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delirious-donna · 2 days ago

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For If Dreams Die [Part Five]

Levi grunted. He paused to lick across the swell of your breast, the blunt tip of his cock notched right at your fluttering hole. You could feel the sharp points of his teeth graze your skin, shivers rippling through your body at the implication.

story summary: Levi isn’t hungry, or so that’s what he claims. A vampire must drink to survive, and his sire refuses to let the man give up without trying every trick up his sleeve. When a new ‘donor’ appears, one who is different from all the rest, will Levi be able to keep resisting?

pairing: Levi Ackerman (vampire) x female reader (human)

warnings: descriptions of blood drinking, blood in general, slightly feral Levi, dream sequences from reader's POV, glimpses into Levi's past(?), jealousy, playful Erwin, vague references to WWII , nipple play, dream sex, cervix kissing, plotting for the main story (mweheheh)

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You had fallen asleep to the memory of Levi’s mouth atop yours.

Hardly a surprise given how that one kiss had changed everything. Maybe you didn’t know how fundamentally altered you were now, but the realisation wouldn’t take long to hit.

He was commanding and yet surprisingly tender—a combination you hadn’t thought possible until you met Levi.

This whole affair was turning into something so far removed from your expectations that you were unsure which way was up, and which was down.

Sure, you had always planned to make alliances where you could with your employers but finding yourself attracted to the person you were to donate your blood to was not a part of the plan. Perhaps it had been foolish to think you would be immune to their innate charm, vampires were known to be charismatic after all and you weren’t above being wooed by the likes of Erwin Smith, and to your surprise, Levi Ackerman.

Levi was far from charismatic in the ways portrayed in fiction. He was practically the poster boy for antithesis.

He made no attempt to impress those around him, in fact, he strived for quite the opposite, keeping people as far from him as possible with an icy stare and sharp tongue.

You liked that.

It made you feel somehow special, flattered that his carefully constructed protective walls crumbled in your presence.

You couldn’t quite imagine how a friendly relationship between the two men in question would work, although it must have at one point in time. Where Erwin was courteous, Levi was indifferent. Erwin exuded warmth whilst Levi was a cool breeze, but not cold like you had expected.

His lips were soft, warm and carefully precise. Again you returned to the kiss, smiling like a dazed idiot at the canopy of your bed.

Lying against the expensive pillows you recalled his fingers in your hair, the way he had angled your head so he could take what he wanted but never without giving back tenfold.

The soft sigh that passed his lips when you dared to push your tongue over his teeth… these were the thoughts that lulled you into a deep slumber.

Your dreams were fitful. Not unpleasant, but they twisted your features and made you toss and turn to find the comfort you craved. Your nose burrowed deep into your pillow until at last, your breathing evened out and relaxed into the Egyptian cotton sheets.

A handsome young man stood with his back to you, glancing out the window with his hands clasped together. The stance was spookily familiar, as was the height and build of the man whose face you couldn’t quite see.

Neatly parted black hair topped his head and a smart military dress uniform further cemented the impression that Levi had given you on more than one occasion since your initial introduction.

Every inch of him was pressed and orderly, the creases in his trousers precise right down to the millimetre and the polish of his dress shoes, immaculate. Gold buttons adorned the cuffs of his jacket and you could see through the window’s reflection, medals pinned to his chest.

A voice called from the doorway; he stood in barracks by the look of it when you peered around to spy several empty bunks and metal locked cabinets plastered in handwritten letters and other personal mementos.

“Captain Ackerman, Sir, your presence is requested by Commander Smith. He is in the briefing room.”

Levi barely acknowledged the words other than to grunt once in what was a clear dismissal. The younger soldier saluted and left swiftly; you couldn’t blame them.

You tested whether you could move and found that you could, each step carrying you closer to the figure by the window, his reflection illuminated by the nearby oil lamp. If you had to guess, you’d assume it was the middle of the night, but there was no clock to back up your theory.

It was at that moment he whirled around, and you stepped back involuntarily with a gasp. His eyes seemed to penetrate straight into you, but before you could speak, he strode towards the door without so much as a backwards glance.

Had he seen you?

After a moment to compose yourself, hand over your hammering heart and a couple of steadying breaths, you scurried after him and slipped inside a much smaller room before the door could be fully shut.

Another familiar face sat behind an imposing mahogany desk inset with green leather and brass studs. Erwin didn’t even look up as Levi entered, his pen continued to scratch across the page in front of him until a flick of elegant penmanship marked his signature at the bottom. Only then did he set it down to steeple his fingers, acknowledging the man he had summoned.

“Take a seat, you don’t have to stand on ceremony with me,” he said with an amused chuckle.

Levi visibly bristled. “Never know who might be watching, Commander.” He sat in the opposite chair, picking imaginary lint from the perfectly straight crease at his knee.

“Tch—don’t be ridiculous. You sound like one of those poor paranoid souls, the ones that are convinced the walls are listening.”

“You saying they aren’t?” Levi arched an eyebrow as you sidled around the wall so you could keep them both in your sight. For a second you thought his eyes might have flashed to you, but you chalked it up to your own paranoia.

“Not my walls.”

Erwin smiled, the aqua blue of his eyes shimmering in the candlelight. There was a hint of the devious in those clever eyes, something you would have to remember.

“Are you ready to leave?” the Commander asked with a cant of his head.

Levi gave a sharp nod followed by a slow exhale. His rigid posture loosened; the whites of his knuckles no longer so starkly pronounced. It was as if with those five words, new life had been breathed into him.

“More than ready. Are you sure it’s time for that?”

“My sources are reliable. The end days of this dreadful war are approaching. He has been backed into a corner and I expect that the coward will take what he thinks is the easy way out rather than face justice for the atrocities carried out in his name,” Erwin stated grimly.

If you were correct, this must be during the Second World War, and you wondered if this was before or after Levi was turned. You frowned, daring to tiptoe closer to get a better look before you realised that was a ridiculous idea. How would you tell the difference? It’s not like you knew what he had looked like as a human or if there were any differences between before and after.

The floorboard squeaked beneath your foot, and you froze. Both men turned to the source but only Levi seemed to direct his attention to your face, Erwin merely studying the offending floor with a raised brow.

“I won’t say too much more,” Erwin said quizzically, his eyes raking over the spot you stood in and clearly finding nothing out of sort. “We’ve done what we could, and we both know there were those that thought us utterly mad to dabble in human affairs in the first place.”

That answered your question.

Levi let out an ugly sound, derision mixed with disgust. “Fucking cowards.”

“Now now.” Erwin smirked, waving a dismissive hand in Levi’s direction.

“You’re thinking it,” Levi chided, a scowl creasing his features.

“Yes, but I’m not saying it. That is difference between us. I know when to leave things unsaid and you delight in making people blanch with your sharp tongue.”

It was hard to resist nodding along, though it felt premature to believe you truly knew the personalities of the two men. Honestly, it was nice just to see them not at each other’s throat—or more specifically—Levi at Erwin’s throat.

“Anyway,” Erwin continued without missing a beat, “won’t you be glad to return to… familiarity?”

Something unspoken hung in the air, piquing your interest.

There was no explanation other than intuition for the sudden twist of your guts, it forced your hands to curl into loose fists and your heart to pound uncomfortably in your chest.

“It’s been a long four years, Erwin. I wouldn’t be surprised if she has moved on. We didn’t part on the best of terms.”

So, it was a woman.

You silently berated yourself for feeling even an ounce of jealousy. This all came to pass long before you were born. You knew he wasn’t some inexperienced young man; he was a god knows how old vampire with likely a string of lovers over the years!

The conversation continued despite your inner turmoil. “That may be so, but this will soon be a time for celebration and more than a little revelry.” The commander stated with a grin. “Go to her, see what damage has been done and assess from there. You know I’m right, I always am.”

“Yeah yeah. I’ll think about it.”

With those final words the room dissolved.

There was a pulling sensation behind your navel, like a hook caught through your stomach to yank you backwards until you tumbled down into a kaleidoscope of colour.

Wind rushed through your ears and whipped around your hair, your body weightless with nothing to hold onto or ground you until as suddenly as it started, it stopped.

Lively music slowly crescendoed into full volume whilst you tried to regain your equilibrium. Colourful bunting hung from every wall and window with men and women chatting, eating and dancing in every direction.

This was like walking into a history book. Given this chance under any other circumstances, you might have people watched for hours. The fashion. The perfectly coiffed hair. The energetic dancing. The swing band playing on the small stage.

It was a history buff’s dream come true and whilst you would hardly consider yourself amongst their numbers, who in their right mind could find themselves in a place like this and not be completely awestruck?

A figure cut through the dance floor with assertive ease, your eyes following him and already certain it was Levi once more. His uniform looked much the same from the previous… dream? Memory? You weren’t sure.

His grey eyes swivelled in your direction, and not for the first time did you get the distinct impression that he was aware of your presence. A woman followed closely at his back; her beautiful chestnut brown hair curled beautifully down her back, bouncing elegantly as she trotted on kitten heels to keep up.

Once more, your feet took you in his direction—their direction. Your gaze bore into the beautiful buttercup yellow tea dress Levi’s companion wore. The A-line skirt swished around her lower half, the waist nipped in in a way you were sure you could never achieve, and you hated to admit how much you loved it.

Nylons covered her legs with dark seams running up the backs of her legs. It was an alluring addition, and you remembered of long past history lessons where you learned how women used to use tea dregs and a pencil to fake the effect of tights during wartime rationing.

There was no doubt she was pretty. Her features were emphasised by subtle make up that you only noticed once they were out of the main throng of people and into a quieter side room. You barely managed to slip through the door before it closed fully, not knowing if your body would follow the same metaphysical restraints in this dreamscape world as in reality.

The woman wasted no time in pouncing upon the man she had so eagerly followed. She sprang like a cat towards him, both arms outstretched as they rested on his shoulders, wrists locked and dangling behind his head. A high heel skimmed the outside of his trouser leg, rubbing in invitation for him to catch a hand behind her knee but it didn’t come.

Your lips pursed at the same moment she pouted.

From the position you had taken by the lone frosted window, you could make out the expression on both their faces and Levi looked less than impressed. It made you wonder why you were being shown this, if this was indeed a memory of his or merely an elaborate concoction of your overtired brain.

“Why did you ask me in here if not to… reacquaint?” She asked with an exaggerated fake purr that irked you to no end.

“I’m surprised you would want to ‘reacquaint’ considering how we parted ways.”

Levi took a step back, forcing the arms around his neck to untangle and drop to her sides. You watched the subtle jerk of her chin, pride and something else lacing her movements. She folded her arms across her chest, freshly manicured nails tapping against the porcelain of her skin.

“I had time, Levi. Four years is hardly nothing, although, I guess it probably is to your kind. A drop in the ocean, right? I’ve had to go on pretending like everything was okay and knowing that it wasn’t. Do you know how hard it’s been?”

Her voice cracked on the last few words and your eyes narrowed, you weren’t buying it. She was faking. Crocodile tears started to well in her pretty oval eyes, kohl swept lashes blinking rapidly to keep them at bay. Levi wouldn’t be taken in so easily, but how wrong you were…

A thumb rubbed across the apple of her cheek, his harsh stare softening just enough that had your jaw dropping in bewilderment. Soon he was cupping her face, closing the distance he had created to pull her gently into his chest. She eagerly curled her arms beneath his, hands shaped into claws that indented his jacket with how tightly she clung to him.

What he could not see, but you could, was the devious smile painted in scarlet rouge across her lips. How perfectly infuriating. Levi was being played, although you had no idea in what way or to what end.

You bit your tongue—hard—until the taste of iron tickled your taste buds. You reasoned that you wouldn’t wish to see anyone made a fool of or tricked, but in your heart, you knew that in the brief time you had spent with this man, you had felt a spark ignite that you hadn’t believed to exist until now.

Right now, you wanted to wake up. Shakily, you pushed back your sleeve and began pinching at your arm, but there was no sharp sting of pain, only the ache in your heart. Sadly, that was not enough to rouse you from the depths of your sleep.

The sounds of two people becoming intimate infiltrated past the mental barriers you had hastily tried to erect. You peeked through your tightly shut eyes to find the pair locked in a lovers embrace; her fingers tangled in his dark hair and his hands on her waist, pulling and pawing in a way that dropped your stomach right out of your body.

Was she also a vampire? You didn’t recognise her amongst the people living at Erwin’s estate… a human like you? Somehow, that was worse.

Visions of your earlier encounter played out upon the insides of your eyelids like a movie. The taste of him heavy on your tongue, earl grey tea and spices you couldn’t name. His hand tangled in your hair, the other at your waist. He had been gentle with you where he was rough with this woman. Why not with me?

You could feel the rekindling of a fractured relationship, the weight of it thickened the air and made it hard to breathe.

“Bite me… Levi, please. It’s been forever since I felt your mouth on my neck.” You watched the woman mewl her plea with a twisted grimace. She sounded drunk. “I want my forever to be with you.” Only fractions of her face could be seen as she continued to press kisses to Levi’s jaw, her eyes were glazed over and her chest heaved against his with every exaggerated exhale.

You couldn’t hear his reply, the words murmured too closely to carry to your ears, but whatever he said it was met with frustration. The brunette shoved a hand up, pushing him away and he moved, although you knew there wasn’t enough force to make Levi do anything if he didn’t want to. His head hung, black curtains of hair hiding his eyes and the back of his hand pressed to his mouth.

“You promised! You promised me you would do it if the time came. I want this and you… you hold back. Did the war change you or did you never truly mean to keep your word? I should have listened to…” She paused, unwilling to give away the next words on her lips. “I’ll make you regret this. I swear it.”

She flew from the room in a tornado of bouncing curls and sickly-sweet perfume, her fury perfectly palpable until it was only you and he left there. Levi made no move to prevent her leave or follow, instead he stood stock still. You weren’t even sure if he was breathing after several seconds passed in leaden silence.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned in your direction.

“Did I make the right call?” He asked, voice flat and emotionless. Was he talking to you? Asking you that question? Surely not… and yet, you mouth opened as if to reply.

However, before you could fathom to conjure a reasonable response, mercurial eyes ensnared your gaze, and the world fell out from beneath you once more. Your hands reached out to grasp for him, a scream caught in your throat until there was nothing but blackness.

A heavy weight moved atop you whilst panic rose in your chest, heart fluttering like a songbird trapped in a gilded cage. This room was dark, a bedroom for certain, and you were in bed with someone acting like lovers. Wet lips caressed your neck and the curve of your shoulder, it wasn’t unpleasant but you were ready to fight them for freedom when the scent of warm spices invaded your nose.

Levi.

His mouth trailed lower, tongue warm against your naked breast, taking the rapidly swollen bud deeper into his mouth to suckle noisily. It had your fingers scrambling for purchase, his shoulders, hair, the width of his back. All of it became marked or tugged upon.

He was also naked, that fact made all the clearer by the rhythmical grind of his hips, pushing his erection through the most intimate part of your body. This was so wrong. So so wrong. Yes, you had kissed, and wanted more, though you tried to ignore that addition, but this was further than you could expect this soon.

It’s a dream. Only a dream. Enjoy it. Let yourself imagine what it might be like. You repeated the mantra over and over, letting your palms explore the expanse of his back, the muscles shifting until you reached his backside and squeezed.

Dream Levi grunted. He paused to lick across the swell of your breast, the blunt tip of his cock notched right at your fluttering hole. You could feel the sharp points of his teeth graze your skin, shivers rippling through your body at the implication.

Maybe it was your curiosity at experiencing a vampire’s bite firsthand that fuelled this dream, not that it would explain the other parts you had witnessed. Would it hurt? He had said it depended on if the vampire in question wanted it to hurt. You were inclined to believe him, Levi hadn’t lied to you so far.

Electricity coursed through your veins, the sensation akin to being too close to a live wire, dangerous as it heated your blood to a near boil. You licked across your lips, a soft panting noise escaping only to be replaced by a strangled cry.

Levi thrust into you with a force unrivalled by any past lover, real or created by your subconscious. Without seeing him, you knew his length was impressive. Your pussy took the intrusion with little resistance, swallowing him down until you felt full. The fact that his pelvis had not yet met your own could only mean there was yet more to slide inside.

Only then did you notice he had unsheathed his fangs and pierced your breast. There was no sensation at all, as if your entire chest was muted in an otherwise sea of pleasure.

Crimson trickled past the seam of his lips, the blood spilling between the valley of your breasts, smearing across your skin as if painting some primal painting. It marked him too, an expressionist masterpiece made of your blood, the very thing binding you together.

You wanted to feel it. Wanted to know exactly how it would be to have your life force consumed whilst he gave back ecstasy with every cant of his hips, driving you closer to bliss.

“Levi…”

The breathless plea stalled his movements, his body dropping closer to you, caging you against the sheets until your ankles could lock at the small of his spine. There was an unspoken understanding, he knew it was you as much as you knew it was him.

Shadows tried to catch your attention from the corners of your vision, teasing you to look away, to break the connection.

You refused.

Twisting your fingers through the rougher undercut of his hair and arching up when he continued to pull from your vein, the diminished feeling only feeding your frustration. You rubbed against him, rutting back when he plunged to your depths, the very tip of him prodding and massage the front wall which had grown engorged and sensitive.

You wanted to see him—fuck—you were desperate to lock eyes with his mercurial stare and see yourself reflected. You were handing him the key, shoving it into his palm in an effort to keep chasing the gnawing hunger building in the pit of your stomach. Levi kept his head bowed even after he stopped taking from you, mouth bloodied and dripping to his chin. He grunted again, looking almost off to the side and you whined from that split second of lack of attention.

It was met by a fierce growl that silenced any further objections. His hands moved to your waist, thumbs indenting into the squish of your belly as he took a firm hold and began to push and pull you onto his cock. The mattress dipped under the weight of his knees, legs spread to change the angle and force himself to kiss your tender cervix. He was brutal yet protectively so. Trying to cover as much of you as possible whilst also doing his damnedest to break you—or at least that’s how it seemed.

“You should run. Run before I hurt you,” he snarled.

It seemed ridiculous. How did he think you would be able to escape when his grip on you only tightened, enough so that you knew there would be marks if this weren’t a dream. There was also the fact that you had no intention of running, absolutely none, you were falling hook, line and sinker for a man you knew very little.

Hope flared in your chest that he might the answer to your prayers—maybe, perhaps, please let it be the case. It was too soon to know for certain but if you were to place all your chips on one person… the thought was jarring as it was exciting.

“I don’t think so. I need to know…”

“Know what?”

You swallowed past the lump in your throat, doing your best to ignore the bliss being rubbed into your swollen clit by the hair of his pelvis. “… know if I can trust you.”

Levi leaned forward and licked the column of your throat before nipping at your chin. “Didn’t I just say I’ll hurt you? Why would you think you could trust me?”

“Instinct,” you replied instantly. There was no hesitation, no need to even consider the alternative. You would call it pure insanity if you weren’t experiencing it for yourself.

What it would mean once you had a moment to process everything, you weren’t sure, but right now you knew that if there was only one person in his cruel world that you would place your trust in, it would be him.

Watching as if through a slow motion lens, Levi raised his head. Your blood decorated his mouth, dark stains drying onto his skin and you were mesmerised. That was until you felt the weight of his gaze and flicked your eyes up to his. The grey mercurial swirl of his irises dilated and with it, you were yanked backward by determined invisible hands.

The power ensnared you so completely that struggling only worsened your plight. You could hear Levi fighting towards you, but you couldn’t see him. Your body was icy cold having been ripped away from him, and with one final attempt at freeing yourself, you woke with a start.

The sheets were saturated in sweat, your hair a wild tangle and the incensed beat of your heart physically hurt your chest. The only light source came from the sliver of space beneath your bedroom door, everything else was bathed in the black velvet of the night.

There was a desire to seek out the man from your dreams, to find out if the experience had been shared or simply all in your mind, but you knew he wasn’t here. Levi had told you as much when you parted ways. In not so many words, he admitted he didn’t trust himself to stay here whilst you did too.

Temptation, or something like that.

You rolled over, pulling an extra pillow to your chest and although you tried to resist, sleep tugged at you again. As you drifted back into a far more peaceful slumber, the shadow of feet retreated from your door.

Were you as safe here as Erwin had promised?