"Section Commander Hanji will have further details if you're interested." Levi straightens out his papers as he finishes the debriefing. "You're all dismissed - except Eren. Bathrooms, bleach, go."

Eren gives a loud groan but nods and files out behind Mikasa and Armin. "Where are you going?" Armin asks when Eren turns to the right; shouldn't he be going left if he needs to get the bleach?

"Oh, uh… Just… Taking the long way, I guess. A bit of procrastination." he shrugs. He walks quickly down the hall to avoid further questions.

"Arlert, I get your schtick is a frail body with a strong mind, but your punches need to shape up right fucking now. It's disgraceful. You keep throwing hits like that and you'll break your wrist."

Armin flinches under the Captain's withering glare. "Y-yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

"And Eren," Armin winces for his friend. Levi is on a role, there's no way he's about to say anything praising. "Your bunk? Fucking disgusting. Just because you're part titan doesn't mean you get to live in the same way those slobs do."

Eren casts a surprised glance over his shoulder, pausing mid kick. "Sir?"

"Did I stutter, Jaeger?"

"Uh, no, sir. Sorry, sir. I guess it's just been a while-"

"I know," cuts in Levi, voice hard. "Go take care of it now."

"Yes, sir!" Eren calls as Levi marches away.

Maybe Armin just hates cleaning more than Eren does, but does Eren look… A little excited? No. Definitely not.

"Then Mikasa told my mom about it, of course, and I got yelled at for days." Eren and his friends laugh over dinner, all tired after a day of riding and unforgiving ODM manuveurs and ready to unwind over food and drink.

Eren's laughter dies immediately when a hand clamps down on his shoulder. Levi leans in close, expression as flat as ever. "Mop. Upstairs. Right now."

Eren can't even help his long, reluctant groan. He gives a grumbled, "Yes, sir." and gets up, dragging his feet as he heads to fetch a mop.

"Man, either Jaeger really sucks at cleaning or the Captain has it out for him," Jean says once he is confident that Levi is out of earshot.

"Just be glad it isn't you!" chimes Sasha.

Mikasa scowls at her supper. "If I find out that midget is purposely singling Eren out, he and I are going to have some words."

Armin lets his comrades gossip over it while his mind ponders something peculiar. He could have sworn, just as Eren was leaving, he saw a giddy smile spread across Eren's face.

"Credit where credit is due, kid, you always do a good job of acting disappointed."

Eren beams at the praise. Door locked, curtains drawn, both of them naked, and three fingers deep in the shorter man, Eren is definitely not cleaning. He twists his digits deeper and Levi keens. Back arching, he adjusts his weight from hands and knees to knees and elbows instead as he lets his head hang heavily between his shoulders, basking in pleasure. "Thank you, sir."

Levi rolls his eyes. The title is used in mocking; it's always first names when they're in his room. "Though you keep talking back to me and I'll have to discipline you for it."

"Oh, really?" Eren hums. He angles his fingers; every time he plunges them into the sopping wet hole he rubs against a bundle of nerves that makes Levi let out choked noises. "Awfully cocky coming from the guy who always bottoms."

"Jaeger, you get an attitude with me and - ah, shit! - and I will cut your dick off." Maybe the threat would be a little more concerning if it wasn't interrupted by Levi's deep moans. As it is, it just makes Eren laugh a little.

"Whatever you say," he grins. He doesn't give Levi time to give a snarky retort; instead, he grabs the smaller man's hips and buries himself to the hilt in one fluid thrust. Levi buries his face in his shoulder and bites down on his bicep to keep from letting out a moan that would definitely be heard by the rest of the corps.

Levi pushes back into every snap of Eren's hips as he boy strokes a hand down his spine. Then he presses down between Levi's shoulders, purring in his ear, "Stay still and take what you're given."

Levi should snap at him for presuming to give orders, but really all he can do is let out a whimpering moan as Eren's roughened voice goes straight to his cock. With every thrust he becomes more submissive, quaking body pliant and willing to let Eren have his way - so long as this decadent pleasure never ends.

When Eren pulls Levi up to rest on his haunches, the captain's back flush with Eren's chest, the blunt head of his arousal hitting the man's prostate with every movement, Levi loses any semblance of self-control. He cries out and drops his head back against Eren's shoulders, a steady stream of breathless curses falling from his swollen lips; his hands twist behind him to grab at the short hairs at Eren's nape, desperate for some sort of anchor before he loses himself entirely to the bliss.

And Eren - he's in no better condition. He can't help it; watching Levi fall apart completely is more than just seductive, it's absolutely enthralling. Eren can't tear his eyes away from his lover's flushed cheeks and parted lips, losing himself to every gasp of, "Fuck, yes! Right there! Right there! Harder - fucking hell - harder!" But what makes his balls tighten even more and his fluid rhythm go staccato is Levi's broken whines and moaned out "Eren!"s. No music is more beautiful than his whimpered name said heavy with pleasure by the shorter man.

"Levi," Eren growls in his ear, purely animalistic, and Levi shudders. He can't help it if his inner beast comes out, Levi makes him lose all restraint.

They buck against each other, desperately chasing their releases, and when Levi comes he moans out, "Ahn! Eren! Fuck- Nnnh! Eren, fuck!" so loud and high and breathless, it's a wonder no one has heard them. The way he spasms around Eren's cock is enough to push the younger over the edge to his own climax.

"Nnngh, Levi." he groans deep in his chest as he feels himself spend in his lover, and the Captain's softening cock gives one last weak spurt in reply.

Eren collapses back on the bed. Somewhere during their foreplay all the pillows and blankets had been shoved out of the way to the floor; they can sort those out later. For now, Levi turns over to face the boy, their sweat-slicked chests heaving as they try to catch their breath. Nothing needs to be said yet, they simply look at each other and appreciate the wonderful boneless feeling that follows sex.

Eventually, Eren finds it in himself to move and brings a shaky hand up, brushing Levi's damp bangs back he strokes his thumb back and forth across his cheekbone. Levi subtly leans into the touch as he says ever sweet and heartfelt words:

"In all seriousness, the chandeliers are dustier than an out-of-business prostitute's vagina."