Secret Life

I Want Him

A/N: FINALLY! After months of searching for the perfect video, I found one that's as close to the scene in my head as I can get. Feel free to replay the video as often as you like - I wanted a short one to convey Levi's somewhat frayed nerves in deciding to do this but not overdoing the sexiness to warrant a last-minute rejection. [Play the video above before reading this chapter; this is how Levi is dancing in front of Eren.]

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I finish the dance by walking to the cassette player and cutting it off. I turn around to see him straining against the chains on his wrist, his eyes holding the predatory glare of his Titan form. I lick my lips, suddenly nervous, and strut toward him to hide it. He sits back down on the bed, never breaking eye contact with me. I slowly rub his knees and thighs as I kneel on the floor between his legs, moving closer to his pulsing hill.

"Goddammit Levi," he groans closing his eyes as I slowly lick the zipper. I won't lie - I want to deep-throat his hard, throbbing cock so badly. I want him to grab my face and fuck my mouth until I choke on his salty cum, then fuck me more. I've had so many dreams of this, listening to him moaning my name. I place open-mouthed kisses all over his region traveling up to his chest.

"Please say I can touch you... I don't want to lose control and hurt you; please let me touch you, hold you, claim you as mine," he begs as I kiss higher and higher reaching the curve of his neck. I hover above his lap to get comfortable.

"I want that. I want you to hold me and claim me like only you can," I say into his neck. He moans and tightens his grip on the chains, "but there's one thing I want you to do first."

"What's that, du frech Junge [you naughty boy]?" he asks as I push him further up the bed until his back, cushioned a bit by the pillow, was against the headboard. I reach behind him and grab the paddle. I then lean back so he can see my spread-eagled body on full display.

"Punish me, Daddy," I plead seductively playing with the paddle. "I want to be a good little kätzchen for you." I probably look as desperate as I feel, but I don't care - I need him to do this to me, for me.

His eyes are a thin ring of dark green before disappearing behind tanned eyelids. He takes a few deep breaths. "Levi," he says slowly. Did I go too far? Do too much? "There's one more thing I need to know."

"What's that?" I ask gruffly scared of what it could be.

"Are you okay with who I am?" he asks looking me in the eye. The lust is still there but subdued somewhat. "Are you okay with... what I've kept hidden for so long? I need to know."

"Tch. Shitty brat," I start sitting up, "I should be the last person judging you. I've done worse to stay alive; I'm just amazed that you were able to do more good with that, though I hate you had to be the one to do it."

"I'd rather myself than the other two," he says shrugging. He cups my face, caressing it with feather-light strokes from his thumbs. My heated body cools slightly to savor his gentle touch more; I in turn gently explore his face, marveling at how soft and smooth his skin felt.

"Levi, do you know what kätzchen means?" he asks. I nod softly combing my fingers through his silky hair. "How do you know? I'm sure I haven't told you."

My cheeks flush bright pink. "I... well, I... I had a... dream about you calling me that, and I asked you what it meant. You said it meant 'kitten'. I asked you why, and you said because it fit."

"Well, well," he says chuckling, "that must've been some dream. Mind elaborating?"

"Um.." My mind goes blank as he pulls me flush against his body, his restrained cock throbbing deliciously under my ass. Oh fuck, I'm about to lose it. I feel mine poking him in his abs, the ribbon barely hanging on. He just chuckles and reaches behind the pillow.