Dangerous Territory

The Knight

Important Note: Liqdra was kind enough to point out that I messed up a historic detail in Chapter 33. I said the Iron Cross was worn on the neck. Instead, the Iron Cross 2nd Class is worn only on the ceremony day, then as a ribbon sewed to the tunic button; and the Iron Cross 1st Class is pinned to the breast pocket. I will go back through the story when I have time and fix this mistake. However, I reall, REALLY love the mental image of Eren with that iconic black and silver cross on the neck. (Plus there's fanart of it!) That medal is the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross.

So, thanks to Liqdra, Eren is about to get a new medal!

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Levi woke up slowly, not jolting out of nightmares this time, but a hazy rising out of foggy fantasies, only to glance across satin pillows to see those fantasies were there in bed with him.

He reached over and softly touched Eren's hair, not enough to wake him, just needing to feel him first thing in the morning.

Their night had been long and adventurous. After a dinner eating in their room, Levi had urged Eren to show him some more, to touch himself and explore in ways the young man had never before felt safe doing. He could tell Eren was not practiced in this and saw when he discovered new sensations.

To think, he was getting to witness Eren learning about his own body!

But that was just half of it! Eren was determined to wear Levi out. After their argument, Levi had cheekily told Duran that he was going to get the best blowjob of his life. Eren sure did his best to make that come true, until Levi teased that he wanted to get drunk on semen.

Maybe they were both a little drunk on sex. They had spent most of the night as wildly infatuated as newlyweds, trying to wear each other out, and both proved to have quite the stamina.

Levi could feel it now, though. He ached!

And yet he still hungered.

He felt like he could never get tired of watching this man squirming across the bed and listening to his throaty cries.

He was addicted, and best of all, he knew there was so much more they had not yet explored.

Levi slowly rolled aside and sat up. He stretched out a crick in his shoulder and stifled a groan.

Out of practice, old man, he teased himself.

When Levi put his feet down, they landed on a pile of clothes on the floor. He looked down and saw the field-gray uniform. Levi shook his head and stepped over it for now.

The movements woke Eren up. "You okay?" he mumbled sleepily.

"You forgot to hang up your uniform."

"I will."

"It'll be wrinkled."

"Ich werde es ... bügeln. Später..." I'll iron it. Later. Eren's eyes sank heavily as he dozed off.

Levi went to the bathroom and washed up. He glanced in the mirror, turned his head to the side, and saw a bright hickey on his neck. The sight made him smile. He realized there were other marks all over his body from where Eren had gotten a bit rough.

He stepped out and saw Eren sprawled out on the bed, tangled in satin sheets. He saw that the lean German had similar marks on him, red circles on his throat and collar, a faded pink scratch mark on his chest, and a bruise on his inner thigh that Levi had given him in a little rough play.

How he would love to mark him up even more!

Levi picked up the uniform trousers, and the leather belt flopped. He looked at the belt, then over at Eren. He was slowly waking up, stretching his bandaged arms above his head, naked and so vulnerable. A sly smile crept onto Levi's lips.