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Erwin
Marie called him daddy once, back when they were both in graduate school, and it’d made Erwin’s skin crawl. He’d been convinced that night that those types of sexual fantasies weren’t for him. He wasn’t one to ask his partner to call him daddy or master or—
“Please, sir.”
Erwin's hips snapped forward, betraying what he thought he knew about himself.
The vixen beneath him gasped, black hair splayed out like fine silk amongst the white cotton sheets that were fisted in a white knuckle grip. Calloused heels dug into the back of Erwin’s thighs, encouraging him along like a steed while swollen lips turned up in a sly grin.
“Sir. Pl–please, sir. I can take it.”
A deep grunt left Erwin. He was caught in this man’s immaculate web, wrapped up in a cocoon of pleasure he’d never before fathomed. This was a type of power and authority he’d never tasted. The breathy plea hit its mark, a bolt of unbridled lust lodging itself behind his belly. It made it all too easy to accept the role being offered before him.
“I can see that.” He released his grip on the man’s sharp hips, leaning over him and scooping his wrists up in a single hand. The difference in their size added fuel to the flame. “Now, I want to hear you beg—I want to hear how badly you want it.”
Silver eyes rolled back in bliss at the command, back arching to press down and meet Erwin’s every thrust. He asked and begged and pleaded for more, more, more. And Erwin decided right then and there he’d give this man anything he asked for.
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Levi
“Hey Lee? Isn’t that the same guy from last week?”
Levi’s careful not to turn his head at Furlan’s remark. Instead he looks to the scuffed mirror that hangs behind the rows of bottles and uses the reflection to observe the door of the bar.
“Tch.”
Isabel leans against his arm and peers around him. “Shit. You think he wants his money back?”
Tough shit if he does, Levi thinks to himself and takes another sip of his drink. He beat the tall blond fair and square last week, and if that wasn’t good enough, than the way Levi fucked him all night more than made up for the five–hundred dollars he’d pocketed.
He shifts in his seat, easing the pressure off of the still–tender bruises that curl around his thighs.
Thankfully, the man keeps his distance and settles in at a booth on the opposite side of the room from where Levi and his siblings are sitting at the bar. The same two individuals from last time are with him; an even larger blond with short cropped hair, a perpetual scowl, and a nose that’s too big for his face, and a shorter woman with glasses and a mop of brown hair that appears to be desperately clinging to its hair tie. All three of them are dressed in business casual with black slacks and button down shirts. The one Levi played last week is wearing a soft blue shirt that brings out the color of his eyes—eyes that are looking directly at Levi through the glass mirror.
“Asshole.” Levi mumbles under his breath. He diverts his attention to the bartender and flags him down for another drink.
When no one from the trio approaches them, Furlan and Isabel fall back into their previous conversation, talking about the gen–ed history class they’re taking together. Levi had told Furlan to get all his non-degree course work out of the way sooner, but he rarely listens.
“I still don’t get what she wants from this paper,” Furlan complains. “Are we supposed to be writing an argument for or against polygamy?”
Isabel rolls her eyes. “It’s a comparative essay, Far.” She pauses to take a bite out of her teriyaki wings. There’s a smudge of sauce smeared across her cheek that has Levi swiping at his own face. “We’re supposed to talk about both the pros and cons of it.”
Furlan shakes his head and takes a sip of his beer. He shouldn’t have a beer in front of him, at least not for another seven months, but the bartender here owes them enough that he doesn’t card ‘em. “Don’t see how reading up on some ancient marriage customs is gonna help me in economics…”
“You should read up on how resources are managed within cultures that embrace polygamy versus monogamous ones.” A new, albeit familiar, voice enters the conversation.
The man Levi’d been hoping would keep his distance has meandered across the room. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows as he leans against his forearms on the bar, raising a hand when the bartender looks their way. Levi bites his lip and takes another sip of his jack and coke, ignoring the newest addition to the conversation.
“Yeah? What do you know on the topic?” Furlan asks, a sly grin crossing his face.
“Just the basics, admittedly.” The man pauses as the bartender arrives back in their corner to order a round for his table. “But it turns out it’s easier to care for a household with more hands involved.”
Furlan raises a suspicious eyebrow at that. “More mouths to feed.”
“More hands to cook.”
“Touché.”
“Ya know,” Isabel cuts in, “this was all in the reading.”
At that, embarrassment dusts Furlan’s cheeks and drags a chuckle from Levi. Between the three of them, Isabel has always been the best reader. It’d regularly thrown their foster parents for a loop; the way such a rowdy girl who loved to chase rabbits and rescue birds seemed to also love reading cheesy romance novels. She’d even made Levi read to her when she grew tired, or when her hands were full with an injured animal.
Big bro! Can you read to me and miss sparkle ruby feathers? And Levi, for as much as he found Isabel’s taste in literature a bore, could never tell her no.
“I have a book on the topic, if you’d like to borrow it.” Erwin’s offer refocuses Levi’s attention on the conversation at hand.
“Fuckin’ weirdo… You just carry a book on polygamy around with you?” Levi joins the conversation.
Erwin laughs at Levi’s question. “No, it’s back at my house.”
“You planning on going all the way back home for a random book for some random guy?” Levi asks, turning in his seat to face Erwin with a proper scowl.
“I don’t live that far from here.” Erwin answers with a sly grin. His drinks arrive, and he nods his thanks to the bartender. “And you’re not random. So if you’d like to borrow it, you know where to find me.”
Levi’s scowl deepens as Erwin turns and walks away. He keeps his eyes on Erwin, even as he takes a sip of his drink, until the blond returns to his own booth.
Once he’s out of earshot, Furlan is leaning across the bar and into Levi’s personal space.
“Watch it!” Isabel yells, narrowly pulling her basket of wings out from underneath Furlan’s arm.
“Lee—”
“No.”
“Come on man—”
“No.”
“Pl–eeaaase.” He draws out the vowel like a desperate child.
Rolling his eyes, Levi’s answer doesn’t change. “Just do the goddamn reading.”
“We’re s'pose’ to ooze moar tha’ ‘at.” Isabel mutters around a mouthful of chicken.
“For Christ's sake, Iz…” Levi passes her a napkin while Furlan translates her gibberish.
“The professor wants us to use at least two sources in addition to the one she assigned us.”
This new information has Levi sighing as he sets his now empty glass on the bar. “You fucking owe me, Far.”
“See ya’ in the morning,” Isabel sings-songs as he rises from his stool. Levi throws her the bird in response. He has no intention of spending another night with Erwin. Sure, he was a good lay—a great lay—but Levi doesn’t double–dip. He beat the blond, had a good time, and took his money. He’s not one to press his luck; knows Erwin could try and shake him down for the cash he took. Which is why he is just going to ask if Erwin was genuine about letting Furlan borrow his book. Nothing more.
As he walks across the bar he tells himself that he’s not going to think about the way Erwin was the perfect paradox; whispering filth into his ear while acting like a gentleman as he took Levi’s coat. Or how he made Levi ride his thigh with a bruising grip on his thighs, but was considerate enough to not leave any visible marks. He’s definitely not going to think back to how Erwin made an absolute mess, coming inside him once and then a second time on his face, only to take the time to clean him with a soft warm towel. And there’s absolutely no way he’s going to let himself think about how thick Erwin’s—
“Hey, Blondie.”
“Well would you look who it is?” The brunette answers first.
Levi ignores her, looking to Erwin. “Were you serious about letting Far borrow that book?”
“Of course I—”
“Absolutely not.” The brunette cuts in again. This time, Levi glares at her.
“I wasn’t talking to you.” “Doesn’t matter, I’m talking to you.” She points an accusatory finger in his direction so aggressively it shifts her balance and sends a splash of cheap smelling beer across the table.
“Damnit, Hange.” The tallest of the trio mumbles as he scooches back in his seat to avoid getting wet.
Hange ignores everyone and continues. “Just because you somehow managed to beat Erwin here last week doesn’t mean you get to start taking favors for free!”
“Somehow? He played like shit.”
“Hey! I’ll have you know Erwin here is a pro.”
“Yeah? A pro at getting his ass kicked?”
“Ha! Now that’s rich!” Hange shouts and goes to climb over Erwin’s lap. “You’ve no idea just who you’re messing with here!”
Erwin pushes Hange back into her seat. “Would you calm down? I offered to help his friend when I was getting us drinks.”
Hange slumps back in her seat. “You’ve become such a push–over, ya know?”
“Oi, can I have the book or not?” Levi asks over their bickering.
“Yea—”
“Rematch!!” Hange shouts overtop Erwin.
Levi pinches the bridge of his nose. “You want a rematch for a book?”
“That’s really not necessa—”
“Yes!”
Everyone, but Hange, sighs. Erwin leans towards Levi with a sheepish smile that makes Levi’s stomach do something he doesn’t quite like. “Sorry about them. They’re rather stubborn once they’ve set their mind to something.”
Levi shrugs, muttering a soft whatever before sliding into the booth across from Erwin. He perches himself on the edge, uncomfortable with the way the unnamed blond looks at him.
“Miche, Hange, this is Levi.” Erwin formally introduces them.
Miche scoffs. “Yeah, we remember him.”
“Don’t mind Miche here. He’s just bitter that someone else stole Erwin’s attention.” Hange says while digging through their bag.
“Jealous?” Levi asks.
“Hardly.”
Levi lets the conversation go. Erwin’s current state of affairs isn’t his concern. All he needs is to win and get a book for Furlan. Thankfully, Hange pulls out a deck of cards wrapped up in a rubber band before the silence has a chance to grow. “So what did you boys play last time?”
“Rummy.” Erwin answers.
Miche balks at him. “And you lost?”
Erwin shrugs, but Levi doesn’t miss the way his ears turn a soft pink under the dim lighting.
“You know how to play Le Truc?” Hange asks.
Levi nods, and watches as Hange starts pulling out all of the cards with a value less than six. Once done, they pass the deck to Levi to shuffle.
“Any house rules you all play by?”
Erwin shakes his head. “Value goes by card number and then face card.”
“Ace the highest then?” As Erwin nods, Levi passes the shuffled cards over to him to cut and deal.
His hand is okay. His highest card is a Queen, and he has a Jack and ten. Could be worse, he thinks to himself as he opens with the Jack; Erwin counters him with a King.
Erwin pulls out an Ace next, winning the next trick and the first point of the game.
“You gonna actually try this time, Blondie?” Levi teases as the cards are shuffled and cut for him to deal them a new hand of three cards.
“I promise, I always try.”
Contrary to his words, Erwin opens with a nine that Levi easily counters with a Queen. Erwin takes the next trick, but Levi wins the round with a King.
They keep playing like that; trading wins back and forth. On the fifth round, however, Hange shoves Erwin and points at one of the cards in his hand.
“Hange.” Erwin warns, the softness he’d shown Levi and his siblings now gone. It makes Levi straighten his posture.
Hange throws up their hands in surrender, but nudges Erwin all the same. “Lemme out then, I need a refill.”
“I’ll come with you,” Miche replies.
“Bring me a G’n T!” Levi shouts after them.
With his peers gone, Erwin picks his cards back up and levels Levi with a sharp smile. “Ready?”
Levi rolls his eyes and looks down at his cards. “Redeal?”
“No.” He feels his eyebrow twitch, but otherwise doesn’t react to Erwin’s quick refusal.
Erwin opens the round with a King. Levi bites his tongue, deciding to risk his only good card and matches Erwin’s play to spoil the trick. Erwin takes the next trick too, placing himself in the lead.
“We’re gonna be here all night at this rate,” Levi drawls, barely casting a glance at his hand after the next deal.
“Two more?” Erwin offers.
Levi nods, accepting the bet. He promptly loses the round, and decides it’s time to start playing dirty. Hange brings over his drink, but then retreats back to the bar with Miche where they’ve sat themselves, so they don’t appear to be planning to return anytime soon. It makes it easy for Levi to stretch out his legs beneath the table, slotting one of his feet between Erwin’s and knocking their ankles together.
Erwin falters in his deal for no more than a second, casting a glance over the cards to Levi.
By the end of the round, Levi’s won a point for himself and slipped his sneaker off to curl his toes up the back of Erwin’s calf.
“Trying to distract me?”
“Is it working?”
“Depends if you’re trying your best.”
“I always try my best.” Levi echoes Erwin’s earlier sentiment.
To his credit, Levi truly can’t figure out if Erwin is bluffing his plays or not. He reacts more to Levi’s continuous antics than he does the cards. When Levi goes to slip his foot further up Erwin’s slacks, Erwin crosses his legs and wins the next two tricks. And when Levi undoes the top two buttons of his own shirt, revealing the fading bruises Erwin’s own teeth left in his skin, Levi wins.
On the next deal, Levi bites the inside of his cheek.
“Redeal?”
“The answer is still no.”
“Please,” Levi tries again. Batting his lashes, he adds, “sir.”
Erwin considers him, and Levi tracks the way Erwin’s blue eyes drop an increment lower when he bites his lip.
“Since you asked so nicely…” Erwin relents, and they each take a new hand.
Levi wins the next two rounds, tying them again.
“You know…” Levi starts as Erwin starts to deal the next round. “Your friend seems to have forgotten us.”
“That they have,” Erwin agrees and picks up his hand.
Levi reminds himself that he’s only doing this for a book for Furlan. “Would they even notice if you were to leave? Bet you could be back before they even realize you’re gone.”
“Probably. But,” Erwin drops a hand beneath the table and catches Levi’s foot by the heel where it rests against his knee. He strokes his thumb over Levi’s ankle, the same way he’d stroked Levi’s nipples a week ago. The memory sends a shiver running down his back that Erwin must feel as he squeezes Levi’s ankle before releasing it. “I’m rather enjoying our little game.”
“Course you are.”
As they play, Levi gives up on reading Erwin’s next move. Instead he makes a show of finishing his drink, of running his hand through his hair, of reaching his foot farther up between Erwin’s, of biting his lip and chasing Erwin’s eyes with his own.
In the end, it pays off.
Levi’s in the lead at ten to Erwin’s nine.
“My remainder,” Erwin declares.
It makes Levi raise an eyebrow at him. “Really?”
“Really.”
Levi looks to his own hand. It’d be a gamble.
“I get the book if I win?”
Erwin nods and Levi decides to take the risk. “My remainder.”
The first trick of the round, Erwin plays an eight to Levi’s King.
The second trick goes to Erwin, who plays an Ace to Levi’s Jack.
“Ready?” Erwin asks, hiding his lips behind the final card.
“Always,” Levi responds and lays down another King.
Erwin smiles as though he couldn’t be more delighted with Levi’s play, and, for a heartbeat, Levi worries he’s fumbled.
But then, Erwin sets down a seven.
“Shall we go fetch the book for your friend?”
Levi clenches his jaw as his stomach boils. He downs the rest of his drink, slamming the empty glass on the table. “Let’s go.”
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The walk back to Erwin’s home is vaguely familiar. Levi’s walked this city his whole life; can navigate most of it by foot with ease. So it’s easy to ignore Erwin. He doesn’t need to look to him for directions or guidance. He doesn’t want to say another word to Erwin if he can help it, all he wants is the book for Furlan and to never see Erwin again.
“Here we are.” Erwin declares, opening the door to his townhouse.
Levi says nothing as he shoulders past him and crosses the threshold.
When Erwin offers to take Levi’s jacket, Levi keeps his hands in his pockets and steps back. “Tch, I’m just here for a book.”
“You don’t want to stay a while?”
Instead of answering, Levi simply turns on his heel and heads into the living room. It’s cleaner than it was last week, or at least the spaces he remembers are cleaner. The spot on the couch where Levi’d knocked over a pile of books as Erwin pulled him down into his lap is now adorned with a green throw pillow, and the coffee table is free of the egregious amount of mugs. Even the bookshelves that line every wall appear to have been dusted, Levi notes upon approaching them and running a judgemental finger over the dark wood.
“You cleaned…”
“Well you had a point, the place was filthy. So I—”
Levi rounds on Erwin before he can finish, grabbing him by the front of his stupid baby blue button down. “You’re a right fuckin’ arrogant bastard.”
Erwin, the bastard, has the audacity to grin down at Levi. “And what makes you say that?”
“You’re just assuming that you were that good.” Levi’s grip tightens, pulling Erwin closer, causing the blond to take a step forward.
“Good? I do believe I’ve lost to you twice now.”
“Oh don’t you dare start playing coy,” Levi seethes. “You know I’m not talking about some stupid card game.”
Erwin cages Levi in between himself and the shelves, lifting arms that have no right being that defined to brace himself on either side of Levi’s head. “Well now who’s being arrogant, sweetheart? Assuming you were good enough for a second round?”
Levi takes the blatant bait, just as he’d taken Erwin’s gamble, and rematch, and offer, and—he realizes with a start that he’d fallen into Erwin’s net the second they’d made eye contact. So he does the only logical thing his brain can process and interlocks his fingers behind Erwin’s neck, yanking him the rest of the way down to crush their lips together.
It’s inelegant, Erwin’s nose digs into his cheek as their teeth click together. Erwin goes to adjust and tilt his head, but Levi stops him by catching his bottom lip between his teeth. Erwin’s stubble scratches at his chin and Levi immediately wants to feel those coarse hairs between his legs.
“Don’t lie to me.” Levi breathes the order into Erwin’s mouth. “You haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about fucking me again, huh?”
A leg slots itself between Levi’s own, pressing—lifting him up onto the tips of his toes. “Not even for a second.”
“Desperate.” The word loses its bite with Levi gasping at Erwin’s thigh making contact with where he’s warm and aching already.
“Only for you.”
Levi’s hands slide down to grip Erwin’s broad shoulders and lift himself the rest of the way from the ground. He wraps his legs around Erwin’s waist, easing the pressure between his legs. “Tch, you hardly know me.”
Erwin drops his hands down to Levi’s ass as his mouth drops down to Levi’s jawline. “I’m willing to learn, if you let me.”
“Fine.” Levi breaks and relents, taking Erwin’s face in his hands. “Lesson number one…” He lowers his voice, leaning in to trace the words against the shell of Erwin’s ear. “I like it when big blond assholes fuck me—hard.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I knew that already.”
“Assho—” Levi’s sharp retort dies in his throat as Erwin spins them around and presses him into the soft couch cushions.
“Here’s a lesson that I think you need to be reminded of.” Erwin slots himself between Levi’s legs, grinding their hips together while undoing the buttons of Levi’s shirt. “I prefer manners over insults.”
Levi’s eyes flutter, head turning into the throw pillow. “Yes, sir.”
Just like last time, that name garners Levi exactly what he wants. Erwin groans at the authoritative position and snaps through the thread holding the remaining three buttons in place of Levi’s shirt. He should curse Erwin out for ruining his clothes, should demand that he pay for a new shirt, but all he manages to do is buck his hips up into Erwin’s.
Fuck his shirt. He wants those hands on, no–in him.
“That’s better,” Erwin praises before sinking his teeth into the fading mark right below Levi’s collarbone.
A mangled curse falls from Levi as he kicks out at the sharp sting, eager for more. He pushes himself up from the couch and into Erwin’s warm mouth so that he can unzip his binder and toss both it, his shirt, and his jacket onto the glass top table. Erwin pushes him right back down, left thumb finding a peaked nipple and kiss swollen lips latching onto the other.
It’s torturous how good Erwin is at this. He’s careful to avoid scratching Levi with his thumbnail, but the rough callus still drags across Levi’s skin just right. Levi’s back arches up into the touch, fingers twisting themselves in Erwin’s hair.
“Fu–uuck.”
At Levi’s continuous curses, Erwin pries himself from Levi’s chest and starts undoing the buttons to his own shirt. “We really need to work on your language, sweetheart.”
While Erwin works on his own shirt, Levi kicks his sneakers off. “You think you’re the first to tell me to watch my mouth?”
“No.” Shirt undone, Erwin returns to Levi, picking him back up and carrying him through the house. “But I think I’ll be the first to actually teach you a lesson.”
“What makes you think I’m willing to learn?”
Erwin walks them into his bedroom and drops him down onto soft dark purple sheets. He wastes no time, crawling over Levi as he bounces gently atop the mattress.
“The way you begged for my cock makes me think you’re willing to learn, if only to get what you want.”
“Well, aren't you observant?” Levi grins, excited, and reaches up to pull Erwin down for another kiss. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Erwin grins back, blue eyes sparkling against the city lights shining in through the window, and gets to work teaching Levi a very thorough lesson about proper manners.
