32 Bottom Bunk

Eren's pov:

No! This is my body! I yank on the monster tethered to me, like pulling on a leash. The zombie thrashed and snarled in my head, trying to get back to its meal, but I was stronger. It was a parasite and this was my body!

My mouth slowly unclamps from Levi's wrist, but I don't drop his arm. Every movement feels like I'm moving through oil and it makes it harder to control myself.

"Better now?" Levi asks softly.

I look up at him with surprise, which seems to snap me out of the monster's grip. His pale wrist has a bite mark and is oozing blood slowly, but is otherwise unharmed. Even though the zombie side was in control, it didn't hurt him as bad as I had feared.

"You are acting rather calm for someone who just found out that someone they cared for was a monster. I can't tell whether to thank you or scold you for being so stupid." I mumble against his wrist.

The porcelain skin is soft against my lips as I kiss around the wound and up his wrist. After licking off the remaining blood, I move my hands to his waist and pull him against me. Ymir, who has been observing us closely, took that as her cue to leave.

"I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you..." My voice breaks as small sobs start to shake my shoulders.

Levi is basically seated in my lap with his arms around my shoulders—one hand rubbing soothing circles into my back and the other running through my hair.

"Hey, I get it. I'm not upset. I'm just glad you're okay."

He pulls away and pushes me to where I'm lying flat on the road. His hands caress my cheek, down my neck, over my chest, until he lifts the hem of my shirt. I notice him staring at my stomach in shock and sit up to look as well.

"It's gone.." he whispers quietly.

The wound, which had been a mess of tiny holes in my side, was completely healed. Smeared blood and my ripped shirt was the only proof that I was even injured to begin with. Levi ran warm fingers over the still-cold skin of my side, wiping away the red stain.

Even though I was in control, I could still feel the zombie watching our exchange. It was curious and not at all as bloodthirsty as the others were. This was my body, being inhabited by a monster, but we shared thoughts and feelings. Maybe it could feel what I did...

"Let's get that wrapped up." I nod towards the wound, making him subconsciously hide his wrist from my view.

He stopped once he realized he'd done it, but I still saw the small flicker of fear—fear and pain.

"Okay, but you're going to tell me about my sister while you do it."

I nod in understanding and follow him to the house the Levisquad was staying in. He grabs a black duffel off the kitchen table and leads me back outside. Erwin nods towards us and goes back to surveying our surroundings.

"The brat and I are taking the house across from you guys," Levi informs Erwin, not slowing his fast pace.

Damn, for a short man like him he sure can move fast. I was tall and walked in longer strides, so I caught up to him quickly. He opened the door for me, then locks it behind us and leads me into the kitchen.

The kitchen looks like it was recently remodeled, but never got the chance to be used. I grabbed his waist and placed him on the clean, white counters, digging through the bag for the stuff I'd need. Gauze, Antibiotic cream, bandage wrap—perfect... After making sure that the wound was clean, I smear some antibiotic cream on gauze and place it on the bite, wrapping a thin layer of bandages to hold it in place.

"Tell me," Levi says quietly.

And so I do. I told him about his sister—the first person, aside from my mother, to show me compassion and mercy. Who once was an enemy, but became my friend. I told him about her plan to escape, how we were going to get him and my mom on the way. I even told him about the tattoo on my back and what it means.

"So, you didn't want to kill her." I shake my head because that is all I can manage after that emotionally draining conversation. "And you actually tried to save her and carry her to safety. You, a young child, tried to carry her."

It was hard to tell if he was questioning me or if he was only repeating what I'd said. He didn't look skeptical or doubtful, just shocked and maybe a bit awed. I watched him stare off into space while swinging his legs until he suddenly just stops.

"Le—" I get interrupted by lips meeting my own.

His lips—slightly chapped but still soft— caress my own gently, lovingly. I had him pressed against the counter with his legs wrapped around my waist and arms around my neck. A gentle tug on my dark brown locks has a groan escaping between our interlocked lips.

Before I get too into it, I pull away slightly and stare at his hooded blue-silver eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"I-I just... I'm sorry I ever said what I said. I knew you wouldn't do something without reason, but I was so angry. But when I thought you died... I realized that the past is in the past and I had already decided to trust you, so now it's my turn to follow my own advice."

"I had already made up my mind when you said you loved me, but I appreciate the speech." His eyes go downcast, believing that I had decided not to be with him.

It was kinda cute until I saw the tears pooling in his eyes. I've only seen Levi cry like once, so it was odd, if not a bit disconcerting, to see him like this. I pull him closer and kiss his cheek, making him look up at me with those beautiful silver orbs.

"I meant—That I had already decided that I couldn't stand to not be with you. Even though you were a total ass, that didn't make me stop loving you."

Before he could respond, I had already taken charge and was sliding my tongue over his bottom lip, asking for entrance. When he didn't respond, I squeezed his hips, making him let out an adorable squeak. He must be sensitive there... Oh, this will be fun!

His squeak opened his mouth enough that I was able to slip my tongue in, caressing the inside of his mouth without any resistance. While my tongue explored his mouth, my hands were softly kneading the flesh around his hip bones. Little cute sounds slipped out of his mouth but were muffled by mine.

I could hear his accelerated heart rate and smell his scent—slightly different from before. Now he smelled sweeter, like the honey ham you'd see at Christmas. Maybe it was time for him to take over. I doubt he likes being dominated, especially as a Captain.

As I'm pulling away, he grabs me and mumbles against my neck, "Please don't leave." I knew that he would be scared of me leaving after everything that's happened and yet, it still surprised me for him to act so vulnerably in front of me.

"Love, I'm not leaving. I just thought you might want to take charge."

He tilts his head as if contemplating and then shakes his head slightly. His thighs tighten around my hips and he grips me tighter, holding me in a vice grip. What is he doing?

"Take me upstairs." He says—more like orders.

"What? Wh—" He interrupts and whispers seductively in my ear. "So you don't want to fuck me?"

My whole mind goes blank, body lax against his own, and I just stand there, unable to comprehend what exactly he just said. Then, familiar words play through my head and make me internally smile. "Maybe I don't."

I feel him flinch against me and try to leave my grip, but I hold him tighter this time, grabbing the back of his thighs to lift him up. He sends me a look of confusion but clings to me when I start climbing the stairs. The first door on the right is open, room tidy and Queen-sized bed made.

I lie him on the pale green comforter and start to leave butterfly kisses all around his neck. He moans softly when my lips brush a spot right under his ear and I attack that spot, trying to get another sound to leave him. His sweet scent caresses my nose and makes me groan, licking the column of his throat.

Hungry hungry hungry! I pull away quickly and try to put some distance between me and my heavily breathing lover. The chill was slowly creeping up my stomach, as were the freaky black veins that came with the never-ending hunger.

Understanding took over his confusion when he saw the veins peak out of the collar of my shirt. He tries to move closer, but I hold up a hand to stop him. I should've known that I couldn't do it. I mean, if I feel any extreme emotion it ties back to my hunger and makes me start to lose control.

"I-I can't... Levi, I don't want to hurt you." I whimper, shrinking away from his approaching form.

He pulls me into his warm body, chasing the chill away as his comforting scent surrounds me. "I trust you, Eren. Completely. You were injured and hungry, but you didn't hurt me. Not really. You need to trust yourself."

I shake my head, but he cups my cheeks and holds me still. "I love you and I trust you. It may take you a while to trust me, but I do trust you."

He pushes my body back on the mattress and climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. My mouth opens in a silent moan when he starts to slowly grind against me. His hips circle my growing member until my control slips and I flip us over—him now on the bed and me on top of him.

I rip his shirt and my own off before doing the same with our pants and underwear. Our lips meet again, this time more passionately in a clash of teeth and tongue. I break away and trail kisses down his neck and chest, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin on his hips. A loud moan escapes his mouth when I take him in my mouth and his tip reaches the back of my throat. I bob my head and lick at him until he's begging me to stop.

"Eren, please." His voice is a sexy, lust-filled whine that makes my head spin.

"Get on your hands and knees."

It's as if I'm not in complete control of my own voice and actions, but I know that's not the case. I was a bit hungry but I couldn't feel the tell-tale signs of the zombie going to the forefront of my mind. Right now, I could feel its presence watching us—intrigued.

Levi does as I said and flips over on his hands and knees, back curved downward and ass in the air. I kiss a path down his spine, feeling the goosebumps rise on his soft, porcelain skin.

"So beautiful," I whisper to myself, though he probably heard me.

Before he could say anything or turn towards me, I licked his hole. It didn't taste bad, so I did it again, this time earning a soft moan from Levi. His moans spurred me on as my tongue spurred him on, stretching his insides for what was to come. I remember when he did this to me and said that he thought it would be disgusting but it wasn't and I have to agree.

"E-Eren.." He whimpers, muffled moans and whines leaving him.

He tasted like he smelled— sweet as a honeyed ham at Christmas. When I was satisfied that he was stretched enough, I pulled away and trailed kisses up his spine, stopping at his neck. "This is familiar, isn't it?"

A breathless laugh left his mouth at the reminder of the memory. He had put me in a similar position not even weeks ago. But I didn't like this position very much. I wanted to see the lewd faces he made while I fucked him senseless, so I flipped him on his back, earning a squeak in response to the unexpected movement.

His lustful eyes meet my own, holding my gaze even as I align my member with his hole. A slight nod is all I need before I start slowly pushing in. My member is being wrapped in a wet warmth that has my hips stuttering, making Levi hiss in pain. His eyes are full of tears, but he won't let me stop to let him adjust.

"Just shove it in already," he orders through gritted teeth.

I do just that, thrusting the rest of the way in and settling, letting Levi adjust to my size and girth. Tears of pain are resting at the corner of his eyes and I kiss each eye, letting the salty tears wet my lips. He smiles around the tears and wraps his arm around my neck, pulling me in for a long, deep kiss.

His legs wrap around my waist and he rolls his hips testingly. When he doesn't hiss from the pain, he does it again with less hesitation. I still his hips with one hand and start to slide out, only to slam back into him to the hilt, making us both groan.

Pleasurable tingles spread through my body as we move as one, completely in sync with one another. His warm heat wraps around my leaking member in a tight, but pleasurable grip that leaves me breathless.

My lips cover his, muffling each panting breath and moan. His normally pale face is flush and his silky, ebony hair is partially stuck to his forehead with sweat. Even still, he looks beautiful.

"I-I thought you didn't want to fuck?" He says breathlessly.

A rueful grin spreads across my face and I start stroking him in time with my fast thrusts. Though I'm kissing his neck, I pull away slightly to whisper in his ear, "Who said I was fucking you? I'm pretty sure the term is 'making love'."

He shivers against me and lets out a loud, drawn-out moan, cumming against his toned stomach and chest. As I stroke him through his climax, he tightens around my member, making me groan. Hunger fills my lust-fogged brain and makes me stop completely.

"Why'd you stop?" Levi asks quietly with a blush.

I turn to meet his questioning gaze with muddy sea-green eyes. The veins are much more noticeable without a shirt, so his eyes follow them down my stomach to my thighs, where they stop. He pulls me back towards him and kisses me softly.

"I..Trust..You.. I love you, Eren," he says confidently, emphasizing each word with a kiss.

He moves his hips against mine, making me almost slip out of him, and then slamming himself down on me. My eyes flash hungrily and I growl, but make no move to continue. A whimper leaves him and he starts rubbing his hardening member against my abs.

"Please..." That whimpered word was what snapped my control—control over both the monster and myself.

I slam into him roughly and jab against a spot in him that has him moaning my name loudly. A shiver runs down my back when I feel the knot in my stomach tightening almost to the breaking point.

"Fuck.." I mutter, panting softly.

Levi's eyes meet mine and he tilts his head to the side, offering his neck and shoulder to me. I rest my sweaty forehead against his shoulder and continue my fast pace until I hear Levi moan out again, finishing on my stomach this time. The warmth of his cum hitting my stomach has me groaning and finishing with him.

My teeth sink into his bare shoulder while we both ride out our pleasure highs. Hunger rises in me, but I only lick up a few stray drops of blood from the shallow wound. He whimpers and moans when my warmth fills him to the brim, some leaking past my member and down his thighs.

"I love you."

"I love you too." I whisper, turning us on our sides without disconnecting.

You may think it's weird, but it makes me feel more connected to him—whether I'm the one receiving or giving. He doesn't complain and cuddles into my now warm chest, making noises almost like a kitten purring. That... That is the cutest thing ever!

Soft breathing and those noises that remind me of purring are the only sounds in the dark room. It was calming and, for the first time in a long while, I managed to fall asleep without having a nightmare about Grisha, or experiments, or even zombies. My dreams were too busy being obsessed with a certain silver-eyed kitten with soft black fur.