him just shy of doing these things to him yourself: rub your thigh. Sink in your nails. And his breath hitches from the bite of pain. That's almost what it'd feel like if I used my teeth on you. Rub your nipples for me…

He follows all of what you want from him, if with shy fingers at first. Asking how good it feels is too much for him to answer with his voice, but his reactions are answer enough.

"Such a good boy, Levi..."

He moans loudly, slow to muffle his mouth with the back of his wrist, eyes shut tightly. You start to slide down your wet panties.

You see his jaw tightening and toes curling in the crisp sheets in some efforts to be quiet, but it seems like you've finally found something Levi can't do. Whimpers slip out, his voice bleeding into his growing panting and making him whine. By this time, his cock is glistening, you're hearing every fast stroke in his wet fist, and you have him obediently fondling his balls, tensing in anticipation for his orgasm. And he's starting to find his voice again.

"I’m—…”

“‘I’m’?”

“I’m gonna cum,” he gasps.

Surprisingly, he doesn't seem to notice you coming between his open legs. "Shh, don't worry about anything else—I just wanna see you feel good, okay? Alright if I do this?"

His eyes snap open and see you there between his shaky, wiry thighs. The second you lay your hands on his skin, his fist falls down to the base of his cock, squeezing with his head falling back in order not to cum. Your eyes are trained on his clenched ab muscles, and his fat swollen cock giving thick throbs, which are borderline painful by his small gasps. It twitches in his fist, the tip red and angry.

"—...Y-Yes," he eventually answers, "Just do something, fuck..."

Your heart hammering, so turned on that you’re completely out of breath, you climb on top, resting on his hips. You're so wet, to your complete embarrassment—shifting like that reveals that you’re dripping. Levi grasps your hips as if to steady you, but unless you tell him to, he won't dare risk doing something wrong to you. You bring his hand up to one of your breasts, and he groans, following your example without hesitating.

"I want you to cum first," you purr, lightly caressing his cock so it's against his navel. Suddenly he's practically shaking. His hips instantly lean up, seeking more.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm so close. Fuck," he whimpers, closing his eyes and turning his head away like he's done many times. Your hands glide up his abdomen, as pale as snow and so hot before starting at his balls, sliding your pussy up the surface of his shaft, firm against your clit. You moan, Levi freezes. He gasps, his head falling back as his whole body suddenly tenses. You keep grinding, but move slow. It hits him for a few seconds, then you moan, eyes fluttering transfixed on his precious expression of bliss as his cock eagerly pulses, several times while being pet by the slick melting heat of your pussy. It shakes through him like thunder as his release spurts and makes a mess of his belly. He whimpers and groans for your name. You're exhilarated, watching it splatter as far as his heaving chest. He shakes rhythmically through every second spent in bliss, then starts to shiver as he passes his peak.

Then his cock twitches. You notice it isn't going down the moment his hands fall firmly on your hips, and squeezing. You shudder with delight as you lean forward, intent on kissing him through the rest of this wonderful night.