Power Play: Eren's Revenge

**Chapter 1: The Game Begins**

The air in the dimly lit room crackled with tension as Eren leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his piercing green eyes locked on Levi. The shorter man stood defiantly in the center of the room, his sharp jaw set, though a flicker of unease danced in his steely gaze. Eren’s lips curled into a smirk, dark and dangerous, as he twirled a small, sleek object between his fingers—a buttplug, gleaming under the faint light.

'You think you can just mouth off to me and walk away, Levi?' Eren’s voice was low, a growl laced with promise. 'You’ve got some nerve, but I’m about to remind you who’s in charge.'

Levi’s eyes narrowed, his posture rigid, but the faintest flush crept up his neck. 'I’m not some toy for you to play with, Eren. You don’t scare me.' His tone was sharp, cutting like a blade, but Eren only chuckled, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming.

'Oh, I’m not trying to scare you, Captain,' Eren purred, his voice dripping with mockery. 'I’m going to *break* you. And you’re going to love every second of it.' He held up the plug, letting it catch the light. 'You’re wearing this. Tonight. In public. And that’s not all.'

Levi’s breath hitched, though he masked it with a scoff. 'You’re delusional if you think I’ll—'

'Interrupt me again, and I’ll make sure everyone sees what’s under that skirt I’ve picked out for you,' Eren snapped, his smirk widening as he pulled a short, black skirt from a nearby chair. It was scandalously short, the kind that would barely cover anything if Levi so much as bent over. 'You’ll wear this too. Let’s see how well you can keep your composure with this little secret buzzing inside you.'

Levi’s glare could’ve burned holes through steel, but the heat in his cheeks betrayed him. 'You’re a bastard, you know that?' he hissed, snatching the skirt from Eren’s hand. 'Fine. I’ll play your stupid game. But don’t think for a second this means you’ve won.'

Eren’s grin was feral as he stepped even closer, his breath hot against Levi’s ear. 'Oh, I’ve already won. Now turn around. Let’s get you ready for your punishment.'

Levi hesitated, his pride warring with the undeniable thrill coursing through him, but he finally turned, his movements deliberate and controlled. Eren’s hands were rough yet precise as he lifted the edge of Levi’s shirt, exposing the taut curve of his ass. 'Good boy,' Eren murmured, his tone mocking yet laced with hunger. 'Let’s see how long you can keep that sharp tongue of yours in check.'

The cold tip of the plug pressed against Levi, and a shiver ran down his spine despite himself. Eren’s voice dropped to a whisper, dark and seductive. 'You’re going to walk out there, skirt barely hiding this, and every step will remind you of me. You’ll be dripping with need by the time we’re done, and I’ll be right there to watch you unravel.'

Levi bit back a retort, his hands clenching into fists, but the heat pooling in his core was undeniable. Eren’s dominance was infuriating—and intoxicating. As the plug settled into place, a low groan escaped Levi’s lips, quickly stifled, but Eren heard it. 'That’s it,' Eren taunted, stepping back to admire his work. 'Now put on the skirt. We’ve got a party to attend, and I can’t wait to see you squirm.'

The promise of public humiliation mingled with raw desire hung heavy in the air as Levi adjusted the skirt, the fabric teasingly short, barely concealing the secret beneath. Eren’s eyes darkened with lust, his cock already stirring at the thought of what was to come. Tonight, Levi would be at his mercy, and the game was only just beginning.