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"Tension"
Levi/Hange one-shot
*Disclaimer: This fanfiction is for entertainment, non-profit purposes only. I do not claim ownership of any canon characters or the world that this is set in.
"'Titan's don't defecate'," muttered Levi in a poor imitation of Hange's voice. "She's got to be fucking with me. Everything shits."
He was still angry over the recent events and he strode through the supply base with an even more sullen expression than usual. "Idiot nearly got herself and Bozado killed, and her response is to tell me titans don't shit? What sort of—"
"Er, Captain?"
Levi snapped his mouth shut at Petra's soft inquiry and he turned to face her, wondering how much of his ranting she'd overheard. "What is it, Petra?"
The young woman looked uncomfortable, and she tucked a strand of ginger hair behind her ear. "We've finished loading the supply sheds, sir. Your sleeping quarters for the night are set up as well in the building you chose."
Levi nodded. "Well done, Petra. Take a break for a while."
He was still moderately embarrassed for allowing his frustration to linger and drive him to mutter to himself in front of a subordinate. Levi checked himself with a small sigh once Petra saluted him and walked away. Tea. He needed some tea.
Mike sniffed the air as Levi walked past him and Erwin.
"Something on the wind?" queried the commander upon noticing the interested way he took another whiff. He could obviously tell by the curious expression on Mike's face that he wasn't smelling titans.
"Hmph." Mike watched as Levi strode past Hange, who was speaking with Moblit near her horse. He didn't immediately answer his commander. Instead, he nonchalantly walked over to his own horse; which was hitched a few feet away from Hange. Erwin followed him curiously as he made a show of patting the animal and checking his saddle bags.
Mike sniffed the air in Hange's direction as well, and he made another interested sound as the science specialist and Levi met each other's eyes in passing. Levi narrowed his eyes at her and gave her a nasty look. Hange looked slightly disconcerted for a half-second, and then she called out cheerfully to the captain.
"Your face is going to get stuck that way if you keep scowling all of the time, Levi!"
Levi halted in his tracks and he turned to face her full-on. "Shut your shit-eating mouth, you crazy, four-eyed bitch."
Beside Mike, Erwin frowned at the vehement insult, but Mike smirked as Levi moved on and Hange looked on with that expression of disconcertion.
"I wonder if I should have a word with him about his aggression toward Zoë," murmured Erwin.
"Do you want my advice?" Mike asked in a low voice.
Erwin glanced at him. "Certainly. This keeps getting worse and I would appreciate any suggestions you can offer."
"Don't do anything and just wait for it," said Mike.
Erwin's thick blond brows drew together. "Wait for what, exactly? For Levi or Hange or both of them to finally snap and kill one another?"
Mike huffed a soft laugh through his nose. "You're intuitive. Pay closer attention. Excuse me, I'd better get back to lookout duty."
Erwin glanced back at Hange and the retreating form of Levi, and he frowned in puzzlement.
Levi eventually cooled down after Erwin made the decision to allow Hange to try and capture a live titan. Whether it was because he was simply too busy to spare the energy dwelling on her mistake or if it was because he'd put it on the back shelf, nobody could guess. They successfully caught their first live titan with the use of equipment that Hange designed. They already had special facilities set up to hold them, away from civilian settlements but close enough to headquarters to make travel to and from shorter.
Hange was so ecstatic over finally nabbing her first live specimen that she was practically dancing. They had the creature heavily chained from head to toe, but as Hange tried to communicate with it she started getting too close.
"You and I are going to be good friends," promised Hange to her specimen. Her eyes were shining with intrigue and her smile was slightly mad. "Oh, yes we are. We're going to have so much fun together, my friend. I'll have to think up a name for you, won't I?"
Now captain of his own elite special operations squad, Levi watched intensely as the specimen grew agitated. He rested his hands over the handles of his pairing blades and he gave a bare shake of his dark head.
"Don't do it, you idiot," he muttered under his breath, inwardly preparing for action as Hange recklessly stepped closer to the creature. Levi noticed that the stakes pinning the chains on the titan's right arm were starting to come loose.
"Step back, Four-eyes," shouted Levi as he drew his blades.
At the same time, the titan's arm came free and its chains rattled as it reached out with startling speed. Hange yelped and jumped back, but the titan managed to grab hold of her harness and shirt. It started to drag her toward it's gaping mouth as she struggled to pull free and nearby scouts rushed to her aid.
Levi got their first and when Hange saw the flash of his blades, she screamed at him. "No, Captain! Not this one too! Don't kill it!"
Levi gritted his teeth and he made a quick, desperate decision. He was half tempted to let the thing eat the stupid bitch, but then he'd be to blame for the loss of their titan expert. He aimed for the oversized fingers that had Hange by the shirt and he spun, lopping them off. He heard the sound of tearing material just as he cut through the fingers but he didn't give a damn if Hange's uniform or harness got torn. He shoved her roughly away as the tips of the titan's fingers fell off, losing their hold on her. The creature tried to reach out for him with its damaged hand, but Levi quickly jumped away.
"Don't stand there staring," snapped Levi at shocked onlookers, hardly even aware that he was standing protectively over Hange with his blades still drawn. "Get that thing's arm secured again."
He turned to regard the winded scientist, who had landed on her back when he shoved her away. He started to say something scathing and contemptuous to her, but the words lodged in his throat as he looked down at her. Hange was propped on her elbows trying to catch her breath and get her bearings. Her brandy-colored eyes were wide in her stunned face. Her glasses had been propped on her forehead, and they'd slipped off completely in her fall and now dangled by the securing straps from her ponytail.
None of that was what turned Levi briefly to stone, however. The chest strap of her harness had broken and her shirt had ripped open in the struggle. If she was wearing a bra, it must have snapped as well. The shirt and jacket weren't hanging open wide enough to allow more than a glimpse of the slight swell of her breasts, but it was enough to wipe Levi's mind blank for a brief moment.
He snapped out of it quickly, and he unfastened his cloak to toss it over her. "Here," he muttered. "Bring it to me later. Be more careful, idiot."
Levi stormed off. His lapse had only lasted for a couple of seconds before he regained his wits, but it was enough to make him decide he needed some private time to clear his head. He passed by Mike and he gave the towering blond a look that said he thought he was insane when Mike took a deep whiff of him in passing.
"You never thought of her as a woman before, did you?" said the squad leader with a smirk.
Levi halted in mid-step. He didn't turn around, but he issued a warning to the bigger man. "What the hell else was I supposed to think of her as, idiot? Make sense." He kept walking then, leaving Mike chuckling through his nose at him.
A short while later, Hange went into the room that Mike had indicated would be her sleeping chambers while she was staying in the holding facility. They were just getting settled, and nobody had even had the chance to unpack yet. After securing the incident with her new test subject and the rather embarrassing wardrobe malfunction, Hange was looking forward to lying down with a book for a while. She started to undress, removing Levi's cloak first. She sighed as she draped it over the chair in the corner of the room and she looked down at her ruined shirt.
"Well, sacrifices have to be made in the name of science, after all. At least I packed plenty of changes of clothing."
Hange walked over to the bag against the wall and she opened it up. She blinked and frowned as soon as she started going through the contents to find a replacement shirt. "I didn't bring any white shirts with me," she said, lifting the item out. "What in the—did they put someone else's bag in my room?"
It dawned on her a moment later, when she found a neatly folded cravat amongst the clothing articles. "Oh, shit. This is—"
The door swung open and Hange turned with wide eyes to find Levi Ackerman standing in the threshold. He stared at her, his bored expression briefly changing to one of surprise...and then irritation.
"What in the hell are you doing in my sleeping quarters?"
"Um...about that," Hange said, clutching her torn shirt closed. "I think we've had a mix-up, Levi. Mike said this was my room. He must have confused our sleeping quarters. Not to worry, though! I'll just be on my way...oh, and there's your cloak. Thanks for lending it to me!"
He didn't move from his spot as she approached and tried to inch past him. "Are you screwing with me?"
"Me?" Hange blinked at him. "No. It was an honest mistake."
He nodded at his bag of personal belongings. "You went through my things."
Hange sighed, finally losing patience with him. "All right, let's settle this here and now, then." She pushed the door shut behind him and she crossed her arms over her chest, keeping too much skin from showing through her ruined shirt. "I only went through your things because I mistook your bag for mine. In case you haven't noticed, all of our bags look the same and I had no reason to check the tags on them, because I was under the impression that this was my room. If you want to blame someone, blame Mike for pointing me in the wrong direction. Now just back off before I lose my temper, you little asshole!"
"If it weren't for this 'little asshole' you'd be titan food right now," he snapped. "Don't give me any shit, four-eyes."
They began to circle one another, both of them glaring aggressively.
"I'll give you as much shit as I feel like giving you, and you'll love it because you're obsessed with feces!" She grabbed his shirt and she started to hoist him up, beyond pissed off by his constant barbs.
"Better than being obsessed with titans," he shot back.
Levi grabbed her wrists, while at the same time hooking his booted foot behind her knee. Hange's leg buckled from the surprise move and she yelped as she started to fall forward with the captain. He pushed a knee into her stomach and he rolled backwards with her, using her momentum to flip her over onto her back. He rolled nimbly with her and then he was straddling her, pinning her wrists to the floor. It happened so fast that Hange barely even had time to register everything going topsy-turvy before Levi's strong, small frame had her pinned.
"What was that you were saying, freak?"
Hange snarled and she struggled to buck him off. "Oh, just you wait, Levi. You've had it coming for a good while now! I know...ugh...how to deal with...hurrr...the likes of you!"
She huffed and grunted in disbelief. He wasn't budging one bit. She was a head taller than the sullen stinker but it was like trying to break free of a statue. "Just...give me a minute," she groaned, "you're about to be one sorry little...aaargh...get off of me, Ackerman!"
"You shouldn't have grabbed me," he said coolly. "That was your first mistake."
"Well...you're about to learn...what a mistake it is to...keep pushing me!" Hange panted as she kicked ineffectually at the floor and bucked beneath him. Finally, Levi's hold on her loosened and he averted his gaze.
"Hah!" Hange took advantage of the moment and she planted her feet on the floor. She rolled to the side with Levi and she turned the tables on him, grabbing his wrists as she reversed their positions. Cackling at her success, she eyeballed him aggressively. "Now, let's see how you like it, short stuff!"
Levi wasn't looking at her, but off to the side. "Hange..."
"Yes? Do you give up now?"
"Your tits are showing."
"Eh?" She looked down and she saw that indeed, her struggles had pulled her shirt the rest of the way open and her chest was almost fully exposed to view. "Oh, shit...time out!"
She let go of his wrists and she hastily pulled the torn material shut, flushing. She glanced at Levi and she noticed something that made her do a double-take. She wasn't the only one whose cheeks were warming up. Not that she had all that much to show off, but evidently it was enough to catch his attention.
"Captain...are you blushing?"
"No," he denied. "It's nothing I haven't seen before, four-eyes."
That was undoubtedly true. It was very unlikely that Levi never indulged himself with women, and despite her insults against him Hange had to admit he was easy on the eyes. He probably had plenty of options. Still, he was blushing without a doubt.
Hange started to laugh.
"What's so funny, maniac?" snapped Levi.
"You are," she answered. She made herself more comfortable on top of him and she crossed her arms over her chest to avoid another wardrobe malfunction. "The tiny captain is bashful. I never would have guessed."
Levi's mouth compressed into a thin, hard line and he glared up at her. He moved before Hange even knew what was happening and she ended up on her back again. "Hey! I wasn't ready! A gentleman would have waited!"
"Like you're a lady," he grunted, holding her down as she struggled. Their eyes locked and perhaps she was imagining it, but the room started to feel warmer. "You drive me crazy, you Amazon-sized idiot."
"No, you're right," she panted, speaking through her teeth. "I'm no lady. I'm a scientist, and I'm too much for you to handle!"
"And yet I'm handling you just fine," he taunted.
"So you think!" Hange squirmed and strained beneath him. Leverage. She needed leverage, that was all. Damn, Levi might be a small man but he was surprisingly heavy. It was that lean, tight musculature, no doubt. If she could just turn, she could get his hard little body off of her and this time, she'd have him right where she wanted him. "Arrggh! What are you made out of you little bastard...lead?"
"Having trouble, four-eyes?"
"Don't you smirk at me," she warned when she saw his lips twitch slightly. She was starting to pant and so was he. "If you think you've beaten me, you've got another...thing...coming!"
She got her feet planted on the floor again, and she pushed with all her might, lifting her hips up off the floor and Levi with them. With a growl, she rolled again and this time she grabbed his hair in a rough hold as she got him under her.
"Hair pulling?" Levi sputtered, "isn't that a little girly for the likes of you?"
Then he reached up and grabbed her hair in return.
"You're...one to talk," Hange hissed. Her eyes watered. "You pulled my hair first, asshole!"
"When?" demanded the captain. "This is the first time I've done it, shit-head."
"That is bullshit," she snarled. "You did it just the other day, Levi!"
"What in the hell have you been sniffing?" he stared at her like she'd just sprouted a second head. "I've never touched your fucking hair before."
Hange was about to argue further with him but then she remembered where the accusation came from. Oh, that was right; Levi hadn't pulled her hair before, except in a crazy dream she'd had about the two of them...oh...shit. The dream came back to her with startling clarity and she flushed again. Nobody could help what they dreamed about. It wasn't her fault.
"Never mind," she groaned. "Let go, small fry!"
"You first," he demanded.
He tugged on her hair and she tugged on his back. Both of them blurted expletives in complaint and Levi rolled with her. The two of them grappled on the hard floor with each other, neither one relinquishing their hold on the others' hair. If she weren't so fired up, Hange might have marveled over the immaturity of it. She yanked Levi's head back and she bit him on the neck.
"You rabid bitch," he accused. He reached up and he tore her glasses off her head, tossing them across the room.
"If you've broken those, you're paying for them!" She gasped.
"Like hell I am."
Hange made a frustrated sound and she yanked his head back again. Levi's free hand planted on her bared chest, right between her breasts. He'd obviously meant to push her away before she could bite him again, but he froze when he realized where he'd put his hand. Hange froze as well and they stared at each other, both panting heavily. Her quickened heartbeat pounded beneath Levi's palm and the scientist became aware of something else quickening—in Levi's pants. She loosened her hold just a little on his hair, and her lips parted as his grasp on her hair loosened in turn.
It seemed insane even to one like Hange, but the heat of her anger and frustration was rapidly turning into something else. She could be wildly misinterpreting the intensity of Levi's gaze and the evidence she felt pressing intimately against her, but Hange believed he felt it too. She swallowed and she didn't try to remove his hand from her chest. How interesting. Was that what all of this anger between them was really all about?
She met and held his gaze. As they stared at each other and panted, a thrill went through her. She was too intrigued not to test her new theory. Hange tightened her hold on Levi's hair and she closed in on him again.
"Don't you bite me again," warned the captain, but he didn't push her away or hold her back this time.
He tensed when her lips met his throat, directly over the red marks she'd left when she'd bitten him earlier. She felt a tremor go through him as she kissed the spot softly, and she likewise felt a shiver pass through her.
"Wh-what the hell are you doing?" Levi questioned.
She'd never heard him sound like that before. Was his precious composure shaken? He still wasn't pushing her away, and his fingers tightened in her hair again. Hange kissed his neck again and her free hand stroked his chest. She murmured into his ear, almost certain now.
"Are you as turned on as I am right now, Levi?"
She honestly expected flat denial from him, followed by the accusation that she was completely out of her mind. Levi's response therefore surprised her.
"More."
He then pulled her down and he crushed his mouth against hers. His tongue lanced into her mouth, warm and insistent against her own. Her fingers curled against his shirt, gripping it tightly as Hange curled and thrust her tongue against Levi's. His hand drifted over to cup one of her breasts and she made a low, carnal sound in her throat. After a moment, Levi broke the kiss and he paid her back for biting him earlier. Hange hissed as his teeth nipped at her throat—though probably not as hard as hers had with him.
"This is...an interesting and unexpected development," she panted, "wouldn't you agree?"
"Shut up," he murmured, sucking on the spot he'd just nipped at.
He released her hair to start pulling at her ruined shirt and harness. Hange shrugged out of it with his help, and she in turn started pawing at his clothing. There was no room for consideration of how this might impact their relationship. There was only this wild, animal need that left no room for logic. Hange sat back up as Levi let go of her hair and fumbled with the button and zipper of her pants, and she had no patience to deal with buttons.
"Hey," protested Levi when she grabbed his shirt with both hands and yanked it open, scattering buttons everywhere.
"I'll make it up to you," she promised.
She ran her hands over his exposed chest and stomach. He was a fine specimen of male despite his small build, but Hange avoided saying that much to him because it would probably just piss him off. No scientific jargon...not right now. She just wanted to get them both out of these clothes and satisfy the urges driving her actions. Levi glared at her until she grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. It sufficiently distracted him and she smiled down at him as she lifted up to work on getting his pants and harness straps undone.
She blinked at the size of the bulge in his pants, and as she finished undoing them and tugged them down over his hips to expose him, she got final confirmation. She couldn't quite disguise the surprise in her gaze as she stared. Hange grinned at him then, and she bent over to trace his lips with the tip of her tongue.
"I think I'm going to have to stop calling you our 'tiny captain' from now on." His lack of height certainly didn't rob him of other endowments.
"So I guess you're happy with that," he murmured, and he caressed her tongue with his.
"Mmm, but the question is my dear, how good are you with it?" She gripped the substantial, hard length of his cock and she gave it a couple of strokes, making his breath catch.
"You're about to find out." Levi promised, and then he rolled with her again, pinning her onto her back once more.
"I can see we're going to have issues with who gets to be on top," Hange gasped, still holding his cock.
Levi didn't answer verbally. Instead, he kissed her again and he fondled a nipple. She hummed in pleasure and she started working his pants further down. Levi in turn struggled with hers and somehow, they managed not to break the kiss as they both worked their boots off. Finally, they were both blessedly free of clothes, and they explored one another with nearly frantic enthusiasm. Their kisses became almost punishing. Levi rolled Hange onto her side to spoon up against her from behind. He put an arm around her and she bent her top leg so that the knee was pointing up at the ceiling. Hange sighed with approval as his fingers slipped between her thighs to start fondling her.
"Mmm, that's nice," she murmured. Returning the favor, she reached behind to seek out his arousal and she stroked it. She jumped a little when the captain found her clit, gently pinched it and then rubbed it with his forefinger. "Whoo...straight to the mark, hmm?"
"Is there a problem with that?" Levi husked against her shoulder, and then he bit it lightly.
"Not at all." Hange closed her eyes and smiled blissfully, undulating against his touch. He was good. He didn't mash it like some magic button or just rub it one way. He circled it, stroked it, strummed it and squeezed it. She began to shudder, and as she treated him to her own skills regarding sensual stimulation.
"Christ, Hange," Levi blurted when she gently pressed her thumbnail against the slit in the tip of his cock. She felt him tense and she heard his breath catch.
"Too much for you?" she asked, turning her head to look into the enigmatic gray eyes peering at her from over her bicep. She nearly laughed. Levi had rested his chin on her arm and his pupils were dilated. He looked a little appalled that she'd done that to him, and yet he'd trembled tellingly against her. She found his reaction and expression cute. "You're a sensitive boy, aren't you Levi?"
"Don't do that again," he warned softly. She felt his throat move against her arm as he swallowed.
She gently stroked his length and she turned her head further to plant a kiss on his dark hair. "All right, dear. Mm, I would love to play around sometime with you, though. I wonder—"
His warning glare kept her from finishing her sentence aloud. ~I wonder how much of that composure I could make you lose if I introduced you to some more creative stimulation than the standard...but that can wait.~
She stroked her thumb in a circular motion over the flushed head of his cock and she smiled again when he tensed. "Don't worry, I won't do that to you again, Levi."
He was getting damp with his arousal, producing a fair amount of prefluid. She was in a similar situation, quite ready for more. Hange kissed his hair again, gasping softly herself as his ministrations made her throb inside. Levi slid his stroking finger lower beneath her clit, and Hange's breath caught when he penetrated her with it. It slid in easily and he pumped it slowly. His heavy breath tickled her skin as he kissed her shoulder, and Hange squirmed restlessly when he slipped his other arm beneath her to cup her lower breast. His finger withdrew from inside of her, and Hange closed her eyes and braced herself with excitement as she felt his cock press against her immediately. He didn't ease into it little by little. He drove in slowly and smoothly without stopping, filling her completely.
"Oh! S-son of a bitch, Levi!"
"Too much for you?" he breathed with a faintly mocking undertone.
"Y-you definitely got me back," she confessed with a little laugh, her face flushed with more pleasure than discomfort. He resumed stroking her clit and she moaned. Combined with the fullness of him inside of her, those talented fingers were going to drive her crazy.
Levi started to thrust, and Hange sinuously moved her hips, pushing back against him each time he drove forward. She heard him groan softly and she smiled. He really was a sensitive man to the touch. Hopefully that didn't mean he'd arrive too soon. She tested out the waters and she began to deliberately squeeze his pumping length with her inner muscles. He grunted and he bowed his head over her shoulder, his hips rolling faster. Hange started moaning steadily, reaching up and back to cup the back of his head. There were no further doubts that Levi knew how to use his endowments to the best advantage.
He gradually put more force behind his thrusts, the smack of skin on skin growing louder. His warm breath huffed against her skin and his soft groans filled her ears. He changed his rhythm to short, quick thrusts that came in at the perfect angle to hit her g-spot.
"Oh, you bastard," Hange exclaimed, gritting her teeth. Levi's efforts were paying off in a big way already. She curled her fingers into his hair—but this time she didn't pull it roughly—and she turned her head to urge a kiss from him. His mouth met hers, hot and moist as their tongues caressed, parted and met again. Hange shuddered and Levi groaned at the increased clenching around his length. Her moans were lost in the kiss, and when Levi started strumming her clit again, she damned near bit his tongue. It intensified the climax and drew it out for longer, and Hange breathed a husky cry against Levi's mouth.
When it eased up, she needed to take a moment to catch her breath. He'd slowed his thrusts to a gentler rhythm and he surprised her with the way he'd started caressing her body. That anger seemed to have faded, at least for now. Or perhaps Levi was simply practicing a little consideration for her and giving her a breather.
"Going easy on me now?" she rasped, laying her hand over the one stroking her abdomen and breasts softly. "That's...sweet of you, Levi."
"Sorry to disappoint you," he murmured, "but I slowed down so that I can last longer."
Hange chuckled. She could see right through that excuse. His timing, the soft kisses he was pressing against her shoulder and his gentle touch gave it away. Levi was a man of contrast, and she now had her proof that there was a different side to him that most people never saw. Hange could appreciate that and empathize with it a little. Her bipolar emotional reactions made her seem unstable to most, but she was a passionate person. Once she got excited about something, she rarely let it go until she got what she wanted.
...Which reminded her—she hadn't had her way, yet. Hange smiled, feeling recovered enough to act while her cute little captain was distracted and vulnerable. She withdrew from his throbbing cock, rolled over in his arms and pushed him onto his back.
Levi was completely silent as he stared up at her accusingly, evidently too taken aback to even find words to cuss at her.
"Don't worry, grumpy," Hange advised as she straddled him smoothly. "I'm coming right back."
She proved her point by gripping his moisture-coated dick and easing herself down onto it. Hange smiled again in satisfaction when the captain's eyes fluttered shut. "Mm, there we are. You're being fairly cooperative, now." She patted his head lightly.
"Shut up," grunted Levi, his breath huffing at the second word as a result of her rocking her hips forward. "I'm not...your pet titan."
Hange laughed breathlessly and she slid her hands up and down Levi's toned, hard chest and abdomen admiringly. The criss-crossing marks on his hips, thighs and torso from long-term use of the ODM gear were slightly more pronounced than the ones striping Hange's. Of course, his skin was fairer than hers and he'd been using the gear without formal training for a while before he joined the scouts.
"No, but you are my pet Levi...for now. Hmm, I should have left your cravat on you. It would have made a cute collar."
"What are you, a pervert?" His eyes lost focus and he made a low sound in his throat as Hange gave a hard thrust of her pelvis, taking him deep inside of her. "Shit," he grunted, grabbing her hips.
"What's the matter...with enjoying a little...play?" she questioned as she began to undulate and slide on top of him. "You have the most...darling expression on your face. I've nabbed myself a pretty one."
Levi clenched his jaw briefly, and he visibly tried to school that expression of pleasure back into his usual bored mask. It lasted only a moment, and Hange deliberately made it more difficult for him by tweaking his nipples.
"Would you...stop talking like that?" Levi griped, even as he rolled his hips beneath her and synchronized his movements with hers. "It's creepy."
"No," refused Hange. She enjoyed using pet names and pillow-talk, and she'd already avoided science jargon for his sake. She hummed in delight and she tilted her head back as his hands stroked her hips. "So have I tamed you yet?"
"No, but...you're pissing me off."
"I'm always pissing you off," she pointed out, "so it's nothing new."
Hange stopped teasing his nipples and she caught his hands in hers. She smiled down at him and she guided his hands to the floor on either side of his head. "Hmm, not resisting," she observed. She rotated her hips in a circular motion and she kissed him when he groaned. "Are you too worn out to struggle? Or do you simply like it too much to bother?"
Levi shot another look that was torn between annoyance and lust. "Biding my time," he murmured.
"Oh?" She almost chuckled.
That was some powerful denial on his part. Hange sensed that she was pushing too far again though, and she didn't want to ruin what had turned out to be such a delightful encounter. She squeezed his hands and she lowered her mouth to his for a kiss, humming through her nose as she rode him. He started thrusting harder beneath her, growling softly and squeezing her hands harder. Both of them were breaking into a sweat and it was starting to get rough again.
She was going to come again...and soon. She moaned Levi's name demandingly and she released one of his hands to grab his hair.
"What's with you and the...fucking hair-pulling," he snapped...and then he reached up and grabbed hers in kind. The next thing she knew, Hange was rolled onto her back with him still inside of her. Levi withdrew and then slammed into her with punishing force, nearly making her eyes cross.
"Oh...sweetheart," Hange groaned, dragging her nails roughly down his back with her free hand.
"Unh! Bitch!"
Levi drove into her hard again in response to the stinging scratches, but Hange loved it. She wrapped her long legs around his waist when he withdrew, and she pulled him into another forceful thrust. The hand that she'd scratched him with grabbed his flexing ass, and she kept hold of his hair as she kissed him hard.
Levi finally lost it again. He started fucking her vigorously, one hand reaching down to slide under her hips and lift her into his thrusts. The other still had a grip on her hair—most likely because Hange wouldn't let go of his.
"Fuck," panted Levi against her mouth, his saliva mingling with hers. "You're killing me, four-eyes."
"N-no," she answered. She bit his lower lip gently and then she licked it. "No dying. C-can't lose my favorite new pet."
"Crazy..." he couldn't seem to finish whatever insult he'd meant to say, because at that moment he swelled further inside of her. Levi shoved deep inside of her and he dropped his forehead to her shoulder, tensing all over.
The feel of him pulsing inside of her and filling her up was massively exciting to Hange, and she hollered his name as it drove her over the edge with him. She squeezed him with her thighs and she panted heavily, letting that blissful tide wash over her. Levi collapsed on her after blowing a shocking load inside of her, and Hange loosened her grip on his sweat-dampened hair to comb her fingers through it soothingly.
"Good boy," she sighed happily.
He was gasping for breath as well, and he didn't seem to have the energy to move, just yet. "Shut up."
Hange smiled, sensing no bite to his words. She caressed his trembling shoulder as she stroked his bangs out of his eyes. "I should invent a drinking game," she pondered breathlessly. "Every time you tell me...to shut up...everyone has a shot. We would get completely...smashed within an hour."
"Heh...do I say it that much?"
Hange looked down at the dark head resting on her breast, faintly surprised to hear that amused sound come from him. For once, Levi seemed relaxed. "Shall we just say it's one of your favorite responses to most of what I say, grumpy."
Levi rolled off of her and he stared up at the ceiling. "I can't believe...we just fucking did that."
Hange rolled onto her side, and she reached out to trace his abs and navel. "Well Levi, we can look at this one of two ways. Will you listen, or are you just going to tell me to shut up again?"
He looked at her sidelong. "Go on."
"Okay." Hange guilelessly squirmed closer to him and she laid her head on his chest. She also threw a leg over his and she ignored his grumble. "You get absolutely incensed whenever I have a close call, correct?"
"Because you're being an idiot," he excused, still breathing heavily, "and you put others at risk when you do it."
"Erwin puts all of us at risk with his orders," she reminded him.
"He's the commander," replied Levi calmly, "and he's not as single-minded as you are."
"Keep telling yourself that, darling." Hange smirked. "My point is that there has been an undeniable tension between us, lately. I find myself deliberately pushing your buttons and then I wonder why I do it when you bark at me. You've been even more insulting toward me than ever. We've known one another for a long time now, Levi. We've fought at each other's sides. I don't believe this is all born of dislike, do you?"
He lowered his gaze. "Frustration, maybe."
"Exactly!" Hange nuzzled his chest before propping her chin on it and looking up at him from it. "We never even made it to your bed and we're lying here on the dusty floor. Dusty, Levi—according to your standards anyway. My theory is this: Either this encounter happened because we were both trying to punish one another and just got carried away—"
"That's my theory," agreed Levi.
"—Or," Hange continued, a little disconcerted that he would so easily accept that idea, "It happened because we have an attraction to one another that we've both been trying to cope with—or deny, in your case. The frustration built up and well...we blamed one another for it."
Levi frowned at her. "So you're saying you annoy me so much because I've been wanting to fuck you."
She smirked. "Stranger things have happened. Maybe I've been deliberately doing certain things that I know annoy you, just to get your attention."
"Sounds like bullshit," sighed Levi. "I think your first theory was right."
Hange sighed. He just wouldn't see it. Ah well, at least she got some satisfaction out of this, even if nothing more would come of it. "Well then, I'd better get dressed and leave."
She pulled away from him, sat up and stretched. Unable to resist, she ruffled his hair before standing up and retrieving her clothes. She heard Levi stir and she felt his eyes on her as she dressed.
~I shouldn't feel so disappointed. This wasn't planned, after all. I never imagined anything happening between us to begin with.~
With that thought in mind, she finished dressing and she left.
A couple of days passed and Levi still didn't know what to think. Hange was obviously avoiding him, and that should have sat well with him. He was still bruised, scratched and marked in various places from their aggressive encounter on his bedroom floor. He tugged his cravat up a little to be sure the teeth marks on his throat were well-covered, and he did his rounds through the facilities to be sure their titan captive was still sufficiently subdued and housekeeping was being done. He resented Erwin somewhat for assigning him and his squad to watch over the research Hange was conducting. That was what led to...
Levi spotted the woman that kept popping up in his mind, and he paused. She was again trying to communicate with her pet titan, and Levi frowned in disgust when she called the thing "beautiful". She'd given it a name: Chikachironi. He'd listened to half of her naming ritual before snorting in disgust and walking away.
Still, as he stood there in the shade observing her efforts, he couldn't stop pondering her words to him two days ago, before she'd left his room.
"We never even made it to your bed and we are lying here on the dusty floor, Levi."
The captain lowered his gaze in thought. Yes...he and Hange had fucked like beasts on the floor, of all places. He still wasn't quite sure what had happened. She'd tried to leave and he simply wasn't content to allow it right away. He'd wanted to confront her...wanted to vent some of his frustration with her.
Could it really be as Hange suggested? She'd always worn on his nerves before, but she had her tolerable moments. When she wasn't wearing those goggles of hers and when she brushed her hair out, she was actually...pretty. The glasses he didn't mind, but those thick-ass goggles...ugh.
Levi's brows furrowed slightly and he looked away. This was ridiculous. They'd had a crazy, stupid moment that ought to be forgotten.
And yet he couldn't stop himself from looking at her. He even struggled against a smile when she burst into laughter at her own stupid anecdote.
~Shit, four-eyes...why do you have to try to be a comedian?~
The damned titan certainly couldn't appreciate her efforts. Levi just didn't get it.
"Levi."
He turned at the familiar voice calling his name. "Commander, sir."
"You are to assist Zoë on her next seek and capture mission, due to begin tomorrow."
Levi narrowed his eyes at Erwin and he half suspected him of deliberately screwing with him. "Excuse me?"
"You have your orders," Erwin stated calmly, " I know your hearing is fine, so don't make me repeat myself."
Levi blinked slowly at the taller man as Erwin walked away, and he barely refrained from kicking him straight up the ass.
"Remind me again why we're doing this, Mike."
The squad leader snickered helplessly at his commander's puzzled comment. "Don't say you aren't enjoying it."
"I am," agreed Erwin with a smirk, "but I still can't quite understand what drives me to push this. We could lose two brilliant soldiers."
"We won't," insisted Mike. "Trust me. They'll both break, eventually."
Erwin frowned at him. "You seem to have too much time on your hands, my friend."
"Don't give me that crap," chuckled Mike. "We've known each other for too long, and I know you're loving this as much as I am."
Erwin hid another smirk. "You stand the risk of turning me into the worst commander that ever was, Mike."
"Whoohoo, now I've got two of them!" Hange looked incredibly thrilled as the search party returned with a second capture.
"Yes, now you have two," agreed Levi softly. "Not that you aren't obsessive enough with just one."
Hange smiled at him and she rode her mount closer to him. "Now, don't be grumpy! Think of how much faster my research will go with two subjects, Levi."
"It's the only thing that makes any of this worth the trouble," he muttered in response. He avoided looking at her, unwilling to deal with that happy fucking expression on her face. "Just don't waste any of it, four-eyes."
"Of course I won't," she answered him, clasping her hands into fists beneath her smiling lips. "Don't you fret, my dear."
Levi covered up a groan. As if his confusion wasn't enough, without her issuing terms of endearment to him.
As if helping Zoë to capture titans for research wasn't enough, the accidental death of both of the creatures was painful. Nobody had meant for it to happen of course, but Hange was insistent upon learning exactly how deeply they had to cut in order to take out the soft spot. Her tests went too far and both Albert and Chikachironi died from the test cuts being too deep.
The death of the test subjects was a heavy loss, but Hange's screams of grief set Levi's teeth on edge. He couldn't stand to listen to them and he made an excuse to leave the holding facility as soon as possible. He stayed away through the day and he didn't return until nightfall. He even asked the guard at the gate whether Hange had calmed down or not before coming back in. As he passed through the hallway leading to his sleeping quarters, he walked past Hange's room and he heard her muffled weeping.
Levi paused and he frowned at the door.
~What the hell...~
He rapped his knuckles against the wood and he pushed the door open. "Hey four-eyes...can I come in?"
Hange blew her nose on a handkerchief she was holding, and she nodded. "Just...don't give me any shit right now, Levi."
"Wasn't planning on it," he answered. He walked over to her bed and he sat down on the edge of it beside her, trying to think of something to say. "So, you're looking kind of shitty."
"Really?" Hange blinked watery, reddened eyes at him and she sniffed. "How nice that you noticed. If you're just going to be a dick, you can leave!"
"I...actually wasn't trying to be," confessed Levi softly. He felt bad, honestly. He didn't know how to handle it. "Hey, we'll get you another titan, all right? Just...stop crying."
"Easier said than done," sighed Hange shakenly. "We were lucky as hell to bag Albert. Getting another titan or more is going to be so hard, Levi."
"Don't worry about it," he insisted. Without consciously thinking of it, he cupped her chin and forced her to look at him. "We'll take care of it, idiot. You'll have a new pet before you know it."
Hange's trembling lips pulled into a grateful smile. "You mean that, don't you? Levi, that's...coming from you, that's incredibly thoughtful."
He flushed a bit, uncomfortable with the observation. "Just stop crying, okay? It's driving me crazy."
"You don't like seeing me unhappy, eh?" Hange's smile broadened and she put an arm around him. "Aww...my protective, tiny captain."
"Quit that," he mumbled, blushing harder.
Hange chuckled and squeezed him. "Cutie." She slipped a hand under his chin and she guided his head to lift. "Levi...I haven't been able to forget our night together. Have you thought of it too?"
"Yes," he admitted huskily, staring at her parted lips. "All the damned time."
"Good," whispered Hange back, "because I'm about to kiss the hell out of you, turdwad."
"Tch, 'turdwad'," repeated Levi, "when did you come up wi—"
Her mouth was on his suddenly, cutting off his inquiry. Levi forgot what in the hell he intended to ask her in the first place as Hange's tongue stroked against his. He clutched at her jacket and he responded to the kiss enthusiastically. Her free hand squeezed his knee and crept up his thigh, and the captain offered no complaints.
For whatever reason, regardless of their differences, he and Hange had made a connection. It wasn't so easily dismissed despite Levi's attempts to do so, and as the scientist fell back on her bed and drew him with her, he didn't resist. Levi reached out to dim the lamp as Hange started removing his clothing, and his breath quickened with desire.
He stopped questioning his attraction to her. He could learn to deal with it in time. There was simply no reason to keep denying himself what he wanted, and Hange clearly felt the same. The room was plunged into darkness and soon, the sound of lovers' gasps, cries and moans filled the air. What better way was there to console Hange for the loss of her test subjects?
-To be continued