
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/1288636.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Eren_Yeager, Armin_Arlert, Mikasa_Ackerman,
      Jean_Kirstein
  Additional Tags:
      Canon_Compliant, Collars, Light_BDSM, Light_Dom/sub, Blow_Jobs, Mildly
      Dubious_Consent, Orgasm_Delay/Denial
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-09 Updated: 2014-03-16 Chapters: 2/? Words: 8152
****** Collared ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Levi asks Eren to wear a collar. In the haze of an orgasm, Eren
     agrees. Dealing with the reactions of the others around base is not
     something he's looking forward to. How did he get himself wrapped up
     in this mess?
     Based on a kinkmeme prompt: http://snkkink.dreamwidth.org/
     524.html?thread=1212940
Notes
     This is my first smutty fic that I'm putting online so I have no clue
     if it's any good. :/
     It's also not beta-read.
     If you want to follow/ask about my unexciting life/see me reblog
     anime and supernatural gifs and random feminist stuff and puns, you
     can follow me at downtheupstairs.
***** Chapter 1 *****
            Levi knew that the best time to make Eren agree to something was
when the boy was blissed out from having sex. That’s why he’d made sure to make
it extra good that night, so Eren was nearly passed out as he cuddled into
Levi’s side. Levi detached himself from the boy, enjoying the whine he got in
response, and got a damp washcloth to clean them both up, and on his way back
to the bed he took out the object he’d had specially made last time they were
in a town for any length of time and put it on the bedside table. He gently
cleaned Eren up and set the washcloth aside, straddling his young lover.
            “Oi, Eren,” Levi said gently, making Eren open his sleepy eyes and
look up at him.
            “Hm?” Eren asked, raising his arms to wrap them around Levi.
            “You’re mine, right?” Levi asked.
            Eren was surprised by the question, but not enough to fully wake
up. Instead, he just smiled and said, “Of course.”
            “So you wouldn’t mind showing everyone you belong to me, right?”
            Eren was confused, but too tired to really question it. He pulled
Levi closer, wanting to cuddle, but the man kept his distance. “Whatever,” Eren
said. “Just get over here.”
            Levi smiled and reached over to take the smoothed strip of leather
in his hands. He warmed it up a bit in his hands before he wrapped the collar
around Eren’s neck, securing it in place.
            Eren raised a hand to feel the collar, still tired and confused,
but he decided not to worry about it right then. He just pulled Levi close and
cuddled into him, not noticing the smile on his lover’s face.
                               ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 
            Eren woke to an uncomfortable feeling on his neck. There was
something on it. He raised his hands to feel at it and found… a collar? Eren
shot out of bed and to the mirror to examine it more closely. It was high
quality, black leather. There was a metal ring on the back and engraved in
silver on the front was the word… “Levi’s”??
            Eren clambered for the closure, trying to undo it, though his
shaking hands weren’t doing a very good job. And then there was a pair of hands
pulling his own away from the collar. Eren turned to Levi, opening his mouth to
ask just what was going on, but Levi spoke before he had the chance.
            “You said you would wear it,” Levi said, and Eren didn’t think he
was imagining the hint of anger in his voice. “Or should I lock it on you?”
            Eren gulped, which just made him feel the collar all that much
more. “W-when exactly did I say that?” he asked, knowing what the answer
probably was. He could now vaguely remember the events after their wonderful
sex last night.
            “Last night,” Levi said, reaching up to touch the collar. “You said
you wouldn’t mind showing everyone you belong to me.”
            “Wait,” Eren said, backing up into the dresser as best as he could.
“You want me to wear this in front of everyone?”
            “Of course. Why else would I have spent the good money to get it
engraved?”
            “I- I can’t do that!”
            Levi grasped the collar and used it to pull Eren down to his
height. Very nice, it was already proving to be useful. “Eren,” Levi said, his
mouth just an inch away from the boy’s. His eyes were sharp as they stared into
Eren’s. “You will wear this collar in front of everyone for as long as I tell
you to. Understood?”
            Eren gulped again, the collar feeling even tighter now that Levi
was grabbing it. He nodded, however, knowing that Levi wouldn’t give him
another choice.
                                ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 
            Eren was currently standing outside the doors to the mess hall,
trying to gather the courage to enter. Levi had already gone in, and the smirk
he’d shot at Eren as he suffered in the hallway was so not fair. All of Eren’s
friends were in there already, since Eren had taken his sweet time getting
ready, trying to put this off as long as possible. Mikasa and Armin would see
it. Reiner and Connie would certainly make sure to point it out. Would the
Commander notice? Oh God, what was Jean going to say? Well, Eren would not be
the one to blame if he and horse-face ended breakfast with a fistfight. That
would be all Levi’s fault (though he was sure the Corporal wouldn’t see it the
same way).
            Eventually, he had no other choice besides skipping breakfast –
which his growling stomach wouldn’t let him do – so Eren had to go inside. At
first it wasn’t a big problem. He tried to tuck his head into his chest as best
as he could to hide the collar, He managed to get his food without a problem,
everyone else in the mess hall being preoccupied with their own conversations
and meals.
            It couldn’t go ignored any longer, though, when he sat down at the
open seat across from Armin and Mikasa. Though Eren tried to keep his eyes
down, he couldn’t hide the collar anymore, and he simply tried to ignore how
the entire table suddenly went silent.
            Armin was the one to break the silence as Eren tried to stuff his
mouth to avoid having to answer questions.
            “Eren…?” he asked, cautiously. “Um… what… why….”
            “Congrats, Jeager!” Jean interrupted, and Eren’s head snapped to
glare at the horse-face. “Always knew you were a little bitch, glad to see it’s
official!”
            That was all Eren needed to pounce. He shoved away from his food
and reached for Jean to begin beating him up, but he quickly felt a pressure on
his neck as he was pulled away from the other boy by the collar around his
neck. Eren twisted in the grasp awkwardly to see that Levi was the one who had
pulled him away. He couldn’t read the expression on Levi’s face, but at the
moment he didn’t care to. He just shoved at Levi, slightly surprised when Levi
released his grip on the collar. Eren was still fuming, and now every single
person in the mess hall was staring at Eren and the thing on his neck, so he
just grabbed the rest of his bread from his plate and stormed out of the room.
For a while after he left, the hall was still.
                                ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 
            As Eren leaned against the wall of the hallway and tried to calm
down, he wondered who would end up getting to him first. It’d either be Mikasa
or Levi, and he was dreading them equally. He just wanted to be alone, to take
off this damn collar – he’d forgotten at this point that he could take it off
himself – but he knew that there was no chance he’d be left alone for more than
a minute, especially while upset. He was surprised he wasn’t immediately
followed, but he figured that the hallway was still a pretty cramped space and
they wouldn’t let him get too far before coming after him, so they’d be
prepared if he shifted. Or maybe, he thought, they’d just started to trust him
more.
            It was Mikasa and Armin who eventually found him. Mikasa pushed
Eren’s hair out of his eyes and made him look at her, which was the last thing
he wanted to do right now.
            “Eren!” she said. “Are you okay? What- This…” It was obvious that
she also didn’t know how to breach the subject of the collar, but her glances
toward it were mention enough. “Why is he doing this?” He knew she must mean
Levi, by the way her eyes narrowed at the name on the collar.
            “I’m fine,” Eren sighed. “I don’t know why… he just wants me to
wear it… Just ignore it, ok?”
            Mikasa looked like she had plenty of things she wanted to say, not
necessarily to Eren but probably Levi. She backed off of Eren, though, and just
settled for muttering, “First he beats you up in the courtroom and now this…
That damn shorty…”
            Eren just sighed and rubbed at his eyes. He saw Armin a couple of
feet away, looking unsure as to whether he should say something or not.
“Really, guys, I’m fine. I knew Jean would have tried to start something… Just
go back to breakfast, ok?”
            His friends definitely didn’t look like they wanted to leave him,
but eventually they relented. Once he was alone, Eren slid down the wall to sit
on the cold stone floor and started eating the bread he had brought with him
from the mess hall.
                                ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 
            Levi waited around the corner for a few minutes, wanting to give
Eren some time to calm down. He realized that he had asked a lot of Eren… well,
maybe “demanded” was a better word… and he realized that Eren might not want to
see him right then. However, after a few minutes he decided it was time to join
him and he walked around the corner.
            “Your ass is going to be filthy if you keep sitting on the floor,”
he said as form of greeting.
            Eren slowly looked up at Levi and then away from him.
            “Oi, brat,” Levi said, lightly kicking Eren’s knee with the tip of
his boot. “You ok?”
            Eren decided to stand and start back to the mess hall, ignoring
Levi, but the older man would have none of it. He put his hands on the wall on
either side of Eren’s shoulders to block him in and showed that he had no
intention of moving unless Eren talked to him.
            Eren eventually relented. “Why do I have to wear this, Levi?” he
complained. “It’s embarrassing.”
            Levi’s hands moved to grip in Eren’s hair and he pulled the boy
close. “Because, Eren. You’re mine, and I want everyone to know that. You
aremine, right?”
            Eren wrapped his arms around Levi and rested his forehead on his
superior’s shoulder. “Yes.”
            “And you’re not ashamed of being mine, are you?”
            Eren pulled away slightly in shock. “No, of course not!”
            “So,” Levi said, a finger coming down to trace the leather of the
collar. “Why would you be ashamed to show that you’re mine?”
            Eren knew he’d been caught. There was no good answer to that
question. He buried his face in Levi’s shoulder again and said, “I’m sorry.
I’ll wear it.”
            Levi pulled Eren in for a kiss that started out rough but ended
gentle. “Good,” he said when they parted. He pulled away from Eren and started
walking back to the mess hall, Eren following a few steps behind. “And don’t
worry about Kirchstein,” Levi added casually on the way back. “I’ll have him
spend the day cleaning the stables. He shouldn’t give you anymore problems
then.”
                                ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 
            It took Eren a little while to get used to the collar. Particularly
when training with the 3D maneuver gear, it was a distraction at times, and
Eren got called out a couple of times for screwing up. By the time lunch came
around, though, he was feeling more comfortable about wearing it. His friends
would still look at him funny sometimes, but it wasn’t anything different from
how they looked at him after finding out he could shift into a titan.
            Eren walked into the mess hall with the rest of the trainees, and
once he got his food went to sit with them. A voice, however, stopped him.
            “Jeager!” Levi called calmly from his seat at a table with Erwin,
Hanji, and the rest of his squad. Eren stopped walking and looked over to see
Levi indicating to a seat across from him. That was interesting – whenever Levi
had Eren sit with him, he would have him sit next to him, not across. Shrugging
it off, Eren went to the indicated seat and sat down with his food. All of the
members of the Scouting Legion had at least heard about the collar by now, so
none of them were surprised, but Eren certainly didn’t miss how most of the
others at the table were trying to slyly inspect the new object when they
thought Eren wasn’t looking. Levi, however, wasn’t being subtle at all about
his observations of Eren and his collar. Eren shrunk in his seat under the
scrutiny and just tried to eat his meal as quickly as possible. He did notice,
however, Commander Erwin giving Levi a long look, because that was the only
time that Levi took his eyes off Eren. He and the Commander seemed to have a
conversation with just their eyes, which Eren couldn’t understand at all. When
it ended, Levi went back to staring at Eren with the same apathetic expression,
making Eren shrink back and finish his food, both of them ignoring the various
conversations that had begun around the table.
            When he was done eating, Eren excused himself to go wash his
dishes. Levi came into the kitchen right after him, but Eren didn’t pay him any
attention. He and Levi didn’t often talk in public. They had, so far, kept
their relationship in the bedroom separate from their relationship as part of
the military. The collar, however, acted to the contrary. Still, Eren didn’t
really know how he was supposed to act, so he decided he would just go join the
rest of his friends in their cleaning duties.
            Levi stopped him again, however, catching Eren’s eye as he was
headed with his friends to the cleaning closet and indicating with his head
that Eren should come with him. Eren had to jog to catch up, because Levi
hadn’t waited for him and for someone so short he walked really quickly, but
soon enough they were in Levi’s office.
            “Um… Levi?” Eren asked, confused as to why he’d been brought here.
            Levi sat at the chair to his desk and said, “Come here.”
            Eren walked over and stood next to the chair. “What-“
            Eren was cut off by Levi grabbing his hair and pulling him down for
a bruising kiss. Though Eren knew they shouldn’t be doing this while they were
both supposed to be getting work done, he couldn’t help but find himself drawn
into the kiss, and he let a small moan escape, which caused Levi to chuckle as
he pulled away.
            “Kneel,” Levi commanded, and Eren was confused by the order. He
obeyed anyway, because he’s learned that it’s usually best not to contradict
Levi. Levi opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out another strip of black
leather, this one thinner but longer. It wasn’t until Levi hooked it to the
ring at the back of his collar that Eren realized it was a leash.
            “Hey, what-“ Eren started, only to be quieted by the look Levi shot
him. Levi wrapped the free end of the leash around the armrest of his chair,
securing it there and leaving Eren with just about a foot of leash free for
movement. Eren pouted, but decided it wouldn’t do him any good to protest
anymore.
            Levi started to go through the paperwork on his desk, reading
stacks of paper and making notes or adding his signature every so often. With
his free hand, he reached down and began stroking through Eren’s hair, petting
him as if he was a dog.
            Eren had to admit that it felt nice, but he still couldn’t hold
back a comment. “You’re weird,” he muttered, though he didn’t pull away from
Levi’s hand, so the older just scoffed and let the comment go. After another
minute, Eren found himself speaking up again. “Sir, shouldn’t I be helping
clean or something? I feel bad not working with everyone else…”
            Levi put down the paper he was reading and titled Eren’s head back
so he could look him in the eyes. “Eren,” he said. “Just do this.” He let Eren
look down at the floor and continued to stroke his hair. “Besides, you’re
terrible at cleaning. This way, I won’t have to go back and re-clean everything
that you mess up.” Eren scowled at that accusation, but he’d learned to not get
into a conversation about cleaning with Levi. He would never win.
            Eren sat there silently for a few minutes, but eventually his knees
began to bother him from kneeling for so long. “Um… Levi?” he asked.
            Levi didn’t look up from his paperwork, just ‘hm’ed in
acknowledgement of Eren’s question.
            “My knees are starting to hurt…”
            Levi chuckled silently and said, “Okay, you can sit cross-legged.”
Eren shifted to that position, which was much more comfortable. Levi kept
stroking his hair, and Eren found him resting his head against his superior’s
knee. Levi didn’t reprimand him for it; rather, he thought it was adorable.
Before long, Eren had closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.
                                ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 
            Eren woke up a few hours later with a stiff neck and back. He
immediately tried to move to stretch out, which only reminded him of the collar
on his neck and the leash connecting him to the chair. He flushed with
embarrassment again, even though there was nobody around but Levi. It was still
weird to be leashed up like a dog.
            Levi noticed Eren was awake when the boy moved his head off of his
knee. He’d kept stroking through his hair the entire time Eren had been asleep
and he’d been doing his work, so he could tell when Eren’s head was no longer
under his hand. Deciding it had been long enough, and that he’d finished enough
of his paperwork, he put down his papers and neatened the piles that had
accumulated on his desk. When he was finished, he leaned back in his chair and
watched Eren stretch as much as he could with the small amount of slack on the
leash. He didn’t intervene until Eren reached behind his neck and made to
unclasp the leash from his collar. Levi reached forward and brushed Eren’s
hands away, which made Eren turn to glare at him sleepily.
            “Levi, take it off,” Eren complained. “It’s uncomfortable, and I’m
not a dog.”
            The older man chuckled and leaned forward until he was mere inches
away from Eren’s face, grasping the boy’s chin to keep him from looking away.
“Really?” he asked. “I remember promising to the Military Police once that I
would train you like one. Don’t you think I should keep my promises, Eren?”
            Eren huffed and pulled his face out of Levi’s grasp. He didn’t want
to think about the trial, about how Levi had beaten him up when Eren was
restrained and helpless… He didn’t want to think about how cruel it was or how
Levi was only doing because it was the only way to save Eren’s life or how Eren
secretly didn’t hate it all that much… No, he didn’t want to think about any of
that. He just wanted this stupid leash off. He reached behind his neck again in
an attempt to unhook it, even though he knew Levi would be faster than him and
able to swat away his hands.
            “Hey, Eren,” Levi said, and Eren turned to see him unwrapping the
leash from around the arms of the chair. “I’ll take the leash off if you do
something for me.”
            Eren was wary, since Levi was wrapping the loose end of the leash
around his hand now, which would make it very easy for him to move Eren around.
Levi tugged at the now-shortened leash until Eren got the message and crawled
in front of the chair and knelt before Levi. With his free hand, Levi undid the
button of his trousers, keeping a steady watch on Eren’s shocked reaction that
the boy was trying to hide. He unzipped his trousers and pulled them and his
underwear down far enough to free his soft cock from its confines. He guided
Eren’s head forward to it using the leash. Eren got the message, and he
grumbled, “You could have just asked for a blowjob,” before he placed a soft
kiss on the tip of Levi’s dick.
            This wasn’t the first blowjob Eren had given Levi, so he knew how
to suck at the tip and tongue the slit to get Levi hard, and then how to place
wet kisses up the sides and on his balls once he was there. This time, however,
Levi wanted to fuck Eren’s face more than he wanted a skilled blowjob. When
Eren was sucking at his tip and he was fully hard, Levi wrapped the rest of the
free length of the leash around his hand and gripped Eren’s hair, which caused
the boy to look up at him with his mouth still on his dick and Jesus if that
wasn’t one of the best sights Levi’s ever seen. Levi calmed himself down enough
to give Eren some warning – he wanted to fuck his mouth, yeah, but he didn’t
want to actually choke the poor boy.
            “Eren,” he breathed. Eren blinked up at him in acknowledgement.
“I’m going to fuck you face.”
            Eren’s eyes went wide for a second before he looked down again.
He’d been practicing taking Levi deeper lately, but he wasn’t sure about this…
though it did sound really hot, if he were to be honest with himself. Deciding
to try it out, because why not, Eren took Levi down as far as he could go,
swallowing around him as he did so. Levi seemed to get the message, because the
grip in Eren’s hair tightened even more and he began to control the movement’s
of Eren’s head.
            He didn’t mind that he was practically choking with how deeply Levi
was thrusting into his mouth. He knew that he should have; that it shouldn’t
feel so good to have Levi’s hand grip tightly at his hair and not allow Eren to
move at all, just like the collar he could feel even more distinctly around his
throat when Levi’s dick was forcing it open wider shouldn’t be such a turn on.
Eren couldn’t help but move one of his hands to his own to rub at his growing
erection.
            Levi, for his part, was so distracted by Eren’s mouth that he
didn’t realize where the younger’s hand was going. He just kept using his grip
on Eren’s hair to fuck into his mouth. As he felt his release coming, his
rhythm grew messy and he just barely had the clarity of mind to rasp,
“Swallow,” before he kept Eren’s face pulled close and he came down Eren’s
throat.
            Eren couldn’t swallow all of it, but he tried. Thankfully, as soon
as he was done coming Levi had let go of his grip and let the leash loosen a
bit so that Eren could pull off an cough, some come that he hadn’t been able to
swallow dribbling down his face. One he was done coughing, he wiped at it using
the back of the hand that wasn’t currently pressing into his groin.
            When he finished recovering from the bliss of his orgasm, Levi
wrapped the loose portion of leash that he’d let go of in his haze back around
his hand and pulled Eren up. It took Eren a moment to get the message, and in
the time Levi noticed Eren’s hand on his groin. He pushed it away with his foot
and pulled Eren the rest of the way onto his lap. “Did I say,” he said, still a
little out of breath, “that you could touch this?” Levi pressed his palm onto
Eren’s groin and the younger moaned.
            Eren was too confused, lost in his desire to get off, to understand
what Levi said for a little bit. When he did, he just put his own hand over
Levi’s and pushed it into his clothed dick to get some more friction. “Levi,
please,” he groaned. Levi just pulled his hand away and grabbed Eren’s wrists
so he couldn’t touch himself anymore. Eren groaned again and tried to grind
down onto Levi’s lap.
            Levi was finding Eren’s struggle amusing, but he decided he should
say something more. “Eren,” he said, demanding the boy’s attention. After Levi
repeated it a couple of times Eren finally stopped grinding on him and paid
attention. “You should go find the others and get to work.” Eren looked
extremely confused. “You wouldn’t want them thinking you’re getting special
privileges, would you?”
            It took Eren a couple of minutes to comprehend that Levi wasn’t
going to let him get off. His eyes went wide as he stared at his cruel lover’s
face. “Levi,” he whined. “You can’t just leave me like this.”
            Levi chuckled darkly. “I’ll let you come later, Eren,” he promised.
“But until then, we both should get back to work.” Eren groaned and dropped his
head to Levi’s shoulder, horrified that Levi wouldn’t finish him off too. He
turned his face to Levi’s neck and began kissing there in an attempt to change
his superior’s mind. Levi, however, was having none of it. He pushed Eren away
from him until the younger was pushed out of Levi’s lap and had to stand,
letting the leash unravel so that he could move that far. Levi let go of the
leash and tucked his own soft member back into his pants. Then, he stood as
well and reached up to unclip the leash from Eren’s collar. He looped it up and
put it back in the desk drawer when he was finished, and then sat back down in
his chair, fully prepared to get back to business. He looked up at Eren, who
hadn’t moved in that time, and said, “Well? Get back to work.” Eren was still
in shock, but he forced himself to move his legs as he left Levi’s office,
still hopelessly hard.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Levi keeps ruining Eren's life. Eren breaks a window. Trouble ensues,
     but it might not be as bad as Eren expected.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry it's taken so long! I'm not 100% happy with this chapter, but I
     wanted to get it out.
     Things become more consensual in this chapter, which is always cool.
     And caring softie Levi comes out a bit too. XD
     As always, my tumblr is downtheupstairs!
            Eren hadn’t even gotten down the hall before he figured out that he
could take care of things on his own. He smiled and immediately searched for
someplace private to jack off. After passing a few bedrooms, which were too
likely to be entered, he found the floor’s cleaning closet and decided that
that would be private enough, and there’d be rags so he could wipe himself off
and everything. He hadn’t seen anybody else on the floor, so it seemed like
nobody was working up here yet. They were probably still cleaning the
downstairs, since that was where all the common areas were and they got the
dirtiest. So Eren snuck into the cleaning closet and unzipped his pants,
letting out a sigh of relief as he finally wrapped his hand around his still-
hard member and began started stroking himself.
            However, it was only a few more minutes before he heard voices in
the hallway.
            “Wait, why are we coming up here? We weren’t finished downstairs.”
That was Sasha’s voice, if Eren was hearing correctly as he stuffed himself
back in his pants and tried to cover himself up as he felt around for the lamp
that should be on the wall here somewhere.
            “I don’t know.” That was Connie. “Levi just said for us to start
working up here.”
            Eren paused. Levi? Dammit, he must have done this specifically to
stop Eren from getting off. He couldn’t believe that the man would wait until
Eren was gone, go all the way downstairs, and tell Eren’s friends to come clean
up here just to keep Eren from getting off. What did Eren ever do to spite
Levi? He had just let the man fuck his face! He deserved this!
            He didn’t have time to curse Levi in his mind, however, because he
could hear Sasha and Connie getting closer. He found the lamp and turned it on,
letting a soft orange glow coat the cramped room. All Eren needed now was an
excuse to be in there. He found a handkerchief and began to tie it around his
head just as the door opened.
            “Eren!” Sasha exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”
            Eren turned his head as he kept tying the handkerchief around what
would certainly be messy hair after all the pulling Levi had done, but he made
sure to keep his hips angled away because he didn’t want them seeing his tented
pants, even though the leather skirt of the uniform sort of helped to hide it.
            “Um,” he said, almost out of breath because of the adrenaline. “I’m
supposed to clean up here too. Levi asked me too.”
            “Oh!” the girl said, perking up. “Great! You can help us!” He
noticed how the girl’s eyes darted to the collar around Eren’s neck, reminding
him that it was there. It was weird how comfortable he’d gotten wearing it over
the course of the day.
            Eren thought over what Sasha had said and let out a weak chuckle
and an unenthusiastic “Yeah…” as he found a rag that he could surreptitiously
hold in front of his crotch until he could get a moment alone to adjust
himself. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen for a few more minutes, since Sasha
and Connie followed him to the first room. The turned away for a moment then
and Eren used that as his opportunity to adjust himself so he wasn’t tenting
his pants as badly and he tried to think of anything to help him calm down.
Titans. Big, ugly titans, trying to destroy humanity. Levi, spinning in with
that green cloak and slicing those titans’ necks. Levi, standing over their
steaming corpses, the blood evaporating from his swords. Fuck, why was that so
hot? Dammit, Jeager, get yourself together. He focused on the titans, and not
Levi fighting them, as he cleaned, and eventually it was enough to calm his
erection.
            It did, however, draw the attention of the others.
            “Woah, Eren!” Connie yelled, drawing Eren from his thoughts of
killing titans. He heard Sasha gasp as he turned around. “Dude, you broke the
window!”
            Eren looked at what he’d been cleaning and saw the broken pane of
glass he’d scrubbed too furiously. “Fuck,” he said, dropping to the floor and
sweeping the broken shards of glass onto his rag.
            “Are you ok?” Sasha asked, coming over. Eren flushed red with
embarrassment.
            “I’m fine. Just scrubbed too hard.”
            “It looks like you punched it!” Connie added, coming over as well.
            Eren mumbled incoherently and finished collecting the broken glass
before he stood up. He brushed the broken pieces still in the pane off as well
to completely clear it before he left the room to go dispose of the shards.
            When he returned, Sasha offered to switch places and clean the
windows for him and let Eren mop. Eren had to agree that it probably was for
the best. As he mopped he dreaded getting chewed out for breaking the window
later. He hoped it wasn’t something Levi would end up hearing about, but since
it had to do with cleaning – the only thing Levi was completely in charge of –
he doubted that. As if Levi wasn’t already torturing Eren for no reason – he
didn’t want him to make his life any harder.
                               ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
            Eren knew he was in trouble at dinner. He was sitting between Armin
and Mikasa, who were pointedly not looking at the leather collar around Eren’s
neck – being around so many people made him so much more conscious of it – and
when he looked over and met Levi’s eyes, the man simply raised an eyebrow. Eren
was too afraid to see what else Levi might do, so he quickly looked away and
tried to work up the appetite to eat something. He never did, even with
Mikasa’s prodding him, so he only had a few bites of food before relinquishing
it all to Sasha, who sang Eren’s praises for the rest of dinner.
            He tried to sneak away to avoid Levi for the rest of the night at
the very least, but he should have known that would be impossible. When it was
almost curfew, he tried to sneak down to his dungeon room without being seen,
but he didn’t even make it to the stairs before he came across Levi, leaning
against the wall. He had been waiting for Eren, if the leash coiled around his
hand was anything to go by. Eren gulped and looked away. He knew it was too
late now, but he had to try.
            “I’mjustheadingtomyroomnow-“ Eren said quickly, head down as he
tried to quickly pass by the Corporal. “SogoodnightCorporalI’llseeyou-“
            He was cut off when he nearly ran into Levi because the elder was
suddenly in front of him, arms crossed. Eren yelped and backed up a step, but
stayed there. He knew better than to try to run now, and there was nowhere for
him to run to, anyway. He kept his head down until he heard Levi’s voice, which
commanded, “Head up.”
            Eren couldn’t help but obey, but he still didn’t meet Levi’s eyes.
He didn’t think the elder cared very much, since he just reached up and turned
Eren’s collar around so that the ring was in front. He uncoiled the leash
around his hand and hooked it to the ring, and then he started walking away.
            Eren struggled to keep up with Levi’s quick pace, especially since
he had to lean down a bit so he wasn’t choked by the shorter man holding the
leash over his shoulder.
            They managed to make it back to Levi’s quarters without incident.
Thankfully, there was nobody in the hallways to see Eren being towed along.
There was one close call where they passed an open door to a room that seemed
to hold a few people still awake and chatting. Eren had tried to back away so
they wouldn’t be passing right by the door, but Levi just tugged him forward
harder. It didn’t sound like anybody had actually seen them, though, and once
they were past Levi said, “Be glad I’m not making you crawl.” Eren was
perfectly good the rest of the way to Levi’s room.
            Levi practically threw Eren inside before closing and locking the
door. Eren stood patiently, staring at the floor, as Levi locked the door, not
wanting to get himself in any more trouble. After he ensured nobody would
interrupt them, Levi turned and walked to his desk, towing Eren behind him. He
turned his chair away from the desk and sat, leaving Eren standing in front of
him. After making himself comfortable and letting Eren dread even more what was
to come, he tugged on the leash.
            “Kneel.”
            Eren obeyed the command, keeping his eyes on the floor and
definitely not anywhere near meeting Levi’s eyes until the elder reached
forward with the hand holding the leash and gripped Eren’s hair, roughly
turning his head up so their eyes would meet.
            “So,” Levi began, keeping his grip on Eren’s hair. “Want to tell me
what you did this afternoon?”
            Eren gulped, but knew it would be better to answer than not. He
still tried to avert his eyes from meeting the Corporal’s steely glare as he
admitted, “I… I broke a window pane.”
            “And why did you do that?” Levi asked.
            Eren thought about the answer for a minute before his anger took
over his fear of Levi. He was no longer afraid of meeting Levi’s gaze – rather,
he glared right back as he reached up and tore Levi’s hand from his hair.
“Because you were teasing me!” he accused. “First, I blow you and you refuse to
do anything for me, and then when I was going to take care of myself, you
purposefully sent Sasha and Connie up here to stop me! That’s so unfair!”
            Levi allowed Eren to rant, but the second he was finished he pulled
at the leash so that Eren’s face was mere inches from his own.
            “I never claimed to be fair,” he said. Then he allowed Eren to
kneel normally again as he sat back in his chair. “Now. I don’t want to punish
you, but you’ve left me no other choice.”
            “Like hell you don’t!” Eren spat. “You’re totally getting off on
this!”
            Levi just chuckled in response and pulled Eren up onto his lap.
“The more you talk back, the more I’ll have to punish you,” he said, shifting
to hold Eren by a hand around his lower back and a hand on the back of his
head. He leaned close to Eren’s ear and whispered, in a suddenly gentle tone,
“I’m not going to hurt you, Eren. It will feel good, I promise. You just need
to trust me.” He paused, and Eren didn’t think he imagined the slight
uncertainty in Levi’s voice when he continued. “Do you trust me?”
            Eren didn’t answer right away. He thought over all that he and Levi
had been through. Levi had never given him a reason not to trust him. Even
their first encounter when Levi beat him up in the courtroom, he had been
completely honest about why that had been necessary. Levi had never been
anything but honest, letting Eren know how he wouldn’t hesitate to cut him down
if he ever went rogue, even after their relationship became more than just
Corporal and recruit. And when it came to their physical relationship, Levi had
always made sure Eren was ok. He took things at Eren’s pace, even when Eren
could see how hard it was for him.
            So he made his decision, and his voice was fully confident when he
answered. “Yes,” he said softly. “I trust you.”
            Levi left a gentle kiss right below Eren’s ear, and when he pulled
back his face was the same cold mask from before. “Right,” he said. “Now,
strip.”
            Eren was trembling as he stood up and slowly took off his clothes,
folding them neatly on Levi’s desk because Levi always scolded him if he didn’t
fold his clothes, no matter how impassioned they were. He left on the collar
and the loose leash, because he had a feeling he wasn’t supposed to take those
off unless Levi specifically told him. That seemed to be the right choice, if
the way Levi was looking at him from the chair was any indicator. When he was
finished, Eren stood in front of Levi, feeling self-conscious because of how he
was naked and Levi was still fully clothed. Even if Levi had seen him naked
plenty of times before, it was so different from the both of them being in the
same state of undress and running their hands all over each other.
            The thought of all of their other escapades made Eren’s dick
twitch. He was still sensitive from his denied orgasms earlier, and his body
still wanted some kind of release. Of course, the twitch wouldn’t go unnoticed.
Levi smirked and reached out with one hand to give Eren’s dick a few quick
strokes, just enough to get him half-hard. Eren whimpered when Levi pulled
away, and the older man chuckled as he sat back in his chair.
            “Ok,” Levi said, patting his thighs. “Across my lap.”
            Eren didn’t immediately follow. Instead he warily asked, “Why?”
            Levi gave him a look that reminded Eren of his earlier promise to
trust the man before sinking back into his cold façade. “You still need your
punishment for breaking the window.” He patted his thigh again, obviously
impatient.
            Though he trusted Levi, Eren was still a bit afraid. He laid down
across Levi’s lap, feet still on the ground and hands holding onto Levi’s leg
so that he stayed balanced. Levi helped by shifting so Eren was more securely
on his lap before he reached for Eren’s hands and brought them behind his back.
Eren’s breathing sped up, but he didn’t say anything as Levi removed his cravat
and tied it around the boy’s wrists. Levi rubbed a hand over the boy’s
shoulders and stroked it through his hair to help him calm down before he
brought his hand to the boy’s bottom and rubbed circles on one of the pert
cheeks.
            “Count for me, Eren,” Levi said, using that as his only warning
before bringing his hand back and smacking Eren’s ass.
            Eren was too shocked to follow Levi’s orders, instead letting out a
surprised yelp.
            “Count,” Levi reminded, and this time his voice was much darker. He
slapped Eren again.
            “O-one!” Eren called, hoping this was what Levi wanted. He got no
indication either way, but he decided to keep with it, even though his ass was
already beginning to sting. It wasn’t like he was unused to pain. He’d been
through military training. He had gotten his goddam arm bitten off. But this
was a different kind of pain. It wasn’t that it necessarily hurt, but it was
certainly embarrassing. He didn’t know why it was so embarrassing; there wasn’t
anybody else around to see this. But he kept counting, anyway, and Levi’s
strikes came steady, each one just as hard as the last. At around ten, Eren
found that his eyes were starting to well up, and he didn’t know why. He was
actually crying by fifteen, because even though he’d gone through military
training and had gotten his arm bitten off, this still stung. He hated the
tears and tried to stop them, not wanting to seem weak, but without the slaps
letting up he couldn’t contain them and keep counting them out.
            Levi stopped at twenty. Eren flinched and opened his mouth in
anticipation of twenty-one, but instead Levi’s hand came down gently on Eren’s
ass, soothing first one cheek and then the other. Eren sniffled, trying to stop
the tears that fell straight from his eyes to the floor because of his
position. He didn’t want Levi to see that he’d been crying. It hadn’t even been
bad, so he didn’t know why his body was doing that. The same went for his own
hardness that he didn’t realize until he shifted a bit on Levi’s lap. What was
wrong with him? Why was he reacting this way? Levi’s hand felt good soothing
over his sore bum, but it didn’t stay there long. Eren even found himself
whimpering when the hand left him.
            The older man moved Eren then, picking him up and having him
straddle his legs so he was kneeling on the chair facing Levi. Levi’s hand
moved from Eren’s waist and then down to his butt to hold the boy securely on
his lap. His eyes went from Eren’s hardness up to the tears in his eyes, and he
moved one hand to wipe those away as he pulled Eren closer. He gently rubbed
Eren’s back and the boy let his head rest on his superior’s shoulder. He untied
the cravat around Eren’s hands.
            “Are you okay?”
            Eren was in some ways surprised that Levi would ask that, but at
the same time he knew Levi was caring at heart. He didn’t feel like talking, so
he just nodded into Levi’s shoulder. Levi kissed the side of Eren’s head and
stood, carrying Eren by the back of his thighs. Once Eren adjusted to the
shock, he clung to Levi until the man laid him down on the bed. Eren scooted up
so he could lie properly on the bed, Levi crawling over him the whole way.
            “I promised you I’d make you feel good, right?” Levi said quietly.
Eren just nodded again. He’d forgotten about that. Levi just smiled and kissed
Eren’s neck right below the collar. He trailed kisses down Eren’s chest towards
the boy’s cock, taking a detour to suck on a nipple on the way. Eren was
panting by the time Levi was on his dick, bobbing to take the entire length
down his throat.
            Levi didn’t suck Eren off for very long before he pulled off and
turned the boy onto his back. Eren groaned and looked over his shoulder to see
what Levi was doing. The man placed a kiss on one of Eren’s ass cheeks, then
looked up to meet the boy’s eyes.
            “You’re already healing,” he said with a smirk in his voice. Eren
huffed out a laugh – who knew his titan powers would come in handy for a
situation like this? He crossed his arms in front of him and laid his hands on
them as he heard Levi rustle around in the beside table drawer. As he expected,
he soon felt Levi spread his cheeks and a slick finger circled his entrance.
Levi didn’t take too long before he pressed the finger in. He took his time
stretching Eren, even though he knew he was prepping the boy more than he
necessarily needed. He wanted to be gentle after the spanking he’d just given.
He wanted to take care of his boy. He brushed Eren’s prostate every so often,
and each time Eren would grip the sheets and moan and push back against the
older man’s hand. When the boy was thoroughly prepared, Levi pulled his fingers
out and slicked up his own member.
            He pressed in slowly, and when he was in as far as he could get in
the position he pressed his body against the length of Eren’s, kissing his
shoulder as he waited for the boy to adjust. Eren started pushing back against
him to let Levi know he was ready, and Levi pulled out, pushing his chest up to
kneel over Eren instead of lying on him, and started grinding into Eren,
setting a slow and gentle pace.
            Eren wasn’t a fan of the slow and gentle pace. After not too long,
he groaned out, “Wait.” Levi froze completely. He didn’t think he’d done
anything wrong but he didn’t want to chance it. Eren just squirmed around,
causing Levi’s cock to slip out of him, as he adjusted so he was on all fours.
He then waited for Levi to press back in, reaching back to blindly grope for
the man when he didn’t move, still afraid of actually hurting the boy. He
realized Eren had just wanted to adjust, however, when the boy’s hand found his
cock and he started guiding it back to his hole. As Levi pressed in again, Eren
moaned at the deeper angle he could reach. The boy moaned out, “Harder,” and
Levi decided to obey. He quickened his rhythm and aimed for the boy’s prostate,
managing to hit it every few thrusts. He reached a hand around Eren’s hips to
stroke the boy’s member in time with his thrusts, which grew increasingly
staggered as they both neared their release. Levi could tell Eren was close,
and he moved his hand faster on the younger’s cock until Eren seized up and
moaned through his release, becoming boneless as soon as he was through. Levi
helped the boy lay down comfortably, slipping out of him in the process, before
taking himself in hand and trying to stroke himself to release.
            He was interrupted, however, by Eren’s hand once again groping for
him. Levi let Eren weakly grip his length and stroke him, putting his own hand
over the boy’s to help him. It didn’t take him very long to come on both their
hands with a sigh of Eren’s name.
            When he came down from his orgasm, Levi looked down to see Eren
smiling goofily up at him. He smirked back until the boy surprised him by
bringing his hand to his mouth and beginning to lick Levi’s come from it. After
being shocked for a moment, Levi scowled and wiped his own hand on the blanket.
He lightheartedly muttered, “Disgusting,” in response to Eren’s activity, and
the boy just chuckled and stopped licking his hand, wiping it on the same
blanket Levi had. The elder used the blanket to clean the both of them
completely before he threw it off the bed. There was no way he’d use that to
sleep after using it as a towel.
            The moment Levi laid down fully on the bed, Eren grabbed him and
pulled him into his chest to cuddle. Levi would never admit to liking the
cuddling, even to Eren, but he always feigned to grudgingly allow the boy to do
it. He had a feeling that it wasn’t something Eren would compromise on, anyway.
Whenever they were in bed together, the boy would latch onto Levi like some
sort of monkey. It meant that Levi would end up waking up drenched in sweat
because of the boy’s unnatural heat, but Levi put up with it and just take a
long morning shower to deal with it. It was, he had to admit to himself, worth
it to fall asleep at night and wake up in the morning listening to Eren’s
steady breathing and heartbeat, a small reminder that they were still alive.
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