Rating: M

Summary: After insisting the intelligence of the Scouts is too low, they cadets are forced to hit the books. Mikasa is assigned a new tutor, who is possibly the most charming man to exist, however this hasn't escaped the raging eyes of one certain, jealous Captain.

Story IV: The Tutor – Part 1

"Can you fucking believe this? Actual learning! Like schoolwork, learning!?"

Connie was banging his head against the mess hall table. It was dinner time and having already hungrily demolished their food, the 104th cadets were doing what they did best, enjoying each other's company.

"I'm pretty excited actually, it's been so long since I learnt something other than battle strategies!"

Armin was a beacon of light across from the stoic slump of Connie.

"Of course, you are, you're practically a walking encyclopaedia anyway, you'll probably teach the tutor more than he can teach you!"

Connie grumbled frustratedly, his lack of intellect was a rather soft spot for the cadet, he tried to hide it from his fellow comrades, but little did he know it was blindingly obvious.

"Connie your tutor will probably give up after five minutes and realise you're unteachable! Can you even count to ten?"

Sasha laughed sarcastically from the corner of the table. Despite her insulting Connie, she too was worried about having a tutor, however everyone knew that fact as well.

"Oh, piss off Sasha, as if you could do any better? I doubt he'll be impressed with how many types of turnips you can name!"

Connie rolled his eyes in frustration at the girl, not before receiving a hefty thump to the arm, from said girl.

"What the hell, you can't just hit me whenever you feel like, ya know!"

"That's enough you two. It's a shame they aren't willing to take you both in at the local elementary school."

Jean scoffed at the two idiotic cadets beside him and focussed his attention back to Armin.

"I'm not worried! My mother taught me loads of useful things as a child!"

Jean flashed his signature, confident smile, causing the others to groan.

"Of course, she did Jeanny-kins, what else did darling Mother teach you?"

Sasha's impression of her most motherly, affectionate voice had the others in fits of laughter.

"Oi! Don't be a dickhead!"

Jean growled towards Sasha, only encouraging the girl further.

Mikasa and Eren, having been silent the entire time, joined in with the laughter.

"Eren, how are you feeling about it?"

Mikasa leant towards him slightly, eyes filled with intrigue.

Since her relationship with the Captain had become common knowledge, she had become less protective of Eren, he had appreciated the space but secretly missed her smothering. He was so used to it that he never thought he'd have to be without it.

"Okay I guess, it'll be good to have a better knowledge set! I bet you're excited, you loved learning new stuff as a kid!"

"Yeah, I am."

"Oh Mikasa, you're extra lucky, you can take all the homework to Captain Levi, I bet he'll finish it off in a heartbeat for you!"

Sasha called over; clearly having finished tormenting Jean.

"Oh yeah Mikasa, I'm sure the Captain is extremely talented intellectually, he's so amazing at everything else!"

Connie swooned at the thought, he still idolised the senior officers, even after finding out about his comrade's relationship status with one of them.

"Reckon Erwin would fancy some romantic company?"

Sasha giggled to herself.

"Get real you idiot! Erwin is a man of complete class and finesse; never would he ever consider taking a girl like you!"

Connie practically spat the words in her face, completely outraged at her clearly preposterous idea.

"Jeez, alright Connie, he's all yours!"

The two immediately jumped back into their idiotic fighting.

By this stage, everyone was so used to it, they simply turned away and ignored them continuing their own conversations.

"It is pretty great though; having someone like Captain Levi on hand."

Eren spoke quietly to Mikasa; admiration clear in his voice.

Mikasa blushed slightly and gave a shy nod.

However, it was a lie, she couldn't tell them the truth, she'd sworn not to. But Levi was not the academic hero they had painted him out to be. Due to his poverty-ridden childhood he had only learned to read and write properly once joining the Survey Corps and his knowledge of any other non-military related subjects was completely blank. She thought about her meeting with her tutor tomorrow, they would all meet three times per week for two hours with their own, individual mentors. Already the uneasy feeling was sinking into her stomach. There was no way Levi was going to be calm about this and she could already sense a shitstorm brewing.

It was late, dinner had come and gone, the corridors were slowly emptying and the majority of the 104th cadets had retired to the barracks. All except one of course. Mikasa sat, comfortably, on the sofa in Levi's chambers. She had always liked this sofa, it wasn't too hard or too soft, Levi had often caught her lounging there reading, completely lost in whatever book she had at the time, it warmed his heart. Currently, she was lying back, against his chest, her feet outstretched in front of her filling up the rest of the sofa, whilst his remained neatly crossed over. Levi was going over previous mission reports while Mikasa was reading a new book, utterly engrossed.

"You seem more absorbed than usual, what's so special about this book?"

Levi spoke softly to her, never moving his eyes from the sheets he was reading but he began to stroke her hair softly.

"We have to read them, they're the textbooks we'll be using with our tutors, this is an introductory section."

Mikasa felt his body tighten slightly at the word 'tutors'.

"I see."

His voice had returned to the usual cold, husky tone, all softness having evaporated immediately.

Suddenly, Mikasa flipped herself over, grabbing the sheets in his hands and placing them on the coffee table along with her textbook, and straddled him where he sat. She laughed slightly at the shock on his face. He clearly hadn't been expecting such a reaction from her.

"Come on, spill the beans."

Mikasa eyed him daringly.

"What are you on about?"

He spoke coldly towards her; however, his hands had clamped gently around her hips, holding her in place.

"Your obvious animosity for my new tutor, who neither of us have even met yet!"

Listening to her stern words, he found his eyes wandering over her body, she was in her training pants and her usual white shirt, however she'd undone the top two buttons. It was enticing to say the least.

She clapped her hands in his face when he didn't respond; interrupting his dark thoughts as his gaze washed over her.

"Urgh what?"

"My tutor! Why do you hate him?"

"Don't be absurd."

The words came out clearly, but he couldn't meet her gaze. Was he really becoming that obvious to her already?

"Levi."

The way she said his name always sent a chill down his spine. Ignoring her attempts at dominance, he began to run his hands over her back, gently feeling every muscle.

At the feeling of his touch she bucked her hips slightly; his powers over her were incredible.

"This is not what this is!"

Her voice tried so hard to sound annoyed, disgusted even, but her eyes revealed a very different story, they were full of yearning.

"Is it not? Then what is it?"

He leant forwards slowly, stopping as his mouth was level with her left ear, he whispered the words softly, creating goose bumps over her skin.

"You can't use sex to get what you want all the time!"

She rolled her eyes at him but let out a soft, accidental moan, as he began to plant kisses along her neck.

"Can I not?"

The questioning tone of his voice was incredibly seductive to her. It took all of her strength to not collapse her composure entirely; everything about him drove her insides crazy.

Levi carefully made his way to her lips where he began to kiss her softly, only for a little while, before becoming increasingly more passionate. Mikasa was under a spell, his spell, once again he had manipulated the situation entirely and was controlling her just how he wanted. It infuriated her; she couldn't keep letting him win, but he was so damn good. Hesitantly, she threw her arms around his neck, deepening their kiss, she felt his lips smirk in response. The jackass knew he was winning.

Suddenly, Mikasa caught eye of her textbook, disregarded on the table. She couldn't let him win this one. It was obvious he was going to cause a scene with her new tutor and she simply couldn't allow it. It was unfair on her and the tutor. However, she decided in that moment, as she was subconsciously pulling off his prized cravat, that she would teach him a lesson. If he refused to speak civilly about matters; he would have to learn the hard way.

Mikasa chucked his cravat onto the floor, Levi growled in response, but before he could react Mikasa bit down on his lip, hard, she played with it in her teeth before releasing it slowly. The move had shocked him to his core. Whenever they were intimate it was always him taking the lead and they normally kept it very vanilla because she was so inexperienced, they'd never tried anything else. Yet this was so out of character for her, it drove him insane, instantly the twitching within his pants displayed her victory. Mikasa smiled to herself, a devilish smile, having been with the Captain for 6 months now, she knew to have a trick or two up her sleeve.

Mikasa moved slowly to the side, hovering her lips over his neck, breathing lightly onto his skin. The anticipation he felt was burning him from the inside out. Gradually, she lowered her head so that she was kissing his neck softly, gradually moving lower, however she paused at a place just level with his collar line. Hesitantly she began to suck on his neck, slowly at first but increasing the force with every breath, a trick Hanji had told her about, much to her displeasure, however it was coming in handy now.

Levi almost jumped at the notion, his eyes wide with pleasure and shock, a deep moan escaping from his lips. Where the fuck had she learned this? His thoughts were racing. Mikasa continued to suck, moving places every so often, creating a line of dark, purple and red blotches on his skin.

After a few more moments, she moved her head to his shirt, undoing his buttons rapidly, and with the upmost precision, again once she had finished, she threw it, uncaringly, to the floor. A flash of rage flew into his eyes but was mixed with pleasure; she was still winning. As she arrived at his pants, she flung his belt to the floor and pulled down his trousers and boxers. Immediately, his solid member was released, Levi, again was shocked at her behaviour, never had she been so controlling over him or confident, it was driving him nuts.

Mikasa looked at him then, dark, onyx eyes staring deep into his own. Her stare scared him slightly; the depth of her gaze was beyond him. Out of nowhere, she smirked playfully, seductively winking at him, before thrusting her head down as her mouth wrapped around him.

What in the actual fuck was that? What is happening? Is this Mikasa? It can't be, right? Fuck me, she's incredible. I almost finished at the wink alone she's always been sexually attractive to me, more than anyone before, but fuck, this was a whole new level.

Mikasa played with him, roughly, in her mouth, constantly moving her head up and down, as well as her hand. He writhed underneath her, bucking his hips in response and placing his hand on her head, pushing it down slightly. He was close; she could tell.

"I'm…close."

As if on cue, the words crawled out of his mouth amongst deep breaths and moans. Mikasa, again, smiled to herself, she decided it was time for another little trick she'd learnt. As her head came up, she quickly moved her mouth from his member to the other parts of him, her hand continued to move, up and down, at an increasing rate as she began to suck, deeply onto him. Her new move sent him into a frenzy.

"Ah…fuck Mikasa, fucking hell!"

His voice was huskier, harsher, it was straining, he was trying not to release.

Mikasa smiled again, before moving onto his second part, repeating the same manoeuvre and increasing the pace further with her hand movements. Carefully, she peered up at him, his face was in a frown and his head was chucked back, moans escaping every few seconds, beads of sweat on his forehead. She knew it was time for her to plan to reach its climax.

In one fluid motion she moved to the other side of the room. Placing herself contently, onto the opposite armchair, staring back at him.

Instantly, his eyes were on her, confusion and anger spread across his face.

"What in the fuck are you doing? Get back here!"

Mikasa let out a laugh and raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think so."

How dare she? How fucking dare, she? I was so fucking close. Another second and I would have released. The satisfaction and pleasure instantly left my body; as if someone had pulled the plug. Anger and rage came flooding in, instead, my hands clenched into fists. I was still lying here, completely exposed, whilst she was sitting there, laughing at me. Actually, fucking laughing.

"Before you throw a fit. I will continue my previous activities, if you promise me one thing."

The words hit me like daggers. She never asked me for anything, ever. It was bizarre, most girlfriends are constantly nagging their boyfriends, for absolutely everything, but not Mikasa. It was almost as if she felt guilty if I helped her with anything or if I even bought her things. So why now? What was so important that she suddenly wanted?

"You completely ignored me earlier when I was trying to have a conversation with you, it pissed me off."

My eyebrow arched on its own accord.

"I don't want you getting in the way of my tutor, do you understand?"

Her eyes were serious, grave with warning, this was clearly something she really cared about. I hated the idea of her spending such quality time with another man. I couldn't help being the overprotective type, it was a part of who I was, and no one was allowed to have what was mine.

"Urgh, fine. If it's what you really want. I won't come between you and the smart-arse."

I still hated the idea. But the stunt she had just pulled was far worse.

"Now, come back here."

My voice was deep, full of yearning, I wanted her more than anything, her audacity to take control of me and play with me like a toy, was so fucking hot.

"Yeah, later, I need to finish reading my textbook first!"

She smiled to me and grabbed the large book from the coffee table and sat down, already engrossed in it as she had been a few minutes before.

"For fuck's sake, I'm gonna murder that fucking tutor…"

The words were a whisper, but she shot me daggers anyway, fucking tutor.

Mikasa was sat in the Survey Corps library. This was where her scheduled tutoring sessions would be carried out; she was grateful to not be in a classroom for once. The afternoon sun shone brilliantly through the large windows illuminating the room. The tutor wasn't due to arrive for another five minutes, but she enjoyed being early and above all prepared.

It was difficult to maintain her yawns as the glorious summer sun kissed her skin. Last night had been quite the evening. After finishing her textbook, she was practically catapulted to the bed and taken under Levi's spell once again, however he had been particularly rough with her, his form of punishment for her little stunt, and had left her feeling rather sore and aching all over, training hadn't helped either. She had been instructed, almost, to return to his chambers the second her lesson ended, he said he had 'business' to discuss with her, but she knew that was untrue, his jealously was sweet to her.

A brief movement of the door snapped her back to reality as a figure approached her, they were tall, much taller than her as she stood to greet them. It was a man, immaculately dressed in a sharp dark grey suit with matching, shining black formal shoes.

"Miss Ackerman?"

The man outstretched a long, chiselled hand towards her, his pale skin glistening in the light. Mikasa nodded, shyly, before taking the man's hand in her own.

"Pleased to meet you, I'm Professor Atticus White."

Atticus. It was such a bizarre name to her, very formal sounding, this man had certainly been sent from the interior, he oozed wealth and high education. From the looks of him he still seemed fairly young, younger than Levi for sure, but several years older than her, perhaps mid to late twenties. How was he already a renowned professor? The man must be remarkably intelligent, or his wealth had bought him the title, either one.

The man motioned for her to sit next to him once again, he undid his jacket as they sat, revealing a gleaming white shirt, his muscles were evident against the tightness.

"We're scheduled to do English today, but I'm more than happy for you to cater our sessions to your own interests."

The man smiled down at her, he really was an impressive sight, obviously handsome with inviting features. Soft brown hair was styled neatly atop his head; she could tell he was extremely well manicured. The smile he flashed seemed sincere and warm. It made Mikasa feel slightly weak in the chest. She'd never reacted to a man like this before, except Levi, obviously. This wasn't good.

"Um…yes…English is fine, thank you, sir."

Mikasa struggled to make eye contact with the professor.

"Oh, don't be silly, no need for such formalities, we're going to be getting rather close to one another over the next few weeks, so may as well become acquainted as well. Please, call me Atticus."

Mikasa almost choked at his words. He had such an air of confidence and ease around him it was intoxicating. She felt slightly light-headed at the thought of spending so much time alone with this charming man. They were already on a first name basis and it had only been five minutes.

The lesson managed to run rather smoothly despite Mikasa's previous concerns. Atticus was an excellent teacher, ensuring she understood the basics of everything before challenging her with the harder tasks. Mikasa felt encouraged and filled with a new sense of confidence. It felt like an age since she could just let her mind run wild with learning new things.

"That was a very promising start, Mikasa. I'm sure I can expect great things from you in the future."

Atticus smiled towards her, causing her to blush slightly, she couldn't help but feel awkward around the man, despite his caring and friendly nature. Slowly, she got up from the table, textbook and new exercise book in hand, however she accidentally knocked her signature scarf onto the floor as she did so. It had become stiflingly hot in the library forcing her to remove it.

Immediately, Atticus bent down to collect the precious item. As he rose, Mikasa took in his athletic body, he was the most perfect man any teenage girl could fantasise over, she felt guilty for doing so as her mind flooded back to Levi, but it wasn't as if she was ever going to act on her fantasises, they were purely stupid. Flashing another smile, he handed the scarf over to her, hesitantly she reached forwards to take it. Whilst outstretching her hand, she lifted her gaze to look him in the eyes for the first time, properly. They were the most beautiful shade of blue, like the sky on an exceptionally hot day, like today. They were so different to her deep, dark orbs that she found herself almost laughing, they couldn't be any more opposite if they tried, and here she was, practically drooling over the man.

As she took hold of the scarf, his hand touched hers, a spark flew throughout her body, causing her to reach back and gasp. Immediately, she was embarrassed, and a blush crept onto her face, however, she never broke his stare. Watching her reaction to their touch, he smiled, holding back a chuckle. It was all getting a bit too much for Mikasa.

"What, the fuck, is going on in here?"

The sharp, angry hiss went crashing into them. Mikasa snapped her head to see the familiar, short stance of the Captain. Her Captain. A look of pure rage etched on his face, his eyes thunderous with the intent to kill, as he stood in the large doorway to the library. From there she could tell, the situation, was completely fucked.