#BottomErwinWeek2017

[erwinsalive]

Bottomerwinweek 2017 - Domestic life

A quick Doodle for Day one: Eruris in the morning, Levi cradling his princess in his arms ♡ 

Reference was some random couple from google :)

[accecakes]

Bottom Erwin Week day TWO!!! :  bruises/markings/bites

Levi cheering up abused Erwin :’’’D

[galpalpetraral]

a late thing for @bottomerwinweek (formal attire theme). cw for blindfolding

1.8k words, nsfw ¯\_ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

edit: now with gorgeous art from my dear ongzori!

The theatrics are gaudy even for Mitras, and for once Levi doesn’t mind at all.

Erwin’s carefully-conducted case studies proved their fundraisers would attract greater interest with a theme. At the word masquerade the wealthy of the walls clamored for the chance to act as if they cared what happened beyond their borders, to sing the bravery of the Survey Corps as if they were a band of age-old heroes, not a recurrent public disgrace.

The atmosphere is alien and grating as ever, but at least now he can blend in. The ridiculous mask with all its violet plumage is a shield between himself and the Sina elite.

Erwin isn’t so lucky. Between his hair and his stature he’s indistinguishable from all but perhaps Mike, who escaped to a balcony with Nanaba over an hour ago. Erwin’s mask is modest compared to all the others around the room, little more than a thin black strip of cloth with holes for his eyes. There’s something about it Hange called dashing on their way here.

From the opposite wall he catches glimpses of Erwin between dancing bodies and their flashes of sequins and silk. He’s all serious eyes and easy gestures as he shakes hands, kisses ladies’ knuckles, treats every lord’s great-aunt like his dearest friend. Levi’s content to watch him like this, undisturbed and close enough. He’s only here to keep an eye on things, after all. Erwin’s given him a break from socializing tonight, and Levi spends hours dreaming up increasingly imaginative ways to thank him.

The noise of the night rises with the half moon, endless clinks of glass and swells of violin. Levi waits until the party lulls, until the crowds around Erwin promising their donations begin to thin. Then he makes his way over, deliberate. Erwin’s eyes are too bright to hide behind their mask.

“You didn’t wear your cravat.”

“Too obvious.”

“People have been asking about you.”

“Surprised no one’s recognized me on their own. Not exactly a lot of men my height around.”

“Of course, you don’t usually dress quite so...brightly.”

“Wasn’t a problem for you.”

“I’d know you anywhere.”

Erwin’s fingers rise, graze against Levi’s neck. There’s wine flush in his cheeks.

“Get everything you want?” Levi asks.

“Nearly.”

“Maybe you should ask Lady Weber for a dance. She looks like she’s still got a little too much gold in her purse.”

Erwin smiles. His eyes are softer than Levi’s seen all night. “Maybe I should.”

In the end it’s Levi who takes his hand, Levi who leads him near the spot where an indisposed Moblit is trodding on Hange’s toes one by one. It’s not a tactile dance, only a brush of hands now and then as the partners circle each other. Erwin is loosened by social drink and the promise of another expedition funded, so he obliges a disguised Levi a few turns at a terrible arm’s-length apart.

There’s something wild and fantastical about being with him like this, pressing palms together and encircling each other in view of everyone. Levi doesn’t have to care if there’s eyes on them, and after a minute he can’t see the other eyes at all. Even the music seems to quiet as he gets swept into the feel of Erwin’s rough fingertips brushing against his wrist, the guide of Erwin’s hand on his waist when Levi misses a step, the warm heaviness of his gaze in the cutting candlelight, never leaving Levi’s.

The music ends and Levi starts at the smattering of applause for the orchestra. He’d almost forgotten they weren’t alone.

Erwin takes one of Levi’s gloved hands, raises it to his lips.

“Thank you Le--” His eyes flit to their closest neighbors. “Thank you for the dance.”

“Good luck with your expedition, Commander,” Levi says, just loud enough to be heard.

Erwin smiles.

*

“You were perfect tonight. Thank you.”

Levi snorts. “I skulked around as a security guard for a few hours. The most dangerous thing that happened was Moblit’s dancing.”

“But you were there.”

Levi hums but doesn’t respond, heart silently warming to the praise. He strips his mask off, shaking his hair out. On the other side of their inn room Erwin is unbuttoning his suit jacket.

“Wait.”

Erwin’s fingers pause. Levi takes a long, indulgent look at him, out of uniform for a change and all dressed up.

“Leave it on for a sec.” He goes to him, runs his hands along the lapels. “Damn. You’re unfair.”

Erwin tips his chin up with a finger, eyes scorching even hooded by the thin mask. Levi’s surprised by the intensity when he kisses him, slow and controlled, a hand now at his waist to ease him closer. Usually it takes longer to draw Erwin away from business after a night like this, when his head is full of new figures and new possibilities. But everything from the shallow brush of tongue to the hands steadily untucking Levi’s shirt sings of focus.

“Something in mind?” Levi asks.

Erwin kisses a soft trail to his ear, where he whispers, “Could you fuck me tonight?”

It’s unexpected. Levi shivers. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Wh--”

“I need you.”

Levi hardly nods before there’s a rustle of rich fabric. Erwin lowers himself. The clink of Levi’s belt reminds him of the jingling of glassware at the fundraiser, a world away.

Erwin wets his lips before sliding them down Levi’s cock. Levi gasps at the pace, nearly stumbling back a step before Erwin’s steadying hands grab his waist. His eyes hide somewhere under the shade of a mask and thick lashes.

Levi lets him take what he needs for a few minutes, fingers anchored in Erwin’s hair. He gets close quickly, dizzy from the heat of Erwin’s tongue, the strength of the hands keeping him standing. Levi keeps his lip bit tight until he can’t stop a groan from escaping. Erwin responds, stirred, a low sound in his throat making Levi whine through his pressed lips. He’s about to give in, let himself come down Erwin’s throat, then he remembers Erwin’s request.

“Hey.”

Erwin looks immediately, bottom lip dragging against his cock on the way up. He’s breathing hard, cheeks glowing red. Levi hasn’t been able to keep his hands out of Erwin’s hair. The man’s already a mess.

They move to the bed, Levi bringing along the oil from their luggage. They shed their clothes between long kisses. Erwin reaches for his thin mask, breathing a laugh like he forgot it was still on, but Levi takes his wrist to stop him.

Levi runs his fingers along the soft cloth. He’s struck with an idea that sends a new wave of heat to his groin. He twists the mask around til it’s a blindfold, dishevelling Erwin’s hair further and making him inhale softly.

“Is this okay?” Levi asks, hands framing his face, ready to take it off again if needed.

“Yes,” Erwin whispers.

Levi kisses him hard and leaves Erwin chasing his mouth when he pulls away. He coaxes Erwin to his back. He gasps when Levi circles his opening with a slick finger, the touch unexpected.

“Still doing okay?” Levi asks.

“Yes.”

“You’re so sensitive. How does it feel?”

It affects him, the way Erwin shivers just at the sound of his voice. “Don’t stop.”

“That good? Well shit, you should do this to me sometime.”

Levi opens him quickly as he can without hurting him, sensing Erwin’s need, giving his skin soothing strokes. Every unseen, unpredictable touch turns Erwin’s attention, quickens his breath.

“You’re doing so good,” Levi whispers into his ear, and Erwin inhales at having him suddenly so close. He arches up enough to reach Levi’s neck with his mouth, sucking at the skin he can find there.

Levi closes his eyes and enjoys it for a minute before pushing Erwin back down with a firm hand to his shoulder. He spares him a few more lingering kisses before he eases back to slick himself up. Erwin braces his feet against the bed to lift his hips and Levi loves this about him, his duality, his strength and vulnerability on display in a single gesture. Levi loves the wrecked sound Erwin makes when he enters him, grasping blindly for Levi like he already wants more. Levi pauses to let them both adjust.

“Are you alright?” Erwin asks.

“I’m not the one with a--” Levi bites his lip when Erwin shifts, the warm heat around him sending a shudder all the way to his scalp.

Levi starts slow. Erwin breathes deep and soft as Levi kisses his collarbone and rocks gently into him and enjoys the water-smooth sheets against his skin. When Erwin’s thighs begin to tremble around him Levi sits up on his knees, holding Erwin’s legs apart himself. Erwin groans at the new angle and so Levi fucks him harder there. The tightness and heat building in him is already too much.

“I’m not gonna make it long,” Levi admits, voice rough.

“Wait.” Erwin says. His hand reaches out, lands lightly on Levi’s arm. “Can I see you?”

Levi folds forward. He slips the mask off, rumpling Erwin’s hair on its way to the pillow. Erwin’s eyes pan Levi, the heat in his face and neck, the place where their bodies join.

“Oh,” he says, all air. He grabs Levi’s ass, clenching around him.

Levi's so close he can hardly breathe. “Fuck, Erwin--”

His curse breaks off into stuttering sounds. He wants to last longer but there’s no shame in this. Not when Erwin looks at him like he’s delivered the world and all its secrets before his feet, eyes reverent. Levi’s release makes his own eyes snap shut, his mouth soundlessly drop open. Erwin moans encouragement, pressing his fingers deep into Levi's hips and keeping him close.

Levi catches his breath for a moment, hands absently stroking Erwin's chest, Erwin rubbing Levi’s back in return and making his skin sing. Then he regains his senses long enough to realize Erwin’s still hard. He pulls out, sliding down the bed without a word. Erwin begins to whisper his name when Levi sinks his mouth onto Erwin's cock, sucking hard. Erwin comes with Levi’s nails scratching lightly at his thighs and his own hand light on the nape of Levi’s neck.

Erwin’s smiling sleepily when Levi moves up to lay on top of him.

“Thank y--”

Levi presses his fingers to Erwin’s lips to cut him off, then covers his mouth with his own. It’s lazy now, Erwin’s hands at his sides lulling him, and with his fingertips he traces each line and bone of Erwin’s face til he’s had his fill.

Levi finds something to clean them up and resettles at Erwin’s side, nose nuzzling between the shoulder blades giving off warmth like a watch fire.

“We’re leaving the walls again, then?” Levi asks.

“And then some. Our donors were feeling especially generous tonight.”

“Good,” he says, even as something curls in his stomach.

He wants to sleep. He doesn’t want to miss a second. He presses a hand to Erwin’s back, feels each breath fall away and rise again to greet him.

Levi catches sight of the mask, now caught under the other pillow. He slips it out and carefully tosses it back toward their luggage bag for next time, thankful for next times.

[minxiebutt]

Good Southern Boys

Read it on AO3! Bottom Erwin Week: Freeform For the beautiful @valisi-clark who listens to me ramble, whine, complain, and drunk talk. 

;;;

Sundays in Southern Alabama are serious business, even moreso for the modest household on the edge of the city that three men call home. There’s church first thing in the morning at Saint Christopher’s Episcopal, followed by Sunday Dinner, which is, in fact, a lunch feast and not actual dinner. Mike’s last shift of the week is Sunday from eleven in the morning to nine at night, and he savours a good meal before he goes to work. However, after getting back from church fellowship that morning, Mike had suggested, “Let’s eat late tonight.”

It’s unusual, but Levi and Erwin agreed to it. Mike had a sandwich while standing at the kitchen counter before he grabbed his bag and was out the door. There’s plenty to do today, so Levi says that he and Erwin will go grocery shopping now while they’re still in their church clothes.

It’s busy by the time they get to Publix, and Levi has a terrible susceptibility to buggy-rage, so Erwin takes charge and pushes the buggy through the crowds. He’s big and he’s good looking, so people tend to stay out of his way. Levi takes advantage of that, tucking himself in close to Erwin’s side and only venturing out from the relative safety to take items off the shelves. Of course, the civil process is interrupted at the meat coolers. It’s a free-for-all at the tiny section along the back wall of the Publix, and Erwin tries to look aloof to Levi’s less-than-polite interactions. Luckily for him, no one confronts him about how his partner snatched a steak right from another woman’s hands, and they carry on their merry way up to the checkouts.

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[erwinsalive]

Bottom!Erwinweek Day 2: Marks

Love is wearing a turtleneck in summerheat :>

[izuspp]

Bottom Erwin Week 

Day 2:  Bruises/Markings/Bites

I know I’m late but I couldn’t do anything on that day. I tried a new coloring style and it took me about 2 or more hours drawing those fucking eyes, I wanted them to look sexy but I couldn’t do it, so I gave up and drew those. Like I’m super proud of all the drawing but the eyes ToT

Since it took me so long I just could draw Erwin with vampire bite :D ... Vampire Levi should be there but i have no time to draw him, so let’s imagine him ;_;

[otildeo]

Domestic Life

F/F Domestic plotless drabble for Bottom Erwin Week 2017 Day 1... a couple days late. There’s a brief mention of sex toys and allusions to sex. AO3 version here.

Since they started living together, Erwin has learned several things about her girlfriend:

Erwin always thought that Levi would be one of those people who were a bit grumpy in the mornings, but she quickly discovered shortly after they moved in together that that was not the case. No, Levi was straight-up unresponsive until downing at least two over-steeped cups of black tea, bitterness be damned.

Levi will smack Erwin's butt at least once every morning (post-tea). Erwin isn't sure if Levi has a thing for it or not, frankly; she always does it with a deadpan.

Without fail, Levi dutifully washes the sheets every Sunday, claiming that the frequency prevents bacterial buildup. Also without fail, Levi never, ever makes her bed. When Erwin sent Levi an article that suggested making the bed improves daily productivity, Levi just scoffed and called the article "complete and utter bullshit." Levi is by all accounts tidy, but, evidently, only so far as it's practical.

Speaking of which, Levi has an incredible sense of aesthetics - or rather, a lack of one. None of the household items she buys match one another, and Erwin once had to physically wrestle a mug decorated with neon plaid out of Levi's hands ("It's on clearance, Erwin!"). Getting Levi to wear matching clothing in non-professional settings -- including dates -- was an even bigger challenge. 

Sitting across from Levi at their small dining table during breakfast is a dangerous ordeal. Erwin was nearly late for work at least three times because Levi "accidentally" rested her foot on Erwin's chair. Between Erwin's legs.

Sitting across from Levi during dinner is. Better. Mostly because they rarely have commitments during the evening.

Erwin doesn’t know how, but Levi is somehow friends with several of the neighborhood crows. Erwin later learned that they were actually crows who hung out at Levi’s previous residence, but followed Levi to her new home after Levi moved in with Erwin. Now, Erwin couldn’t help but treat Levi extra nicely every time they’re in their lawn, to Levi’s amusement and chagrin (”You’re acting as if the damn birds are your in-laws, Erwin.”).

Levi collects dildos. Erwin is sure half of them have never been used, and is unsure if Levi actually intends to use them all at some point. Erwin hoped not; some of them were definitely too large for the harness o-rings they currently own.

Levi has a black belt in at least three martial arts and will not hesitate to demonstrate if a man catcalls her on her way back from work.

Levi doesn't mind it when Erwin decides to sprawl across her lap after a long day at work. She just places her laptop on Erwin's back instead of her lap and continues doing whatever she was originally doing. She does start to protest if Erwin moves around too much though, and may swat her butt in annoyance.

...ok, she probably has a thing for Erwin's butt.

[lostcauses-noregrets]

I'm waiting for your #bottomerwinweek reblogs :D

I made a start last night when I reblogged @minxiebutt‘s Trainee Days  and @valisi-clark‘s Bend.  Both of which are fucking gorgeous and hot as hell.  

So many amazing posts to catch up with though! I’ve been having the best time reading through them today so look out for some reblogs tomorrow.  There’s a lot more writing than I expected, it’s tough having to read through it all ;) 

[sithiere]

Bottom Erwin Week 2017, Day 7: Formal attire It was pleasure, Commander. Even if I'm always late.

[minxiebutt]

trainee days

Read it over on AO3!

Men do not proclaim love for one another in the streets in any way other than camaraderie, but brothers do not stroke one another with bitten moans and breathy sighs.

[erwinsalive]

"Thank god. I already wondered what to do with the steak next."

Happy Steak-Blowjob-Day! Uhm..Steak AND Blowjob Day :)

The difference the word "and" can make...Dorkwin actually thought beforehand that blowing a steak was rather weird, but if it turns Levi on hell be willing to try everything o.o

[sibatrash]

Steak and Blowjob day

So it is in fact Steak and Blowjob day for bottom Erwin week! I was a little too excited and stayed up way too late to do this. It’s based off of this by @survey-corps-rookie and their Eruri Actor AU! I hope I did your AU justice and I hope everyone enjoys!

PS. I love pining tropes, kill me now.

There were many things that award winning actor, Levi Ackerman didn’t do in his life for both his own personal and professional reasons: approach the paparazzi, make eye contact with those vultures, participate in any romantic comedy film, and pine over a man who was a waste of time. He had learned many years previous, that it was useless to try and wish for a romance to bloom out of shit, most certainly if that shit was a professional wall between him and the man he so longed to be with and hold. Certainly, he was lucid in terms of his desires, emotions were shit and unwarranted in the professional world of acting where any idiot could pretend to love another human being. Yet, there he was in his private bedroom, fantasizing over a man whom he knew he would ever be able to touch. There were moments on set, small instances whence he watched Erwin’s lips as if they were more interesting than the director yelling at some poor intern for fucking up the lighting. Those perfect, rosy lips that made so many beautiful shapes as the golden god laughed, smiled and even frowned. On days when he was certainly more mental than others, he would imagine what those lips would do in certain- shall he say, lewd situations. He found himself dazed, staring off at nothing while thinking what shapes those lips would make as he moaned, what they would do as Erwin Smith found climax. He didn’t peg blondie to be the type of man to bite his lip during climax, rather he thought of him to be the type to groan, loudly with lips spread wide as a moan ripped through his throat and filled the air between them-

Those were the days where he would drive himself mad, staring blankly at nothing and trying to keep such lewd thoughts from his mind. The fucker was right there, most certainly able to tell that something was wrong. Although, if he was lucky Erwin would assume he was in another bad mood because of their long hours spent at the studio, doing scene after scene in a monotony that absolutely killed the smaller man. On such days when Erwin assumed Levi to be angered, he would bring him his favorite tea or some other small treat he felt would cheer up the angry man. It was on those days, where Levi was overrun with many emotions he wished to push away, that he spent his nights in his dressing room. There, he slept on a shitty couch, took a shitty shower and watched the shitty news so to ignore his even shittier feelings that welled inside of every fibre of his being. Then one day after the set had closed for the night and Levi was tucked away in his dressing room, Erwin had the audacity to bring him a full blown cow- a perfectly cut and seasoned steak, complete with herbs, a fruit salad off to the side, a sweet cake and English black tea just how he liked it- dark with one sugar. Apparently the fucker had been paying attention all of those times when Levi had yelled at someone for making his tea incorrectly.

“I thought it would make you better. You seemed rather trouble today.” Levi looked even more troubled than normal from where he was laying on his couch, hair a pathetic mop on top of his head and adorning the worst sweatpants he had at his disposal to leave on set. They were grey, worn down from the days of old when he wore nothing but sweats out and about. Yet, there Erwin stood- appearing as if he had just walked out of a photoshoot.

“It was just those interns, fucking up my tea..” He lies, moving so to take up the carry out bag that had been laid on the coffee table in front of his resident couch. Smith was lucky that he liked him, unadmittedly more than necessary, but if Levi didn’t like the fucker he would have thrown his script at him.

“I’m sorry Levi, I do hope you feel better. I will see you tomorrow for sure.” Erwin offered Levi one of those fucking smiles, that damn smile which took Levi’s breath away. It was the one where his lips were lopsided, the right edge of his lips slightly turned up more than the other which allowed for the smallest glimpse of perfect white teeth to be seen. What a fuck.

To top off the fact that his heart was racing a mile a minute, Smith had to out-do himself. “Do tell me if the steak is any good, if it is we will have to go together some time. Mike says the custard is fantastic.” With that, Erwin did that stupid small head nod and kept that terrible smile on his lips before turning away and heading out of the trailer as if he hadn’t just insinuated that they would go to dinner by themselves, together.

How it got to the point where he was naked, leaning against the wall with his erection in hand, Levi didn’t know. It had to have been at least an hour since the fucker had left, the steak was half eaten and far too cold to eat at the moment. Yet it was probably best that the steak was long forgotten, instead on the forefront of Levi’s mind were those lips. It had been so long since he indulged himself so much, touching himself to the thought of Erwin’s soft lips around his shaft. It was nearly too much to imagine the noises Erwin would make as he bobbed his head back and forth, pleasing Levi in the most carnal of manners. It was so easy to envision, Erwin kneeling before him, those brilliant azure eyes staring up at Levi’s reddened cheeks as he tried in vain to bite back groans and huffed breaths. His fantasies were alive in his mind, fantasies where Smith wanted this too. His favorite, hidden in the back of his mind until he retired to a private quarter in the late hours of the night, was a fantasy in which he would go out to dinner with the fuck, dressed nicely and head back to one of their places. Levi would peel that precious suit off of that beautiful body and ravish Smith for all he was, for the beautiful man he had proven himself to be. But for the time being, he was content with his fantasies of Erwin’s tongue slipping over sensitive skin, hearing his own groans as the groans of the man he wanted so desperately. Levi hunched his shoulders forward, his hot forehead only cooling from the frigid embrace of the wall. Although that didn’t stop his panting, nor the soft whimpers of a name he had heard time and time again for months on end.

“Erwin-” He whispered it as if it was a secret most foul, his confessions of adoration hidden in that breathless name uttered just before shudders run through his body and sticky white coats his fingers. For a brief second, it was Erwin before him again, azure blue eyes wide, cheeks red and splattered with pale white. It was a sight he would gladly stare at for ages if the fates would allow him.

Yet, when the morning came and Erwin entered Levi’s dressing room to wake his colleague up, All remnants of Steak and last night's whispered affections were gone. The only evidence that remained of unrequited feelings, was the steady beat of two pining hearts which would continue to ache for another day longer.

[sithiere]

Marks

Bottom Erwin Week 2017, Day 2: Bruises/Markings/Bites Paring: Erwin and Levi Rated: Teen and up (or general, really)  Ao3 <3 

It started out as gentle kisses, feather-like touches of lips to bruised skin. A brush of hardened velvet on green and yellow and blue and purple. Thin, pale softness against hair-wide marks made by who-know-whats. It started out as little tellings of support, of companionship, breakings in the line of moments of hurt and rushing. Small as they may have been, they were small signals of comfort, making subtle splotches of warm spread in them. Using that break they created a small bubble of each other, stopping for a glance, until grey met blue and they could move on.

Levi started them to show Erwin he is with him, deep in one night, in the hushed silence of a half-open room in a half-ruin of a house on a mission. The noble whose residence they were using was gone long ago, probably getting fat in the safety of Sina, probably just a bunch of bones vomited up by a titan somewhere behind or over Wall Maria. It was a rough day, as much as every one of them, surveying the area what has once been humanity’s. Levi took one of Erwin’s hands, lifting it. His eyes met Erwin’s gaze for a moment, as if asking for permission, before he placed a kiss on the dark shades of the man’s wrist, a reminder of a rough meeting with a long abandoned house’s wall. It was nothing more than a quick touch of skin on skin, shorter than a heartbeat, subtler than the touch of wind. Their eyes met again as Levi lowered Erwin’s hand, then the Captain lowered that too, as he let go. He didn’t apologize, he didn’t try to step back. They have done much more and much better and worse to each other. There wasn’t any need for that: but it still felt appropriate, like it was something what may or may not crossed a border. There was an invisible layer of uncertainty in Levi’s posture, in the way he forcibly held down his shoulders, kept his breathing even. But then Erwin smiled, an exhausted, small stretch, his eyes, a sad blue from all the burden of the mission, of the leading, lightening with a touch of warm. Levi looked up just in time to catch it. His features softened: it was a smile, anyone who knew him would have swore.

The second time was between two missions, a chaste nudge of lips wet from water and spit to bruised knuckles. The Commander hurt them while supervising training, stepping in to prevent a cadet nearly smashing herself on a tree. Levi masked the warmth in him with reminding Erwin how much of a clumsy idiot he is, only frowning as a response when the man’s smile just grew wider.

The third was after the next mission: the whole Survey Corps returning exhausted and desperate for rest and oblivion, mourning for more than a third of their comrades. The trip from the gate to the barracks taken a fresh toll on everyone, even though every one of them was already on the edge. The people of the town rushed out at the ringing of the bells, gathered to meet them. They were the people they wowed to fight for,  and none of the soldiers could decide if their words - the sounds of hurt, of realization, the cries of anger and vengeance - or the impacts from hurled stones and bits of wood and sometimes even shards of food hurt more. So they kept silent, locking their despair. The veterans, who saw this too many times, kept silent too. Erwin kept silent too, as he was cursed as a monster, as he was blamed and was wished to die. Levi kept silent too, as he held his tired-rigid posture on his horse, as he led her into the stables and cleaned and fed her, as he went to the Erwin’s office instead of his own room, with a bowl of water and a clean white stripe of clothe and wordlessly stood beside the Commander to clean the wound under his eye, a bruised cut formed by a broken mother’s stone. He cleaned it with small, soft movements, careful about the way the man’s face flinched at the contact. And then, before he put the bowl away, the water now dull with grime and blood, he pressed a kiss to the wound. It was nothing short of the others before: he pressed close, strong, the plumpness of thin lips spreading, sucking the last drops of moisture off. They could count the heartbeats in the quiet of the room, in the warm space between their bodies, Levi’s eyes closed under a deep frown, Erwin’s face unflinching despite the ache radiating from the little wound, but blue eyes searching out the other all the same. They didn’t say anything as Levi walked away, but both felt the concern and the gratitude present between and around them.

And slowly, Erwin gotten used to it. Little touches of those lips to bruised, wounded skin. Sometimes over something insignificant, something he didn’t even know where he got, sometimes over wounds aching more than they were supposed to. He felt grateful, for the things they meant, for the warmth they brought every time, despite how the small ritual became a routine after a while. And as time went, it got natural. Levi’s tentativeness dissolved, drop by drop, with each bruise, with each kiss, and while they weren’t always that much of a weight on Erwin’s skin, as time went, the kisses gained a physical presence.

Chasteness grew rearer and rearer as both of their need for reassurance grew. And how did it grew. They were rats caged behind walls: Humanity in a place small enough to make them animals. The tension grew as the supplies for survival diminished, vanishing like sand running through their fingers. And everyone needed to make sacrifices to feed the nobles behind Wall Sina, to keep them well and healthy, to give the pigs what they demanded. As a part of the military they still had more than hundreds and hundreds of people: more than nothing. As being the Survey Corps, they were the first to receive orders to give up on supplies, to lessen the rations, or simply to not to receive them. As being the Survey Corps, they were the first to give up their rations for the people who have lost everything.

And it still wasn’t enough. As the Survey Corps they were the tool for the solution too. They were the ones to get the opportunity, to be able to give the chance to Humanity’s most wretched to get revenge on their lost lives, on their loved ones’ lost lives. They got the privilege to lead Wall Maria’s people to a fight against the titans, they got the chance to lead them to victory.

After they returned, still alive but feeling like they shouldn’t be, like they should be out there with the rest, like they would deserve much worse, but at the same time grateful, Erwin and Levi fell to bed together. It wasn’t about appearances anymore. That part of work, just as the papers waiting to be filled with casualties, was left behind them, in their offices’, on the corridors, in the meeting rooms. If anyone saw them, they hadn’t cared. Most of the senior soldiers of the Corps had their assumptions about their relationship, and not one of them felt the need to speak up against it.

They laid there, skin still raw and red from the rub of the sponge, their minds too restless to give in to the exhaustion. Levi sat up just after a minute, twisting to look at Erwin. His grey orbs took in his bare torso, white from hiding under those dress shirts, striped and marked from the maneuver gear and from the fighting. He let it wander, straying to the tanned hands, littered with cuts and bruises enough to lose count too soon, to the blond hair, wetting the pillow with the water from their bath - more practical and about distraction than anything -, even to the long legs, hidden under white sheets. But not to the face. Levi wasn’t ready to look into Erwin’s face, to see the same emotions he knew were reflected on his own. He wasn’t ready to face those, to give a name to them. So he let his eyes wander, again and again. Then to slide down, from dark-golden locks to those big hands again.

Levi took one of them, the one further away from him, slipping his so much smaller, white ones under the big palm and lifting it. The gesture brought out a feeling of déjá vu, the times they’ve done this lining up behind them in the shadows. He placed a kiss on one of the bruises, covering several others in the process too. Just a second of strong press of lips. And then again, on another bruise. Then again, another one, then again and again and again. He littered his Commander’s, his lover’s hand with kisses, grounding weights for eternal heartbeats, growing stronger as he clutched the hand in his, not wanting to let go. He denied that he ever doubted Erwin would stay with him, that he would stay alive.

It was so uncharacteristically emotional for Levi that the man hadn’t dared to say a word. For several seconds he just stared, sky-blue eyes wide. Then warmness flooded him, mixing with the desperate fear for Levi’s life he had buried so deep in himself. His other hand came up, sliding through black silk locks, smoothing touches against his lover’s scalp, letting it fit into his palm as Levi twisted more, torso turning to reach the other’s wrist, his forearm, the muscles above that. He covered them, pressing on to the bruises and cuts he could reach - too much and not enough kisses for all of them.The Captain pulled his legs up to the bed too, nearly crawling on top of his Commander. There wasn’t anything overly sexual about it: it was an act of seeking and giving comfort.

It wasn’t until Levi reached Erwin’s neck - a cut, positioned perfectly over the man’s pulse, and Levi let himself linger on it longer than any else before, soft lips flattening on, around it. It was hard, he was pressing in too much, and both knew it, and neither of them craved to change it. Levi let himself suck the skin, almost between his teeth, let himself suck a bruise on the wounded skin. Erwin’s face flinched, this time from more than just pain, his free hand sliding down to rest on Levi’s back, on his neck, just above his shoulders, crushing the smaller male into himself with enough force to show them both that they have the here and now.

It didn’t take long until Levi was sucking on another cut on Erwin’s lips, a different kind of heat spreading in the space around them, their free hand roaming over each other’s bodies - the other pair still lying intervened next to them, fingers clutched.

It was something they never really talked about. Most of their relationship was like this: they didn’t have the luxury to have ordinary couple’s problems, to worry about who went where with who, about who did and didn’t do the dishes. They were glad to pass out next to each other. Levi was glad (even if he wished it to hell and didn’t hesitate to voice this) if he could accompany Erwin to Sina as the Commander flirted his way into the noblewomen’s purses, charming off every possible piece support from everyone who would stop to talk to him. He was glad if he could quietly clean the man’s office while he did that never ebbing amount of paperwork. And Erwin was glad he could drag Levi with himself to Sina and spend a night with him in a hotel room too plain for the nobles but still luxurious to them after some of the things they’ve lived through, if he could do his work with the distracting sound of a brush on his floors from the background. He was glad if he could stop for a moment by the window to watch Levi scare the new recruits to tears, was glad if he could find a few dozen minutes to go down to the mess hall to sit down next to his Captain and eat with his soldiers.

Neither of them spoke of the way their relationship was built on little attentivenesses, about how Levi brought nearly cold food to Erwin’s desk after he skipped another meal, about how Erwin draped a blanket over Levi - not daring to move him in fear of disturbing this rarity - when the man finally fallen asleep in a chair. How they took their turns to be strong for the other, how they made the other let go of everything, of responsibilities and fears and postures. And just like that, neither of them spoke about how Levi climbed into Erwin’s lap, pinning the man beneath himself as he leaned down to kiss at the the bruises and cuts and little wounds that had came with being in the military. He painted them blue and purple, sucking the blood to the surface until no one could tell what was his doing and what came from the rough edges of the world.

He never touched the big wounds like this. Sometimes he brushed chaste kisses to them, careful about the way the Commander would shy away from the contact for an invisible minute as the burning intensified, but never made an attempt to mark them the same way as he did with the others. It became something reserved for more of an emotional comfort than a physical one, stronger in the former than anything in the latter could have been. Erwin attended meetings and went to missions with the tingling feeling of rough cloth scraping against sensitive skin, the red and blue and yellow reminding him with the best kinds of discomfort of the other man. He learned to tune it out when needed, the feeling becoming a naturality, bending in with the scent of sweat, the press of muscles, the stain of the maneuver gear’s straps, just to come back when he had the time to care about himself, after the fear and death and all of the adrenalin.

Over the years they learned to  hide it better. Levi, though grumbling about how he had no shits to give about the ass-faced leaders of the military and the country, limited imprinting himself to the parts of Erwin’s body they could not hide under the uniform. And Erwin, however hard it was at first to even notice the pattern, stopped reflexively touching the marks left on him with the tips of his fingers, bringing his hand up and across his body all the time. It wasn’t as anyone who knew them even a little thought twice about the dark bruises appearing on the Commander’s skin anymore. All of the Survey Corps learned to accept it. And while first some may even cracked a joke about them (Hange and Mike), some attentive and familiar enough learned as they watched the pair over the years, through missions and times of fleeting peace, how they weren’t about sexuality or about showing off territory. They were a source of comfort as they were a reminder of life.

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