Don't Touch Me {Ereri/Riren}

Chapter 1- winging it

"...Eren, do you have a death wish?"

"Oh, come on, Ar, it's not like he'll skin me or something." I assured him, not showing how terrified I really was. "The worst thing that can happen is extra cleaning duty."

"But Eren, he doesn't let anybody touch them."

I gulped, only just now realizing how true that statement was. The Corporal's wings were almost sacred. I had only seen Hanji poke and prod at them once and even then he looked like he was mustering up all his self control not to slap her hands away.

The only time he even uses them are during a select few of Hanji's experiments. The man usually opted to use maneuvering gear instead, although I personally couldn't even begin to imagine why. Why have such a beautiful ability and then insist on using unreliable technology? I pushed those thoughts from my mind, deciding that I would only end up conjuring more questions than answers.

"It'll be fine. I'll be fine. He can't kill me, I'm humanity's last hope, remember?" I leaned across the table and lowered my voice.
"Plus, I have to keep up my title of the Dare King. I can't lose this, Ar. Jean would never let me live it down."

Armin sighed, "This is possibly the stupidest thing you've ever agreed to." I nodded in nervous agreement.

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"Um, C-Corporal Levi?"

"Come." I hear the familiar sharp voice. I grab the handle and open the door slowly, and step inside, closing it behind me before I give myself the chance to bolt. I wipe my clammy hands on my pants and find Levi's gaze on some papers sitting neatly on his desk in front of him.

"Are you going to tell me what the hell you're doing here or just stand there looking like you need to take a shit?"

Unnerved by his bored tone, I gulp harshly and tentatively sit down at the chair in front of the desk. He doesn't even look up.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

"I was sitting at lunch today playing truth or dare with Jean and the others watching while they made out with each other and licked the floors and shit like that when it was my turn and Jean decided to be the humongous asshole he is and threaten my title of the Dare King by telling me to do something extremely stupid and most likely impossible without getting my ass kicked and that's why I'm here."

It was deathly silent. I refused to open my eyes in fear that I would piss myself.

"Oi brat, open your eyes."

Shitshitshitshit. I open one eye slowly and then relaxed when I saw he wasn't glaring at me. With both my eyes open now, I take in his half amused-half curious expression that I have quite literally never seen on his face before.
"Well? Don't leave me hanging, brat. Let's hear it."

I could leave right now. I could run and never look back. I could live another day.

"He dared me to touch your wings." What the fuck. It's over for me. This shouldn't be happening. I'm too young to d-
"Okay."
Wait, WHAT?

He ponders for a moment, his brow furrowing in a way that is definitely not cute.

This is humanity's strongest, I reminded myself. He's the most badass person in the walls. He can't be cute, or adorable, or beautiful, or sexy. Okay maybe that last bit is true, at least. Sexy is at least a little more masculine, right?

"I-I'm sorry, s-sir, but-"

"I said okay, dumbass, now get over here."

I stumble up, maneuvering around the desk and come to a stop by his side.

"Are you sure about this, sir? I don't want you-"

"Jaeger, if I wasn't okay with this, do you really think I wouldn't have sent your ass back out to the curb? Now, don't pet, or scratch, I'm not an animal. I'm not gonna roll over for you." He extends his wings, the right one flexing only inches from me.
"Also, we can't have you losing that damned title, now can we?" I feel my chest tighten at his lowly spoken words and cursed myself for the blush I can feel creeping on my face. I drag my gaze from those stormy grey eyes and on the black feathers that glisten in the light of the lanterns neatly placed around the room.

I search Levi's face for anything that says 'touch-me-and-die,' but see nothing of the sort. He looks disinterested at most. I come to always expect that from him. My fingers loosen in my fist and come up to nestle in the feathers, and I can't help the sigh I give when I feel them between my fingers.

I stop cold when I hear a small sigh in sync with mine. I turn to see Levi had put his work down and is sitting back against the seat with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly agape. He seems startled by his own response and his eyes snap open and find mine.

"Did I say you could stop?"

His voice is quiet, softer than I have ever heard it. My fingers moved across the wing to the outer tip and back again. He doesn't voice any complaints so I take a breath and flip my hand over to feel the softness on my knuckles. I drag it closer to where the wing connects to his body and continue to palm the feathers.

Levi lets out a low moan that makes my head swim and the wing seems to flutter against me. I immediately make it my goal to hear him moan like that again. I raise my other hand and stroke the center of the wing while the other plays with the more sensitive parts closer to the attached body, pleased with the small groan that leaves his lips. Levi looks in a mix between pleasure and hunger, his grey eyes glued to mine, and I shiver at the intensity of the stare. His white knuckles are locked around the chair's handles and I swear I can hear a low growl embedded deep in his throat.
I gather up my nerve.

"A-Are you enjoying this, sir?"

A hiss escapes Levi's mouth and I can't tell if it was because of the tug I gave at the base of his wing or the words I said.
I feel the appendage stiffen beneath my fingers and Levi abruptly let go of the handles.

"That's enough," he speaks firmly, his breathing still not quite steady, "you can go tell your little boyfriend that you followed through. Now go."

Cheeks flushed, I let go of the feathers quickly, albeit reluctantly, and trip over myself to the door. I leave without a word and close the door behind me.

...What the hell just happened?