I knew we had both moved at the same time, but I couldn't help but feel as though it had been me who initiated it.
Levi's mouth was as fierce as I had remembered it to be, attacking my lips with no hesitation. I tried to match him, but I was smaller. Weaker. He had me bowing to his whim without any effort at all.
My fingers tore into ebony, and his into (H/C) as we stumbled in a heated tangle, blinded by rage-induced passion. He seemed to have a destination in mind, but I didn't care where. Nothing mattered in the slightest as he tore my uniform jacket from my body, carelessly throwing it aside in a fashion that would not normally match his character.
How the hell did we end up like this?
Levi and I seemed to thrive off of negative emotions, and when they mixed together, it was dangerous. This kind of dangerous. Our chemistry was magnificently toxic and mutually beneficial.
He made quick work of most of my other clothes, and I was helpless to his animosity, allowing him to strip me down and hoist me up to wrap my legs around his waist. His tongue coaxed gasps and shudders from within my mouth, expertly training my senses to react to him.
My back struck the wall just by the entrance to his room, and I yelped down into his throat, the feeling of being crushed between stone and flesh making my blood rush twice as fast. His hands roamed brazenly over my body, to palm and squeeze at my breasts, to cup my ass, to-
The noise that breached my lips was almost shameful when his fingers found their way past the waistband of my underwear and down between my legs, and that was when Levi pulled back. He was still close, close enough to taste, but his eyes were screaming so many things at once.
I want you.
I need you.
Is this okay?
You need to tell me.
I lo...
"Yes..." I barely forced my consent out before I reclaimed his lips, which muffled my whine as he began to assault the most sensitive part of my anatomy. He'd done such things before, but this was different. Neither of us were under the influence of alcohol, only our emotions. Though somehow that seemed to cloud our judgement even more.
Just like he was on the battlefield, Levi was an expert at reading the signs. He curled and scissored his fingers in ways that had me near breathless in mere moments, vigilant in reading my physical cues even when he was so distracted.
Making sure I was safely pinned to the wall by his body, Levi used his other hand to yank at my underwear, effectively tearing the material and rendering them useless from there on out. With easier access, he really amped up the movement of his fingers, and I needed to take a longer break from his lips just to get enough oxygen.
"L..Levi..." I whimpered his name, somehow not feeling all too pathetic with my submissive display. He was driving me home almost too quickly, and he could tell by the way I clawed at the shoulders of his shirt, fraying cotton with my nails. "P..please...I'm-"
With barely a moment to register what he was doing, fingers were replaced with something much thicker, and much, much hotter. I hadn't even felt him remove himself from over the top of his slacks, but I wasn't complaining. Not even for a second.
"Sorry..." He whispered almost too softly for the moment before he began to rut into me, the feeling of his fingers instantly forgotten now that I knew what else he could make me feel.
My arms and legs curled around him tighter that before, but in a contradictory move I leaned in and bit into the crook of his neck, eliciting a sharp hiss.
"This...hah...shouldn't be happening, b..but don't you dare stop..!" I snapped, trailing off into a cry as he dragged me away from the wall, still in his arms, and began to stumble to a new location.
Keeping me up and on him with one hand, buried deep, he swiped the contents from his desk onto the floor, almost dropping me down atop the surface and laying over me. From my new view, I could see that at some point I had completely torn the first two buttons on his shirt, but I didn't care. It made him look more rugged.
"This...is what would...have happened during...that...storm..!" Speaking between shallow thrusts, Levi held my hips in place with an iron grip, which was the only thing stopping from cracking my skull open on the wall behind us. "Only this time...I couldn't care to stop myself..!"
I didn't want him to stop. There was the possibility that at some point later down the line I may regret it, but he had me at his mercy for the night. There was no doubt about that. Craning his neck, Levi bit and licked at whatever part of me he could reach, laying his claim in a way that made me see more than just stars.
His hips stuttered when I couldn't hold back any longer, squeezing down around him and beginning to moan too loudly. He gagged me with his hand in an instant, but the look on his face told me he longed to hear it in full. It was his doing, after all.
The very moment he felt me begin to come down from my high he amped things up, his shallow pumps turning into his full length, tip to hilt at a speed that had my body jolting violently. I had experienced relatively rough sex before with Eld, but there was just something so undeniably primal about Levi. His constant agitated state really came out when he was screwing.
Curses spilled from my lips, and eventually into his as he leaned to stifle my noise, suddenly ripping himself from my heat and picking me up again, roughly turning and marching me towards his single bed, throwing me down and flipping me over on my hands and knees.
Once he was stationed behind me, hands back to their home on my already aching hips, he re-entered, relentlessly drilling himself into me as he laid over my back, forcing my face down against the mattress.
Pleasure hardly began to describe what I was feeling. With mild pain in the mix, I was begging for each stroke, hardly able to keep my voice below a scream.
"C..Captain Levi, Sir..! S..Sir, please..!" I couldn't help it. My mind was dysfunctional, and it slipped out, but this time Levi's reaction was a far cry from the last time I had used that word.
With a vicious growl, straight from his chest, he threw all discipline aside. Each and every time he bucked into me it nearly broke my back, the humiliating sound of my slick drowning out his unstable pants and whatever ungodly noises I was making.
"Is th..this what you wanted..?!" He snarled in a way that had my toes curling, and I was so close that I was beginning to lose all sense of reality.
"Y..yes..! Fuck, yes..!" I keened in a pitch that proved just how horrifically desperate I was.
A yelp nearly choked me when it caught in my throat as one of Levi's hands came down against the back of my head, driving it further into the mattress slab. He was completely over me now, his breath hot and heavy in my ear, a feral grit to his voice.
"Yes what..?"
That was it. I was done for in more ways than one when I heard that coming from his mouth.
"Ye..yes..S..Sir..!" My body began to seize and I was temporarily blinded by white as I came, Levi not ceasing his chase for his own high even for a moment.
It was almost too intense. As I clawed at his sheets I could feel two of my nails break, and his teeth sunk deep into my nape, quite possibly drawing blood. I didn't feel a shred of pain, though. No, something about Levi made sure that wasn't an issue.
Quite soon after me, I felt the man quiver and lose his rhythm, the swollen intrusion of his cock suddenly missing as he pulled out of me. He didn't moan as he released along the length of my back, but his pitchy, stuttered gasps for breath were just as telling.
Giving himself barely a minute to recover, Levi quickly pulled his shirt off and cleaned his mess from my skin, his gentle touch a complete one-eighty from how he had been moments before.
Rolling me over, he scanned my body over cautiously, fingertips timid as they ran across the blooming bruises on my hips, then stopping at the fresh wound when he reached behind my neck to my nape.
"I didn't mean to be so rough with you...I'm sorry." He whispered, as though he was speaking to himself instead of me.
After brushing the hair out of my face and caressing my cheek with his warm hand, Levi stood up and began piecing his room back together, starting with the items he had unceremoniously knocked from his desk.
Slowly, I began to regain my senses, and I realised exactly what had transpired. So much for closure. How could I have let this happen? It wasn't like I didn't enjoy it, nor like I never wanted it to happen again, but it was confusing.
After harbouring such hatred towards the man for the past months, I wasn't sure what to think. Then there was Jean, who was patiently loving me from a distance. I felt like I had betrayed him, too, as well as myself, and even Levi. It wasn't my intention to string either of them along, or hurt either of them in any way in the manner I was. Thinking of everything all at once, I felt myself welling up with tears.
It didn't take long for Levi to notice my state, and he abandoned his tidying to rejoin me on the bed, hand hesitantly hovering over my naked form, brow creased in concern.
"Are you in pain..?" His words were laced with guilt, and even though I was starting to feel the effects of our intimacy I shook my head. "Is it...Do you want me to leave? I'd understand. What I just did to you...I took advantage...I-"
"Levi, sh..shut up..." I groaned quietly, reaching up to smear my tears away with my palms, sniffing back whatever other liquids wanted to overflow and make me look more pathetic than I already did. "I knew what I was doing, s..so don't start with that crap...dumb little man..."
I hadn't been expecting a flick between the eyes, but before I could even yip in shock Levi flopped down over me and rolled, stopping once I was on top of him, head against his still-thrumming chest.
"Then don't you start with the bitchy attitude again after what just happened. We have a truce, at least until dawn, understand? Then...you can do whatever you'd like...I don't expect a thing."
That's the point. I don't know what the hell I want anymore...
Heaving a shaky sigh, I tilted my head and rested my ear over the placement of his heart, trying to figure out if this felt more right than the other embrace I knew.
"I'm still pissed at you..." I muttered, but it wasn't too bitter. Borderline sarcastic, even.
"I can live with pissed..." Levi sighed too, his fingers absently drumming against my back. "The mess we made, however..." Of course it was driving him crazy, being the neat freak he was. Rolling off to the side, I limply motioned towards the scattered books and papers.
"Go. Live your best maid life. Remind me to get you a uniform for your birthday."
Why aren't I angry anymore? I should still hate him...
Levi stood up with a grunt, but before he set off to continue his cleaning duties, he turned back to me and leaned down, planting a hand either side of my body and stealing a kiss. It was much softer than the violent lip-locks we had shared, and despite his cool exterior, I could feel his pulse going haywire through the contact.
Pulling back, he hovered over me for a moment, stormy eyes having settled into an overcast afternoon.
"Are you staying the night? If you do, you can't hold me accountable if I get used to the idea of having you in my bed..."
Ah. This is why I can't hate him.
Ignoring the heat in my face, I rolled my eyes, shooing him away with a lazy wrist.
"I'm too sore to get dressed and go back to my room yet, so don't get any ideas..." I mumbled, flushing even more when he pulled the covers up and over me, essentially tucking me in.
"I have plenty of ideas. I just can't put them into play because we need you to be able to walk so you can fulfil your duties. Doubt someone who complains as much as you could handle any more without bitching the entire barracks' ears off."
Nevermind...I hate him...just a little...
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***BONUS LEVI POV***
It didn't take me long to clear up the room, carefully placing everything back onto my desk and folding all of the clothing I had torn from (Y/N)'s body. The linen would likely need to be washed thanks to the mix of our releases, but that could wait. I didn't want to wake her, anyway.
She looked so peaceful, sleeping soundly in my bed, covers pulled right up under her chin. It was bitter-sweet to behold, in all honesty. Whether she thought so or not, I had definitely taken some kind of advantage of her, and quite possibly she to me as well.
We had both been highly emotional and out of sorts, throwing far too much caution to the wind. I knew how I felt about her. I had for a long time, but it didn't take a perceptive person to see just how torn she was. It had likely been one of the reasons why she had cried before.
I respected Jean a great deal, especially after all we had been through together, but at the same time, he caused me to fester with unbridled jealousy. He had already been where I had been, touched what I had touched, loved what I had loved, and longed to love again.
If I could have claimed her, I would have, without hesitation, but she wasn't an object or a belonging. It was (Y/N)'s choice to make, and it was clear as day that both Kirstein and I were willing to wait as long as it took for her to figure it out.
It wasn't her fault that she didn't know what to do. She had been through so much with both of us, and her past traumas with relationships of all kinds had made it challenging. I could understand that better than anyone.
I myself was scared to love her. I didn't want to, knowing what could happen and how painful it could be, for both of us, but there was no stopping it. I had already fallen prey to the beast called love. It wasn't up to her to satiate it's hunger.
Hesitating by the bedside, I was torn between climbing in beside her or opting to sleep at my desk. Holding her through the night would just make things harder, knowing she'd flee and distance herself once morning came, but I was selfish. Just once I could be selfish, right?
Slowly, carefully, I shifted her over and climbed under the covers, holding my breath when she turned and wrapped her arm over me, wiggling closer to rest her head upon my shoulder. Her hair tickled at my neck, and her warmth very nearly set me on fire.
For so long I had tried to distance myself from feelings like this, but she had trapped me, unbeknownst to herself. She was gradually repairing parts of me that had been broken long ago, but at what cost? What could I possibly have to offer her? I couldn't even promise in good faith that I'd be able to live for her.
(Y/N) pulled me out of my heavy thoughts when she stirred, nuzzling into me so innocently, and I felt a small smile tug at my lips as I pulled her closer, turning slightly to press a small kiss to her head.
Actually...you know what? I just might be able to live for you...
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***It's 2:30am and I have work tomorrow. Why do I do this to myself? Lucky I like my job xD
I gave you Levi Lovers your meal. It isn't my best smut but it's something, at least. I'm out of practice when it comes to writing it.
Next Time: Friends With Deficits***