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It smelled like rain. Levi could feel the thick, damp air on his skin. The dreary weather had almost made him stay in bed, but he wasn't that kind of guy. He did get up, albeit slowly, inspected his clothes to make sure they were pristine before pulling them on. Styled his hair in the small, standard issue mirror on his dresser. Went to the shared bathroom and brushed his teeth.
He'd gone to the dining hall, which was rather empty this early in the morning. Most folks enjoyed sleeping in just a little longer. Levi didn't like faltering from his routine; he'd been getting up this early for years.
Once he was done with his quiet breakfast of toast and a strong cup of tea, he walked with his hands shoved in his pockets down the long corridor, not heading anywhere in particular. Usually he moved with purpose, though on tranquil mornings he enjoyed going on a walk around. It was a nice change of pace from the hustle and bustle that usually accompanied the headquarters, from the loud, horrible noises they'd all experience while out on expeditions. Levi soaked up the peacefulness while he could. If things went as they usually did, the other Scouts would be getting going in about thirty minutes.
He would've gone outside if it weren't for the rain. It'd gotten worse overnight, loud booms of thunder and bright flashes of lightning accompanying the storm. Levi settled for walking around the first floor, keeping his eyes on the windows, watching the rain patter against the glass.
He'd almost completed his first loop when he noticed an exit door to the outside was propped open with a brick. This door led to a small garden, blocked off on three sides; the fourth side was a small tree and bush lined path to the stables. With a scowl, Levi wondered who the hell had left the door propped open this early in the morning, or if it had been left like this all night.
Pushing the heavy door open revealed the answer immediately. Standing in the middle of the garden with an umbrella, staring down the path for some unknown reason, was that crazy fucking scientist. They had their back to the door, boots squelching in the mud. Hange lifted their feet almost methodically, slowly bringing each sole down and shimmying it back and forth, as though they liked the noise the muddy puddle made. Despite the umbrella, their shoulders were dotted in raindrops, signaling to Levi they'd been outside for far too long.
"Four Eyes," Levi grumbled just loud enough for Hange to hear over the rain. They peered back at him over their shoulder. Their amber eyes were heavy with dark circles, confirming what Levi already knew — Hange hadn't woken up early. They'd never slept.
"Hey. What're you up to?" they greeted him, a smile spreading on their face.
"Looking at an idiot," he said.
Hange rolled their eyes dramatically and turned around to face him. "I'm pondering."
"Well, you can ponder inside, warm in bed. Gotta take a damn nap before we do drills." Levi opened the door more, beckoning for them to come in.
He swallowed hard at the look they gave him. The smile they wore turned into a smirk, their eyes looking him up and down like they were starving and he was a plate of freshly baked potatoes. He hadn't even said anything that nice. Sure, he cared about them. Sure, he was essentially saying he wanted them cozy and safe inside rather than out in a thunderstorm that was gradually getting more intense.
And sure, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about what they'd done to him on the last expedition. It had been two weeks since they returned, two weeks and a day since the night they were on watch together. And neither of them had said anything about it. He and Hange had eaten in the dining hall together, he'd dragged them out of their lab when it was filled with smoke, they'd brought him tea late at night when he couldn't sleep. The pair had had plenty of conversations, plenty of one on one opportunities to discuss what had occurred, but it seemed neither of them dared to bring it up.
Levi certainly wasn't going to talk about it first. He wasn't sure if they ever wanted to acknowledge that it had happened. As Hange approached him now, their eyes still pointedly trained on him, he couldn't help but remember how their soft their eyes were when their mouth was wrapped around his member.
He moved out of the way as they came inside, closing the large umbrella, rain dripping onto the floor. His face turned sour at the mess they were making — puddles and muddy footprints littered the entrance.
"Stay right there," he mumbled, kicking the brick into the garden and slamming the door shut. Hange giggled at his command but obeyed, staying put. Levi took the umbrella from their hand and leaned it against the door, upside down so the water could drip off. Then, he pointed at their boots, unwilling to touch them himself.
"Seriously?" Hange groaned. He gave them a stern nod. They huffed as they removed their boots, careful not to step in the wet, muddy mess with their socked feet. Levi noticed their socks were horrid, tinged brown from constant wear, and he forced himself to look away.
Once their boots were tucked by the door, the pair walked side by side down the hall together. He figured he'd follow them up the hall to the supply closet and double back to clean up their mess while they got some shut eye.
Hange walked slowly, heavy with sleepiness. They started to babble about their work, as they usually did. Levi listened intently to their words, though he didn't show it, opting to keep his face stoic as they rambled on and on about last night's experiments.
"And Moblit, poor guy, he was falling asleep at the desk. He ended up drooling all over his papers. Can't submit any of those soooo tonight I'll be rewriting them!"
Hange paused to peer out of the large windows as thunder crackled in the distance, waiting for the inevitable lightning. His grey eyes wandered up to their face; he noticed the focus in their gaze, a twitch of anticipation on their top lip, the handsome slant of their nose. Levi tried to stifle the long sigh that threatened to leave him.
That ever-loyal Moblit got to look at this face all night.
He clenched his jaw. Levi had no reason to be thinking that way. It was only a blowjob, he told himself. People said those were casual, they didn't mean anything. Perhaps Hange felt the same way. Perhaps they were simply blowing off steam or trying to make him feel better. He had certainly been off that night, given how difficult the expedition had been.
Unfortunately, the act had meant far more than nothing to Levi. In fact, it was the first time anyone had done that to him, the first time he'd allowed someone to touch him in that manner. There had been a few times after Kenny abandoned him that he'd been jumped or groped by nasty Underground folk. Although most of those people didn't live to see another day and he was above ground now, the worry stayed with him. The indescribable nervous feeling he'd get when he even thought about someone touching him sexually hadn't gone away.
But not with Hange. They were kind, gentle; they truly knew him. He had allowed them to touch him. Kiss him. Put his cock in their mouth. After he finished in their throat and they swallowed it all, he offered to reciprocate, but they refused. Their face was bright red and they didn't look him in the eyes until a few days later. He couldn't help but worry he did something wrong, he'd hurt them, or his genitals weren't clean enough.
The lightning struck in the distance. Neither of them flinched.
Hange turned to him once more. "I like torrential downpours," they said.
He let out a grunt and looked away, down to the floor. "I don't."
Immediately, he regretted his words. No point in dwelling on the past. No point in allowing them to see that vulnerable side of him.
His eyes darted to his hand as he felt warmth there. Hange had grabbed him. The hairs on the back of his neck raised and his face felt hot as they gave his hand a tight squeeze. Levi dared to look up at them, at their big eyes looking down at him. Comforting him.
After a few seconds of eye contact, they took their hand away from his, giving him a small smile instead. He supposed he had been scowling and they interpreted that as him not wanting the contact.
"C'mon Shorty," Hange said. "Let's get your little ass to the cleaning closet."
They knew where he was going, despite him not having told them. Making them leave their umbrella and muddy boots at the door was a big clue. He let out a quick, short sigh before following them down the hall. They'd begun to blabber again.
"Miche came into the lab a few nights ago just to tell me my work smelled horrible, the bastard. He wouldn't even let me take a swab sample from his nostrils as payment for his interruption. Never does, no matter how much I ask. I need to find out what makes him tick, you know? His sense of smell could be helpful to humanity if somehow I could distribute it to everyone, like a medication to mutate us normals. Imagine if we could all detect Titans like he can!"
Levi chuckled. Hange tilted their head, quizzical. "You lumped yourself in the 'normals' category?" he quipped.
They laughed. "Fine, I'll exclude myself from that group, but you're not in it either."
"Never said I was."
Hange lightly punched his shoulder. "It all worked out. In the end, Miche paid for his interruption."
Levi raised an eyebrow and stopped walking. "How—?"
"The supply closet!" Hange chirped, cutting him off. They opened the door and entered without even looking back to see he'd stopped in his tracks. Levi stared down the empty hallway for a few moments, contemplating the horrible feeling simmering in his stomach and the images in his brain that accompanied it. That tall oaf Miche touching Hange as payment for interrupting them. Their face as they enjoyed it.
"Dammit," he muttered under his breath, attempting to compose himself. He didn't have time to feel this way. Didn't even have the right.
Levi walked to the supply closet, his feet hitting the stone floor hard. When he peered inside, Hange was holding an old towel and a mop.
"What do you need for…?" they asked, trailing off when they looked over at him. Their eyes flicked up and down, inspecting him. "You good?"
He hadn't realized he looked upset. Levi took a deep breath, unclenching his fists, trying to make his expression softer. He couldn't meet their gaze as they set down the mop and towel and approached him. They didn't tower over him as much since he was still in his boots and they were shoeless.
Hange placed their thumb and forefinger on his chin, raising his face to look at them. They'd done this plenty of times, to talk to him about something serious, get him out of his head, make a stupid joke. It felt different now. Levi's entire face burned as they stared at each other, as they studied him. He couldn't help but wonder if they treated everyone like this. Hange was friendly to everyone, sure. They were wildly extroverted and talkative, especially about their research, but this was different. They'd grabbed people they were angry at, roughly, they'd shoved people aside. But how many people had they touched so gently?
They opened their mouth to speak but before they could, Levi grabbed them by the collar of their yellow shirt and pushed them against the door, slamming it shut. He got on his toes, kissing them hard. Hange's hands moved, one to the back of his head, stroking the fuzz of his undercut, the other to his lower back. They pressed his body against theirs and deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth.
Levi backed off for just a moment, taking them in — the closet was mostly dark, a small amount of light leaking in around the edges of the door. Their brown eyes glistened anyway. It nearly took his breath away, how beautiful they were.
He pressed his lips against theirs again, releasing his grasp on their shirt and running his hands down their body. Hange's chest was tightly bound; he slid his hands past that quickly, bringing them to their hips. He pressed his thumbs against them and they moaned again, the noise making his abdomen tighten.
The hand on his back moved lower. Hange squeezed his ass, a smile spreading on their lips, big enough he could feel it as he continued to kiss them. Levi had half expected them to put a stop to this, to tell him he was being a perverted freak. He nearly felt like one, pressing his fingers into the fabric of their pants, desperate to feel underneath.
Levi decided to push forward before his brain could kick back on and he chickened out. He quickly undid the button and zipper to their pants and shoved them down to their thighs. Hange's breath hitched, getting faster as he put his hand on the fabric of their underwear. It was damp, clinging to their lips. He pressed his fingers against them, reveling in the feeling of their heat.
"Le-levi," they whispered against his mouth.
He leaned back, making sure that was a good thing. Hange seemed to understand his silent question, nodding before tugging him forward, reuniting their lips in a kiss.
Their other hand went to their own underwear, tugging one side down. Levi pulled down the other, resting the fabric on top of their pants, still on the bottom of their thighs.
He slid his fingers through their folds, barely dipping into their entrance to collect some of their slick before dragging back through to the front. Slowly, he pulled up on the skin around their clit before touching the tip lightly. Hange moaned, pressing the back of their head against the wooden door.
Levi was glad he'd accompanied Miche and the other men to the bar and listened to them talk about their 'conquests' and techniques. He'd been annoyed with the conversation at the time, found it disgusting, even, to talk about that sort of thing in public. But now, as Hange's legs began to shake just from his gentle touches, he was grateful.
His thumb replaced his forefinger when he moved his digits to their entrance. Levi circled around it, listening to their soft whimpers as he did so. He brought his lips to their neck, kissing on the warm, slightly damp skin there. Hange shuddered when he brought his tongue out, lapping up their salty sweat, poking his fingers into them — just to the top knuckle.
Hange whimpered again, moving their hips in time with his slight intrusions. "Please," they whined.
Levi couldn't help the grunt that escaped him. Hange wanted him. He slipped his fingers deeper, clenching his jaw at the moans that left their mouth. His cock throbbed, pressing hard against his pants as he fingered them slowly, attempting to savor the feeling of their dripping cunt.
They continued to move their hips, pushing down each time he thrust his fingers inside. Their grip on his hair tightened. "More, Levi. Please."
He groaned, thrusting his fingers into them faster, deeper — he couldn't refuse that request, not with their desperate tone.
"Shit," he hissed as they clenched around him. His thumb pressed onto their clit, rubbing methodically. Levi felt a soft, almost spongy spot within them and he pressed on it.
"Levi!" Hange nearly screamed, their hand moving up from his ass and clutching at his upper arm.
Levi brought his free hand to their mouth as he pressed on the spot again, muffling the loud noises erupting from them. "Shh," he whispered. "People are getting up now. You have to be quiet."
Hange whined, breathing harder. Levi rubbed on the sensitive spot with every thrust, rolling their clit under his thumb. He pressed his body against them, his still clothed cock rubbing against their thigh. Every movement of his fingers, his hips followed suit, grinding into their muscular flesh.
Their legs shook more, their knees buckling under them. They leaned forward, barely able to keep themself upright. He could feel their walls constricting, their grip on him tightening, their hot breath quickly blowing out of their nose and rolling over his knuckles.
He lifted his head from their neck to look at them. The pair made eye contact — their large, brown ones half-lidded, fucked out and right on the edge. Hange whimpered one final time, the sound morphing into something far louder as they reached their orgasm. Levi felt their pussy gush around his fingers, dampening the sleeve of his tan jacket. He humped their leg faster as they came unraveled, their plush walls fluttering around him, squeezing him perfectly.
Rutting against them, he felt his body shudder. Levi groaned, his abdomen going taut as he, too, reached his orgasm. He forced himself to keep fingering them through it, despite the hot embarrassment swelling on his cheeks.
Hange began to calm, their body slowly tilting towards him. Levi took his hand from away their mouth, hooking it under their arm to hold them steady.
"Need to lie down?" he asked. They groaned as they nodded, their head heavy. He let out a small hum, carefully removing his fingers from them. There wasn't exactly room to lie in the closet, he realized, so he helped them slide down to the floor before grabbing one of the towels and draping it over their still exposed groin as a makeshift blanket.
He sat next to them, allowing Hange to rest their head on top of his. Levi shifted, feeling the sticky mess in his underwear.
Hange mumbled something he didn't quite understand.
"What?" he asked, glancing at their hand now lazily stroking his thigh.
"Lemme take care of you," they managed to get out.
"Oh, uh… You don't—"
Before he could continue his protest, they turned to him, kissing his cheek and groping his crotch gently. Upon finding him soft and his pants damp, they pulled away from him. Even in the dark, he could see the smirk on their face.
"Don't say a fucking word."
Hange chuckled. "Am I that attractive?"
"I said don't speak."
They listened this time, opting to kiss him gently on the temple before resting their head on his again. Levi listened to their breathing calm, becoming even as their body settled into his warmth. Hange's arm snaked around his, their thumb brushing against his knuckles.
What a difference this was to two weeks ago, he thought. When he finished and they wiped the remnants of his orgasm off their face, they couldn't even look at him, let alone caress him.
"Are you…" he began, allowing himself to openly talk about it for a mere moment. Having second thoughts, he shut his mouth.
Hange, of course, couldn't let it go. "Am I what?" they prodded. "Satisfied? Yes, I am."
"No— Good, but that's…" Levi ran his hand through his hair. Usually he wasn't at a loss for words. He always had a quip, a comeback, a sarcastic thought. The scientist made his brain malfunction. "Last time it wasn't like this." He turned his hand so his palm was facing up, touching theirs.
"Ah." Hange shifted awkwardly to face him before letting out a shaky, hesitant sigh. "I let my nerves get the best of me then. I was worried you didn't like it. Or I'd ruined our friendship forever," Hange said, chuckling softly to themself. "To be completely honest… That was the first time I'd ever given a blowjob."
Levi raised his eyebrows. He could've sworn they were experienced, given how much he'd enjoyed it. "What?"
"Yeah, uh… I've never done anything. With anyone. This was the first time anyone's fingered me… I've done it to myself! Uh." They blushed, eyes darting away from him for a short moment of embarrassment before returning. "When I was younger, in my cadet days, everyone thought I was weird. So many others would brag about finally hooking up or whatever, but I never did. I was interested, surely, but it just never happened. Then, I was far too into my research to even have the time. I hope… I hope you don't think of me differently for that."
"Why would that change my opinion of you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. Hange shrugged, pressing their lips together in a thin line. Levi took a deep breath. "I've never done these things with anyone, either."
Their face lit up with surprise. "You, Levi, Humanity's Strongest? The man with a hundred women and men pining after him after every expedition? Grew up in the Underground, known for its loose morals and lots of sex? A virgin?"
He scoffed. "Yes."
"You could have anyone you want, you know."
"I don't want anyone else." The pink color on their cheeks deepened. Levi felt his own skin getting warm again. "Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't shagged up with that assistant of yours, the way he follows you around like a puppy-dog he'd be easy to convince."
Hange let out a loud bout of laughter. Once they settled down, they spoke. "Moblit, huh? Never considered it. But now…" They poked Levi on the nose. "You've given me an idea! I'll sleep with him tonight."
Levi rolled his eyes, lightly hitting them on the side of the head. "Shut up, Four Eyes." He stood, adjusting his dick in his soiled pants, then glanced at them as they also got on their feet.
"I'm joking," they reassured him, buckling their belt.
"I know," he said, his voice higher than he wanted it to be.
They grabbed either side of his face and pulled him upwards, kissing him. Something in his chest swelled.
"We can take this as slow as you need," Hange said as their lips parted. They pressed their forehead against his gently, caressing his cheeks with their thumbs. "I know I'm a little apprehensive. So… No pressure, you know, if you're feeling similarly."
"Okay," he whispered. He wasn't able to look at them, wasn't able to express that he did feel the same, given everything he'd experienced in the past. It was better for him to take this new territory in small steps. Hange gave him a quick peck.
"Let's get going," they said. They leaned away from him, except their right hand, which they used to pinch his cheek. "Someone needs to change his pants before drills."
Levi backed away from their grasp as they burst into another fit of laughter, louder than before. "I'm going to strangle you," he grumbled.
Hange gave him a pat on the head. "I'm open to it. You can explore your kinks with me."
He stuttered, unable to come up with a comeback. They giggled, pinching his sides as he spun around, opening the door to the closet. He blinked rapidly as light filled the space, though not as much as he'd expected, as the storm hadn't wavered. The pair stepped out of the closet together, staring out the windows.
"Gonna be wild training in this storm," Hange said.
"Especially on no sleep," Levi muttered, figuring there wasn't time for Hange to nap now.
"Ah, well. At least we'll be together, eh?" They elbowed his side.
Levi looked up into their eyes. Slowly, he brought his hand to theirs, interlocking their fingers.
"Yeah," he said. "We'll be together."