Chapter 12

Levi was getting a little weary of this eager puppy following him around all the time. It had been cute when Eren was inexperienced and needed guidance, but he was spending far too much time lately getting advice from Erwin. And frankly he was getting a little too good at making Levi's knees weak to be cute anymore. Levi decided he'd starve him of affection for a little while to see if he could get him to make that cute, teary face again.

A few days after he decided to employ this tactic, and got to see Eren looking cute and confused a couple of times, Levi attended a small party for the officers of the Survey Corps. It was Gelgar's birthday or something. Normally he wouldn't bother, but Erwin insisted that Levi was not making nice with the newer officers; they were all still terrified of him. Erwin threatened to feel him up in front of everyone if Levi didn't show, and knowing Erwin, that was no bluff.

Levi let out a sigh, sitting alone at the bar of a little pub that the Survey Corps had taken up for the evening. The rest of the place was filled with rowdy officers, Hange being the ring leader. Levi downed a shot of whiskey and wondered how long he would have to stay here before Erwin gave him a signal it was okay to leave.

The chair beside him creaked and he glanced over. Miké, his bulk even larger than Erwin's, had taken up the seat and ordered one of the same. Levi glowered at him.

"Did you pay your respects?" asked Miké.

"To Gelgar?" Levi cast an irritable glance at the birthday boy, who was currently stripping and drawing on his own stomach with a marker. "I think he's fine without it. What do you want, sniffer dog?"

Miké sniffed. He took a sip of whiskey. "Just a weakness of mine. I don't like seeing beautiful women alone at parties."

Levi scowled like a demon. With no hurry in his movements, he reached up and grasped Miké's collar, dragging the giant down to look him in the eye. "If you want to go outside and sort this out, it'd be a welcome break from this fucking atmosphere."

Miké blinked down at him for a time. After a pause, he merely smirked.

Levi's rage ticked up a few notches. "What's that face for?"

The squad leader shrugged. Without breaking Levi's grip on his collar, he took another sip. "We've worked together for a long time. It just occurred to me how odd it is that we've never done anything."

Levi sighed, unable to keep up anger for that long. He turned and leaned his elbows on the bar, looking out at the idiots behind. "What's surprising? I find your presence as welcome as dogshit, and you've hated me since I took your place as best in the biz."

"That wasn't why."

Levi cocked an eyebrow. "But you won't dispute the fact that you hate me."

Miké swished around his whiskey, watching the legs drip down the glass. "I'd never dislike someone for their skills."

"Beg to differ."

Miké sighed. "Well, not for this long."

Levi folded one leg over the other. "Ah, the truth at last. Fair enough. Why is it, then?"

The giant gained back a subtle smirk as he gazed into his glass. "Up until quite recently, I still thought you were going to betray Erwin."

Levi stared at the huge man. True, Miké had always been a bit of a closed book. His open dislike for Levi didn't make the idea of trying to get to know him any more pleasant, so Levi had been content to leave things as they were. But of the many things he might have imagined Miké truly thought about him, that was not one.

Levi narrowed his eyes. He glanced away. He never denied his past. He'd done what he had to do to survive, he still believed that and still held to that ideology now. He shouldn't be bitter to be named for what he was.

"Huh," Levi muttered impassively. He tried to pretend he didn't feel anger swirling in the pit of his stomach.

"I know, it's unreasonable," Miké continued absently. "You never have, even when someone else in your circumstances would have."

Levi's hands tightened into fists. He tried to keep the anger out of his face. "Guess not."

"Well, I suppose it's a little late to bury the hatchet now."

Levi scoffed. He hadn't been wrong in disliking this goateed moron, he thought. "Are you sure that's it?" he muttered.

"Hm?" Miké replied curiously, glancing at him.

Levi glanced away in irritation. "I don't much care what you think of me, now or ever. So your wanting to make nice really couldn't matter less to me."

"Nice talk," Miké commented, taking another sip of whiskey.

"But you know, I don't think that's why you and I can't get along." Levi's eyes rolled up to glare at the squad leader, and he thought he felt a spark of anger returned in Miké's dark eyes as well. "If I know you at all, you never stopped suspecting me."

Miké's eyebrows lifted a hair, then his smirk returned. He said nothing.

"You're Erwin's loyal dog," Levi went on without breaking his gaze. "You'll never let him down. So if I ever do turn on him, and he's too trusting to see it, you'll be there to cut me up. In the dark somewhere, out of Erwin's sight." Levi's hard eyes narrowed further. "Me thinking you're a shithead doesn't mean I don't know you, Miké Zacharius."

The squad leader took that in for a moment with an unreadable gaze. After a tense silence, he turned away and chuckled into his drink. "I still can't beat you."

"And don't forget it."

Miké chuckled again. He finished his whiskey and placed it back on the bar. "No. To tell you the truth, I probably won't ever trust you."

Levi unconsciously clenched his jaw slightly. He didn't care about Miké's opinion, but being distrusted was not a feeling he ever liked.

Miké wiped his goatee of a droplet of whiskey with the back of his hand. "It's just funny that the head and body often want two different things."

Levi blinked at that one. He glanced up at the giant again.

Miké gazed at the bar in contemplation for a time before he continued. "I still don't trust you. So I wonder why, since I walked in here tonight and saw you, all I can think about is licking the length of your spine."

Levi shivered. He looked away quickly to hide the trace of color in his cheeks, hoping his crossed legs would disguise the twitch he just felt in his crotch. To be honest, he really understood Miké's feelings right about then. He couldn't stand Erwin's pet dog, the wary giant who always seemed to look at him askew. But being desired by him suddenly filled Levi's body with heat. He swallowed and kept his gaze down.

Miké's gaze seemed far away as he went on in a deadpan tone, "I bet my hands would wrap around your whole waist, it's so small." Levi swallowed again, feeling his breathing heighten. "And I wondered what your skin tasted like. Though I can smell you from here so I can pretty much guess."

Levi balked, hiding his excitement with indignation. "I took a bath like an hour ago. You cannot smell me."

To his shock, he felt a rustle of hair against his cheek. Miké's heated breath touched his neck and Levi's lips parted. Miké sniffed deeply a few times, just millimeters away from Levi's skin. His nose brushed Levi's hair and sent shivers down his spine. Finally, Miké pulled back to speak softly into Levi's ear.

"I could smell you from across the room."

Levi tightened his fists to keep control. "Liar," he muttered.

"I'm not," Miké purred, leaning in again to sniff Levi's neck. Levi ached, longing to be touched but too proud to ask. "Some people don't have much natural scent, but you do. Doesn't matter how much you bathe, it's with you all the time."

Levi scoffed. "Are you saying I stink? Not the way to win my affection."

"Who said you stink?" Miké murmured huskily. He pulled back a little to meet Levi's eyes. "You smell like...jasmine."

Levi tried to keep his gaze away from the penetrating, dark eyes hovering over him. "Jasmine? What are you talking about?"

Miké shrugged. "It's the closest way to describe it. Jasmine and..." Miké leaned in close and sniffed up the side of Levi's face. Levi took in a quick breath, the noise of his own heartbeat flooding his ears. "...honeysuckle." Miké held his gaze with a heated stare. "When your body heat rises, I smell you even more. Are you tempting me with that scent?"

Levi bit his lip, trying to maintain control by thinking of anything else. "Still," he murmured. "Telling me I smell and there's nothing I can do about it...can't say that's my favorite way of being seduced."

"Hm," Miké murmured, thoughtfully. The next thing Levi knew, he felt a large hand running boldly up the inside of his thigh. He gasped. "You prefer a more direct approach?"

Levi was suddenly conscious that their subordinates could become distracted from the merriment and turn their way any moment. "What are you thinking?" he whispered, though his heaving breaths were hardly convincing.

"Thinking I can't wait to smell you without all these fucking clothes in the way," Miké murmured in his ear.

Levi shuddered and bit back a moan. "Damn you...just..." Levi looked around, making sure no one nearby could hear or see. Though feeling mortified with himself that he couldn't resist this hulking lump of brutish soldier, he muttered under his breath, "Meet me in the bathroom."

He got up to head in that direction, but Miké grabbed his arm. "Hell with that," Miké muttered. He pulled Levi toward him and thrust their hips together. Levi gasped, suddenly facing Miké's broad chest with both his hands spread across it. Miké murmured softly from high above him, "I don't like being interrupted. Unless you have a problem with me fucking you till you forget your own name."

Levi shivered, feeling Miké's body responding against his own. He gritted his teeth, swallowing some pride. "I fucking hate you." Reluctantly he added, "No, I don't, let's go."

...

Once inside his own quarters, Levi couldn't stop himself. He lightly jumped up and wrapped his legs around Miké's waist, arms around his neck, and indulged in a burning kiss. Mike's hardness thrust up against his hips as the giant grasped him tightly in return. Miké was a somewhat hesitant kisser, seeming to prefer slow and sensual movements. Levi was getting impatient, but it was hard to stop when it felt so good.

At last their lips parted and Miké murmured, "Do you have any lube?"

Levi nodded. He hopped down and turned toward his bedside table, bending down to fetch the lube. The moment it was in his hand, Miké suddenly grabbed the back of Levi's neck. Before Levi could protest, Miké turned him slightly so he was bent over the bed instead, and slammed his waist against Levi's ass in some incredibly hot dry humping. Levi bit back a moan. Miké really was like a dog.

After a few thrusts, Miké quickly undid Levi's pants and pulled them down. As Levi still leaned against the bed, Miké suddenly kissed his asshole deeply. Levi couldn't stop a moan at that. Before he could recover, he felt a long tongue sliding boldly inside him. Levi cried out and nearly lost the strength in his legs. Miké's tongue was so dexterous, he could feel every movement like a tentacle inside him. Even Erwin had never licked him this deeply.

"Wai...st-..." Levi tried to convey that he was close to cumming, but the words wouldn't come out.

Fortunately, after just a little more teasing, Miké relented and removed his tongue. He replaced it with the tip of the lube bottle. He squeezed.

Levi shuddered, his upper half collapsing on the bed. He lay there panting, unable for the moment to do anything else. As he lay incapacitated, Miké's long, lubed finger made a slow entrance inside him.

"Nn...ngh!" Levi moaned, twitching with each slow movement. Obviously Miké was the teasing type, but Levi most certainly was not. If he went any slower Levi would lose his mind. "Ah...you don't...have to be...gentle..." he grunted.

Miké scoffed. "Really? You're full of surprises."

With that, he thrust hard inside Levi. Levi choked out a cry, his cock twitching. But Miké continued regardless. His long digit alternately caressed and then slammed inside Levi's sensitive areas. Levi's powerful legs trembled and threatened to let go. After a few more teasing movements, a second finger spread Levi a little further.

"Nn...mnh..." Levi panted, curling his fingers in the sheets.

"You look like you're struggling," Miké murmured with the sound of a smirk in his voice. "Erwin-danchō must be spoiling you."

Levi's eyes shot open. "You...ah...know about that?"

Miké moved to cover Levi's body with his own, though never stopping the teasing movements of his fingers. "Even if I wasn't Erwin's best friend..." He deeply inhaled from the back of Levi's neck. "...you should have known I would smell him on you." Levi gasped, writhing on the bed and half-heartedly trying to get away. Miké continued his lascivious whispers against the back of Levi's ear, further driving out his rational mind. "That's not to mention the others you've conquered. Hange, that one's easy. But you even laid your hands on humanity's greatest hope, and two of his friends. But Erwin is special, right?"

Miké slowly added a third finger without letting up his merciless verbal attack. "When Erwin passes by, your scent grows even stronger." Levi desperately panted into his sheets, heedless of the drool he was getting on them. "You may not know this, but you sidle up to him sometimes like a cat in heat. You have no idea how much I wanted to take you from him. To heat up your skin and smell the desire pouring out of you."

"Ah!" Levi cried as Miké's fingers struck his prostate. "Ah...you...fucker...just...put it in already!"

"Mm. I think you're not ready yet."

"Fuck you!" Levi panted, desperately trying to pretend he wasn't feeling it as much as he was. "I can take Erwin, I'm sure I can take you."

But Miké just chuckled. "Really?"

Levi's eyes widened. He hesitantly glanced back, growing very nervous at seeing the confidence in Miké's indecent smirk. Fortunately Miké's fingers had stopped for a moment so he could concentrate. "What...you saying you're...bigger?"

"Well, to be fair the last time I saw him naked, we were both still pretty young," Miké commented absently. Then he smirked at Levi again. "But I'd assume things haven't changed that much. If you're really curious..." Levi gasped as he felt an enormous pressure against his back. "...wait a few minutes. Then you can tell me for sure."

"Wh..." But before Levi could mount further protests, a fourth finger slowly opened him up. Levi's eyes fluttered and he bit into the sheets. He forgot how much he loved being spread wide open. Sometimes Eren was hesitant to open him up too far, and even Erwin's fingers were slightly smaller than Miké's. Levi had a premonition this was going to be a tough night for him.

When Miké was finally satisfied that Levi was loose enough, and Levi in such a sex-induced haze he was barely able to keep his feet, he slowly removed his long fingers. Levi closed his eyes, fingers gripping the sheets in anticipation. Mike's hardness pressed against his hole. Levi took in a sharp breath.

Miké pushed inside him. Levi's eyes shot open and his whole body spasmed. His eyes remained wide as more and more hot meat forced its way inside him. His prostate couldn't take the pressure. Even though it still hurt a little, Levi gasped out a cry and came hard against his own sheets.

Miké frowned down at him. "That's it? Mankind's strongest warrior is a bit of a pushover."

Levi growled. "I'm just...getting started. What about you?"

Miké chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. It's almost all in. I'll start thrusting soon."

Levi gasped. Almost? he thought with trepidation.

Sure enough, Miké's cock continued sliding inside him, causing him to twitch and loll his tongue out on the bed, heedless of how unsanitary it was. Miké was so huge, he was taking up all of Levi's brain power. Levi mumbled helplessly into the sheets, trying to draw back his sanity.

"There." To Levi's satisfaction, Miké's breath was beginning to grow ragged. "Ah, fuck. I knew you'd be hot, but I didn't think you'd really take me so easily. You all right?"

"Ngh..." Levi murmured. But he still managed, "Better...than...your mother..."

Miké snorted with laughter. "It's funny now, but I'll remember that later. I still hate you, know you."

"Feeling's...mutual..."

"Heh," Miké chuckled. With that, he slowly drew himself out, then thrust inside Levi.

"Ahahh!" Levi cried, briefly seeing stars.

Miké's breathing was rising. "Okay...that's about all the gentle I can do. Sorry about this."

He thrust inside all at once. Levi wailed. Intermittent flashes of pain only heightened the pleasure as he writhed under Miké's animalistic thrusts. Miké grabbed the back of his neck again, holding him down against the bed as he fucked him even harder. Levi already felt close to cumming again. He couldn't believe how much he liked being taken like a dog by this brute.

Unlike Erwin, or even Eren, Miké seemed unable to think coherently enough to talk anymore as he pounded Levi's insides. Not that Levi was complaining; the noises coming out of him were hardly even words, much less coherent ones. The two of them fucked like dogs until finally Miké grabbed Levi by his hips, slamming hard into him several times before throwing his head back with a gasp and filling Levi up with cum.

Levi moaned through gritted teeth, drool dripping down his chin. Unable to hold it back anymore, he felt a dry orgasm flood over him, followed by another smaller one. That had never happened to him before. He lay in a daze, still twitching for minutes afterward.

Slowly, and with obvious reluctance, Miké drew his lock cock out. Levi distantly noticed that Miké was still hard as he did this. The two of them panted for a while longer, silently regaining their rational thoughts. Levi swallowed, biting his lip.

Though knowing he would feel dreadfully ashamed the next day, he slowly got up onto the bed. Glancing back to make sure Miké was watching, Levi felt himself flush badly as he knelt there, then lowered his chest to the bed. His ass was high before Miké's eyes. Levi hoped that would be hint enough, but Miké just watched this in fascination, not yet making a move. Levi cursed under his breath. With slightly trembling hands, he slowly reached up and spread his cheeks apart. He shivered as a small river of cum flowed out of his twitching hole.

Miké's eyes suddenly hardened. Without a word, he knelt behind Levi on the bed and thrust inside him again.

"Ahhh!" Levi moaned, inadvertently biting his sheets again.

Miké grunted like an animal as he thrust over and over inside Levi. His confident attitude from earlier seemed to have blown away on the wind. His fingers bit sharply into Levi's ass as he gripped him there, but Levi was oblivious to all but the cock thrusting inside him. The angle was even sharper now, the pressure tighter. Levi drooled into his sheets, eyes rolling back as his pleasure mounted.

Miké bit the air as he gasped with sensation. But he seemed frustrated somehow. At last, he pushed Levi's ass down so Levi was face down on the bed and Miké lowered himself on top of him. He buried his face in the back of Levi's neck and pounded mercilessly inside him, all the while inhaling deeply of Levi's scent. Levi mumbled nonsense, disbelieving of how hot this was. He was scared of feeling it any more, but fortunately neither of them could take this for very long.

The even sharper angle Miké had reached was rapidly driving Levi mad with lust. He cried out over and over until one last direct hit on his prostate caused dilute cum to spurt out all over his bed. He wanted to lay there and rest a moment but Miké seemed hardly to notice. He desperately fucked Levi harder than ever, still holding him down with his weight and inhaling deeply from Levi's hair and neck. At last he grunted loudly and twitched, pouring yet more cum deep inside Levi's ass.

Neither seemed able to move or speak for some time. They lay there panting like half-drowned men for several minutes. Then, to Levi's disbelief, he felt Miké hardening inside him again. With little pause, Miké soon started his thrusts again, leaving Levi a moaning puddle under him.

Levi honestly had no idea how many times Miké fucked him after that, but he was grateful they hadn't done this in the bathroom after all. He had no idea sex could be like that. Not that he was fully convinced; apart from the fact that he still hated Miké, there was no way he could handle frequent sessions with this monster.

Some time the next morning, both men woke up together. Ironically, Levi inhaled an unfamiliar scent of someone else's skin and that made him open his eyes. His gaze was met by a cold one from Miké, one brow raised in slight confusion.

"Oh," Miké muttered, though he still had one arm around Levi and Levi was still pressed against his chest like a cat. "Right."

Levi scowled and pushed away from him. "You're telling me. Get the fuck out, Fido."

Miké glanced around the room as Levi got up and started to get dressed. "Where are my clothes?"

"How the hell should I know?"

Without saying much else, the two managed to get dressed. Miké was about to leave first when he paused with one hand on the door handle. He briefly turned back to Levi with a smirk.

"By the way, I almost forgot to ask: me or Erwin?"

Levi glowered up at him, suddenly wanting a big hammer or something. "Who's bigger? What do you care? I hate you so I'll obviously say Erwin either way."

"Oh," Miké said interestedly. "Well, I don't believe you, but actually that wasn't what I was asking." He approached Levi and slipped a hand around his waist. As Levi scowled at him, that hand slowly curved around his ass. "Who's a better fuck?"

Levi took a deep breath in and out. Then he gave Miké an answer.

A few minutes later, Levi stepped outside alone. Eren was waiting there, and he looked up as Levi appeared. He had obviously been waiting outside for some time and was looking concerned.

"Heichō...is everything all right?" the teenager asked hesitantly. "I came to walk with you to your duties, but I heard a loud noise..."

"Yeah."

"Heichō...why is there a big, bloody thing shaped like Mike-buntaichō sticking out of your wall?"

"Is there?"