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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Eren_Yeager, Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Levi_ackerman, Hange_Zoë, Rico
      Brzenska, Erwin_Smith, Petra_Ral
  Additional Tags:
      Sugar_Daddy, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Rich_Levi_(Shingeki_no
      Kyojin), Australian_Eren, Budapest, Yakuza, Age_Difference, Fake/Pretend
      Relationship, what_a_wild_combination_of_tags, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-18 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 13270
****** 17, 19 & 20 ******
by Icandigelvis
Summary
     Only the unluckiest of people get stuck in airports because of
     airline bankruptcy.
     Eren is one of those people.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     I visited Budapest last weekend and this story takes place in this
     beautiful city. With that being said, I don't speak any Hungarian and
     my knowledge of the town is still minimal, so direct any criticism to
     my dear friend yourheartsdesire, thanks! ♡
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Eren bit his lip, narrowing his eyes at the large poster above him, up on the
wall. The smiling lady in the ad for Desigual was taunting him, he was sure of
it. She had money, she could probably afford a plane of her own.
And here Eren was, standing by the information desk, passengers yelling and
arguing in different languages around him and the clock ticked on, eventually
hitting 16:31. And the plane wasn’t boarding because it wasn’t leaving. Because
Eren, along with these 30 or so people, were the unluckiest bunch on earth at
that moment.
God damn it.
“Even with the bankruptcy insurance we have to stay until tomorrow,” someone
with a posh accent exclaimed, annoyance in their voice.
And here Eren was, without an bankruptcy insurance.
He backed into the seats he knew were behind him, slumping down on the hard
bench. His head fell into his hands, closing his eyes as he silently groaned,
thinking what to do. He absolutely couldn’t ask Mikasa for money; she was
saving up for her studies, barely managing at that. She was getting depressed,
having to drop out of the rugby classes. And she really loved rugby.
Eren had planned on getting a job so he could surprise her by paying her rugby
classes. And then their supposed “aunt” had called. An aunt Eren never even
knew he had. But in his excitement to meet a family member he had booked a trip
to meet her, here in Budapest.
Eren didn’t know what he was expecting; her house was a little shabby but her
two kids were polite, didn’t know any English was all. But the shock he had
felt when he realized she had been expecting him to come live with her; to work
for her. And that she had known Eren existed, without trying to contact him
before, and-
It was all a nightmare and Eren didn’t want to think about it.
And here Eren was, stuck alone in an airport in Budapest.
***-***-***
He had counted his money, 9 820 ft, which converted to 31 euros. Which also
converted into “you’re screwed, lad”.
Eren spent a part of it on his grumbling stomach, chewing down two croissants
and flushing it down with some fruity water. It had been on an offer, Eren
deciding between blueberry and orange. He pushed the bottle down into the small
holder on his backpack, throwing it over his shoulders and walking back to the
ground floor.
There was a nice lady at the information counter. Her name was Alexandra, with
apostrophes on nearly every letter which made Eren sweat, trying to come up
with how to pronounce it. So instead he just played it safe and called her
Alex, coughing a bit awkwardly.
She had promised to search for cheap flights back to Melbourne while she didn’t
have any customers and Eren thanked her dearly, going back to check with her
every now and then.
But Eren wasn’t getting anywhere with 31- no, 29 euro. He wasn’t about to go
outside to beg for money yet, but he was already wondering if Alex could write
a sign for him to hold:
“Hello. My name is Eren, my parents are dead and I just got royally fucked in
the ass by KangarooAir. Please help, every 100-dollar bill helps.”
With another yawn he glanced at his cheap watch; 17:03. Wait, that didn’t make
sense, he thought and brought up his phone, squinting at the time as he had
lowered the screen brightness to the bottom; he had to save battery. It clearly
read 19:20.
Unclasping his watch he slid down onto one of the benches again, twisting the
little screw on the side of the clock, nothing happening. Eren tapped the back
of it, wishing he could jump start the battery again but to no avail. His
things were literally breaking apart along with him. He wanted to sob.
Like a dog with it’s tail between his legs he walked over to the toilets again,
sitting right outside where there was a socket in the wall, plugging in his
charger to charge his phone.
He probably looked like a backpacker, someone who was pretty pleased with
living like this, going on adventures with only a small packing. Except Eren’s
backpack wasn’t carrying more than one pair of clothes and some necessaries.
He, of course, even forgot to bring a toothbrush when he arrived to Hungary and
had to pick one up at the airport, only realizing the second day that he
overpaid, a lot, for a fucking tooth brush.
“Damn it,” escaped him in a whisper, Eren bringing his hand up to cover his
face. He couldn’t cry now; he couldn’t completely break down.
Jean was sort of rich, right? His parents had a pretty large house, they would
probably let him borrow money for a flight back home. But it was the thought of
begging to Jean, to embarrassingly ask for money that made Eren shake his head.
Jean would never let him live it down.
He took a couple deep breaths before rising his head again, a cleaning woman
taking a couple moments to stare at him before continuing to wipe the floor.
Eren stared at the sign she put a metre or two in front of him, reading
“CAUTION, WET FLOOR”.
***-***-***
It was just after midnight when Eren started to crack. He was sat by the only
open café, forehead against the sleek table-top, his feet not reaching the
ground because of the tall bar-chair.
“Don’t cry,” he whispered, looking up at his water bottle. There was an orange
light coming from the café sign, shining through the thin plastic.
Eren was so tired, so goddamn tired. He had tried to sleep over by the closed
restaurant area but a guard had woken him up. Then there was a praying room
which he pathetically sneaked inside of, trying to hide in the corner to sleep.
Eren eventually felt too bad about it to be able to sleep. Occupying a toilet
was still an option but Eren was positive he wouldn’t be let alone for long.
So instead he was sat by one of the small bar tables, at least no one of the
service personnel kicking him out because he hadn’t ordered anything. Alex’s
shift had ended left a couple hours ago, giving him a sad smile before she
left. She had probably seen a situation like this before, maybe many times.
He heard the sound of shoes passing in the large hallway, high heels clacking
and sneakers squeaking. Eren lay his arms on the table, watching business
people hurry along the marmor-looking floor. If he could steal one of their
wallets he could probably fly home 10 times over.
‘I’m already resulting to stealing, I haven’t even gotten to the begging yet,’
Eren said to himself, too tired to even rub his eyes. His stomach gave off a
loud grumbling, his mouth feeling dry, tasting of faint, artificial blueberry.
Eren turned his head to hide it in his elbow again, the soft material of his
long-sleeved shirt not feeling as comfortable anymore. It was itching and it
wasn’t warm enough. Why didn’t he just bring his jacket, like Mikasa had urged
him to. She had yet to text him, though there was really no reason for her to
do so yet. He had informed her he was coming home on Thursday. It was still
only Tuesday. Or well, since it was past midnight it was Wednesday.
But when his aunt turned out to be rather rude, expecting so much of him even
though they just met, Eren sorted of freaked. And he simply fled, spending
almost all remains of his money on advancing his flight to three days earlier.
Yet he wasn’t fast enough, only one day had made a difference. But of course
the airline had decided to go bankrupt on the same day as Eren was supposed to
fly home.
The sound of a plate being put down made him look up, eyes widening at the buff
waitress who stood in front of him, placing a wrap on his table. A rather tasty
looking wrap- was that falafel?
“... Wait, what?” Eren asked, his voice coming out rough. He cleared it,
staring at the waitress.
The man shrugged, pointing towards the counter where a man stood in a suit,
typing away on his phone.
“It’s paid for,” the waitress informed Eren who was stumped for words. The
waitress went back into the kitchen, Eren staring in wonder at the man.
His clothes looked spotless, black suit and white undershirt unbuttoned at the
first button. His laptop bag was made of fucking leather, his shoes shining at
the bottom of his rather short length. How old was he actually?
But his face, oh his face. It looked hard, strained in the blue light coming
from his phone. His hair fell over his eyes but Eren caught a glimpse of steel,
of annoyance and perhaps pride. Who was this man?
He was someone rich, someone important. That was for sure.
But… couldn’t he simply look Eren’s direction so he could thank him? What was
going on?
“A double espresso,” the waitress behind the counter exclaimed and the suited
man looked up, accepting the mug.
And then he just walked away.
“What the-” Eren exclaimed, jumping off the chair to run after him-
- only to run back for his wrap, then resuming the chase.
The man sure was fast for his height and Eren jogged up to him, appearing on
his left, the hallways empty around them. The steel grey eyes fell on him and
oh, they looked severely annoyed. His face was rather pale as well, his hair as
dark as coal, or Mikasa’s most expensive eyeliner. And the bags beneath his
eyes, prominent and blue-toned.
Jeez.
“Uh… Sorry, I just wanted to thank you for the b-burrito. I was really hungry
and- you know, you certainly saved me,” Eren said, getting a bit thrown off by
the expression the man was giving him. Was he pissed? Did he pay for Eren’s
food without realizing? Was he already regretting it?
“It’s a wrap,” the man replied, nodding towards it. Eren looked down at the
wrap in his hand.
What had he said? Oh.
“Ah, yeah, I know. Sorry, I’m a bit tired,” he explained, still walking in
quick steps towards wherever the man was heading. He felt a little like those
people who usually stood in town, trying to recruit others for charity
subscriptions.
A frown fell onto the other’s face, even deeper than his previous frown. His
walking slowly came to a stop, his eyes scanning Eren’s body. The teen stopped
in his tracks when the man did, looking a bit confused.
“How old are you?” the man asked, narrowing his eyes.
“19,” Eren quickly replied. Or well, he would be in a year and a month. Eren
was so used to replying 19 when going out with friends, his fake ID stating he
was, at least.
“And your name?” the stranger continued, changing his grip on the laptop bag.
“Eren,” he replied, blinking.
“Eren,” the man started, regarding him one more time, “are you waiting for a
flight?”
“Ah, well no, or yes,” Eren stammered, looking at his wrap, “I was gonna fly
home to Melbourne yesterday but the airline went bankrupt; I didn’t have an
insurance.”
“So when does your flight leave?” the man asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
“Uh, no, the airline went bankrupt. Like, I won’t fly home and I won’t get my
money back because I don’t have an insurance,” Eren explained, watching the
sour expression fall on the man’s face, “The airline doesn’t have money to-” he
slowly trailed off.
“Oh… you mean like another flight,” Eren realized, wanting to slap himself. He
had just explained what a bankruptcy was to someone who very much looked like a
lawyer.
“I don’t have one,” he hurried, wanting to crawl back to the café to eat his
charity wrap alone.
“Okay, so you’re stuck here? No money?” the man asked and Eren nodded, feeling
the heat appear on his cheeks after his awkward misunderstanding. What if this
man was actually a lawyer? Or an economist. He sure looked like one of them.
“Family?”
“I have a sister back in Melbourne, she’s already in loans,” Eren mumbled,
looking to his left. Many of the lights in the airport had been turned off, all
the stores on this floor dark and locked up. The light from the big sign
reading “EXIT” above them lit up enough, Eren wishing it would be morning
already.
The man seemed to regard him for a little while, eyes meeting Eren’s again.
“Okay, Eren. Here’s a proposition; I’ll get you on a flight home tomorrow if
you come to dinner with me tonight, pretending to be my date. We’ll make up a
bullshit story about how we met and you’ll sit there and look pretty while I do
the talking.”
Eren’s mouth had fallen slightly agape, his eyes staring at the man in front of
him. It was silent around them as the seconds passed, the man looking more
annoyed with each tick. Then he huffed, turning towards the sign to look at it.
Wait… what?
“Forget what I just said... I don’t have any cash on me, we’ll find an ATM and
I’ll withdraw some for you so you can get home-”
“No, I’ll do it!” Eren interrupted him, eyes wide, hand almost squeezing the
wrap empty. The man glared at it, a piece of tomato popping out of the bread,
looking read to fall over Eren’s hand.
“Besides, I already owe you-”
“You don’t owe me, forget it, it was a stupid proposition. Let’s find an ATM-”
“No, I said I want to do it.” Aside from also getting paid to fly home he would
also be arriving home about the same time Mikasa expected him to. He could just
explain the entire flop with his aunt and leave out the story about how he
actually got home.
The man sighed, facing Eren again. “You’re absolutely sure?”
“Yes,” Eren nodded. Another addition was that the man was rather attractive,
older than Eren first had thought. Condemn Eren to hell and back for having a
thing for older men, he couldn’t help it. And he looked rich! Was rich, having
to offer pay for the flight and all, for fucks sake.
“Levi Ackerman,” he said, Eren nodding. He didn’t hold out a hand so neither
did Eren.
“Let’s go then,” he said, Eren swearing he spotted a small smirk appearing on
the man’s face. Maybe it was just the light.
Eren’s legs jumped back to life, his feet following the man who moved towards
the exit. Then, in a rather quick motion the Levi stopped again, turning to
look up and down Eren’s body.
“Are all the stores here closed?” he asked, glancing behind the teen.
“Not the ones on the second floor, but there’s no restaurants,” Eren shrugged.
He didn’t like walking around upstairs where the guards of every fancy store
glared holes in him, the one outside of Hugo Boss looking ready to beat him in
already.
“Armani? Or Boss?” he asked and Eren nodded. The airport was open 24 hours and
he was pretty sure the stores on the second floor were as well.
“We’re getting you something quick, Hanji would never let me live in peace if I
brought you wearing that to Boscolo,” he muttered, turning for the stairs
instead, Eren in tow. He was about to ask about the stores but instead got
distracted by the criticism.
“Uhm, just because I don’t have any money doesn’t mean I have no style,” Eren
defended himself, following him up the white stairs. The escalators on both
sides of them were standing frozen but Eren was positive they would spring to
life if they walked onto the sensors.
“Sure, Eren,” he said, aiming for the Armani store right in front of them. Eren
glanced warily at the two guards chatting with each other, now turning their
way.
“How can I help you?” the lady behind the counter asked, shooting up from her
chair. Her hair was a little messed up from the tight bun and Eren was sure she
had been sleeping.
“What’s your size?” Levi asked, turning to Eren who blinked at him. He couldn’t
possibly expect the teen to afford this? And Eren was not about to accept an
Armani suit; that was way above charity. He was gonna play the part of a fake
boyfriend for dinner, that was it.
… what sort of dinner was this actually?
“I’m… I can’t afford this,” Eren hissed, only for Levi to hear. As a reply he
got a glare, the man grabbing onto Eren’s shirt at the back of his neck to pull
it down.
“What the-” Eren exclaimed, throwing out his arms to not fall to the floor.
“EU 48,” the man said, turning to the lady again. “I need a suit quickly, and a
pair of shoes that matches. Thank you,” he said, rather rude, in Eren’s
opinion. But the lady nodded, replying with a “Certainly, sir,” as she moved
across the store towards a table with white button ups.
“Mr. Ackerman, I told you I can’t afford this, nor can I accept-” Eren started
but was interrupted by the look the man gave him.
“Call me by my first name since you’re my date. And I get that you’ve been
raised well and is prude enough not to accept too expensive gifts, good job,”
Levi said, sarcastically clapping his hands.
Eren stared at him, not sure if he was supposed to be angry or thankful, face
falling into a sneer.
“-But this is also for me, because like I said I need a date, and this date of
mine has to look appropriate for the occasion. And I’m certainly not someone
who would date anyone wearing discount jeans and a fake Nike shirt.”
Eren spluttered, staring at the man in front of him.
“Come on,” Levi said, ignoring Eren’s shock, taking the neglected wrap from his
hand and nodding for him to enter the dressing booth where the lady was
preparing the clothes.
“Which shoe size, sir?” she asked, looking at both of them, Eren joining her to
stare at Levi. Levi in turn made a hurrying motion for Eren who gulped,
mumbling his size to the woman who nodded, running off again.
“Please, dear Eren, hurry,” Levi said, his free hand coming up to rub in his
face.
The teenager muttered something about rude bastards but entered the booth,
shrugging out of his backpack, emptying his pockets off phone and charger. He
felt self conscious about opening his bag inside a dressing room, the sound of
his zipper loud. Surely the people outside thought he was trying to steal the
clothes now.
The white shirt fit fine but the dark-grey pants were a little too short. He
opened the curtains to look at Levi, the woman having joined him to watch Eren
displaying the expensive clothes. The grey jacket felt a bit stiff, Eren not
used to wearing suits at all.
“The pants,” the lady said, Levi nodding. “How do they sit around your hips?”
she asked, Eren scratching his head.
“They’re fine, I think,” he answered, turning to look at himself in the mirrors
again. A little tight on the ass, perhaps. If he had been trying these clothes
with Armin or Mikasa he would’ve done the ‘bend and snap’ test. Eren figured
this wasn’t exactly the occasion for that.
She appeared by his side, holding an identical pair and Eren closed the
curtains, shrugging into the pair.
It all felt so surreal, standing here trying on pants with a pricetag of $695.
Maybe he had actually fallen asleep by the café table and this was all a dream.
When he opened the curtain the second time the lady was holding two pair of
shoes, crouching on the floor where Eren hastily kicked his own joggers off. He
wished to all the gods that his socks didn’t smell.
If they did the lady didn’t show any disgust, instead pushing the shiny loafers
onto Eren’s feet. It looked pretty fucking weird since Eren was wearing his
discount spiderman socks. He had bought them ironically, to Armin’s humor, be
he doubted neither Levi nor the lady got that joke. Spiderman wasn’t supposed
to be wielding a sword, for fucks sake.
The first pair of shoes fit and Levi nodded, turning to the lady.
“Do you have the suit in a Oxford Blue?” Levi asked to which the lady nodded, a
smile on her face.
Eren wanted to laugh, “Oxford Blue”. Was this what rich, pretentious people
chatted about? “Ah yes, Eleanor, your shiny, oxford blue eyes sparkle like my
new China vase.”
“We’ll take it, along with the shoes and a pair of socks. Could you please
remove the tags as well,” Levi said, walking towards the cash register, Eren
walking inside the booth again to change back into his own clothes, his
comfortable clothes. He exited only to see Levi, taking two large bags from the
counter, the lady giving him a small bow and a big smile. Eren surely gave her
props for acting nice, especially considering the time of the day.
“Come on,” Levi said, exiting the store without looking to see if Eren was
following. The sound of Eren’s worn shoes running after him probably confirmed
it for him.
They exited the airport and the cool air outside made Eren bring two arms
around himself, his stomach then giving off another sound. As he watched Levi
pull over a taxi his eyes suddenly widened.
“Where’s my wrap?!” He exclaimed, not remembering leaving it anywhere.
“We’re getting dinner in less than an hour, jump in,” Levi said, looking
severely stressed by now. And that stress was transformed into annoyance which
in turn was directed at Eren. The teen hurried over to the cab, feeling a bit
grumpy over losing his food, also hating when people wasted food. He was sure
Levi had taken it from him at some point.
The car sprung to life, driving out onto the road as Levi and Eren buckled
themselves up in the backseat, Levi leaning forwards to say something to the
driver.
Eren’s eyebrow rose.
“You speak Hungarian?” he asked. The man had an almost spotless English but
Eren had noticed the slightest of accent when he spoke earlier.
“Only a little. I was born in Paris,” he explained, taking up his laptop from
his bag, placing it on his knees as the startup screen greeted them. Eren
absently looked away as Levi typed in his password, glancing outside at the
highway.
The taxi driver had turned off the radio, his eyes stuck to the road and Eren
glanced down in his lap. He had completely forgotten about his tiredness and
now that he sat still it hurried up to him. He blinked, staring outside his
window again, few cars passing them.
Levi sat silent beside him, opening some sort of email service Eren didn’t
recognize. He didn’t want to intrude on whatever personal emails the man had
but he was growing a bit antsy in his seat.
“Shouldn’t we get to know each other? If we’re supposed to be dating, I mean,”
Eren tried, scratching his leg. He had his backpack in his lap, holding onto it
like someone would try to take it.
Levi looked up at him, the light from his laptop illuminating his face,
observing the teen for a second.
“You said you’re from Melbourne, right?” Levi asked to which Eren nodded.
“My mom is Turkish, moved to Australia when she was in her 20s. I’m attending
year... t-ten in high school,” Eren stumbled over the words, realizing his
mistake only afterwards. But Levi nodded nonetheless, Eren hoping the man was
unaware of how the Australian school years worked. He had lied about his age,
after all.
“I’m the CEO of Onyx, Europe’s leading architecture company,” Levi said,
starting to click around on his laptop while speaking, “the people we are
meeting tonight are the president, Erwin, who you will address as Mr. Smith.
Cliché, I know, but that’s actually his name. Ms. Zoe is our marketing manager,
she’ll probably be there as well-”
“Hold up, you’re CEO?!” Eren asked, mouth hanging agape. The richest person he
had ever known was his father who had been a doctor. Mr. Kirschtein was pretty
well off with owning the local supermarket store, but that was it.
“Yes, I’m dirty rich like the rest of the greasy white men at the top of the
companies,” Levi said, still looking rather annoyed. Eren figured it was his
resting face, by now.
“Anyway, we’ll say we met in Sydney, I was there last month for business. Do
you have a job?”
“Uh,” Eren stuttered, still a bit dumbfounded. The man was freaking CEO, at the
leading architecture company too?! Was this all part of a prank show or
something?
“I sometimes work at a camera store in our area,” Eren said, coming out as a
question. Levi furrowed his eyebrows.
“Have you done any waitering? Or it doesn’t matter, we’ll say you worked at
some fancy restaurant and we met there,” Levi said, turning back to his laptop.
Eren raised an eyebrow.
“I can’t even carry one plate for myself at buffets, no way I’ll pull of that
lie,” he answered honestly, but tracked completely off as he watched the
amusement appear on Levi’s face.
“Well it wouldn’t make any sense for me to go and get my photo taken in
Melbourne,” Levi mused.
“Why not? I’m sure everyone in Paris would love to have your mug hung up on
their walls,” Eren said, not thinking before speaking. But to his surprise the
look he earned from Levi wasn’t a harsh one, rather one clad in a teasing
smile.
“A bit cocky, are we? Absolutely not my type,” Levi said, but even with the
words he still smiled. Eren watched him with big eyes, pressing his lips
together and averting his eyes.
“We’re having dinner with some presidents of something, I think it was the
Cultural Centre of Budapest. But you don’t have to say anything, just sit there
and look spoiled,” Levi said, hopefully not noticing the blush crawling up
Eren’s neck. The situation was finally starting to sink. What was he even
doing?
“-Hanji might try to talk to you, just ignore her if she gets annoying,” Levi
said, tapping around a bit more on his laptop before closing it, the inside of
the cab turning dark again.
Eren nodded, looking outside the window. He was starting to feel nervous. This
was actually an important dinner-slash- meeting he was going to. He didn’t
exactly find himself particularly pretty, not close to Mikasa at least. His
hair was usually pretty messy, the summer freckles spotted over his nose and
cheeks still left from July. He was always bullied for his big, bushy eyebrows
as a kid. And his lack of the ability to build muscles. Mikasa had scolded him
a good hour after he bought one of those jars of protein pulver. He was pretty
much doomed.
Eren noticed the car was starting to decelerate, looking outside at the nearby
buildings. What was the place called, something with B, right? Or was it an O?
The teen was expecting the building to look fancy, that was a given, but he
wanted to yell out a “come on” when he saw the letters Boscolo Hotels above the
entrance of a very, very beautiful looking hotel.
Absently listening to Levi paying the taxi driver, Eren stepped outside to gaze
up at the tall building. There was a man stood by the door, giving him a smile.
It looked strained, as he gazed down Eren’s attire.
The night sky was almost pitch black behind the building, some windows giving
off a yellow light while others were dark. Levi walked around the car, heading
for the entrance.
“Mr. Ackerman,” the man greeted, Levi nodding in turn.
“He’s with me,” he pointed at Eren, who carefully followed inside, trying to
ignore the look the man outside gave him. But the sneer was caught by Eren’s
eyes nonetheless.
“Welcome, sir,” he had said but Eren ignored thanking him. He could shove that
“Welcome” to where the sun didn’t shine.
The lobby inside was incredibly grand, two people standing behind the counter
looking down at their screens. Both looked up to greet the pair when they
entered, Eren awkwardly hurrying after Levi as he went directly for the
elevators.
He wanted to ask to help carry the Armani bags Levi was holding, but was pretty
positive by now it would only annoy the older.
Levi pressed the button for the top floor, standing back as the doors closed.
If Eren had felt out of place at the Armani shop he now felt like he was plain
out committing a crime by simply being in the hotel. He had planned to stay
with his Aunt for his time here but because of their fighting he had checked
into a hostel as a last resort. It had been nice enough for his standards,
there was a bit of mold in the shower and the wifi only worked in the lobby,
but Eren was pleased enough.
This was like a palace and Eren felt like a dirty street dog.
“I really want a shower - and you certainly need one - but we don’t have time
now. Let’s just change and then go back down,” Levi informed him, staring up at
the number count on the screen. It beeped at floor 12 and they got off, Levi
fishing out his phone where the keycard was, pushing it into the slot, the
light on the handle turning green.
Pushing the door open, Levi entered first. It was a suite, Eren realized, as he
had expected to walk into a bedroom but instead finding himself in some sort of
living room. There was an open door leading into what must be the bedroom, Eren
strolling up to the large couch to rest his backpack against.
He turned to meet Levi’s eyes, the older regarding him for a second.
“I was gonna get you a separate room later,” he said, placing the Armani bags
on the couch table. Eren sat down on the sofa, testing it’s softness.
“This is more than fine, certainly better than sleeping at the airport. No need
to waste money,” Eren smiled, standing up again.
“If you say so,” Levi said, then he gestured towards the bags. “Dress,” he
demanded and Eren obeyed.
The other left into the bedroom, closing the door after him and Eren got to
work, opening the bags. He shrugged out of his own clothes, at least wearing a
regular pair of grey boxers. Of course Levi didn’t have to know Eren had worn
the same pair for three days now. His jeans had a much larger day-count for
sure.
The suit still felt a bit awkward on his body, the socks the only things that
were truly comfortable. Okay, maybe the shoes felt a little nice on his feet.
Which was surprising, considering how hard they looked.
Eren walked up to the body mirror by the door, taking in the view of himself.
He looked… quite good. His messy hair fit with the dark blue of the suit, his
hands coming up to unbutton the top one. If it wasn’t for the fancy material
and brand of the suit Eren almost looked a bit hipster, his eyebrow raising. He
just lacked the bushy beard.
But then again the background behind him, the large windows showing off the
city at night, made the image look much more grand.
Eren wasn’t dumb; he was basically posing as a “plaything” of Levi’s. Like how
older, rich men usually dated young people. The pants were certainly hugging
his ass a bit tightly, giving him that look.
The teen figured this was in a way like a sugar daddy service. He felt a bit
embarrassed by the thought, turning to look away from himself.
Levi had been standing in the doorway, for god knows how long, regarding Eren.
Then he nodded, wiggling his finger for Eren to come closer.
Eren regarded the black suit Levi was wearing, a different one from the one
before. He followed the order and looked at Levi expectantly.
The man narrowed his eyes before straightening out the front of Eren’s jacket
then turning towards the door again.
“The rules for the dinner are; don’t talk unless someone talks to you. If
you’re ever unsure what to answer, let me,” Levi explained, pressing button 2
where Restaurant was written.
Eren nodded, wishing he could’ve gotten a shot of something before this. It was
all starting to catch up to him now, what was going on. He was about to have
dinner with some very important people who were going to speak about very
important stuff. And Eren couldn’t even remember Levi’s last name.
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The dining room was fancy, to say the least. They apparently had an entire room
booked and Eren stared in fear at the multiple knives and forks around each
plate. He didn’t know anything about etiquette other than he was supposed to
hold the fork in his left hand… or was it right?
A woman wearing a black suit and wild brown hair went up to them first, Levi
greeting her with a high five, to Eren’s surprise.
“Hanji, this is Eren, Eren this is Hanji Zoe,” Levi introduced them, Eren
flashing her a smile. She took his hand to shake, her glasses falling down her
nose as she did.
“Nice to meet you, Eren,” she smiled, her grip rather hard. She was something
different, all right. A blonde, nearly white haired woman about Levi’s height
appeared behind Hanji.
“Rico Brzenska,” she greeted, holding out her hand for Eren to shake.
“E-Eren Jaeger,” he replied, taking her hand. She had one of those awkward
handshakes. But the way she carried herself seemed to explain it; holding her
nose high in the air. Maybe it was so her glasses wouldn’t fall off, Eren
mused.
“Hello, I’m Petra Ral,” another short woman greeted Eren, her blue dress almost
matching Eren’s suit. There was no way the teen was remembering all these names
at the same time.
Eren watched Levi walk up to a tall, rather bulky man to greet him; no
handshake and no high five.
“This is Erwin Smith,” Hanji explained, pushing on Eren’s back as they walked
up to the man as well. Eren stared at him, wondering if he was supposed to bow.
The panic in his eyes must have showed because Hanji laughed loudly behind him.
“He’s a large man with a large heart, don’t worry,” she said, yet Eren couldn’t
help but to bow when the blue eyes fell on him.
“Nice to meet you,” Eren pretty much squeaked, looking up with red cheeks at a
very unimpressed Levi. Erwin looked a little surprised but extended a hand for
Eren to shake.
“The pleasure is mine, Eren. It’s nice to see Levi getting outside a little,”
Erwin said, Eren giving him a wary smile.
Oh boy, what had he gotten himself into?
When the Hungarian Culture Department, as they apparently indeed were, the air
in the room changed. Levi acted experienced; he was good at talking to people.
Even Hanji dropped the lazy smile, suddenly acting like a grown up, greeting
everyone with smooth handshakes.
Eren felt a little dumb as he didn’t have a title to present himself with; even
Hanji’s date was apparently a journalist and Erwin’s a lawyer or something. He
was the only one in the room who only said his name, but no one seemed to be
bothered.
The appetizers appeared in front of them a couple minutes after they had sat
down, Eren counting to 16 people around the table. At least it was a rather
large number and he didn’t have to stress about too much attention. But he was
surely the youngest.
Eren wasn’t exactly sure what the food in front of him was but it looked
suspiciously like salmon stuffed with something. He waited until Levi beside
him picked up the outer fork and knife - for some fucking reason - and mimicked
that.
Okay, that had to be oyster, Eren realized, forcing himself not to gag. He held
the piece of seafood in his mouth for a little while, noticing Hanji staring
worriedly at him in the corner of his eye. Finally managing to swallow Eren
took a gulp of his water afterwards. Salmon he could do, but it was a strong No
to the oyster.
The people around him had started chatting, Eren tuning out most of the talk
about the partnership and certain numbers and facts. Erwin talked the most of
their group, keeping his voice clear and polite. Like he had memorized the
words, as if he knew which questions would be asked.
The actual minister of the Culture-whatever-it-was didn’t have a particularly
broad vocabulary when it came to English. The guy sitting next to him, someone
named Noel something, had to translate a couple times. While Eren found it a
little awkward no one else seemed to.
While Hanji was talking about a conference that was to be held that winter some
waiters suddenly appeared inside with wine bottles. Eren stared at them, then
at the empty glass in front of him, then at the bottles again.
Uh…
Levi picked red wine, which didn’t surprise Eren one bit. Had there been the
option of straight whiskey he was sure the other would’ve picked that. Or maybe
some hardcore metanol from the Taxi outside. Eren had to press his lips
together not to snicker loudly at the thought.
Eren was sort of wondering if he could order in a mojito or maybe a tequila
shot, almost giggling out loud at the thought.
“White for me thanks,” Eren said, smiling. The female waitress stared at him,
then at her colleagues, looking a little clueless.
“Fehér,” Levi told her, the waitress smiling at him, moving to pour Eren the
white wine. Eren almost felt like pouting at Levi in turn. Now his date just
looked smug.
“Wait till we have a competition in Turkish later,” Eren said, going back to
the salad-leaves spread around the oysters he was very much not touching.
“Oh, I’m looking forwards to it,” Levi smirked, Eren staring at him with a
piece of arugula sticking out of his mouth.
The wine wasn’t too bitter for Eren’s taste and he downed it quite easily… only
to notice most people had at least half of their glasses still full. Or well,
Hanji had nearly emptied hers as well.
They got the option to choose fish, chicken or vegetarian. Eren dared to go for
chicken even as Levi didn’t. Had he been sitting here with Armin and Mikasa
they would’ve all picked different so they could taste off each other’s. Eren
doubted, however, that Levi would be pleased if Eren sneaked his fork over to
snatch some of whatever vegetarian mumbo-jumbo Levi was getting.
Many more minutes passed of talk Eren didn’t understand and he focused on
counting the flowers on the fancy wallpaper on the wall opposite of him. When
he felt a yawn crawling up his throat he had to suppress it, again realizing
how tired he was. And it wasn’t even that late. It was just that he barely
slept the day before. The hostel was fine, sure, but the area around it was one
without closing hours. Which meant Eren was lying awake, listening to a bunch
of German tourists and their german techno music, for the entire night.
The main courses were brought in and Eren was actually considering asking the
waiter to bring him a red bull, but decided against it in the last moment.
In front of him was chicken in some sort of sauce, or broth, Eren couldn’t
really tell a difference, and it tasted amazing. It was bordering too spicy but
he was still enjoying it with a smile on his face. A lady from the Cultural
Department asked him if he liked the food, suddenly all eyes on him. Eren
almost choked on the chicken, not having prepared to speak, and straightened up
in his chair.
“It’s really good,” he said, hoping to all the gods he didn’t have chicken all
over his face. He glanced at Levi at his side who stared at Eren’s lips, doing
a subtle licking motion to which Eren hastily licked his lower lip, probably
picking up some sauce.
“Do you know what it is?” the woman continued, Eren looking a bit embarrassed
as he shook his head.
“Paprikás Csirke,” she explained..
“Ah, well it’s delicious,” he replied, earning a smile from her. Was he
supposed to understand what that meant? He was pretty sure he couldn’t taste
any paprika in the dish but then again he was a little taste-deaf.
The actual horror show started when Eren accidentally dribbled some soup on his
suit. He hadn’t mimicked Levi with putting the napkin in his lap, now feeling
something wet land on his leg. He tried to absently glance at his leg, seeing a
small piece of garlic sit on his blue pants.
Fucking fuck shit.
He tried to discreetly flick it under the table, pretty sure he succeeded until
Levi leaned over to his ear.
“That’s really fucking nasty, Eren. Maybe you should drop down on the wine,” he
whispered while still wearing a fake smile. Eren looked down a bit ashamed, the
scolding probably fair. He stared at the small, dark spot on his trousers,
figuring he should listen to the other’s advice. His glass had been refilled
since it was emptied before. Eren simply couldn't help it! He had the instinct
to drink like a teenager, not like a freaking CEO. He was already close to
finishing this glass and his head was starting to feel slightly dizzy.
Eren hated situations like these, when he was feeling drunk but had to pretend
to be sober. He wanted to let loose, to giggle and lean on Levi. Because he
felt quite proud of his date, being thrown into this situation like a goddamn
movie. Maybe he and Levi were soul mates and they would marry within the year.
The giggle that actually left his lips was unnoticed by Eren himself, but Levi
eyed him.
When people finished up their main courses a smoke break was declared and Levi
stood, holding out his hand for Eren to take. Eren didn’t smoke, never had, but
followed nonetheless. It turned out Levi didn’t either as they stepped out on
the large balcony.
“How do you think you’re doing this far?” Levi asked and Eren looked at him
with a bit of sudden realization.
Levi was his ticket home; if Eren didn’t behave well enough the man could
certainly drop back on his offer to pay for his flight.
Shit.
“I’m sorry, I’ll behave better. I think it’s because I’m sleep d-deprived,”
Eren tried, staring at his hands.
Levi watched him for a moment before shrugging.
“Eh, doesn’t matter really. I probably won’t meet these old geezers again,” he
said, staring out over the city. There was a park opposite of the hotel, Eren
watching a single jogger run between the trees.
“Why not?” Eren asked, leaning onto the railing. The cold air felt a lot nicer
now that he was wearing a suit, added to the fact that it was rather warm
inside their dining hall.
“I’m going back to Paris after this, then to my house in London. It’s where our
main offices are positioned,” Levi informed him, Eren feeling his eyes on him
in the corner of his.
“Alright, now you’re just bragging,” Eren stated, chuckling in turn with the
older.
“Sure, kid,” Levi said, reaching up to rub his temple.
“Headache?” Eren asked, curious. Levi looked up at him, their eyes meeting for
a short moment.
Without really thinking about it, maybe it was the alcohol, Eren reached up to
place two gentle fingers on either side of Levi’s forehead, moving them in slow
circles. It took Levi a second or two before he closed his eyes, breathing out
at the same time as Eren inhaled.
When the wind picked up around them Eren could smell the faint scent of honey,
glancing at the flowers hung over the balcony railing next to them. Honey
roses; how romantic.
Someone inside called out, Levi suddenly moving, making Eren drop his hands
like his fingers had been stung. They stared at each other for a moment, Levi
releasing a sigh before turning for the doors.
“Come on,” was all he said. Eren followed behind him, finding himself a bit
perplexed.
What just happened?
While someone explained the name of the dessert Eren couldn’t for the life of
him remember what it was the following second. On the decorative plate in front
of him was meringue and something made of vanilla and that was all Eren he
needed to know. He didn’t mind the caramel trickled over it either, almost
getting ready to slam his head into the plate instead of eating slowly.
It didn’t look like Levi had a sweet tooth, to Eren’s terror, and he wondered
if he could subtly switch plates with him. Eren had finished his dessert first
of the group.
He gave up on that attempt as well, finishing his wine instead. He could easily
admit he was mildly tipsy by now. Eren was feeling a little bubbly, stealing
glances at Levi by his side whenever he spoke. His chest was feeling a bit
warm, Eren’s shoulders not as stiff anymore.
When Levi finally looked at him Eren turned forwards, putting the dessert spoon
in his mouth to completely clean off. He put on a small smile, glancing at the
other who was wearing a dark look.
And then finally the dinner seemed to be over.
One of the Hungarians was first to leave with his wife, and then it didn’t take
long before Hanji left as well. She gave Eren a pretty straight forwards wink
before hurrying after Rico who’s heels could be heard all the way to the
elevator.
Eren wasn’t sure whether his cheeks were appearing red or not, they surely felt
a bit warm. He was actively avoiding Levi’s eyes by now, embarrassed by his
spoon-sucking from a couple minutes ago. He wasn’t a damn whore trying to get
bought, for fucks sake.
Eren knew it had been his dick talking, that he was positive of because of the
slight warmth he felt in between his legs. Glancing down in his lap a couple
times Eren made sure he wasn’t starting to sport a tent all of a sudden.
Finally Levi seemed to get ready to leave, starting to thank the people around
the table politely. Eren wasn’t exactly sure what his role was, he didn’t even
remember half the names of the people he just ate with. So he took the safe
option, thanking the president and again thanking for the delicious food.
Pretending to be completely sober was probably not an option for him anymore,
giving the grey-haired man a beam instead. Mikasa always said his big smile was
incredibly contagious and the minister smiled widely, complementing Levi on his
husband.
Husband.
Eren wasn’t sure it was because of the language barrier but Levi didn’t try to
correct the man, passing Erwin by the table to tell him something, wearing a
smile Eren could tell was fake by now.
Then they left, heading for the elevators.
As soon as the doors closed Eren released a loud giggle, one he had been
holding in for a long time.
“May I ask what’s so amusing?” Levi asked, sarcasm evident in his voice.
“Why did the minister’s wife have a hairstyle similar to Pauly D,” he laughed,
turning to Levi who raised an eyebrow. A chuckle left the other’s lips and Eren
started giggling again.
“You’re so fucking wasted. From two glasses-”
“Hey, I have a low alcohol tolerance. It’s very handy financially,” Eren
snickered, Levi keeping his eyes on him. He then shook his head, rolling his
eyes, but Eren could see the smile was still there.
“We’ll check for flights when we get to my room, there’s-”
“Wanna hook up?” Eren interrupted him, his giggling fit finally over. The teen
was leaning against the railing at the back of the elevator, gripping the metal
behind him.
Levi didn’t seem the least surprised by his words, sighing and keeping his eyes
on the elevator doors.
“How old are you actually, Eren?” he asked instead, surprising him.
“I’m 20, I told you,” he said, smile dropping from his lips as he stared at the
back of Levi’s head.
“Oh, it’s your birthday today?” Levi asked, finally turning his head to meet
Eren’s confused eyes.
“Sorry?”
“Because you said you were 19 earlier this day. Happy birthday to you,” Levi
said, leaving him with a look before the doors opened on the 12th floor.
Eren stood frozen in the elevator, staring down at his shiny shoes.
Ah, shit.
Before the doors could close he hurried up to Levi, walking two steps behind
him. He knew he should say something, perhaps take back his sudden offer,
perhaps just apologize. Eren couldn’t help but to wonder if this also meant
Levi had figured out he was under 18. He wasn’t sure it actually mattered
though; he was legal in Australia and probably here in Europe as well.
But when they entered the suite Levi turned around, crossing his arms and
leaning against the armrest of the sofa.
Eren clasped at his hands, feeling put on the spot where he stood, the door
slowly closing behind him. He was about to open his mouth when Levi instead
spoke.
“Have you been with a man before?” he asked, still wearing his serious face.
Eren could hear how shaky his own laugh sounded, his eyes averting to stare at
the wall.
“Psh, why… what do you think-”
“Eren,” Levi said, the authority in his voice forcing Eren’s eyes to land on
Levi’s again. Damn he looked sexy, leaning back like that.
“Yes?” Eren replied, mimicking Levi’s crossed arms. Perhaps he would look a
little more grown up in that stance as well. But instead the position just felt
awkward, Eren wanting to drop his arms in defeat and accept he wasn’t as cool
as Levi.
“Yes you have or yes-” Levi started, again with the rubbing of his right
temple.
“Does it matter? I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you think,” Eren snapped,
again interrupting the other. The annoyance that filled him also fed him
courage and Eren walked up to the businessman, Levi regarding him with every
step.
Levi stayed still in his spot, slowly blinking up at Eren who stared intensely
at the other. No one said anything, Eren finally realizing Levi wasn't going to
reply. It was rather like he was waiting for Eren to say something, to do
something.
So with a short breath Eren carefully leaned forwards. A hand slid to Levi’s
upper arm and he wasn’t pushed away, Eren figuring it was progress and took it
as an okay to continue.
Now kissing, kissing Eren could do. He was probably not a champion at it but he
was certainly not bad. He briefly licked his lips, locking them to Levi who had
leaned his head upwards, accepting.
It felt like fire where they were touching, Eren daring to open his mouth,
grabbing Levi’s upper lip with his. It felt like a nice burn, a sweet but rich
taste registering on his tongue. Eren’s soul was aching, his hands following
its command and grabbing for Levi’s shoulders.
The motion and touch was addicting, Eren not wanting to move away. Levi was
amazing at kissing; Eren could throw his own “certainly not bad” out the
window.
A warm hand came up to Eren’s neck, surprising him at first, before he leaned
into the touch. There was a slight tug on his shirt and Eren broke from the
kiss to realize Levi was unbuttoning his shirt.
One look at each other was enough, Levi standing again, Eren’s fingers hastily
pushing off his jacket, then his own.
A low moan left Levi’s lips as Eren licked into his mouth again, seeking out
his tongue to lure into his own mouth. Levi’s body was warm against his, Eren
briefly taking note of the hardness pressing against his hip before his brain
caught up with him and his eyes flew open.
“Mhm,” Eren groaned as Levi pushed against him, a hand sliding to sit on Eren’s
lower back, dangerously close.
Then a tight grip in his hair pushed Eren’s head back, his lips glistening with
both of their saliva. His lidded eyes watched Levi, his breathing ragged as his
tongue peeked out to taste the mess.
Levi’s look darkened before he cleared his throat.
“Last chance,” he uttered, a grin crawling over Eren’s face.
“You’re not getting fucking rid of me now,” Eren replied, loving the way Levi’s
eyes narrowed even further.
There was a moment of almost silence between them, Eren’s panting louder than
Levi’s. A distant buzzing noise could be heard, probably the AC running, and
then they were on each other again, undressing and making out.
Eren almost tripped through the doors into Levi’s bedroom, laughing at his
clumsiness while Levi seemed to react a little worried instead. Taking a grip
on Eren’s hips he instead led him backwards in the room until the younger felt
his back hit the bed.
Leaving the kiss to glance behind him Eren could indeed confirm the bed was
unnecessary and wonderfully large. At least 5 pillows were lined up at the end
but Eren didn’t get to see more as Levi was on his neck. His green eyes rolled
back as the feeling both tickled and excited him even further, two experienced
hands unclasping Eren’s trousers. The fell to the floor and Eren couldn’t say
he wasn’t surprised, even in his drunken state, when Levi pushed his underwear
off immediately as well.
Suddenly feeling a bit self conscious Eren climbed backwards onto the covers,
letting his knees push together so he was half-concealing himself from the
predator at the end of the bed.
He had to man up a little, he inwardly decided.
“Undress,” Eren tried ordering, watching the slight raise of an eyebrow on
Levi’s face. Oh oh oh, look who’s not such a submissive as Levi had expected.
When the older finally started to move, unbuttoning his white shirt, Eren
crawled further backwards on the bed. He hit the stacked pillow, trying to tug
on the covers while still watching Levi. After trying too many times he finally
had to look away, grabbing the end of the comforter to push it down the bed,
the colorful covers falling to the floor as well.
As Eren looked up his eyes caught onto the body in front of him.
 
You would expect a CEO to be sitting at desks and do mostly paperwork all day,
yet here Levi was, looking like a fucking athlete. He wasn’t as buff as a
bodybuilder but he could definitely make a career as a porn star.
Eren had certainly not expected the black patterns of a large dragon crawling
up Levi’s right arm, a tiger on the left. His eyes traveled over the many
images, a scale-looking pattern covering almost all skin down his left arm
added with flowers Eren wished he knew the names of. There was barely any
color, the tiger slightly gold-tinted and the dragon having a turquoise shine;
other than that the tattoos were black and white.
His heart did a double jump, excitement and a little bit of fear hitting him.
Just who was this man?
Eren’s eyes were shamelessly inspecting the patterns when he realized he was
gaping. With an embarrassed sound he closed his mouth, looking up to meet
Levi’s eyes.
He didn’t know if he was expecting Levi to say something, perhaps a comment or
explanation but figured a moment later that would probably not happen.
So instead Eren opened his legs when Levi crawled onto the bed, inviting him
for another makeout session. Instead Levi duped him, Eren having leaned
forwards and everything, and instead grabbed a remote on the night table. Eren
was pouting in front of him but waited until Levi was done turning off almost
all the lamps in the room. There was a subtle, warm light coming from above the
bed and Eren looked up at the small spotlights in the roof.
“Can’t have you getting distracted by my body,” Levi said and Eren couldn’t
help but to laugh.
“You’re so fucking cocky,” he said, the older ignoring the words to lean down
for the very anticipated continuation of earlier.
Levi was rather dominant, leading the flustered and young Eren. He didn’t like
admitting he was rather inexperienced but sooner than later let Levi take the
reins. He wasn’t exactly man-handling Eren, but he sure was assertive.
Added to the fact that he was obviously skilled in the sheets.
Eren hadn’t been lying before; he wasn’t a virgin. But this was the first time
he had even done anything more with a man than just making out. Plus, the
difference between Reiner’s force and Levi’s passion made him almost light
headed. Would he ever meet someone better than this? Or was Levi one of those
exceptional people.
Probably.
“Uh,” Eren groaned when Levi’s grip on his cock tightened, his face hid against
Eren’s tan neck. He felt the little bites and licks, shuddering when Levi moved
to nip on his jaw.
“Have you ever done anal?” Levi asked and Eren was so surprised he coughed on
his own air, almost socking Levi in the face as he sat up. He stared a bit
embarrassedly at him but figured it was time for honesty.
“No? But I know what it is!” Eren exclaimed, Levi now looking more concerned.
“Uh, no,” Eren corrected himself, “like, I mean I know how it works,”
“Better,” Levi muttered, leaning in for a peck on his cheek.
“But I just remembered,” he suddenly said, his eyes dropping slightly, “when
was the last time you showered?”
Oh come on.
“That’s not relevant, we are sort of in the middle of-”
“And I’m not going near your ass or cock unless you shower,”
“You just gave me a handjob!”
“With my hand, you dumbo-”
“-Levi, you can’t be serious-”
“Oh, I’m very serious,” Levi replied, getting to his feet. Eren stared at him
as he got off the bed, wondering if he should continue his protest or just
follow.
Then again, this might mean they would have shower sex instead? Eren had never
done it before and was always down for trying new things.
Being very aware this was a luxurious hotel Eren still got surprised by the
grand bathroom. His eyes immediately stuck to the large doors where there
should’ve been a wall. Two white curtains were covering the city outside but
Eren curiously walked over to them, forgetting he was only clad in his
unbuttoned white shirt. Pushing one of the curtains back Eren gaped at the
jacuzzi on the balcony.
You could see the entire city! From the jacuzzi!
With large eyes Eren turned to Levi who had started the shower, adjusting the
heat or something. He was clearly not sharing Eren’s excitement.
“Can I pretty please try the jacuzzi later? I’ve never been in one before,”
Eren exclaimed, taking one last look at the outside bath before walking over to
Levi.
“Sure,” he shrugged, turning to pull Eren into the shower. The teen beamed at
him, spluttering when Levi directed the water beam at him.
The shower was a lot less erotic than Eren had expected, Levi’s hands running
over his soapy body, Eren struggling to rub the shamtoo out of his eyes. Mid-
way through the shower Eren also started hiccuping, to Levi’s humor. He tried
to hold in every sound back but it was to no avail, the other clearly amused by
him. Eren felt so childish.
So he tried alluring the other into more kisses again. And it worked, at first,
but after a while Levi seemed to get a bit annoyed he wasn’t allowed to
continue his cleaning. Eren sneaked kisses whenever he got the chance, trailing
a couple up his tattoos drawn on his right shoulder. Eren leaned down to taste
the brass-colored beetle the highest up on Levi’s shoulder. If he had been
looking for it earlier today he was sure it could almost be spotted above
whatever suit Levi was wearing.
Eren had so many questions and felt eager to learn more about Levi. Wishing
they had more time together, Eren looked down at the floor. He wanted to stay
with Levi longer, he didn’t want to fly home yet, he wanted-
… maybe it was the alcohol talking, after all…
Levi’s hands woke him up from his thoughts, coming down to rest, Levi leaning
back to meet the other’s eyes. Eren didn’t say anything so when Levi proceed to
massage the skin in his hands, Eren simply leaned his head on the tattooed
shoulder again.
Letting out a breathy gasp was inevitable, as Levi was sliding a middle finger
down Eren’s hole, passing to his taint. Eren unconsciously arched his back,
hiding his face in the other’s neck.
It felt weird, a bit alien, but a lot more exciting than when he tried it
himself.
“You don’t need to take a shit, do you?” Levi asked abruptly and Eren gasped at
him.
“Oh my god, you’re so fucking obscene, and vulgar!” Eren stared at him, still
gaping.
“Surprise, yes or no?” Levi asked, Eren staring at him for another second.
“NO!” he yelled, still looking rather horrified. Eren might be young and sort
of inexperienced, but he wasn’t that retarded.
“Good,” was all the warning he got before Levi pressed a finger inside, lubed
up with something sticky. Eren’s legs shook slightly as he steadied himself
against Levi again, holding onto his shoulders. The arousal sparking through
his body was familiar, but the new sensation started slow, Eren taking time to
get familiar with the feeling.
And then his lips were interrupted by Levi’s again, Eren overwhelmed by getting
serviced at both ends. One hand was grasping at his left ass-cheek, holding it
back as Levi teasingly worked a finger inside. It didn’t take long before he
added another, Eren having to lean back from the kiss to breathe.
When a hand appeared to tug at his length in between his legs the feeling of
two fingers thrusting in and out of his ass was quickly associated with
pleasure. Eren dropped his head backwards, fingers twitching at Levi’s
shoulders as the other did wonders to his body. The older leaned forwards to
lick over Eren’s chest, paying attention to his right nipple before giving the
left the same attention. The pure scent of Levi had Eren’s vision fogging up,
his toes curling at the good feeling.
“Okay, okay, I-I’m,” Eren tried saying, pushing at Levi’s shoulders. He felt
childish as it was; he couldn’t also let Levi take care of him for the entire
night.
“Fuck me al-” Eren started but was interrupted by Levi’s mouth on his. The two
fingers inside him had left and Eren immediately felt empty. It never felt this
good whenever he tried this himself, what the hell? Was Levi actually some sort
of incubus?
Looking down in surprise Eren watched Levi get to his knees, the teen gulping.
But he was even further confused when Levi twirled a finger in a circle, asking
Eren to turn around.
“What?” Eren asked, the view of his own hard cock right in front of Levi’s face
a rather absurd image.
“Turn around,” Levi instructed, two hands coming up to push on Eren’s hips so
he would follow the command. What was he planning-
“Ah, fuck,” Eren panted when two hands pushed his cheeks apart, something wet
licking in between. “Oh, fuck, Levi,”
It wasn’t like any other feeling Eren had felt before, the ticklish but also
incredible feeling of Levi eating him out. One hand held Eren’s cheek back, the
other was teasing his cock between his legs. The teen had propped both hands on
the bathroom wall, steadying himself and needingly pushing back against Levi.
The white tiles were cold against his hands, the warm water still hitting his
back.
He didn’t know how long he was expected to perform but Eren came rather
quickly, whining loudly as he begged for more, more inside of him.
Feeling almost completely drained, Eren nearly fell to the shower floor. Levi
caught him before he could, propping him up over his shoulder, again impressing
Eren with his strength. Maybe he was actually Superman.
He was sat on the edge of the bed, his ass still twitching, cock slowly falling
limp against his wet thighs. In his haze he watched Levi return with two
towels, throwing one over Eren’s head, drying himself with the other.
With a giggle Eren started drying his hair, the past-orgasm still surrounding
his mind like a fog.
“Seems like you enjoyed that?” Levi asked, Eren not even minding the arrogance
the other was emitting. He could be brash, he could be cocky and he could be
confident in his skills because he surely was, Eren snickering at the thought.
“I hope you have a little more energy in you than that,” Levi then continued,
throwing his towel on the floor only to grab Eren’s and help him with the job.
He was a bit rough, rubbing the water away and down his legs.
It took them quite some time to get anywhere after that, Eren insisting on
fooling around and teasing Levi until the older resulted to man-handling him
against the pillows. Eren tugged on Levi’s hair, the older grunting as he
pressed their lips together.
It didn’t take long before Eren was a withering mess again, Levi thrusting into
him like he had done this many, many times before. The thought suddenly didn’t
sit that well with Eren and he pushed it away, concentrating on the man above
him.
Levi must have noticed Eren was slipping away nonetheless, slowing down
slightly to get the younger’s attention, Eren gazing up at him.
“You good?” Levi asked, his voice a bit breathy, Eren nodded eagerly, reaching
to pull him down for another good kiss. A rather possessive one.
And just like that all Eren’s teasing and taunting was thrown out the window,
replaced by seducing and baiting. He wanted Levi to be attracted to him, just
like he was to Levi. Incredibly so, at that.
Putting on a bit more of a show, grinding up against Levi, biting his own
finger and gasping for more. It all came rather naturally and Levi seemed to
react nonetheless, covering Eren with his body as he angled his cock
differently inside him.
“Fuck, oh lord, fuck,” Eren started panting as the itch inside him grew, his
hands not sure where to go as they flailed around in the sheets, one grabbing
onto Levi’s wrist. The desire sparked even higher and Eren grabbed his own cock
the moment Levi dropped it, having to leverage himself above Eren. And as he
did, he sped up, thrusting with much more force, making Eren practically yell.
“Harder, harder, come one, more,” he cried and absently heard a laugh next to
his ear, mixed between all the panting they both did. It was a marathon and
Eren reached the goal first, arching into the sheets, limbs nearly shaking with
the powerful orgasm.
And then it was all over, Eren staring up the ceiling, the white light slowly
fading from his vision. He felt like his body had been dropped on a couple
clouds, all nerves at rest, sending him good feelings. There was a slight
soreness growing in his lower back and neck, Eren grunting as his head turned
to the left instead.
“How about we do the jacuzzi tomorrow,” Levi suggested against his chest and
Eren let out a light, bubbling laugh.
“Agreed,” he whispered, trying to ignore the worry that filled him when he
realized he absolutely didn’t want to fly home tomorrow.
***-***-***
Eren felt like a cat rolling around in the white, heavenly soft sheets the next
morning. He was awake before Levi, the clock reading 08:03. Yet the teen
waited, rolling over to Levi again. It was rather light in the room, probably
the reason Eren woke up in the first place. He glanced at the curtains,
wondering if he should pull the blinds down and try to go back to sleep.
With another look at the man Eren found himself trailing the patterns on his
body. The tiger looked rather furious, painted in a Chinese or Japanese style
along with the dragon, Eren wasn’t exactly sure. Levi was lying on his chest so
Eren couldn’t inspect the tattooes on his front, instead now getting a view of
the full back tattoo. There were koi fishes and more beautiful patterns, but
now that Eren sat up and got a good look at the art he noticed the large mask
at the center of Levi’s back, something he hadn’t seen yesterday.
The mask was rather… frightening. Eren scratched his head, the placement of the
tattoos together and the style… it almost looked like…
His eyes traveled over to Levi’s sleeping face, a wrinkle permanent between his
eyes. With his short length, his black hair… he could definitely be Japanese.
Was this a real life Yakuza member?
Or maybe past member, Eren continued musing. Levi had said he was born in
Paris, and now lived in London.
Or Eren was just working himself up over nothing, glancing at the tattoo again.
With some curiosity Eren got up to fetch his phone, singing in to the free
wifi. He started googling around for Yakuza tattoos, feeling a bit ridiculous
and paranoid. So what did it matter if Levi was or had been one? Or maybe the
guy just wanted sleeves and a tattooed back. Like… the tattoos were very
similar to what showed up on Eren’s phone but…
The mask was apparently one of an “Oni”, a sort of demon or devil from Japanese
folklore. Eren continued from Wikipedia page to the next, unaware Levi had
woken up next to him.
One image in particular had Eren looking up to compare it to Levi’s, for a
split second feeling like he was being watched before his eyes landed on Levi’s
opened ones.
The people from the floor below them could probably hear Eren’s shriek.
“Holy fuck, you scared me,” Eren gasped. Levi raised an eyebrow, glancing at
Eren’s phone, then at his face again.
“What were you looking at?” Levi asked, Eren locking his phone and throwing the
device onto the nightstand.
“I was just checking Twitter,” Eren lied, moving to lie down next to Levi.
“Found anything interesting?” Levi continued to prod, Eren now pouting. He was
totally seeing right through him.
“Maybe.”
Levi watched him for another moment, rolling over to stretch.
“What time is it?” he yawned, apparently giving up on teasing the younger.
“A little over 10,” Eren replied, shamelessly staring down Levi’s body. He had
expected to feel a bit awkward with his drunk buzz gone but instead he was
still at ease. And the bed was pretty amazing.
“Have you checked any flights?” Levi asked, sitting up only to release a second
yawn. Eren looked down at the white bed spread, scratching his neck.
“Uh, no,” he admitted, watching as Levi headed towards the bathroom.
“Feel free to shower with me again then, you’re probably pretty gross.”
“Oh, why, thank you,” Eren replied but jumped off the bed nonetheless.
While Eren started to feel the awkwardness crawl up his spine Levi didn’t seem
to notice at all, absently washing his body with the soap that smelled like an
expensive perfume. When it was Eren’s turn he succeeded in dropping the bottle,
twice. All the response he received was a smirk falling onto Levi’s lips.
“Can’t we try out the jacuzzi now?” Eren asked, licking his lips. His body was
a lot more stiff from the night before than he had expected.
“If you can see the people on the streets it means that they can see you too,”
Levi said, but shrugged nonetheless.
“I don’t give a shit,” Eren mimicked his shrug, and grabbed a towel before
heading over to the glass doors. He got the clasp open and shivered a bit at
the air hitting his body. The town was awake below them, cars honking and dogs
barking. Eren pressed one of the buttons on the bathtub, happy to realize it
was indeed the one that removed the cover over the pool. He put a finger
inside, grinning at the warm temperature of the water.
Now he just needed to figure out how to get the bubbles going.
Levi appeared beside him, ignoring the panel of buttons and climbing inside. He
released a sigh, resting his arms behind him. Eren absently climbed inside as
well, unconsciously moaning at the heat, and finally pressed a button that got
the bubbles going.
Taking the liberty, Eren moved over to sit beside Levi, their thighs just
touching.
“Yeah, this is so much better than the airport,” Eren thought aloud, earning a
scoff from Levi. Grinning, he moved his arms around in the water. Holding his
hand in front of one of the holes shooting bubbles Eren felt like a child,
playing in the underwater stream.
“You’re certainly a brave kid for following an older stranger to his hotel,”
Levi mused, his eyes closed where he rested his head against the rest. “Or
stupid.”
“You bought me an Armani suit,” Eren replied.
“I did,” Levi admitted.
Eren’s heart sped up a little as he dared to lean his head on Levi’s shoulder.
He released a sigh, closing his eyes as well. The wind moved his hair around
for a second, Eren not even bothered to push it back.
“Does it hurt? To get tattooed?” Eren wondered, not sure where the question
suddenly came from.
“You planning on getting one?” Levi asked in turn. His right arm had fallen
over Eren’s shoulders, the teen slightly turning to Levi in his seat. He was
debating whether he could throw up his legs into Levi’s lap.
“I might get one for my mother,” Eren replied turning to inspect the patterns
on either side of Levi’s chest. The tattoos ended there, leaving most of the
front empty. Eren read that the centre of the chest, hands and neck wasn’t
covered by Yakuza members because they should be able to conceal all tattoos
under regular clothing. He narrowed his eyes slightly; even if Levi wasn’t a
Yakuza himself his tattoos certainly fit to the rules.
“That’s nice. My first was for my mother,” Levi replied, Eren looking up in
surprise.
“Really? I had no idea,” he exclaimed, the other tapping a finger to his left,
upper part of the wrist, showing a small piece of text. Eren tried pronouncing
it before earning a chuckle from Levi.
“Mère, la forte. It means Mother, the strong,” Levi explained.
Eren gently took the arm into his hands, studying how the patterns of the fish
scales were carefully avoiding the words in French. He trailed a wet finger
over them, careful, like he would smudge them away if he pressed too hard.
Continuing up Levi’s arm he tilted his head at the signs written on a small
piece of paper, tied to a knife.
“Chinese?” Eren asked. When Levi didn’t reply he looked up at his face, Levi
eyeing him.
“Japanese,” he corrected him then proceeded to read out something that indeed
sounded Japanese, having memorized the words on his arm; “Do not regret what is
done,” Levi translated.
The look he was giving Eren almost gave the teen goosebumps.
“It’s not a fun story, Eren,” Levi explained at the other’s curious look. Eren
was correct; this tattoo belonged to the rest of Levi’s sleeves and back.
“I don’t mind, I would love to listen,” he said, giving the older a smile.
Taking the liberty, Eren finally moved his legs over Levi’s lap, leaning onto
his shoulder again. It was comfortable and warm, his skin always smelling
incredibly nice. Then Eren bit his lip and added;
“If it’s not a hassle for you… I’d have nothing against staying with you for a
little while.”
“Do you think I need a brat to spoil?” Levi asked, voice a lot kinder than the
actual words.
“I think you would like it, if he’s as funny as I know he is,” Eren winked.
“Funny, you’re not. Beautiful, you are,” Levi said, Eren smiling at the words
even as he was surprised by the honest reply. A blush was slowly crawling up
his neck, Eren trying to discreetly look away from the other’s eyes.
“When mother died I was still young,” Levi started suddenly, “I turned
rebellious and left the second foster family after stabbing the father,
stealing his money.”
Eren’s eyes widened, his heart stopping in his chest.
“Wait d-did he…?”
“Nah, I doubt he died. Had a lot of protection,” Levi said, pinching the skin
on Eren’s lower stomach. He slapped Levi’s hand away, crossing his arms around
his stomach with a frown.
“I used the money to get to Japan, the country I knew my father was from.”
Ah, so that explained it. Eren had a vague guess of how the story would go, by
now.
“Instead of finding the old man I got into some bad shit. I didn’t have the
money to rent a place, I didn’t know the language to get a job and the one
person who helped me wasn’t exactly a good influence. His name was Kiku and he
got me into local street gang, we mostly shoplifted, robbed some places and was
a general nuisance to the town,” Levi shrugged, one hand having fallen to play
with hair on Eren’s nape.
“It was after his girlfriend was killed by a rival gang that things escalated.
And then we were invited into the higher ranks. There’s… a lot of things I
still can’t talk about, but the Yakuza are not kind,” Levi muttered, Eren
listening to how the word fell from his lips like he had said it many times
before.
“It was actually Erwin who helped me out. I probably owe him my life,” Levi
said, Eren nodding. It was a very short and summarized story but Eren already
knew Levi wasn’t a person of many words.
“If I stick around, will you tell me more?” he asked, having grabbed Levi’s arm
to play with his fingers.
“Perhaps,” Levi replied after a little white, his breath ghosting over Eren’s
head.
“I’ll take perhaps,” Eren whispered, closing his eyes.
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