Levi Ackerman Lemon - Eyes that See - Request

A Levi request, took a little longer than expected (Super sorry... blame my advanced cognitive neuroscience class) but we made it! Hope I did it justice for ya.

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                “Pass me that map.”

                Akame hummed at the ‘order’, and handed over the map on the table beside her. Levi grunted in thanks before going back to being completely absorbed in his work. She was pretty sure he was working on planning their next trip outside the walls but couldn’t be sure as he hadn’t spoken in hours. Ever since he’d sat down at his desk with the new pile of papers he hadn’t said a word. But this was nothing new, Levi was nothing if not dedicated.

                Their pairing was an odd one, Akame had to admit that. Levi was still Levi, carrying the label of her boyfriend did not lessen the brashness. His curt words still stung sometimes, but if she admitted it to herself, that was why she had been so comfortable in the relationship. The insults, the treatment, although very much diluted it reminded her of her past and where she came from. After so many years in such a place, Akame hadn’t been sure how to react to anything else. Levi had been her source of comfort, so much better than where she had been, but still enough to ease her anxiety.

                She looked at the man, his eyes sharp and focused like always, not even blinking as his hair fell into them while he bent over the map. She had the urge to brush the strands back, but knew that Levi would be furious if she distracted him. There were rules for being in Levi’s office while he was working, and Akame had no doubt that he would throw her out if she broke them, girlfriend or not.

                So she settled back into the chair and closed her eyes, subconsciously matching her breathing to Levi’s and drifting off to sleep.

               

                Although Levi was there to ease her anxiety when she was awake, there was nothing to comfort her in sleep. Once again, she felt the dreams seeping in and clouding her previously calm thoughts. But they were not dreams, but memories. Memories of her parents saying goodbye, of her little sister’s small hand clasped around her own. The poor girl never understood, she was too small, too weak. But their parents had needed the money and there was nothing else to sell. The camp had apparently paid a good price for them, and Akame sometimes wondering how much it was, just how much her life was worth. Akame could still feel the lashes, the pain of failure. She’d tried so hard to keep the attention on herself, hoping that they would ignore her sister, but it was not enough.

                They hadn’t even let her see the body, not even to say goodbye.      

                They had worked Akame hard, harder than all of the others because they could see the raw potential in her. And they were right, Akame advanced past the others, and for a brief part of her life assassin work was all she knew, all she was allowed to know. The few friends she had there were as broken and twisted as she was, everyone else avoided her red eyes that unsettled them so much. Those had been dark times, even now the thought of them made her shiver. She could feel the revulsion crawl under her skin at the thought of the person she had been then, at who she was on the road to becoming.

                She didn’t remember what spurred her rebellion, but one day she found herself hiding from the guards and running away. The underground wasn’t exactly safe, but to her it was freedom. Ironically, there was no way she would have made it out without the skills they had taught her.

               

                “Akame.”

                She startled awake, sitting up in the chair and feeling her neck crack from the way she’d slid down the chair. Levi was standing beside his desk, fingertips pushing the papers to line up with the edge. “Time to go.”

                “Go? Where?” Her mind was sluggishly trying to catch up and unless she was mistaken she saw the flicker of an amused smirk before reality came back.

                “The meeting, with all of the captains.”

                “Right. That meeting.” Akame stood and followed Levi out of the room, heading towards a meeting they both knew would probably just tell them everything they already knew about their current situation with the Titans.

  

                ***

                They’d been wrong. The meeting was about a trip outside the walls. A small scouting party, it shouldn’t be something that had such a big effect on them. They’d done this many times before. But this time, they would be accompanied by new recruits, and it had Levi in a rage.

                “What is he thinking? They’re not nearly ready enough to go outside!”

                He was pacing around his office with long purposeful strides, hands gripping his hair. Akame was sat in her chair, quiet. She knew there was no way to change the mission details, she knew that the scouts were running low on men, why else would such new recruits be sent out with her and Levi? But she could understand why Levi was having such an issue with it, the likelihood of these new scouts coming back from the mission was low, and wasting life was the one thing Levi hated most.

                “Levi, there’s nothing we can do.” She tried to keep her voice calm, not wanting to further enrage him when he was already so furious. But it seemed to have the opposite effect, his scathing eyes turned on her and for once she couldn’t find comfort in them.

***

The mission was over.

They’d done what they needed to do.

Only she and Levi had made it back.

Levi had been silent the entire time, he hadn’t been himself. She’d practically had to tear him away from the corpses to get him to turn back, or else neither of them would have made it back at all. But since then, he’d refused to look at her. She’d followed him to his office like usual, thinking that he just needed time, but then he’d slammed the door in her face.

So she was currently stood outside it, heart clenched in a vice. He’d never shunned her before, at least not like this. He was a little mean and sarcastic by nature, but he was never cruel. Hesitantly, she knocked. “Levi?”

There was nothing. But she wasn’t about to let him sit and fester in whatever he was feeling now. “Levi I’m not leaving.”

She heard a dull thud, and then his loud footsteps towards the door as it was wrenched open.

“Get lost.”

“No. I’m not leaving you like this-”

“Why not, that’s what you’re good at isn’t it? Leaving people behind?” He opened the door fully and took a steps towards her, walking her back until she was pressed against the wall and there was nowhere left to turn. She could feel his breath on her face, but there were none of the feelings that usually accompanied it. “Your sister, your ‘friends’, those new recruits, you’ve left every single one of them to die, to save your own skin!”

Akame couldn’t find the words, the madness in his eyes stole them from her. She could feel herself curling in, trying to protect herself. Her hands flew to her ears to block out his words but he grabbed her wrists and held them down.

“You’ve left everyone you ever knew to die, and today was no different! I wanted to go back, we could have saved them! But you, you left them! You’re a monster!”

He let go of her, his breathing laboured, and with one last glance turned back to his office.

Akame felt the silent tears brim and trickle over her cheeks, “I’m a person.” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince Levi or herself, but he chose to reply anyway.

“You are what they made you, and nothing more.”

His door slammed shut and Akame felt her legs collapse from under her, sliding down the wall to finally curl into herself, trying to hold the pieces of herself that were finally breaking apart.

***

Levi took two days to calm down.

Then another day to think over everything he’d said.

Then another day to feel shitty about everything.

And then finally, he found himself stood outside Akame’s door, with no plan in mind, and no idea of what to say. He raised his hand to knock, but let it fall back down. What was he even doing here? He’d spent days waiting for her to show up at his door and yell at him, insult him, break up with him, something! But when she didn’t show, that was somehow worse. Maybe she couldn’t even bear to look at him. In one angry moment he may have lost her forever.

He sighed, resting his forehead against her door, straining his ears for any sign that she was inside. And then he heard her, he pressed his ear to the wood to confirm, and he heard her again. Not thinking, he opened the door and walked in. After a moment his eyes adjusted to the dim light and he saw her sitting on her bed, knees curled up to her chest, and a glistening streak of tears down her cheek.

“Akame…” he breathed out her name at the sight of her, his breath catching in his throat as her head turned and her teary eyes snapped to meet his. He gaze lowered to her throat as she swallowed, then up to her lips as she spoke,

“What do you want.” Her voice was dull and lifeless, just as he remembered it being when she’d first arrived. He’d heard that voice many times since then, but it’d never been aimed directly at him. But what was he supposed to say, after everything he’d said before, how could he atone for that?

“I came to see you.” She flinched at his words, trying to hide it behind a sniffle but Levi’s sharp eyes caught the movement.

“Why would you want to see me?” She asked, letting out a broken sob, “I’m just a monster, remember?”

And at this, Levi couldn’t remain by the door any longer, he stepped forward to the side of her bed and kneeled down, grasping one of her hands in both of his as he looked up at her, “Don’t say that Akame”

She looked away, determinedly avoiding his gaze, but she didn’t pull her hand back which sparked hope in him yet. “I’m a person.” Her voice was small, but clear in the silent room, “and you can’t tell me I’m not.”

Levi moved up, sitting gently on the bed beside her, tracing his thumb over her cheekbone and wiping away one trail of tears, “I know you are. You went through all that shit and you still somehow came out a better person than anyone of the dumbasses here.” He gave her a wry smile, and was rewarded with a reluctant giggle, her cheek lifting under his hand.

“I’m sorry I said those things, I, I was just so angry that we’d lost them and-”

“I know.” Her palm was resting on his, smoothing circles into the calloused skin. She knew him inside and out, because they’d both been through so much, they were the only people who understood one another. And that’s what allowed them to find solace in each other, they were both broken and dark and twisted at their cores, but were fighting to be like the people they admired.

And then their faces were closer than before, Levi could count her eyelashes around the no longer dewy eyes. Slowly, he tilted his face, waiting for her permission.

He counted the beats, feeling her breath coat over his lips, and then, as he felt that he’d made the wrong move and was about to pull away, he felt her lips press against his.

The weight that he felt lifted from his chest in that moment was indescribable. After everything he’d done, she always understood. Once again, showing that she truly was the better person of the two.

Akame felt a familiar warmth grow in her stomach as Levi’s lips ghosted slowly over hers in the lightest of touches, slowly coaxing her lips apart. Then his tongue was slipping to stroke languidly against her own and a pitiful whine bubbled from her throat.

Immediately she pulled away, turning her head to hide behind her dark hair. She and Levi had been together before, but this was a whole new level. Never before had it felt so intimate, like they were baring their souls to one another, completely immersed in the moment. Levi wasn’t generally a take-it-slow kind of guy, and Akame had always admired and agreed with that tactic, but this was something else entirely. This was proof that no matter what a person says, how they feel doesn’t change in an instant. This was proof that when something is right, it doesn’t matter just how fucked up everything else was.

His thumb caressed her lower lip, giving her a rare small smile as he kissed her again, slowly and deeply as if he had all the time in the world.

Her hands fell on his chest, fisting in his shirt, and then a moment later pulling on in gently yet insistently, telling him exactly what she wanted. Levi fisted his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside and reclaiming her lips, the pressure slowly building as their mouths met more insistently.

He leaned back, pulling her atop him, his hands wandering to her waist and rubbing her thumbs over her hipbones. He groaned underneath her, as he felt her thankful weight press down on him, her warmth encompassing him.

But even as they parted for breath Levi darted back in and latched his mouth to her neck, sucking and biting, marking her as his own. Again, he felt her keen, the vibrations against his puckered lips sending heat straight to his lower regions which were steadily hardening for feel of her.

Hooking a leg around her, he rolled them over, looking at her as she now lay below him. Her red eyes were darkened like wine in a familiar lust, her dark hair spread out in a halo, her lips parted and glistening ready for him. She met him halfway, her back arching to press her body against him, inviting his hands to crawl up her back squeezing at her shoulder blades before lifting her shirt off completely.

She had been ready for bed, so there was no bra, which meant that Levi’s path was uninterrupted.

Levi’s lips ducked to press a light kiss to the already forming bruise on her collarbone, before lowering to admire the top of her breasts. Her back arched even more, her hands curling in his hair to guide him lower. He smirked against her skin, lowering agonizingly slowly down, kissing around the perking bud.

“Levi, quit it ahh-” Her admonishment was cut short as his teeth closed around her nipple, sucking in a pulsing rhythm. Her groans only grew louder as he began rolling his hips against her, grinding his heat into her.  

For Levi, every touch of her was like a thankful caress. The past few days he’d expected to never be able to hold her like this again, he’d been tearing through his memories to get a glimpse of what this felt like, because he thought that memories would be all he had left.

But she was here, moaning underneath him as his hands went automatically to their stations, running over her ribs, pressing down on her skin above her hipbones, caressing lower and lower until he heard her frustrated groan.

“Fuck, Levi just –“

He enjoyed cutting off her words. He had to admit, it sent his blood south when he saw her unable to even speak because of what he was doing. His fingers were pressing hard against her folds, his hand stuffed under her clothes and surrounded by her warmth.

His lips surged up, smothering her moans as he kissed her hard, dragging his teeth along her lower lip and sucking hard against it.

Ignoring her whimpers of protest he tore his hand away from her core and fumbled with his remaining clothes, throwing them on the ground and for once not caring where they landed. Hers were soon to follow, his hands leaving searing trails where they’d passed over her skin.

She had scars, of course she did, it was impossible to live in this life and not have them, but Levi ran his calloused fingertips over every single one of them in his fevered touches, thanking god for the inner strength of the girl beneath him.   

He didn’t apologise again, but he didn’t need to. There was a moment as he locked his eyes with hers, as his tip pressed frustratingly against her dripping folds, and he knew that was all the two of them needed. He threw her legs tight around his hips and plunged deep into her, a groan rolling low in his throat as she clenched around him

And Akame, as she always did, grew breathless at the sight of him. It was probably her favourite part of sex, not the climax, not the ways they'd end up in the situation, but the minute he entered her. Every time his expression never failed to tighten the coil in her stomach like nothing else.

It was like he’d forgotten what it felt like to be united with her, so every time she got to see his eyes close in reverence, a curse spat from between his lips, his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed down whatever groans were fighting to come out.

Her admiration came to an end when Levi tossed one of her legs over his shoulder, casually pressing an open mouthed kiss to her calf before ramming back into her. He didn’t rest, and Akame was rolling her hips in time with him, both of their minds searching for solace in the other. The bedsheets were hot between her fingers, giving her no pause from the inferno raging inside her that was gripping her muscles and urging her back to arch higher and higher as their bodies pounding more harshly against one another.

Then Levi was leaning forward, just a touch, just to brace his outstretched hand on the sheets beside her. But it stretched her leg more than she’d been ready for, the new angle taking her completely by surprise as she was so much tighter around him. He felt bigger than before, as if he filled her to the brim and had her bursting at the seams.

Levi’s hair had long since fallen into his eyes, but even that couldn’t hide his dark eyes as he almost blew his load at this new angle. Ramming into her harder, his free hand dove to her clit and rubbed harshly, abusing it the way he knew she craved.

And within seconds she was gone, Levi finishing thankfully a few thrusts after, still thrusting his hips lazily as he came down from his high and noticed that her eyes were still unblinking as tremors continued to run through her.

Finally, she collapsed back to the mattress, her limbs all untangled from Levi just for him to gather her in his arms and tangle them back up. He cheek was pressed against her hair and his thumb was rubbing circles on the skin of her waist, both of them silent as they took breath back into their lungs.

They didn’t say anything else, because they weren’t that type of couple. Theirs was a relationship not many would understand. But it was a relationship that they both needed, and although neither of them would ever admit it, it was a relationship that they both deserved to the end.