#mikeri

Opening the door, getting in and closing it required lots of care and stealthiness in headquarters filled with sleeping people and somehow Mike managed, but once the door was shut he couldn’t help scooping up Levi and pushing him against the nearest wall while kissing him, rejoicing when he felt Levi’s legs closing around his body. He managed to hold Levi up one-handed so he could get to his shirt and unbutton it, hungry for what was underneath, and he undid enough buttons to make the shirt slip down his shoulders; only then Mike broke the kiss, so he could start painting the newly exposed skin with more kisses, and had to physically restrain himself from leaving hickeys, knowing that Levi probably wouldn’t be a fan of them, at least not in such a vulnerable, easily visible place, but he contented himself with interspersing kisses and licks. 

Levi’s breath was getting more and more ragged as the onslaught on his neck went on, his legs struggling to anchor him to Mike’s hips; the other man felt the imminent loss of contact and mercifully moved them both to his bed. The contrast between the gentleness Mike used to put Levi down on the bed and the lack thereof when he went to finish divesting him made Levi feel dizzy. Huge, calloused, long-fingered hands finally opened his shirt all the way and warm, soft lips framed by slightly itchy moustache and beard worshipped what was now revealed; when they closed around Levi’s tight, pink nipples to nibble and suck, a proper moan was finally torn out of Levi’s throat as he pushed Mike’s head against his chest, silently pleading him to keep going. Mike’s lips reluctantly left Levi’s chest after a while and trailed south over his lithe body, planting hot pinpricks of pleasure all over his abdomen, going as far as covering his belly button, then down his thin, dark line of hair, and Mike’s hands got back in the frame to work feverishly on more buttons and belts so he could free his lover from the rest of his clothes.  

Now almost naked, save for the shirt still hanging from his shoulder, Levi felt at Mike’s mercy; he watched raptly as Mike kissed each of his thighs, following the ODM belt marks that were just part of his body now, but had to close his eyes and look away when the other man took his cock between his lips because he feared he would come too soon if he watched. Mike sucked him almost reverently, listening to his moans and hitching breath every time he did something right, like applying more pressure when going up or paying special attention to his cockhead.  

Levi got lost in the pleasure so much that he almost got whiplash when his cock was released to the chilly air, but before he could complain Mike’s hands had grabbed his lower body and pushed his legs back, and he had to physically restrain himself from shouting when Mike ate him out, every lick to his sensitive rim like an electric bolt through his body. Mike didn’t withhold his little groans while he pleasured Levi, instead, lost in the act and enjoying it. 

The bigger man only stopped when he felt the smaller man’s body starting to tremble a bit too much; Levi whined at the loss of contact, but as soon as he heard Mike rummaging somewhere near them and fishing out oil, he got excited for what was to come. Mike prepared him carefully, one finger at a time stretching him, with Levi shaking in pleasure on the rumpled bedsheets and wordlessly begging him to get the fuck on, until he deemed his partner ready to take him. 

One of Mike’s enormous hands pinned Levi’s wrists on the bed while the free hand guided him on his long, thick cock, and soon a litany of whines and groans started; Levi had no size kink, but the size difference with his lover left him hot and dazed, especially when Mike lowered his body down on him and trapped him against the mattress. Their bodies pressed together heated up fast and moved in sync; Mike’s free hand came up, only to push back strands of hair from Levi’s sweaty forehead before kissing him, and the two acts combined pulled some strings in Levi’s heart. 

Before Levi could urge his lover to speed up, Mike pulled out and literally manhandled him, so he ended up on all fours with a soft thump and just managed one deep breath before being filled up again and seeing stars. His lover’s thrust gained speed and strength and Levi just took what was given to him, pushed down deep into the mattress by Mike’s sheer weight, holding onto his sturdy forearms and finally giving up on being silent, riling Mike up with his moans now that he was so deep inside him he was reaching his soft spot. Mike bit down on his neck and gave him a couple of bruises, trying to stave off his own orgasm long enough to make Levi come first; he rolled on the side and pulled Levi together with him so he could get his hand on Levi’s aching, weeping cock. A dozen of strokes later Levi tensed and came, groaning between gritted teeth and painting Mike’s hand white, and Mike was right behind him, surrendering to his climax while biting down on Levi’s shoulder to muffle his shout. 

They both shook while coming down from their high, but Mike was the first to regain his bearings, so he was the one who got up, went to the bathroom and then came back with clean hands and a few wet cloths; he cleaned up his small, still shivering lover with tenderness and Levi soaked it all up, languidly stretching his achy limbs after the exertion. 

“You alright?” Mike asked, thumb tracing Levi’s left cheek. 

Sunlight filtered through the curtains of Miche's quarters, shining right into his closed eyes. The first thing that hit him when he barely opened his eyes was the pounding in his head. Next came the uncomfortable feeling of a clogged nose and an itch in his throat. He felt hot and cold all at once as fever chills racked his body, causing him to ball up his tall frame to keep warm. There was no denying it: he was sick. 

Damn it…I can't smell anything. He felt powerless without his strongest asset, especially when his eyesight was as poor as it was. 

Slowly, Miche sat up with a pained grunt, his aching muscles protesting the movement. He immediately regretted it when he felt his stomach lurch. Blankets were thrown off as he immediately leaned over to the bin next to his bed to empty the contents of his stomach. Sweat dripped down his face and neck and his skin prickled with chills. With his face in the bin he didn't notice the knock on his door, nor did he hear it open.

“Thought I heard you upchucking like a titan in here.” It was Levi. “Fucking hell, you look like death.” 

Miche groaned pitifully in the bin before he lifted his head slowly. God, his head was killing him and his stomach was still rolling. 

“...Feel like it…” His deep voice slurred.

Levi clicked his teeth as he stepped up next to the taller man. He pressed the back of his hand to Miche's forehead only to immediately pull it away with a hiss. If he noticed the way the sick man leaned into his touch, he didn't mention it.

“By the damn walls, Zacharias. Get your ass back in bed.”

With a touch that belied his harsh words, Levi took the bin from Miche's shaking hands and set it back onto the floor before maneuvering the giant of a man to lie back down. He pulled the sheets back up to cover the shaking form and tucked them under to help keep him warm. 

“Sleep you big mutt. I'll be right back.”

Miche blinked slowly, his eyelids growing heavy, as he watched Levi's fuzzy figure move to grab the bin before walking out the door. With a deep sigh he let himself succumb to sleep. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he woke up briefly to the sound of his door opening and footsteps. Levi's blurry silhouette greeted him as something cool and damp was placed on his forehead. Relief washed over him as the damp rag cooled him. Sleep reclaimed him soon after, and a gentle hand ran through his sweaty hair. 

“Miche? What are you still doing in bed, sleepyhead?”

The melodic voice of his mother reached his ears just as gentle fingers ran through his hair. Miche leaned into his mother's cool touch with a soft whimper. 

“I don' feel good…”

“Oh sweetheart, you're burning up.” 

She picked him up and held him against her chest as she carried him to the kitchen. His father, a beast of a man with a heart of gold, sat at the table reading a book. He looked up and frowned at the pitiful sight that was Miche. 

“Give ‘im here, love. That way your hands are free.” 

Miche was placed into his father's lap where he immediately leaned into the man. His father's large hand gently soothed him as it rubbed up and down his back. The boy sniffled and coughed into his father's shirt as the man's hand continued to soothe. His mother came over with a spoonful of medicine and a cup of water. Miche's nose crinkled at the sight of the spoon. He hated medicine. It tasted bad, and smelt even worse. 

“I know, sweetie..But it'll make you feel better.” His mother laughed softly.

“Nu uh…’s gross…” Miche croaked. 

His father patted his back with a chuckle of his own as he reached for the cup of water with his other hand.

“I'll have your water ready so you can down it quick, ey?” 

Miche whined, but opened his mouth obediently for his mother to stick the spoon in. His face contorted into one of absolute disgust as he begrudgingly swallows the bitter medicine. The cup of water was immediately pressed to his lips and he drank it down greedily. When all was said and done, Miche buried himself against his father again. He was sleepy and achy, and wanted nothing more than to cuddle. 

“Would you like to try and eat something, sweetie?” His mother smiled softly.

He quickly shook his head. Food was out of the question…He felt queasy enough as it was. His mother only nodded in answer and kissed his forehead before returning to make breakfast. His father's hand returned to rubbing his back as he continued reading. Miche's eyes grew heavy as he leaned into the big man. Even though he was sick, he enjoyed these moments. He wished they'd never end.

Miche awoke to hand on his forehead and a click of teeth. The cloth that sat upon his head was reapplied with fresh, cool water as a voice spoke up.

“This fever of yours is turning out to be as stubborn as you.” Levi spoke calmly, yet there was a hint of fondness. Miche hummed questioningly as he fixed bleary eyes on the shorter figure.

“You don't remember anything?”

Miche shook his head slowly. Levi sighed and sat back in the chair he was occupying.

“I suppose you were quite out of it. You're like a giant toddler when you're sick, you know that?” 

The sick man blinked slowly and gave a low grunt in acknowledgement. He reached for Levi, gently wrapping his fingers around his thin wrist and tugged clumsily. 

“Alright, alright. Give me a sec, would you?” Levi quickly slid off his shoes before crawling into the space next to the bigger man. Miche immediately wrapped him up in his arms and buried his face against his chest. Slim fingers tangled themselves into Miche's hair, scratching gently even as Levi grumbled.

“If I get sick, it's on you…Mutt.”