"Envy"

Zeke sat at the conference table in Paradis, awaiting Commander Erwin’s return to the military base. He had never met the commander, but was about to begin negotiations with him as to what plan they should carry out between the government and the Jaegarists. Zeke lit a cigarette during his wait, sucking on it and blowing out the smoke.

The doors swung open, two guards entering before the commander walked in, Levi following closely behind him. Zeke had to remember to breathe properly, as he held his breath when the handsome blonde walked into the room. He was so chiseled, perfectly sculpted muscles with a square jaw and deep-set blue eyes. Zeke couldn’t help but swallow thickly, as the man had an intimidating gaze, shaking Zeke’s hand firmly before sitting down at the table across from him. Levi went and leaned against the wall behind him, ever the obedient little pet of his commander. 

Sure, the commander was handsome, but was he smart? Zeke had certainly heard good things about him. That he could manipulate and twist his words to be an incredible con man. But Zeke was sure he could match him; even outdo him if he needed to. After all, he too was a very smart man.

“Zeke,” Erwin murmured, spreading out some paperwork in front of him, “How are you faring today?”

Zeke shrugged, “Can’t complain. And you?”

“Decent, thank you,” Erwin replied, glancing up from his documents to shoot a charismatic smile at him. Zeke’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest at the sight, and he could feel a blush on his cheeks.

“Now,” Erwin cleared his throat, “Let’s begin our business here. Your brother and his followers are causing quite a stir at the moment, and obviously that does not bode well for the government of Paradis.”

Erwin folded his hands in front of him, “What are your demands, Zeke?”

Zeke spread out his own papers in front of him, pushing a document across the table towards the commander, “Here are our conditions. We want full control of the government to create a New Eldian Empire, so we can carry out our plans.”

“Your plans to what?” Erwin raised an eyebrow, “Wipe out the entire Eldian race? Did you think I would agree to these kinds of conditions?”

His eyes briefly scanned the document before he tossed it back down onto the table dismissively, “You must take me for a fool, Zeke.”

Zeke smirked a little, “Why of course not, commander. I simply have something you don’t: power and control over a good number of your soldiers. Those who have turned on you. If you want to keep control, I’d suggest relinquishing some power and handing over the reigns to my brother and me.”

“And what do I get in return?” Erwin asked.

“To keep your life,” Zeke replied coolly, sucking on the cigarette before blowing out the smoke, “We won’t have you executed.”

“I don’t think you know how little value my life is to me,” Erwin narrowed his eyes, “I do not fear death, Zeke. Do you?”

Zeke was slightly taken aback by the question, not having expected Erwin to ask such a thing. He chuckled lowly, sitting back in the chair as he shrugged, “I suppose everyone’s a little afraid of death in their own way.”

“I suppose,” Erwin agreed, “But the simple fact of the matter stands: I don’t value my life enough to consider it a valuable asset of trade. So what else would you like to offer me?”

“What about power?” Zeke wondered, “We’ll let you keep your position, perhaps even promote you to general.”

Erwin smiled slyly, “Anything you offer me is moot, Zeke. Your plan is to destroy the Eldian race, so you’ll have to convince me why that is worth doing if you want to negotiate anything.”

Of course Zeke already knew that. He wasn’t an idiot; he was simply gauging Erwin’s read on the situation. The man was certainly clever, that’s for sure. And Zeke was finding himself impressed.

“Think of how we suffer,” Zeke started, “The Eldians in Marley who suffer under Marley’s hand, the ones who hold the burden of Titan powers. How can we allow this suffering to continue? My plan is to eradicate the Eldian race by asking the founder Ymir to make all Eldians infertile, unable to carry on the lineage of pain.”

“But why not simply work towards ending the suffering in a different way?” Erwin asked, “Why not merely take over the Marleyan government and build from the ground up? Build a nation based on equality for Eldians and Marleyans.”

“The Marleyans would never agree. There would be wars, much bloodshed,” Zeke responded darkly, “Just more suffering for our people.”

“I believe your brother has a different plan in mind, doesn’t he? I thought he wanted to cause something of a mass genocide of Marleyans and Eldians alike,” Erwin explained, and Zeke had hoped he didn’t know that information.

“I’ve gotten my brother to see my side of things,” Zeke pushed his glasses up on his nose, “He agrees with my plan now.”

“Ahh, I see,” Erwin nodded, putting the end of his pen into his mouth in some thought. Zeke bit his lip slightly, the sight being a little erotic to him. Anything the man did was incredibly hot, and Zeke was surprised to find himself thinking these thoughts in such a serious situation as this one.

“Well,” Erwin sighed, leaning back in the chair, “I simply cannot accept these conditions, Zeke.”

“Then we go to war,” Zeke shrugged, “Simple as that. And you only have one Titan. We have two.”

Erwin frowned, eyebrows furrowed, “You’d really go to war over something like this? Why don’t you want to create a world where everyone can thrive?”

“Because it just isn’t possible,” Zeke insisted, “Not everything is fairies and rainbows, Erwin.”

“You’re right,” Erwin agreed, “But that doesn’t mean we can’t work towards that end. It’ll take time and effort, but I believe we could do it. This world is cruel, so why not try to improve it rather than end it?”

Zeke frowned, “How could you be so naïve?”

“I’m not naïve,” Erwin chuckled, “Merely hopeful. How could you be so cynical?”

Zeke could feel himself blushing again, not expecting Erwin’s retort. He cleared his throat, not sure how to answer. Erwin was simply smiling at him in that cheerful, handsome demeanor he had.

“There’s not much to be hopeful about,” Zeke mumbled, putting out his cigarette in the ash tray. He noticed Levi had been eyeing him this whole time with a glare.

“Perhaps not,” Erwin said with a sigh, standing up, “Well, I think we’re done here. Clearly we just can’t see eye to eye.”

Zeke stood up as well, not wanting Erwin to leave. He had to admit, although he didn’t agree with the blonde, he did admire him. Wanted to understand where he was coming from; how he could see such positive things in such a bleak world.

“Wait,” Zeke reached out towards him to stop him, and Erwin paused, eyeing him curiously, “Let’s have a drink tonight. Perhaps we can discuss more then.”

Erwin raised an eyebrow, “A drink? Not trying to get me inebriated, are you? I assure you, I can hold my liquor quite well.”

Zeke shook his head, “Not my intention at all. I merely thought it might loosen us both up a bit. Make the conversation more friendly.”

Erwin was staring at him coldly all of a sudden, as if trying to read his intentions, before a small smile broke out on his face, and he reached out a hand to shake Zeke’s, “Deal. We’ll meet tonight in my office. You like brandy?”

“More of a whiskey man myself, but brandy will do,” Zeke replied, shaking his hand.

Erwin laughed softly, patting Zeke’s shoulder, “Good man. I’ll see you then.”

Zeke watched Erwin place a hand on the small of Levi’s back and lead him out of the room. He suspected the two were intimate just from the way they interacted, and he had to admit, he was a little jealous of Levi, having such a handsome man in his bed.

He didn’t know what was coming over him, but he had been considerably impressed by Erwin’s intelligence and eloquence, his charm and powerful presence. He could feel the butterflies in his stomach, and the panic that followed as he realized just how fond he was of the commander, just how excited he was to have drinks with him.

Zeke wore his best pressed white shirt with a pair of slacks and his regular long tan jacket. He made sure his hair and beard were combed nicely, and headed from his guest room to the commander’s office. He knocked, hearing Erwin call for him to come in. Zeke pushed the door open, thankful to notice that Levi wasn’t in the room. It would be just he and Erwin tonight. The commander was busy sorting some files, looking up and smiling briefly at Zeke. That smile could make Zeke melt as if he was under a thousand burning suns.

“Hi Zeke,” Erwin greeted, “Please, take a seat.”

Zeke nodded, sitting across from him and taking out his cigarettes, “Do you mind if I smoke?”

Erwin shook his head, “By all means, go ahead.”

“You want one?” Zeke offered, holding the open pack out to Erwin.

Erwin pondered for a moment before plucking one from the pack, “Thank you.”

Zeke nodded, lighting his before leaning over to light Erwin’s for him, feeling the man’s breath on his hand as he did so. He could feel his face flushing slightly, and he sat back down, taking a drag of the cigarette and watching Erwin do the same. Damn, did he look good with a cigarette in his mouth.

“Let’s keep this a secret between us,” Erwin murmured with a sly smile, “Levi would kill me if he found out I was smoking this. I quit years ago, but I figure a little indulgence wont hurt here and there.”

Zeke chuckled softly, “Alright, it’s a secret then. So where’s the brandy?”

Erwin got up and went to his drink cart, pouring two fingers of brandy in two glasses before walking back to his desk and handing one to Zeke. He sat back down, holding it out to cheers, “To your health.”

“And yours,” Zeke agreed, the two clinking glasses before they sipped on the liquid.

Zeke shivered a little at the strong taste, but downed the sip nonetheless, not wanting to seem weak in front of Erwin. He looked around the man’s office, taking in the many books and papers he had strewn about the room; shelves of them, filled with information. Much like Zeke’s own office back in Marley, he couldn’t help but think.

“So Zeke,” Erwin sat back in his chair, “How did you come to have such a negative outlook on life?”

Zeke swallowed thickly, sucking on the cigarette briefly before answering through the smoke, “Had a bad childhood. Don’t think anyone should have to suffer through that type of thing again.”

“Ah,” Erwin nodded in understanding, “I see. I didn’t have much of a good childhood either, so I can relate.”

Zeke was surprised. Erwin seemed the type to have such a cookie cutter lifestyle; he didn’t seem like he’d have a traumatic childhood like Zeke. Perhaps the two had more in common than Zeke initially thought.

“What happened to you?” Zeke asked, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“My father was killed,” Erwin explained solemnly, face growing dark, “Due to my own childish foolishness. He told me things I shouldn’t have been trusted with, and I got him into trouble with the government.”

“I got my parents killed too,” Zeke replied, “Turned them over for betraying Marley. But they were awful to me, particularly my father. I… I was never good enough for him, you see.”

He refused to look at Erwin as he said this, feeling a little sheepish if he was being honest with himself. Erwin paused before responding, “How tragic. He never got to see what a powerful Warrior you became.”

“Probably wouldn’t have been enough for him,” Zeke mumbled, taking a hit of the cigarette, “He was never satisfied with me.”

“I would’ve been proud,” Erwin shrugged, “If I were him. After all, you’re incredibly intelligent, and you seem to wield the power you hold quite well. You almost killed me at Shiganshina, after all.”

Zeke nodded slightly, remembering how he’d wounded the commander, but hadn’t managed to kill him that day. He was thankful now, that Erwin had survived. His heart was warm from Erwin’s words. He hadn’t felt this fondness for someone since Mr. Ksaver, though he was hesitant to admit that this early in their acquaintanceship.

Zeke took another sip of the dark liquid, “Thank you. That’s quite the compliment, Erwin.”

“Of course,” Erwin replied, “I’m just being honest.”

Zeke couldn’t help but feel that blush again, starting in his cheeks and spreading through his face to the tips of his ears. He didn’t understand where this feeling of admiration was coming from, but he knew he enjoyed being with Erwin like this.

Suddenly, the door burst open, Levi standing there. Erwin quickly ashed the cigarette, pretending as though he hadn’t been smoking it. Levi walked in and closed the door, muttering, “Sorry I’m late, one of the brats threw up in training today. It was awful.”

Erwin smiled, his eyes practically sparkling, “Levi, thanks for joining us. Would you like to take a seat next to Zeke?”

Levi stared at Zeke in disgust before shaking his head, “No thank you.”

Erwin chuckled softly, “He doesn’t bite, Levi.”

“Yeah but he breathes,” Levi grumbled before taking his place leaning up against the wall behind Erwin.

Erwin merely smiled fondly at Levi’s words, and Zeke couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. He wanted Erwin to smile about him like that. Zeke finished his brandy and set down the glass, watching Erwin pour him another two fingers and slide it back towards him.

“It’s a shame we can’t see eye to eye, Zeke,” Erwin murmured, “I believe we could be great friends.”

Zeke could feel himself flushing at that, “I mean… I suppose I’d be open to more negotiation, if you’re interested.”

“I’m certainly interested,” Erwin flashed that charismatic grin, “I enjoy our talks so far.”

Zeke’s face was reddening with each passing second, and he pushed his glasses up on his face, clearing his throat awkwardly, “Erm… thank you. Same to you.”

Erwin downed the rest of his brandy and poured some more. The man could certainly hold his liquor, just like he’d said. Zeke was now noticing Levi glaring at him, which wasn’t unusual. However, this time felt different, though Zeke wasn’t sure why.

Erwin leaned forwards, clasping his hands together, “So what can I offer you that’ll make you change your mind about eradicating our race?”

Zeke bit his lip. Of course, nothing could change his mind, as it was already made up. But a few dirty thoughts passed through his mind at first, alarming him slightly. He nearly choked on his drink, coughing and setting it down.

“I don’t think you can change my mind, Erwin,” Zeke admitted, “It’s made up.”

Zeke finished his glass and slid it across to Erwin, who refilled it and held it out for Zeke to take. Zeke grabbed the glass, their fingers briefly touching. Erwin’s hands were calloused and warm, much thicker than his slender, long fingers and cold hands. Zeke held his breath, hands lingering there for a moment before they separated.

“Oi, no touching, monkey,” Levi growled from behind Erwin.

“Oh Levi,” Erwin let out a small laugh, “Zeke’s not going to do anything sinister. Are you, Zeke?”

Zeke shook his head innocently. The only sinister thing he wanted to do was climb into the commander’s lap and- No, he thought to himself, preventing those thoughts from coming forwards, Cut that out.

“Do you play cards, Zeke?” Erwin asked, taking out a deck of cards from his desk drawer, “I don’t know what you have in Marley in terms of games.”

Zeke nodded, “We have a few card games.”

Erwin smiled briefly, tossing the pack to Zeke, who caught it haphazardly, “Teach me, then.”

Zeke could feel himself getting anxious all over again, “Sure.”

He explained the rules of a game he used to play with his parents, where you would first place down one card, then decide to either hit (get another card) or stay. The goal was to get close to or on the number 21.

“Simple enough,” Erwin watched Zeke shuffle the cards, “A game of chance.”

“Yes,” Zeke agreed, placing the first card down. Erwin glanced at it; the queen of hearts, which counted as the number ten.

“Hit,” Erwin spoke after a brief moment, and Zeke pulled out the next card, which was an eight.

“Stay,” Erwin decided, and Zeke pulled his card next: a six.

“I’ll hit,” he murmured as he pulled the next card, an ace, which counted as either one or eleven, depending on what you wanted. Seventeen, he added up the numbers, Erwin will win if I don’t hit again. But then again, I could lose either way if I get a number that sets me over 21.

Zeke thought for a moment before deciding to take the risk, flipping another card over and seeing that, miraculously, it was a three. That put him at 20.

“Stay,” he smirked victoriously, “I win that round.”

Erwin smiled a little, “Very good. I like games of chance. And you certainly seem to like taking risks, Zeke.”

Zeke shrugged, “I suppose so.”

He had taken quite a few risks in his life, the most recent one being betraying his home country to join forces with his brother. Erwin took a long sip of brandy, not even wincing from the taste.

“I’d like it if you would take a risk in our negotiations,” Erwin explained, “Entrust me with the future of the Eldian people.”

Zeke shook his head, “Can’t do that, Erwin. Sorry.”

Erwin shrugged, “Worth a shot.”

Zeke couldn’t help the small smile on his face. He hadn’t been so smitten, so taken by someone in such a long time. Levi walked over to the desk and placed a hand on Erwin’s shoulder, reminding him, “It’s getting late, Erwin. You need rest.”

“Levi, I’m not an old man,” Erwin teased, placing his own hand over Levi’s. Zeke could feel himself getting that ping of jealousy again.

“You’re not a young one either,” Levi argued, “Go to bed.”

Erwin sighed a little, turning back to Zeke, “I’m afraid we’ll need to cut this a little short. I hope you don’t mind, Zeke. We can meet again for lunch tomorrow, if you’d like.”

Zeke nodded, “Of course. That’s perfectly fine.”

Zeke stood, readying himself to go, and Levi removed his hand from Erwin’s shoulder, staring Zeke down, “I’ll escort him back to his quarters.”

Erwin yawned a little, “Alright. I’ll be waiting for you in our room.”

Zeke couldn’t believe how comfortable they were around each other, and the fact that they shared a room was even more suspicious. The two were clearly fucking, and Zeke felt that envy rise in his stomach again.

“Goodnight, Zeke,” Erwin stood, holding his hand out.

Zeke reached out and shook it, lingering longer than he should, “Goodnight, Erwin.”

“Let’s go,” Levi snapped, waiting by the door impatiently.

Zeke followed Levi out of the room and down to his quarters. Just as he was about to bid Levi a goodnight, he was slammed against the door to his room by the shorter man, who glared up at him with fury in his eyes.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, monkey boy?” Levi snarled.

Zeke was a little taken aback, “W-What? What are you talking about?”

“I saw the way you were looking at Erwin,” Levi accused, “And if you think you have any chance with him, you’re delusional. He’s mine.”

Ohh, Zeke thought, So that’s what this is about. He couldn’t help but smirk a bit, feeling somewhat cocky. He hadn’t realized he’d been so obvious, and hadn’t realized it would bother Levi so much.

“You jealous, Levi?” Zeke smiled smugly, “You think I might steal him from you? He was certainly returning all my glances and smiles. Maybe you need to keep your man in check.”

Levi’s expression darkened, gripping Zeke’s collar tighter and slamming him back against the wall again, “I thought you had a crush on me. What happened to that?”

Zeke shrugged, “Erwin’s hot. I can’t help myself. Plus, it was never gonna happen with you anyways. You hate me.”

Levi rolled his eyes, “Damn right. And you better stay away from my man, or we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Erwin can choose to do whatever… or whoever, he wants,” Zeke chuckled, “And if I happen to seduce him, then you can’t do anything about it.”

Levi looked beyond furious, shaking Zeke violently by his collar, “Stay away from Erwin.”

He let go, delivering a swift knee to Zeke’s groin, “There. Now you won’t be able to get a boner anyways, monkey.”

Zeke gasped and groaned, holding his groin in his hands in pain, “You didn’t have to do that!” 

“Shut up,” Levi growled before turning on his heel and heading back towards Erwin’s quarters.

After recovering, Zeke went back into his room to get some sleep. But he couldn’t sleep. He was up thinking about what Levi and Erwin were possibly getting up to right now in Erwin’s room. His thoughts wandered and he began to picture himself in Levi’s position, getting dicked down by the handsome commander. Zeke couldn’t help but groan at that thought, a boner starting to form between his legs. He reached into his pants and began stroking himself, picturing Erwin’s handsome face dripping with sweat as he plowed into Zeke from behind.

“Good boy,” fantasy Erwin murmured as he pounded him over the edge of the desk, “Very good boy, Zeke.”

Zeke tugged at his cock a little faster, moaning softly at the thought of Erwin fucking him. Just from the sight of him, Zeke was guessing (or maybe hoping) the man was packing, and fantasy Erwin was definitely a sight in Zeke’s mind. He panted as he neared orgasm, pumping himself faster and faster as his mind flashed with dirty thoughts of all the things Erwin might do to him, might say to him in that deep, manly voice.

His legs shook as he came, sighing contently and cleaning himself with a handkerchief before tucking himself away in his pants. He laid back against the pillows, deciding he could probably sleep now.

But as he started to drift off, there was a loud knock on his door. He stirred, unsure if he’d heard things correctly. But there was another knock, and Zeke groaned sleepily, rubbing his eyes and rolling out of bed.

He walked to the door and opened it, shocked to see Erwin standing there in his pajamas, looking a little sheepish. He’d never seen Erwin look so unsure of himself before, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Hi Zeke,” he smiled nervously, “Sorry to bother you at this late hour. I-erm… I got kicked out… Levi and I had a fight.”

Zeke’s initial reaction would’ve been to laugh out loud, but he held back, noting Erwin’s distressed look. The two must’ve had some sort of argument after Levi got back to Erwin’s room, and Zeke couldn’t help but feel a little happy about that, especially since Erwin had come running to him afterwards.

“Oh,” Zeke replied in some surprise, “Did… Did you want to stay here?”

Erwin cleared his throat awkwardly, “If you don’t mind. Also, a cigarette might be nice.”

Zeke nodded, letting Erwin in and closing the door. He went to his jacket hanging on a coat stand, pulling the cigarette pack from the pocket and handing one to Erwin, grabbing one for himself. Erwin opened the window and sat in the window sill, placing the cigarette between his lips. Zeke lit up Erwin’s first before he lit his own, sitting in the sill next to the man and looking out over the military base. Paradis was quite a pretty place, he had to admit, as he saw the rolling hills and forests in the backdrop, lit up by the moon and the bright stars in the sky.

“So what happened?” Zeke asked cautiously.

Erwin frowned, blowing out some smoke, “Levi got angry at me. He thought I was flirting with you, and it set him off. Kicked me out, told me to come back when I was done getting boners for other men.”

Zeke blushed furiously. Had Erwin been flirting with him? He hadn’t been able to tell, but now he was questioning it. He sucked on the cigarette and blew out the smoke, hoping in the dark that Erwin wouldn’t notice his blush.

“I see,” Zeke muttered, unsure of what else to say.

“I’m just charismatic,” Erwin sighed, “I don’t intentionally flirt.”

“But… you were flirting with me?” Zeke asked with some quiver to his voice.

Zeke could see Erwin’s face was slightly red now as he stared out the window, “I didn’t mean to. But yes, I suppose there was some flirting involved. You intrigue me, Zeke. I couldn’t help myself.”

Zeke couldn’t breathe, he was so nervous. He just couldn’t believe Erwin had been actually flirting with him. What had he done to be blessed like this?

“My apologies,” Erwin murmured, “I know that’s inappropriate of me. To flirt with someone in a professional setting.”

“It’s fine,” Zeke replied, feeling his cheeks heating up all over again, “I… I don’t mind it.”

Erwin raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Is that so?”

Zeke shook his head, unable to look at Erwin, “I suppose I should fault myself a little as well. I… I may have also been flirtatious… unintentionally.”

The unintentional part was false, but Erwin didn’t need to know that. When Zeke finally looked up, Erwin was staring at him intensely, but Zeke couldn’t get a read on what he was thinking. This was unusual for him. Usually he could figure people out in an instant, but Erwin just wasn’t that easy to read.

“I’m quite drawn to you, if I’m honest with myself,” Erwin admitted, “It’s nice to have someone I can have intellectual conversations with. Not that Levi isn’t a smart man, he just isn’t one for debates or discussions.”

“I… I understand,” Zeke agreed, “I feel drawn to you as well, commander.”

He wasn’t sure why he was calling Erwin ‘commander’ after becoming so familiar with him, but he supposed he’d been nervous. Erwin chuckled softly, and that laughter made Zeke’s heart skip.

“You can call me Erwin,” he insisted, and suddenly, Zeke felt fingers grazing his cheek.

He could feel himself getting all red and hot again, and Erwin simply caressed his cheek gently, making Zeke’s heart do somersaults. Was this really happening? Zeke wondered as Erwin scooted closer to him on the window sill. Zeke took his cigarette out of his mouth, holding it between two fingers. Erwin had already ashed his. He could feel the man’s breath on his skin now, tickling his lips.

“E-Erwin,” he muttered, feeling the anxiety building in his stomach from how close they were.

“Shh,” Erwin whispered, “This’ll be our little secret, won’t it?”

Zeke nodded dumbly, intoxicated by Erwin’s lips that were mere inches from his own now. He’d do anything the man asked for as long as they kept this proximity. Levi be damned. He didn’t care if the man beat him to a pulp for doing this.

Zeke felt his eyes flutter close as Erwin’s lips pressed to his, tasting the cigarette on his breath. They moved their lips against one another gently, experimentally, as if this was the most scandalous thing they could do. Erwin’s hand rested on the small of Zeke’s back, bringing him closer. Zeke knew that if this escalated any further, they might end up doing just the things that Zeke had been imagining earlier.

Erwin pulled away after a moment, resting their foreheads together and catching his breath, “We should go to bed now.”

Zeke blushed, unsure of what that implied, “G… Go to bed?”

Erwin smirked, and that look he was giving sent shockwaves to Zeke’s cock, “I mean, we could do that too, if you like. But I thought you might prefer to take things slow.”

Zeke swallowed thickly, his dick pulsing in his pants, “But… But what about Levi?”

Zeke regretted bringing him up, as Erwin frowned from hearing his lover’s name, “Oh… we’re on a break right now… this happens every once in a while with us.”

Zeke nodded a little, sucking in a deep breath, “I… I suppose it wouldn’t be very professional if we slept with one another, would it?”

Erwin chuckled, shaking his head, “No. But I suppose it’s also not professional for me to have an on and off relationship with my captain, is it?”

Zeke shook his head, holding his breath for a second before ashing his cigarette in the tray on the window sill, “Levi will kill me, won’t he?”

“I won’t let him,” Erwin insisted, “But he will be angry, yes. He doesn’t mind me sleeping around when we’re on break, he does it too sometimes. But he will be angry it’s you.”

Zeke pondered his options for a moment, tapping his chin lightly. He was really about to do this, wasn’t he? He’d had sex with other men before, but never had he been on the bottom, which he assumed he would be with Erwin. The man radiated top energy for the most part.

“Perhaps it’s too forward of me to ask,” Erwin muttered, looking away from Zeke momentarily, “But would you… would you take off your clothes? I’d like to see you without them.”

Zeke was feeling a little vulnerable now, but again, he would do anything the man asked of him. Erwin was just so damn convincing, and Zeke was just so smitten. He started to unbutton his pajama shirt, peeling it off and letting it fall to the floor. He gave Erwin a quick glance before tugging his pajama pants off, the garment pooling at his feet before he stepped out of them. Erwin’s eyes were raking over him, and Zeke rubbed his arm uncomfortably. He just wasn’t used to being admired like this.

“You’re very handsome,” Erwin complimented, “Turn in a circle for me.”

Zeke did as he was told, blushing furiously as he slowly turned in a circle for Erwin to examine him. When he stopped, he noticed Erwin tenting in his pants, and became even more embarrassed over such a thing.

“Beautiful,” Erwin murmured, “A gorgeous ass too.”

Zeke didn’t think he could get any redder than this, but Erwin was proving him wrong. He wanted to cover himself up and hide, especially when he realized he too was starting to get turned on from this situation.

“No need to be nervous,” Erwin insisted, “You’re an incredibly handsome man, Zeke. I’m very attracted to you, I’ll admit.”

Zeke nodded sheepishly, “Th-Thank you. Would…Would you take yours off too?”

Erwin smiled softly and began to remove his shirt, revealing chiseled arm and stomach muscles that practically glistened in the moonlight. He tossed it onto the floor, and when the man began to take off his pants, Zeke’s eyes widened at his size. He’d been right to imagine Erwin with such a large cock in his fantasies earlier. Zeke looked away in some embarrassment, clearing his throat.

“Don’t look away,” Erwin placed two fingers under Zeke’s chin and tilted his head up so they were looking at each other again, “Look right at me, darling.”

Zeke let out a quiet whimper at Erwin’s words, his cock visibly jerking from them. Erwin must’ve noticed, as he smirked and ran those two fingers down Zeke’s neck and over his chest, ending at his navel.

“Do I turn you on, Zeke?” Erwin asked sensually, fingers slowing now and ghosting his pubic hair before his hand hovered above Zeke’s twitching cock.

Zeke nodded slightly, hoping that if he answered truthfully, Erwin might reward him. And reward him he did, gently taking Zeke’s cock into his hand and tugging on it a couple of times. Zeke couldn’t help but groan, a short gasp escaping his lips when Erwin ran his thumb over the head.

“I think we should continue this,” Erwin murmured, letting go of Zeke’s dick, “What do you think?”

“Y-Yes,” Zeke couldn’t help but answer quickly, wanting things to escalate now.

“On the bed then,” Erwin instructed, “On all fours.”

He was as much a commander in the bedroom as he was out on the battle field, Zeke noted. He climbed onto the bed, getting on all fours with his ass out towards Erwin, just feeling more and more vulnerable with each passing moment.

“Have you ever had anything inside of you?” Erwin asked curiously, palm gently groping at one of Zeke’s asscheeks.

“N-No,” Zeke admitted, “Never.”

But I’d let you put that monster inside me any day, Zeke thought, refraining from saying so out loud. He heard Erwin spit, and felt a finger at his parting, pushing between his cheeks before rubbing at his hole. It felt like his face was on fire from just how turned on and embarrassed he was right now.

“You have a very pretty hole,” Erwin commented, making Zeke’s entire face flush, “It’s a lovely pink color, did you know?”

Zeke whimpered quietly as Erwin began to push a finger in, shaking his head, “N-No.”

“I bet you didn’t realize just how beautiful you are,” Erwin muttered, wriggling his finger around his insides and placing the other hand on the small of his back to steady him.

“I…I’m…” Zeke stuttered, embarrassed at the compliments, “I’m not-”

“You are,” Erwin insisted, more pointedly fucking him with his finger now and eliciting a whine from Zeke, “Don’t argue now, sweetheart. I might have to punish you.”

Zeke moaned at the thought, almost wanting to keep arguing so that Erwin might do what he threatened. Erwin chuckled softly and kept moving his finger around until he opened up a little, adding a second finger shortly. Zeke clung to the sheets below him, sweat breaking on his brow from the feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“You’re very tight,” Erwin noted, “How does it feel, lovely?”

Zeke whimpered, “G-Good.”

“Good?” Erwin whispered, “I’m glad. I’m gonna make you feel amazing, my dear.”

Erwin pumped his fingers in and out before curling them, causing Zeke’s entire body to jerk and his vision to flash white. He managed a gasp, “Ah! Oh my god!”

“Hush now,” Erwin cooed, continuing to stroke the spot, “Shh, that’s just your prostate, baby. You like that?”

Zeke nodded eagerly, a loud moan leaving his mouth, “Oh god.”

“That’s right,” Erwin teased, adding a third finger before going back to rolling them over that spot again and again, “So nice and warm, I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

Zeke whined, hips jerking as he tried to get used to the pleasurable feeling of having his prostate played with. He was so ready for Erwin, excited to feel him inside. Erwin removed his fingers, and Zeke looked back to see Erwin wetting his cock with saliva from his hand before pressing it to Zeke’s entrance. Zeke turned his head forwards again, whimpering quietly as the head was pushed past his rim.

“Ohh,” he moaned, “Oh Erwin!”

“Oh darling,” Erwin sighed, pushing in further, “You feel so good inside. All tight and warm for me.”

Zeke almost couldn’t cope with the feeling, burying his head into the sheets and crying out when Erwin bottomed out, filling him to the hilt. He could feel it in his stomach, that’s how big Erwin was. He let out a choked sob, tossing his head back and moaning when Erwin pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in.

“Such a loud boy you are,” Erwin chuckled, reaching down to grip Zeke’s hair in his fist, “You can make all the noises you want, honey.”

Zeke whined at the hair pulling, eyes already half-lidded in pleasure as Erwin began to slowly thrust in and out, reaching his prostate effortlessly with each stroke. He was practically drooling, moans spilling out of his mouth as if he couldn’t control them.

“That’s it,” Erwin grunted as he picked up the pace, “There you go, love. Just like that.”

“Ngh-” Zeke panted, “Oh my g-god.”

Erwin let out a small laugh, bringing Zeke’s head up so he could growl in his ear, “God can’t help you now, darling,” before letting go of his hair in favor of gripping his ass and pounding into him powerfully.

“O-Oh my god!” Zeke tossed his head back and cried out, a moan tearing from his throat as that pleasure in his stomach mounted with each passing second.

“Good boy, Zeke,” Erwin praised, groaning quietly, “Very good boy.”

Zeke groaned loudly from that, realizing how accurate this was to his fantasies. He was incredibly close now, Erwin’s words bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He started fucking himself back on Erwin’s cock to meet his thrusts, and practically shrieked as he spilled all over the sheets below him. He felt a few more harsh thrusts before a hot liquid spilled inside of him, and Erwin pulled out with a sigh.

“Shit,” Erwin breathed, sitting back on his legs, “You were amazing.”

Zeke collapsed onto the bed sleepily, burying his head into the pillows as he squirmed, trying to get comfy. Erwin smiled a little at him before climbing in behind him and snuggling up to him.

“Goodnight,” Erwin murmured.

“Night,” Zeke replied, soon hearing Erwin’s soft snores as he fell asleep. But Zeke couldn’t sleep. He was too busy thinking about how good that dick had been, and how much he was willing to do just to get it again.