Mikasa couldn’t help the giddy smile on her face. She knew that Eren, her boyfriend, was coming to meet her uncle and cousin this afternoon, and she was entirely too excited about it. She hoped it would go well, though she did know that Kenny and Levi weren’t exactly the… easiest people to get along with. Hopefully they would behave themselves for her sake - and honestly the same could be said of Eren too.

He was a good boyfriend, but sometimes he needed a little… guidance. Levi emerged from his bedroom groggily. He’d been in a bad mood because his boyfriend Erwin was out of town on a business trip. Kenny was already sitting at the kitchen table having his usual coffee while he read the paper. Uri was also out of town on a family vacation, and the two were not particularly happy campers at the moment without their lovers.

Mikasa put the kettle on for Levi’s tea, which he thanked her for as he walked over to the bread box and got himself started on some toast. Levi and Mikasa were the primary cleaners and cookers of the household - Kenny wasn’t one for any of that ‘bullshit’ as he so eloquently referred to it. Well, Mikasa did a lot of the cooking, and Levi did a lot of the cleaning, mostly because he was hellbent on finding every speck of dirt and dust in their house and destroying it.

Mikasa got her morning smoothie and plate of Eggo blueberry waffles, and sat down at the table to eat her breakfast. Levi soon joined with his peach-jam toast and raspberry tea - his usual breakfast routine.

Mikasa swallowed the bite of her waffle before asking calmly, “So… you boys remember Eren’s coming to visit today, right?”

She was immediately met with two grimaces, and Levi and Kenny exchanged disgusted looks before Kenny sighed, “Yeah, we remember. I hope the kid’s on his best behavior.”

“He’s not a kid, Uncle Kenny,” Mikasa sighed, sipping on her smoothie through a straw. “We’re both 19.”

“Still kids in my book,” Kenny shrugged.

“Did you tell him to shower before coming over?” Levi asked before crossing his arms with a grim expression on his face. “I don’t want any smelly Jaegers in my house.”

Levi had a particular dislike for Eren’s older brother, Zeke. They’d dated briefly in college before having a massive breakup, and Levi hadn’t spoken a fond word about a Jaeger boy since then, not even when Mikasa told him she’d started dating Eren.

“I’m sure he’ll smell fine, Levi,” Mikasa rolled her eyes. “Besides, you two are just grumpy because you haven’t gotten laid in a week.”

The two men started blushing, Kenny hiding it behind his newspaper and Levi looking off to the side while he took a long sip of tea. Right on the money, Mikasa smirked. She continued to eat her waffles in silence while the two reckoned with the blow she’d just dealt them.

After breakfast, Mikasa showered and got ready, putting on a cute floral crop top with some high-waisted jeans. She felt excitement flowing through her as the minutes ticked down. Finally, she heard the doorbell ring, and rushed downstairs to answer it before either of her grumpy uncles could.

“I got it!” She called, hearing a grunt from her uncle in response from the living room. Levi must’ve been somewhere else in the house cleaning or something.

Mikasa opened the door, greeted by the sight of Eren standing there in a nice floral button-up and jeans, his long hair up in a man bun - he’d matched her (she’d sent him a picture of her outfit earlier), which practically melted her heart. It just felt as though they were meant to be.

Mikasa smiled and wrapped her arms around his middle, hugging him in greeting, “Hi Eren.”

“Hey babe,” Eren smiled back and kissed the top of her head. “How’s it going?”

“Good,” Mikasa sighed as she pulled away, taking Eren’s face into her hands and sharing a sweet kiss with him. She was just so enamored at the sight of him matching his clothes to hers.

“Oi oi oi,” she heard Levi from behind her. “No kissing in the doorway. You’re letting in a draft.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes and pulled away, tugging Eren into the house and shutting the door as she turned to her cousin, “I seem to recall how in love you looked when Erwin did the same thing to you last week.”

Levi’s face started turning red as he shot her a glare, “Shut it.”

Eren held out his hand to Levi, “Hey Mr. Ackerman! Nice to see you.”

Levi stared at his hand for a moment before taking it into his own and shaking it lightly, “You can call me Levi. Mr. Ackerman is too formal for me. And just call Kenny by his name too. He’s too much of a fuck-up to be called Mr. Ackerman anyways.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes - though her cousin wasn’t entirely wrong. Eren nodded, looking a little taken aback, “Yes sir- I mean Mr. Ackerman- I mean Levi.”

Mikasa took Eren’s hand into hers and squeezed it gently to reassure him that everything was okay. She could tell he was incredibly nervous to meet the two men who had practically raised her, and she didn’t want him to feel too much pressure.

“Ah, so this is the Jaeger boy deflowering my little princess!” Kenny sauntered into the room with laugh. He was joking, though Eren didn’t appear to figure that out yet.

“I… excuse me?” Eren sputtered out, eyes wide.

“He’s joking,” Mikasa leaned up to whisper in his ear. “I’m no little princess, trust me.”

Eren quickly recovered and held out his hand to shake Kenny’s, “Nice to meet you, Kenny.”

“Kenny?” Her uncle’s eyes widened slightly. “That’s Mr. Ackerman to you, kid.”

Eren looked thoroughly confused, and Levi smirked at having tricked the Jaeger boy. Mikasa wanted to smack herself in the forehead. What a mess.

“Let’s go sit in the living room,” Mikasa ushered everyone out of the foyer, trying to move past the awkward encounter.

The four of them scuttled into the other room, Eren and Mikasa sitting on the couch while Kenny and Levi took the two separate arm chairs across from them. Mikasa took Eren’s hand and ran her thumb soothingly over his knuckles, knowing he was probably still anxious. Levi and Kenny both had their arms crossed - the grumpy motherfuckers.

“So Jaeger,” Levi grumbled. “You got a job yet?”

“Yes,” Eren replied. “I… I’m working at Taco Bell right now. Just for the summer. I’m going to college in the fall.”

Kenny leaned forwards intimidatingly, his eyes narrowing, “And what are you going to school for?”

Eren swallowed thickly, tugging on his collar, “U-Um… well I’m undecided for now…”

“Undecided?” Levi scoffed, exchanging an unimpressed look with Kenny.

Mikasa wished they wouldn’t do this. She’d been incredibly welcoming when Kenny had brought Uri home, and same with Erwin and Levi’s relationship. Couldn’t they just be happy for her? Mikasa was glaring at the two of them, clinging to Eren’s hand defiantly.

“Y-Yes…” Eren murmured sheepishly.

“Eren got really good grades the last year of high school,” Mikasa beamed, trying to impress Kenny and Levi. “He’s going to the same college as me.”

Levi shrugged, “It’s a community college.”

“Yeah,” Kenny agreed, and Mikasa could’ve strangled them both for being so rude.

Eren cleared his throat awkwardly, “U-Uh… can I use the bathroom?”

Mikasa nodded, “Yeah, it’s down the hall to the left.”

As soon as Eren was out of the room, she threw her uncle and cousin the deadliest glare she could before growling, “You two couldn’t be any less welcoming, could you?!”

Kenny and Levi both looked away from her sheepishly at being scolded. Mikasa continued in a hushed voice, not wanting Eren to hear her, “You’re both so fucking rude. Was I like this when you brought Uri and Erwin over for me to meet? No. So pull the sticks out of your asses and be more welcoming.”

She sat back in her seat and crossed her arms, hearing Eren coming out of the bathroom and walking back towards the living room. Levi and Kenny both looked flabbergasted at her words, and possibly a little ashamed at their behavior.

Eren sat back down next to Mikasa, still looking incredibly nervous. That’s when Levi put on his best smile - which was more of a smirk if anything, “Hey Jaeger. You like pasta dishes? I’m about to go make some fettuccine. You’re welcome to stay for dinner if you’d like.”

Kenny got up and clapped a hand on Eren’s shoulder, “You can help me pick out a good wine, if you’d like. We have quite a few in the cellar.”

Eren looked a little surprised, but pleasantly so. He smiled shyly up at Kenny, “U-Uh… sure. And I like pasta. I’d love to stay for dinner.”

Mikasa smiled as Kenny began to lead Eren from the room so he could show him the cellar of wine, and Levi got up to go start on dinner. She was feeling like her cousin and uncle were at least trying now, and that’s all she could ask for.

Levi sat back against the headboard of his cot, reading over the newspaper about the Jaegarists that were coming into power. He and Hange were both in prison cells next to one another, and Jean, Connie, and the Braus family were in the two cells across from them.

Armin and Mikasa were ‘having a talk’ with Eren, whatever that meant. The Jaegarists had found Zeke and Levi, and immediately arrested Levi and Hange and put them in cells with the rest of the non-Jaegarist faction of the military.

A creak of the door was heard, and Levi looked up to see Armin and Mikasa being led through the door. Levi raised an eyebrow. Armin had bruises on his face, his lip split open as steam poured from the wounds. His fists were swollen, as though he’d been in a fight. Mikasa, on the other hand, had a dead look in her eye, tears rolling down her cheeks. Levi instantly felt anger flowing through his veins. What the hell had that stupid boy done this time?! And to his own best friends?!

Mikasa was put in the cell with Levi. Something about them both being ‘Ackermans’ meant that they were to be jailed together. Armin was placed with Connie and Jean across the hall. Levi could hear the two hassling Armin to tell them what happened, trying to assess his wounds, etc. Armin wasn’t saying anything, simply insisting he needed to lie down.

Mikasa sat down on her bed, staring down at her lap and letting the tears roll down her face. She looked completely heartbroken. Levi wasn’t an idiot. He knew that Mikasa loved Eren… very much. So much that she would do anything for him. But clearly, he’d said or done something to upset her like this.

“What did he do?” Levi asked in a solemn voice, putting the newspaper down and sitting up on the edge of the bed so that the two of them were facing one another now. “Did he say something to you?”

“… it’s nothing,” Mikasa whispered, holding onto her scarf as if her life depended on it, her fingernails sinking into the red knitted fabric in a desperate hold.

“It’s not nothing,” Levi muttered. “And I’m not asking you tell me. I’m demanding. Tell me what he did. Did he hurt you?”

Mikasa didn’t appear wounded, but if Eren had hit Armin… or ordered someone else to hit Armin, then Levi wouldn’t put it past the idiot to hurt Mikasa too. She shook her head slowly, black locks hanging in her eyes.

“No,” she sniffled. “He just… He said… that all Ackermans are slaves.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, confused by what she was saying, “What? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Mikasa wiped her eyes with her sleeve and rested her hands carefully in her lap, as if she was entirely too fragile right now. She treated her own body as though she was made of porcelain. Perhaps because she probably felt as though she might break at any moment.

“He said,” she continued quietly, possibly fearful the others might hear. “That Ackermans are born to be slaves to someone… and that… that the reason I get headaches is because I can’t defy his orders because… because I’m his slave.”

Levi’s eyes widened, unable to help himself as he growled, “He what?!”

His blood was boiling. He was seeing red. In fact, he was almost sure that steam was coming out of his ears. But Mikasa hadn’t even revealed the worst part, if it was possible for things to get worse than they already were.

“And then…” Mikasa mumbled, sounding entirely broken. “He said he hates people who aren’t free… he said… he said he’s always hated me.”

A quiet sob escaped her, and Levi had never felt so furious in all his life. He’d met plenty of infuriating people, but Eren Jaeger was pretty high up on that list. How could he say something like that to Mikasa?! Especially when it was clear to everyone how much she loved him?! She’d always been there to care for Eren, and he’d repaid her by behaving this way - by telling her something he knew would break her heart.

Levi got up from his bed, fists clenched at his side as he stormed to the cell door. He gripped the metal bars and started shaking them, growling at the guard, “Get over here. Now.”

The guard was a young man who was clearly just following the Jaegarists to protect his own ass, and he looked fearful of Levi as he walked over to the cell, keeping a good distance between them, “Y-Yes, Captain Levi?”

“You go tell Eren Jaeger that one of the Ackerman slaves needs a fucking word with him. Right now,” Levi snarled, holding the bars so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

The guard looked like he wanted to argue, but was too scared to do so. In Levi’s opinion, the man should’ve been scared. Levi was going to fuck up anyone in his path who blocked him from getting to Eren right now.

The guard left the cell momentarily, and Mikasa was silently sniffling behind him as he waited for an audience with Eren. Soon enough, Floch, Eren’s little bitch (as Levi referred to him), came into the hallway with the young guard, looking a little irritated.

“What do you want?” Floch crossed his arms. “You can’t see Eren.”

“I have information he needs,” Levi lied, glaring holes through Floch’s head. “So let me see him. It’s information about the Ackerman curse.”

Levi didn’t really believe in an Ackerman curse, but he watched Floch’s eyes widen in interest, before he nodded at the guard to let Levi out. They put him in handcuffs and led him down the hall. Mikasa said nothing when he left. She seemed too depressed to even notice what he was doing anyway.

They brought Levi into a room with a table and bookcases. Eren sat at the table, while Zeke stood at the open window, smoking a cigarette. Levi sucked in a deep breath to stop himself from lunging at the Jaeger brothers, particularly Eren. He was made to sit in the chair across from Eren at the table, the brunette staring at him with an uninterested glare.

Levi waited for Eren to shoo Floch and the guard out of the room, two guards still standing outside of the door just in case. Levi’s hands were still handcuffed behind his back, and he sat calmly, so calm it was almost terrifying, especially considering how angry he was.

“So what is it you’re here for, Captain?” Eren asked.

“I’m here on behalf of Mikasa,” Levi growled from deep in his throat. “You fucking piece of shit.”

Eren barely reacted, his eyebrow and left index finger twitching only slightly - barely noticeable. Zeke was watching them from the window, sucking on the cigarette and blowing smoke outside. He didn’t flinch at Levi’s words either.

“Oh?” Eren murmured, unperturbed. “And what do you have to say on her behalf, then?”

“You know what you’re doing,” Levi barked. “You fucking asswipe. How dare you say that to her? Call her a slave… tell her you hate her… you know that’s not true! And beating up Armin - what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Eren was staring darkly at Levi as he gnashed back, “Is it untrue, Captain? Are you telling me that you Ackermans aren’t slaves?”

Zeke chuckled from behind him, ashing his cigarette, “Don’t let him get to you, brother. He’s simply a little troublemaker… aren’t you, Levi?”

Levi refused to look at the bastard. He hated Zeke almost more than he hated Eren in this moment. But it seemed as though he had struck some sort of chord with Eren, who was starting to fume at Levi’s words.

“I’m not a fucking slave, Jaeger,” Levi spat.

“Then what would you call your relationship with the former commander?” Eren asked with a raise of an eyebrow. “You did everything Commander Erwin said, followed every order. Does that sound like a free person to you?”

Levi grit his teeth, pulling at the handcuffs behind him hard enough to make marks in his wrists, “Keep his name out of your disgusting mouth.”

“Oh, seems like you lit a fire in him just by saying the bastard’s name,” Zeke laughed nonchalantly, taking a seat at the table now. “I have pretty good aim, don’t I, Levi?”

Levi could’ve lunged at Zeke just for that. But he knew that wouldn’t get him anywhere. Levi continued to ignore Zeke’s existence, choosing to stare daggers at Eren instead.

“Maybe I should’ve kicked you harder all those years ago in the courtroom,” Levi huffed. “Knocked some sense into you. Fuckin’ idiot.”

Eren sighed and sat back in his seat, “Maybe I’ll prove to you your Ackerman curse. Zeke knows plenty about Ackermans… and the science behind their servitude. So perhaps I’ll hand you over to my brother for him to do as he pleases with. Who knows? Maybe you’ll be his slave next.”

Levi could see Zeke’s shit-eating grin out of the corner of his eye, and the thought of being the man’s slave disgusted him to the point that he could’ve thrown up right there and then. Even back in the forest, Zeke had made advances on him several times, and Levi didn’t like the idea of being under Zeke’s control, even if he didn’t believe in an Ackerman curse. He had followed Erwin out of his own free will - whether he could prove that to Eren or not.

“I will never be a slave,” Levi snarled before he hocked spit in Eren’s direction. “Especially not the slave of some stupid little pea-brained Jaeger.”

Eren’s eyes flitted to something that Levi didn’t recognize in him, wiping the spit from his cheek. Sure, Levi could’ve believed that Eren was putting on a bit this entire time - that he was simply doing this to protect himself and perhaps the ones he loved. But Eren’s dark stare almost scared Levi. He didn’t know this Eren.

“Zeke, he’s all yours,” Eren deadpanned before rising from the table. “Do with him as you wish.”

Zeke looked all too eager, watching Eren head for the door of the room, “Thanks, little brother.”

Eren left the room, and Levi continued to stare down at the table with both anger and stubbornness. That is, until Zeke placed two fingers on his chin and tilted it upwards so that they were looking at one another. Levi snapped at his fingers with his teeth like a dog, and Zeke retreated with a laugh.

“I’ll make a slave out of you yet,” Zeke promised.

Kenny watched the rain patter against the window of the tower, the smell of a strange concoction wafting through the air. Uri was making a potion of some sorts in his cauldron. Kenny sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed. He’d been cursed with dark magic on one of his recent trips, and the town sorcerer, Uri, had spent weeks tending to him and trying to find a cure.

Kenny could feel the dark magic brewing in his soul. It would result in bouts of severe anger, where he would throw things and scream and shout. Uri would try to calm him down, but that often resulted in Kenny falling to the floor and convulsing until the spell wore off.

Uri was a sweet man, and Kenny couldn’t lie to himself when he thought about his feelings for him. He was a good soul, and Kenny felt awful whenever he broke things in Uri’s space after one of his bouts of the spell. He’d never laid a hand on Uri, and he was thankful for that, as he couldn’t control himself when the spell took affect.

But Uri never complained. Kenny would wake up from his spell to find Uri sweeping up glass or picking up strewn items with not a bad thing to say. And Kenny appreciated that about him. He was a strange man, but a kind one.

“I think this potions almost done,” Uri said with a smile.

Kenny turned to smile back at him, but he could feel an anger brewing in his chest. Oh no, he thought to himself, feeling the affects of the spell start to creep up on him. He tried to fight it, he really did, but suddenly, things were becoming a blur to him. He must’ve gotten off the bed, because suddenly he was shouting nonsense and knocking over a chair.

Uri quickly sprung into action, placing his hands on Kenny’s chest and whispering soothing things. Kenny was suddenly being led backwards towards the bed, and then he was laying on top of the covers. He could feel his eyes roll back as he began to convulse.

“Oh Kenny,” he could hear Uri’s tearful voice. “Kenny, please… come back to me…”

Kenny wanted to. He would do anything that sweet voice asked of him. But he was shaking, limbs twitching and moving uncontrollably. Uri was running his fingers through Kenny’s long hair, sniffling and continuing to murmur sweet nothings. Kenny hadn’t realized that Uri would cry when he was like this. It made him feel even worse, even though he could do nothing to control himself right now.

After a good ten minutes, Kenny’s episode was wearing off. He could feel his eyes roll back to normal, regaining control of his limbs. When he came to, he looked over to Uri, who had tears rolling down his face.

“Why…” Kenny cleared his throat. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry, Kenny,” Uri sniffed. “It just seems as though no matter what I try, I can’t cure you.”

Kenny frowned, taking one of Uri’s hands into his own, “Uri… you don’t have to apologize. Being here with you is helping me plenty. It doesn’t matter if you cure me. As long as I’m here with you… I’m happy.”

It was the truth. Kenny couldn’t keep these feelings from Uri any longer. Uri’s face lit up, a small smile appearing on his lips before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Kenny’s mouth. Kenny could feel the redness on his cheeks as his eyes widened in surprise, then closed as he kissed back.

As Uri pulled away, static and light began emanating from Kenny’s body, and he and Uri watched in shock as a dark shadow pulled itself from his chest and evaporated into the air above them. Kenny could feel a weight being lifted off his shoulders, a strong power in his chest. Had that been the cure all along?

“I… I’m free,” Kenny breathed in disbelief before turning to Uri with a grin. “You did it, Uri. You found a cure.”

Uri was crying happy tears now. He threw his arms around Kenny and hugged him tight, kissing the side of his head, “I’m glad. I’m so glad, Kenny. I wonder what finally did it.”

“You,” Kenny replied. “You were my cure, Uri.”

Levi squealed and giggled as he ran around the throne room, playing some sort of game all by himself. He was only three, and already a pretty lonely kid. Kenny watched his nephew with some sort of bittersweet feeling. King Rod was out on business, and Kenny had to look after Levi for the minute, so he’d allowed the kid to roam free in the throne room, at least until the king got back. Levi’s mother had died last winter of a horrible sickness, so Kenny was all Levi had left.

Kenny was the current head knight of the Ackerman clan, in charge of the king’s affairs. Kenny really wasn’t interested in the royal family - it was mostly just the family business, what was expected of him. He didn’t care much about the politics of it all - as long as his family was safe.

That’s when someone entered the throne room, and Levi ran right into their legs, falling back onto his ass and gasping in shock. Kenny’s eyes widened slightly as the toddler burst into tears and started rubbing his eyes. He recognized the small man who had entered as Uri, the king’s brother. He’d met the man on several occasions, but the two didn’t know each other well.

“Oh no!” Uri exclaimed, kneeling in front of Levi and lifting him so he was back on his feet. “Oh, I’m so sorry little one! I didn’t mean to get in your way!”

Levi sniffled and wiped at his tears, turning around and running back to Kenny. He was a shy kid, so he wasn’t fond of strangers. He instantly began jumping up and down at Kenny’s feet, holding his arms out to him.

“Up! Up!” Levi cried.

Kenny lifted Levi and held him on his hip, sighing, “Don’t cry, kid. It was an accident.”

Levi buried his face in Kenny’s shoulder and sobbed quietly, his little fists clinging to Kenny’s jacket. Kenny bounced him gently, Uri approaching them cautiously as he apologized, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset him so.”

“It’s quite alright,” Kenny reassured him. “He’s just a little sensitive. But he’ll be okay.”

Uri frowned at the little one before smiling as though he was remembering something. He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a wrapped candy, tapping Levi on the shoulder. Levi sniffed and rubbed his eyes, turning to see the candy and unable to help but smile a little before he took it and hid his face in Kenny’s shoulder again timidly.

“What do we say, kid?” Kenny asked, rubbing the toddler’s back soothingly.

“Tank you…” Levi whispered as he peered at Uri curiously. “…for the candy.”

“You’re welcome,” Uri smiled sweetly, tugging on the little boy’s leg and causing him to giggle and kick his legs excitedly. “What’s your name? I’m Uri.”

“Lee-bye,” Levi pronounced carefully.

“Levi,” Kenny corrected. “This is my nephew. Just taking care of him while the king’s out. Hope he doesn’t mind.”

Uri nodded and winked up at Kenny, “We’ll keep it a secret between us. Rod gets sensitive about certain things so… I’m not sure how he’d feel about a child in his throne room.”

Kenny could feel the redness building on his cheeks, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. He just thought the king’s brother was being incredibly kind, not to mention cute. Kenny always had a soft spot for people who interacted well with his nephew.

“Thanks,” Kenny replied, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Unky Kenny,” Levi poked his uncle’s cheek. “You all red!”

Kenny only blushed worse, and Uri was giggling now. Of course his nephew had to embarrass him like that. What a little brat.

“Yeah yeah,” Kenny muttered, setting Levi on the ground. “Go play.”

Levi shoved the candy into his pocket to eat later and began to run around again, and Kenny could barely look at Uri now. Uri placed a gentle hand on Kenny’s arm, and Kenny finally met his eyes. They were a beautiful violet color, and Kenny felt his stomach fluttering. He’d never really paid much attention to Uri before - he’d been far too busy attending to the king. But now that they were here without Rod, Kenny was noticing how beautiful the man was.

“No need to worry,” Uri reassured him, patting Kenny’s arm gently. “I don’t mind your blushing.”

God, Kenny wanted to die. He’d never been so embarrassed. But the way Uri was looking at him was incredibly sweet, and Kenny knew the man wasn’t just pitying him. He was being genuine with his words.

“A-Ahem,” Kenny cleared his throat. “Sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

The door flew open yet again, and this time it was the king, followed by several of his guards and advisors. Kenny’s eyes widened, and both him and Uri’s eyes flew to Levi, who hadn’t been paying attention and was about to run right into the king. King Rod wasn’t entirely fond of children, despite having several of his own.

Kenny was frozen as he watched Levi wander into the king’s path, the king not even looking where he was going. But Uri sprung into action, sweeping Levi up out of King Rod’s path and placing him on his hip.

Rod stopped in his tracks, staring at his brother with the little one on his hip. Levi looked confused, but surprisingly was okay with being in Uri’s arms - perhaps because the man had won him over with the piece of candy.

“What’s this child doing in my throne room?” Rod frowned, and everyone went silent.

Kenny opened his mouth to speak, to try and explain, but Uri beat him to it, “This is Kenny’s nephew. I was babysitting him.”

Kenny was flabbergasted that Uri would take the fall for him, and Rod didn’t look very pleased, “Well, keep him out of my damn throne room. It’s no place for a child.”

Levi held tightly to Uri’s cloak, looking a little frightened. He could clearly tell Rod was not fond of him, and Kenny was worried the kid might burst into tears if not for the fact that Uri was rubbing his back to keep him calm.

“Yes, brother,” Uri replied, turning to wink at Kenny before taking Levi out of the room.

If Uri wasn’t the king’s brother, Kenny would’ve protested the man taking Levi. But something in him really trusted Uri, and he knew that the boy would be safe with him, so he stayed put and waited for the king to sit in his throne and give him a briefing on his next tasks.

It was a month later when the incident occurred. Kenny had never risen his voice against the king. He’d never fought back against anything the king had ordered, until now. And Uri had been there to witness the entire thing.

Uri had been taking care of Levi for him over the past month, which was an incredibly kind thing for him to do. Over the weeks, the two of them were becoming closer and closer, sharing laughs and interesting conversations.

Kenny and Rod were walking towards his throne room, and as soon as they opened the door, Kenny’s blood ran cold. Levi appeared to be playing in the throne room again with Uri. Uri had his eyes covered, counting aloud while Levi hid underneath the king’s throne, covering his mouth as he giggled so he could try and keep quiet.

Upon hearing the door open, Uri removed his hands from his face and stopped counting, face turning white when he saw Kenny and the king. Kenny’s eyes widened and immediately went to Levi, who was still hiding under the throne. The door closed behind them, and the king was looking between Uri and Kenny in confusion for a moment before he noticed the child beneath his throne and threw an absolute fit.

“Is this the same child I told to stay out of my throne room?!” Rod boomed, storming towards his throne. “This is no place for a child to play!”

“I… I’m sorry, Rod,” Uri tried, trying to beat his brother to the throne and pick up Levi.

But Rod was closer, and he grabbed Levi by the arm and dragged him from beneath the throne. Levi gasped in surprise and tried to pry Rod’s thick fingers off his wrist, looking over to Kenny in shock and terror. Rod took a seat on his throne and yanked the child over his knee, raising a hand to hit him. Kenny leapt into action at the sight of his nephew’s scared face and the king’s raised hand. He’d been beaten too many times as a child to let it happen to Levi, and the genuine fear on the toddler’s face awoke something in him.

Before he knew it, he was in front of the king, tearing Levi away from him and delivering a harsh punch to the man. It was much harder than he’d intended - knocking the king unconscious. Kenny scooped up Levi and hugged him tight, the shocked toddler quaking in his arms.

“Shh,” Kenny cooed, kissing Levi’s cheek and whispering in his ear. “Shh, baby. I’m here. Uncle Kenny’s here. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, remember? It’s all okay now.”

Levi was hiccuping and sobbing into Kenny’s shoulder when Kenny finally realized what he’d just done. He’d knocked the king unconscious. Kenny looked over to Uri, who was staring with wide eyes at Kenny.

“I… I’m sorry,” Kenny stuttered. “I didn’t mean to… he just… he almost hit Levi…”

Uri swallowed thickly, rushing to Kenny’s side and taking his arm, “We have to get you out of here. Quickly. He’ll have your head for that, and who knows what he’d have done to the child.”

Kenny knew Uri was right. As soon as it was found out what he’d done, he’d be arrested. And when the king awoke, he would very likely order Kenny’s beheading, not being particularly fond of anyone who defied him, let alone knocked him unconscious.

“Let’s go,” Uri began dragging Kenny and Levi from the throne room. “I can get you out of town. I know a few people.”

“What about you?” Kenny asked. “Rod will know you snuck me out.”

Uri frowned, “Rod’s already plotting my demise. He’ll… He’ll use this to take me down…”

Kenny was shocked to hear that. Sure, he knew Rod and Uri didn’t have the best relationship, but he’d never imagined that Rod was plotting to kill his brother. Kenny felt his heart go out to Uri, and he wanted desperately to save the man.

“Come with us,” Kenny decided as the two hurriedly walked up to Kenny’s room so he could retrieve some of their things. “Come with us, Uri. Don’t let your brother kill you.”

“They’ll come after us,” Uri insisted as Kenny grabbed a bag, balancing Levi on his hip as he began stuffing things into the bag. “He’d let you go… but me, he’d search for me until he was certain I was dead.”

“I don’t care,” Kenny snapped, setting Levi down momentarily. “I don’t give a damn if he tries to find us. I’ll protect us as best I can. I… I can’t let you die, Uri, especially not on account of me.”

Levi was running towards Kenny with his ragged old bunny stuffed animal - it had been his mother’s, “Unky Kenny! Bunny come too!”

Kenny stared down at the bunny before sighing and taking it from Levi, stuffing it into the bag, “Okay kid. Bunny comes too.”

“And Oo-ri!” Levi pointed at Uri before grabbing ahold of the shorter man’s hand and tugging on it. “You come too! We be a family! You the mommy… Unky Kenny the daddy!”

Both Uri and Kenny turned red at that, and Kenny rolled his eyes and tried to play it off, “Okay kid. Whatever you say.”

He avoided Uri’s gaze as he added sheepishly, “But seriously Uri. Please come with us.”

Kenny stepped closer to Uri, who was staring up into Kenny’s eyes with a nervous smile on his face. Uri glanced down at Levi’s pouty pleading face before looking back into Kenny’s eyes. Kenny brought his hand up to touch Uri’s cheek. Uri was turning an even deeper shade of red as he smiled up at Kenny, just like he had that first time when he’d told Kenny he didn’t mind his blushing.

Kenny leaned down and pressed a kiss to Uri’s lips, ever so gently, as though he was worried that pushing too hard might push Uri away. Uri kissed back, sighing into it and wrapping his arms around Kenny’s neck.

“Yuck!” They heard from below them, and separated, looking down at Levi, who was making a disgusted face as he pointed up at them. “That’s icky!”

Kenny and Uri couldn’t help but laugh at that, and then Uri beamed up at Kenny, “I’ll go with you.”

Kenny lifted the bag over his shoulder, and Uri took Levi onto his hip. Kenny reached his hand out and took Uri’s, and the three quickly made their way out of the castle and onto the road to make their escape.

Levi screamed bloody murder, a sound that made Erwin’s skin crawl, his heart sink into his stomach. He hadn’t stopped yelling for the guards to let Levi go - shouting at them until his throat felt raw from the effort.

Erwin had even heard the poor man screaming for his help, and Erwin felt completely useless sitting here in this cell, simply listening to Levi’s torture for hours on end. It was driving him to the point of insanity.

On the tenth day, the guards finally came and opened his cell, and Erwin, though entirely exhausted and mentally unstable from hearing Levi’s cries for days on end, was eager to get out and see what state the captain was in. He was praying Levi was still okay, or as okay as he could be considering what had been happening to him.

The guards led Erwin down the hall, and Erwin was glancing inside every cell they passed, hoping he’d see Levi. When they got to the end of the hall, they opened the last cell and pushed Erwin inside, following him in. Levi was sitting against the wall, no longer in handcuffs and no longer fighting back. That scared Erwin more than anything. The Levi he knew would never stop fighting to free himself. But here the man was, sitting on the floor with no restraints, not even moving when the door swung fully open and then closed again.

“Levi,” Erwin whispered in shock.

Levi didn’t look up. He had bags under his eyes, a permanent tremor in his hands. The guards handcuffed Erwin to the wall before leaving him in that cell with Levi, and Erwin didn’t understand why they were doing this. Did they just want Erwin to see how Levi was now after all that suffering?

“Levi,” Erwin repeated softly, kneeling on the ground. His handcuffs had some chain to them, so he was able to sit next to Levi comfortably, though he couldn’t go far. “Levi… are you alright? Please… look at me, Levi.”

Levi didn’t even flinch, not seeming to register Erwin’s words. He was staring determinedly at a spot on the floor. Erwin didn’t want to touch Levi or scare him, but he didn’t know how else to get through to him. He placed a careful hand on Levi’s shoulder to get his attention. Levi quickly shrugged Erwin’s hand off, still staring at the floor. Erwin hoped that meant a part of him was still there.

“Do you see it?” Levi croaked out, still staring.

Erwin didn’t see anything but a disgusting concrete floor, “No. What do you see?”

“It’s baby bunnies…” Levi replied, a psychotic grin spreading across his face. “Do you see them, Mama?”

Erwin frowned. Levi thought he was with his mother, perhaps playing in a meadow and stumbling across a nest of baby bunnies. Erwin choked back tears, trying to keep his emotions at bay. He knew that wouldn’t help them now.

“I see them,” Erwin murmured, trying to play along with whatever game this was. “I see them, Levi.”

“No, Mama,” Levi whimpered, suddenly in some distress. “Don’t leave me alone at the house. I’m scared.”

Erwin watched Levi’s face scrunch up in pain as he jerked back against the wall, nearly hitting his head and shouting, “No! Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!”

Erwin’s eyes widened slightly, and he scooted backwards, putting his hands up in innocence, “I’m not touching you, Levi. Shh, take some deep breaths, okay? I’m not going to touch-”

“Don’t hurt me!” Levi screamed, hands up in front of him to protect himself.

“Nobody’s going to hurt you,” Erwin tried. “Levi, please… please look at me. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Levi screamed and yelled for help, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks now. Erwin’s heart was physically painful with each thud of its beat. He stayed silent now, knowing that his words weren’t helping anything. Levi eventually calmed down, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed and hiccuped.

“I’m sorry,” Levi blubbered. “I’m so sorry.”

Erwin swallowed thickly. Levi was reliving some sort of traumatic memory from when he was young, and Erwin could do nothing but watch. He’d never seen anyone look as broken and small as Levi did in this moment.

“I… I…” Levi cried, his voice barely a whisper. “I’ll be good… I promise I’ll be good… I just want Mama. Please.”

Levi’s chest heaved with the desperate breaths of each sob, and he looked up at Erwin for the first time, face stricken with tears as he whimpered, “I just want Mama…”

“Oh Levi,” Erwin breathed, unsure of how to handle this situation. “I’m so sorry.”

Whatever they had done to Levi had completely broken him. He looked away from Erwin now, rocking back and forth on his ass as he hugged his knees to his chest and began to whisper ‘I just want Mama’ over and over again.

Kenny pushed Uri down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, kissing him deeply and groaning as he ground his hips down onto his lover’s. Tonight was finally the night they were going to fulfill their promise to one another.

Kenny was a vampire, and he and Uri had been planning on turning Uri into a vampire as well.

“Kenny,” Uri whispered in between kisses. “Oh Kenny… I need you…”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Kenny nipped at his lips before moving to his jawline and then his neck. “Fuck, I want you so bad, baby.”

Uri pushed his hips up against Kenny’s, sighing at the pleasurable feeling. Kenny brushed some hair from Uri’s forehead before pressing a gentle kiss there. Of course this was a lustful activity, but Kenny couldn’t help but be tender with his love-making. He just cared for Uri so much. And Uri liked things to be slow and beautiful between them, so Kenny would oblige.

Kenny held up three fingers to his lover’s lips, watching with hooded eyes as Uri took them into his mouth and began to coat them with his saliva. Uri was the most beautiful man that Kenny had ever met, from his violet eyes to his light-colored hair. He could feel himself getting incredibly turned on just from watching Uri with his fingers in the man’s mouth.

He pulled them out of his mouth with a soft ‘pop’ noise, and Kenny gently pushed them between his cheeks, rubbing them against his entrance and beginning to open him up. Uri let out a sharp gasp at the initial intrusion, clinging to Kenny’s naked body before reaching down to tug at Kenny’s cock, spreading the pre-cum from the tip down the shaft.

“Shh,” Kenny whispered, his own voice a little shaky from holding back a moan. “Just relax, darling. I’ve got you.”

Uri sighed and allowed his body to relax, letting all the tenseness in his body go. He groaned as Kenny nudged a second finger past his entrance and began to pump them both slowly. His cock twitched in Uri’s hand, and he grunted at the feeling of Uri’s fingers running over the weeping head of it.

Kenny shortly added a third finger and speared him on his digits, listening to Uri’s pleasant mewls when he found his prostate. Finally, he removed his fingers and helped position Uri so that he was lying on his back with his legs up, Kenny laying on top of him.

“Oh Kenny,” Uri whimpered as Kenny began to push in, the two groaning at the feeling of finally being connected again like this.

Kenny sighed and sat fully inside of his lover for a moment, just to get them both used to the feeling. Uri’s thighs felt so small in his hands - the man was minuscule compared to him, but somehow they made things work.

Slowly but surely, Kenny began to pull out and push back in, setting a rhythm that wasn’t too harsh for either of them. Uri groaned and wrapped his arms around Kenny’s neck, tugging him close and mouthing at his earlobe, one of Kenny’s most sensitive spots.

“Ngh-” Uri gasped. “K-Kenny… fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Kenny panted, picking up the pace a little bit and feeling as though he was going to lose his mind and simply start pounding away at the poor man.

He held back, circling his hips slowly before going back to a regular pace. Uri was jerking himself off, sweat shining on his forehead and mouth open with moans spilling out. Kenny was getting close himself, and he held back as he waited for Uri to come first, which was just how he liked to do things.

Uri gasped as he came onto his stomach, and Kenny groaned, pumping a few more times before he spilled inside of his lover, kissing and licking at Uri’s neck. Just as intended, the ritual was almost complete. There was just one final step.

Kenny sunk his teeth into Uri’s soft shoulder, sucking the blood from him and listening to Uri moan at the feeling. Kenny had fairly good self-control, and after letting himself suck for a little too long, he pulled away and pulled out of Uri, the two breathing heavily at the aftermath of their love-making.

“Unky Kenny!” Kenny heard, and quickly threw the covers over the two of them as both of their eyes widened. “Oo-ri!”

Levi, Kenny’s three-year-old vampire nephew who he and Uri took care of in the wake of Levi’s mother’s death, pushed the door open and started walking into the room, not a care in the world and no idea as to what had just occurred.

“What do you want kid?” Kenny snapped. “And what did I say about knocking?!”

Levi stopped in his tracks, crossing his arms and looking annoyed, “I knocked! Nobody answered!”

Kenny sighed. They must not have heard the knock. Levi frowned as he looked between the two of them, “Why are you all sweaty? And not wearing no clothes?”

Kenny pulled the covers up around them tighter, and Uri was clinging to Kenny’s arm, the wound on his shoulder still fresh and dripping onto the pillows. Luckily, Levi hadn’t noticed that, and Uri was doing a good job at hiding it.

“What do you want?” Kenny asked again, ignoring Levi’s questions.

“I’m hungy…” Levi pouted.

“I’ll come and make you something to eat, baby,” Uri decided. “Just go wait in the kitchen and I’ll be right there.”

Levi smiled, his eyes lighting up, “Pancakes?”

It didn’t matter what time of day it was, Levi always wanted blueberry pancakes. Uri chuckled softly, “Sure, honey. Go ahead, I’ll be right there.”

Levi giggled excitedly and ran from the room, and the two adults breathed a sigh of relief. Kenny laughed and nuzzled noses with Uri before kissing him sweetly, “You better get making those pancakes or you’re gonna have two hungry Ackermans to deal with.”

Uri rolled his eyes and pecked Kenny on the lips, getting out of the bed and starting to get dressed. He used tissues to clean up his neck wound, knowing within days he would turn. Their promise to one another was finally going to be fulfilled.

Levi rutted against the sheets, whimpering and groaning as his clothed cock rubbed against the fabric. He was so damn horny. He didn’t understand what was making him like this. It had all started when they’d come back from their mission. Furlan and Isabel had died tragically, and Levi was feeling like shit for being this fucking horny when his friends had just died. What the hell was wrong with him?

It had happened in the moments after Levi had decided he was going to follow that damn captain: Erwin Smith. He clenched his fists up by his head and humped the sheets, delirious with pleasure as he tried to reach his orgasm - it would be his fourth one today. He was alone in the barracks - everyone else at lunch. But that’s when the door to the barracks opened, and he heard someone with heavy footsteps walking in. Levi threw the sheet over himself and forced himself to stop moving, despite the fact that he’d been incredibly close.

Levi bit his lip and peered over his shoulder to see Erwin Smith walking towards his bed. Levi could feel himself blushing at being caught so sweaty and clearly up to something. Erwin stood at his bedside, and Levi was putting his defenses up, getting ready to swear at the captain and tell him to fuck off.

“Levi,” Erwin sighed. “Why aren’t you in the mess hall? You’ve been missing all morning.”

“Fuck off,” Levi grumbled, unable to help his fingers from gracing over his clothed erection, a quiet whine escaping his throat.

“Excuse me?” Erwin scolded in a low tone. “You will not speak to me that way, Levi. I am your superior. Now what’s the problem here? Are you sick?”

Levi whimpered quietly, sucking on the inside of his cheek as he fought to stay still. He didn’t understand why he was so desperate. He was so close to just giving in and humping the sheets to completion in front of his captain, that’s how desperate he was.

“Levi,” Erwin snapped, arms crossed. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m so fucking horny,” Levi breathed before he could even think about what he was saying. Once it left his mouth, he couldn’t stop himself. “God… I don’t know what’s fucking wrong with me. It’s like I’m never satisfied, no matter what I do. Oh fuck…”

Levi rolled his hips down onto the bedding again, unable to look at Erwin as he did so with a groan. He’d never been so embarrassed in his life, but something about Erwin being this close to him was doing things to him. He could smell the man’s musk and it was driving him absolutely up the fucking wall.

There was a long silence from the captain, and Levi could’ve died simply from the fact that he was embarrassing himself - he was being so vulnerable and disgusting in front of his superior. He half-expected Erwin to begin making fun of him.

But he instead felt a shift on the bed, and looked over his shoulder to see Erwin cuddling up behind him, spooning him. Levi was almost mortified at first, until he felt Erwin’s arm wrap around his waist and draw him closer. Levi groaned as he felt the semi hard-on through Erwin’s pants.

“So you’ve been feeling it too, then?” Erwin murmured deeply in Levi’s ear. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we got back from that mission. I’ve tried everything... but nothing will cure it.”

Levi whimpered and nodded, “Y-Yeah... Yeah me too. Fuck, Erwin. What the fuck is going on?”

“I have a theory,” Erwin began, but Levi quickly realized he wasn’t in the mood for Erwin’s theories right now.

“Just shut up and fuck me,” Levi turned around and grabbed Erwin’s face in his hands, plunging in for a deep and hungry kiss.

Levi wrapped his legs around one of Erwin’s strong thighs and began humping against the muscular legs. God, he had never wanted someone so badly before. Erwin was grasping everywhere he could get to, primarily Levi’s ass. He was working on tugging off the offensive clothing that separated them from skin-on-skin contact.

Erwin pulled Levi’s pants down hurriedly, grinding his clothed cock against Levi’s naked ass. It felt huge, and Levi whined and pushed back against it, helping Erwin by kicking his pants and briefs off from around his ankles.

He didn’t care if someone walked in on them now. He was too far gone now. Levi felt Erwin’s thick fingers prodding at his lips, and he opened his mouth a little before they were forced inside. Erwin was just as desperate as he was, if not more so, and that only turned Levi on more. Levi moaned and sucked on Erwin’s fingers as best he could, knowing this was likely the only lubricant he’d be getting in their hurried attempt to fuck.

“Oh,” Levi gasped when Erwin pulled his fingers out and began rubbing one against his entrance. “O-Oh! Fuck…”

“There you go,” Erwin cooed as he began to nudge a finger in, and Levi twisted his body so they were facing one another now. “Fuck… so warm.”

Levi was giving Erwin hungry little nips to his jaw and chin, whining as Erwin began to open him up on his fingers. His hands wandered Erwin’s broad chest, squeezing and groping at the luscious pecs he found there. Erwin’s hot breath was on his skin as he watched his fingers going in and out of Levi’s hole.

“Ngh,” Levi whined, tugging Erwin’s pants open hurriedly and pulling out his cock. “It feels so good.”

Levi spread the pre-cum from the tip down the shaft as he jerked at Erwin’s cock, both of them moaning as they pleasured one another. Finally, Erwin pulled his fingers out, pushing Levi onto his back and climbing on top of him. Thank god he was flexible because Erwin pressed his legs up so that he was practically folded in half, prodding Levi’s hole with his cock.

Levi was panting, a long drawn-out whine escaping his mouth when Erwin began to press in. It felt like everything was coming together - like the stars were aligning. Having Erwin inside him just… felt right. He was no longer feeling that burning horniness, aside from his need to cum. He was feeling satisfied with Erwin pushing into him with one slow thrust.

“Oh Erwin,” Levi sighed, sounding a little more high-pitched than he’d wanted to. “Fuck me… fuck me!”

Erwin was pressed all the way in now, holding Levi’s thighs in his large hands. They were both staring at the place where they were connected, and Erwin seemed to be a little more at ease as well now that he was fully seated inside of Levi.

But that’s when their hungry fuck began. Erwin pulled out and pushed back in, encouraged by Levi’s loud moaning. Erwin pressed his body over Levi’s, fucking him harshly as their hips snapped together loudly. Anyone walking by the barracks building likely knew what was going on inside. But neither of them were thinking about that now.

Levi stared up into Erwin’s soft blue eyes. They were usually so stern and cold, but right now they looked fucked-out with pleasure, half-lidded and full of lust and something else Levi couldn’t quite place. Levi wondered how his own face looked - probably fairly similar. He was a whimpering mess, sweat glistening on his forehead and gasps and moans spilling from him with every thrust.

“I’m gonna cum,” Levi managed to get out before he finished all over his and Erwin’s shirts.

Erwin groaned, pumping in and out about a dozen more times before he too finished inside of Levi, pressing their foreheads together as they both tried to calm down from what had just happened. Levi searched Erwin’s eyes, seeing something there that he fully trusted. He leaned up to share a deep kiss with the man, and Erwin kissed back just as deeply, cupping Levi’s cheek in one hand.

Levi’s ass still ached even days later. Erwin had used dark magic to brand his ass with a bonding mark. The effects hadn’t taken place yet. Levi still didn’t like the bastard who’d done this to him. He ran a finger over the calloused skin as he changed into fresh clothes, hearing the door open behind him.

His master, Erwin, stood in the doorway, and Levi quickly tugged his pants up, not wanting the man to see the brand on his ass that meant Erwin owned him. He didn’t need the bastard to be anymore smug than he already was.

“Levi,” Erwin murmured. “In my office in ten minutes please.”

He left. Levi rolled his eyes and started getting his shirt on. That’s when it hit him. Hard. It felt like a punch to the face, and he stumbled backwards as the mark on his ass burned like a hot fire - nearly as badly as when he’d first gotten it.

He groaned and tried to steady himself, but all that was filling his nostrils and his brain was Erwin - his scent, his everything. Levi’s pupils widened, and he didn’t even bother buttoning his shirt back up as he headed down the hall to Erwin’s office without a second thought.

Erwin was sitting at his desk when the little Ackerman entered, a sultry look on his face. He stared as Levi walked in and shut the door, locking it behind him. Levi’s shirt was open and his hair was still messy, and Erwin was a little confused as to what the shorter man was up to.

That was, until Levi rounded the desk and climbed into Erwin’s lap, kissing him roughly. Erwin gasped in shock, remaining stiff as Levi ground his hips down against him. He pushed Levi away gently, but Levi was groaning and whimpering, humping against Erwin like a feral dog. Erwin grit his teeth at the sudden pleasurable feeling in his groin.

“Levi… Levi stop,” Erwin ordered, gasping when Levi only continued with a fervor. Erwin gripped Levi’s hips to stop him, growling, “Cut it out, okay? What’s wrong with you?”

Levi whined, erection straining in his pants as he snarled back, “You’re going to give me what I want, Erwin.”

Erwin’s eyes widened slightly as Levi tore through his pants and boxers, freeing his cock into the open air. He was a little hard already just from Levi’s incessant humping, and he stared in shock as Levi got down onto his knees and began to take him into his mouth. Erwin froze up and groaned at the feeling, unsure of how to get Levi off with his teeth so dangerously close to one of his most sensitive organs.

“Levi,” Erwin hissed. “This is highly inappropriate. And I’m your master. Do as I say.”

“Shut up,” Levi pulled away to whisper before taking as much of Erwin’s cock as he could into his mouth and sucking hard.

Erwin groaned and looked down to see Levi using his other hand to begin prepping his ass. Erwin was feeling a little panicked, not sure what to do with himself. Should he just sit back and let the Ackerman pleasure him? He was feeling his body start to give in, though his mind was conflicted.

He hadn’t taken the Ackerman in as his personal guard with sexual intentions in mind, though the man was rather attractive. He’d instead taken and branded Levi because he wanted someone who could defend him no matter what. Someone who obeyed his every order. Clearly, the dark magic he’d used had backfired, and this insatiable lust the Ackerman had for him was now the result.

“Mmm,” Levi moaned around him, sloppily sucking on his cock and pulling away with an obscene ‘pop’ as he fingered himself with two digits. “So fuckin’ good… I’m gonna ride you till you fill me up with your seed.”

Erwin could feel his cock twitching at Levi’s words, leaking pre-cum everywhere as he held back a groan. He knew it would feel heavenly to be inside of Levi, but he was concerned that Levi wasn’t in control of his actions at the moment - that the dark magic was driving him to do this, and Erwin didn’t want to take advantage of him like that, even though it seemed more like Levi was taking advantage of him at the moment.

“Levi,” Erwin panted as Levi jerked him off in long strokes while opening himself up on three fingers now. “You’re not in your right mind. We shouldn’t be doing this. In fact, I… I demand you stop.”

“Your cock is going in my ass whether you like it or not,” Levi snapped, glaring up at Erwin before his expression softened and he let out a sultry whimper. “I just want it so bad, sir.”

Erwin groaned and leaned back in his chair as Levi took his fingers out and straddled him, “You’re gonna feel so fucking good inside me.”

“Levi,” Erwin tried one last time to shove Levi off, but the Ackerman was too strong. “This is extremely inappropriate conduct, and I won’t stand for it. Get off me immediately.”

It was too late. Levi was sinking down on Erwin’s cock, gasping and moaning as he tried to adjust to the size. Erwin bit his lip hard to prevent a groan, feeling blood trickle from the bite. He gripped tightly to the arms of his chair, letting out a deep sigh as he tried not to voice his pleasure.

“Such a big boy,” Levi hummed and ran a finger up and down Erwin’s chest as he sat down fully on his cock. “Feels so good inside me.”

Levi started bouncing slowly at first, whimpering as the stretch was probably quite a burn. Erwin’s cock was enveloped in his warmth, and he was incredibly turned on, but he was feeling strange about this whole situation.

“Oh god,” Levi sighed as he bounced a little faster, touching his own chest now. “Does that feel good, Erwin? I know you like it. You’re so fucking hard inside me.”

“You’re fucked up,” Erwin hissed between deep, heaving breaths. “You’re not yourself, Levi.”

“But you fucking like it,” Levi snarled back, riding Erwin like his life depended on it. “So let go and enjoy yourself already.”

Erwin could feel himself growing closer by the second. Levi just felt too good. He groaned quietly and put two shaky hands on Levi’s hips, feeling the soft, smooth pale skin there. If Levi kept up this pace, he was going to cum. What would happen when Levi came to? Would he be ashamed… or perhaps he’d feel upset? Upset that Erwin had let him do such a thing. Maybe he’d even feel violated, even though Erwin was the one who felt violated right now.

Erwin tensed up as he came inside of Levi, who threw his head back with a moan and came all over Erwin’s shirt as he whined, “Yes… yes! Oh god… fill me up, Erwin. That’s fucking right.”

Erwin felt gross. If he’d ever thought of Levi in a sexual manner, he’d never imagined it would be like this. Levi removed himself slowly, cum dribbling down his thighs. They were both a sticky mess now, and Erwin cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“You should leave,” he murmured.

Levi grabbed Erwin’s collar and leaned down to his level, kissing him harshly before pulling away, “Now I’ve branded you. How does it feel, Erwin?”

Erwin’s eyes widened slightly, and he pulled away from the kiss, glaring darkly at Levi, “Get out.”