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  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Eren_Yeager, Kuchel_Ackerman, Carla_Yeager,
      Grisha_Yeager, Jean_Kirstein, Mikasa_Ackerman, Reiner_Braun, Petra_Ral,
      Erwin_Smith, Krista_Lenz_|_Historia_Reiss, Nile_Dok, Kenny_Ackerman,
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      Romani_Character, First_Time, First_Kiss, First_Meetings, First_Love,
      Awkward_Flirting, Flirting, Making_Out, Blow_Jobs, Recreational_Drug_Use,
      Explicit_Language, Racism, Poverty, Underage_Smoking, Underage_Drinking,
      Alcohol, Drug_Dealing, Paganism, Smut, Fluff_and_Smut, Fluff, Love
      Confessions, Slurs, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, Pagan_Festivals,
      Rituals, Teenage_Drama, Horny_Teenagers, Frottage, Hand_Jobs, Semi-Public
      Sex, Bullying, Minor_Violence, Enthusiastic_Consent, Marco_is_the_devil
      with_an_angel_face, Top_Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Bottom_Eren_Yeager,
      Jock_Eren_Yeager, Romani_Levi
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      Published: 2016-07-07 Updated: 2016-12-09 Chapters: 10/? Words: 41303
****** Thick as Thieves ******
by teapotscandal, XanderB
Summary
     Levi is a Pagan Romani teenager that just moved to a new town. Used
     to being mistreated and shunned due to his culture, he is pleasantly
     surprised to meet Eren; a boy that treats him with honesty and
     respect. Levi suspects Eren has an ulterior motive, but what could
     Eren want?
      *Disclaimer* : We don't own Shingeki no Kyojin, nor do we make any
     profit off the writing of this fic. It's purely for our own self
     gratification. We just thought we'd show we care and share...
Notes
     PSA:
     1)Neither of us are Romani or Pagan, therefore, we researched all we
     could to do the culture justice. We most likely will make mistakes as
     the story continues. If anyone sees anything that's wrong, please
     don't hesitate to correct our ignorance.
     2)Levi's family is loosely based off of the Romani family from
     Hemlock Grove
     Warning: This work is rated mature for graphic depictions of nudity,
     sexuality, violence, and some imagery that may be disturbing. Viewer
     discretion is advised.
***** Float *****
“Mami, where do you want these boxes? They're kinda heavy yeah?” Levi said,
grinning lopsidedly at his mother as she stood on her tiptoes to put a fresh
bulb in the overhead light of their new kitchen. It was shabby, definitely
could use some TLC and bleach, but Levi had lived in worse places and at least
he had his own room here.
The dark haired woman shot him a bright smile of her own over her shoulder, the
wide collar of her shirt drooping down her arm to reveal the intricate network
of wintergreen ivy inked over her pale skin. She hopped down from the rickety
stool she'd been using to boost her five foot nothing frame up to screw in the
light bulb. “Just there,” she gestured to the dusty counter and Levi complied,
hefting the boxes up onto the countertop and wiping his hands on his pants.
“That's the last of it for in here,” he said idly as he cocked one hip, ringed
thumb lazily threaded through a belt loop on his holey and somewhat threadbare
jeans and his mother's many bracelets clattered on her wrists as she moved to
wrap them around his neck and pulled him down to peck his cheek affectionately,
"Scumpule, you're a doll. There's cold beer in the fridge, take a break hn,”
she suggested as she pulled back and he inclined his head in acknowledgement
before she turned to begin unpacking the mismatched kitchenware from the boxes
he'd so kindly brought in for her. He turned away from her, still smiling
lightly.
“Holler if you need me then.” He retrieved one of the beverages and popped the
tab with a satisfying hiss before he swaggered back outside, letting the screen
door slap closed behind him obnoxiously. He walked back over to the car,
leaning on the trunk bumper laxly and taking a swig of the chilled brew. The
boxes were mostly his own still tucked behind him in the open trunk bed and he
figured he could use a little break as his mother had suggested before he
brought them in and settled in his new room.
He ran his unoccupied hand through his hair and scanned the surroundings with
idle interest, the numerous bracelets on his own inked arms jingling quietly
with every movement. Along with his tattered jeans, he wore a faded Smashing
Pumpkins tee and a black satin vest haphazardly over it, open at the front, two
heavy studded belts draped about slim hips, ratty, well worn converse high
tops, and an array of jewellery. A single necklace dangling around his neck,
runes carved into the Jasper gemstone that hung from the leather twine, rings
on both thumbs, pinkies and middle fingers, as well as several silver and black
hoops along the rim of each pale porcelain ear, and one in the left side of his
nose, all of which were meaningful to him in some way. He leaned back against
the car further, taking another drink and closing his eyes to just listen. He
heard the approach of a car, but didn't bother to look, assuming it would just
be passing by like all the others that had done the same all morning; their
occupants stared wide-eyed, but never stopped to take a closer look and that
was just fine by him.
“Ehhhh look at this guy! The circus has come to town, boys,” said a boy with
two toned hair from the box of a jacked up pick up truck. He and a large,
muscular blonde hopped out of the black dodge before it could come to a full
stop. “Welcome to the freakshow,” two tone added with a smirk at the short
tattooed kid.
Levi looked at his uninvited guests from slitted mercury, heavy lashed lids low
over the depths as he tilted his head to take another sip of his beer, resting
his other hand on the lip of the car trunk. He sized up the young men with
suspicious interest. "Something I can help you gentleman with? If you're lost,
fuck off is just around the bend there," he said nonchalantly, one shoulder
shrugging as he lazed against the back of the car, looking entirely comfortable
and unaffected, though his eyes were narrowed and dark. He knew these types.
"You little fucker-"
"Jean! What the fuck?" said the driver as he slammed his truck door closed and
walked around the front to yell at his two friends, "I've told you a million
fucking times not to jump out until it's in park."
Jean turned bright red and stuttered, "But Eren-"
"No fucking buts," Eren said as he tore off his black aviators, slipping one
arm of them down the front of his purple polo, "I'm not going to be the one to
tell your dad you can't play Friday cause you're an idiot." He ran his hand
through his hair then glanced at the kid Jean was heckling. "And why the fuck
are you harassing some twelve year old? I didn't think you were that big of a
douche. "
"Eren," Jean whined.
"Like yes, you are a douche nozzle. But I didn't think you had reached douche
canoe... Yet," Eren continued with a crooked grin.
One dark brow twitched as yet another young man appeared from within the pick
up and began berating his friend that had been insulting Levi. It might have
been amusing if he hadn't referred to Levi as a twelve year old child; just
because he wasn't six foot didn't mean he was damn kid...
He pursed his lips and finished off his beer, crunching the can loudly while
watching the little group. He tossed the can into the leaf filled and cracked
blue recycling bin propped against the rusty mailbox next to the parked car and
straightened a bit. He patted at his pants pockets for his lighter which he
found in the back left that only had a small hole that the silver zippo
couldn't fall through in it and then proceeded to pat at his vest for the
matching silver cigarette case. Instead of a clove cigarette that he sometimes
smoked, he pinched a thinly wrapped joint from inside the case, placing it in
between his shell pink lips and clicked the case shut, repocketing it and
cupping his hand around the lighter as he brought it to ignite the tip of the
joint, all of it done with a sort of fluid familiarity and air of disinterest
in the impromptu visitors.
Eren turned his full attention from Jean when he smelled a familiar odour. He
was about to say that kids shouldn't be smoking that shit, but the statement
died when he finally took in the appearance of the person before him. Tattoos,
piercings and smoking hot, glaring at him with ice cold grey eyes.
"Well... I guess you aren't twelve," Eren muttered as he walked up to the joint
smoking delinquent. "Hi there. I'm Eren. The cops like to patrol this area a
lot, so I would try to be discrete if that's a regular pastime of yours," he
said as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Don't talk to the gypsy Eren," said Jean. "He might infect you with poverty."
Eren whirled around on Jean and Reiner. "Get your asses back in that truck or
you will be walking for the rest of the year."
It was almost comedic how fast the other two boys got back in the box of the
truck.
Levi lolled his head on his shoulder, letting the acrid smoke billow between
his lips in thin wisps as he watched the other teen. He licked his lips before
he finally responded, "I'd say it’s a pleasure to meet you Eren, but the
circumstances leave a lot to be desired..." He said, fixing the two chastised
neanderthals with a pointed dark look, "How'd you manage to train them so
well?" He shifted his weight, crossing his arm over his midsection and raised
the joint in his other hand back to his mouth as his gaze slipped back to the
boy before him. He took a long drag from it before he offered it to the
brunette politely whilst looking him over. He was obviously one of them, came
from money most definitely and likely with the same sort of attitude beneath
the ingrained etiquette of the upper class which prompted him to introduce
himself in the first place and not openly participate in ridiculing the dark
haired Romani, but he wasn't too bad to look at, all things considered.
Shock flashed over Eren's face for only a moment, before he looked over both
shoulders to make sure he wouldn't be seen. "Thanks man," he said with a pearly
white smile, accepting the joint and taking a small huff. "Mm, that's some good
stuff," he said as he blew the smoke out through his nose and passed the joint
back, "You'll have to hook me up with your dealer."
Eren turned to glare at his friends. "It's not too hard. They got their
licenses taken away, so they gotta kiss my ass unless they want to ride the
bus," he said looking back to give the other boy a smirk. "Oh and then I'll
make them ante up all the gas money they owe me. Black Betty over there,” said
Eren gesturing to his truck, “Eats the sauce like you wouldn't believe."
Levi snorted in amusement. "Come see me when you want some of this. My dealer
doesn't do so hot with strangers," he said idly in belated response to the
brunette's earlier statement, taking another hit from the joint before offering
it to Eren again with a little upturn of his lips.
"You're awfully paranoid. You afraid of cops or something?" He questioned, half
lidded silver glittering with humour.
"I can't. Don't want to be blitzed while I'm driving. Thanks though," Eren said
putting up his hand to the offered spliff. "You'd be paranoid too if the chief
of police had changed your diapers. He'd kick my ass, then he'd let my mom kick
my ass and then I'd go to jail," he said with a shudder. Looking back at Levi
with a crooked smirk, Eren said, "Does that mean you'll give me your number for
when I want to get high?"
Levi chuckled, "I can see your dilemma," he said with a grin, taking another
slow hit from the joint before he snuffed it out on the car's bumper.
"Don't got a number... Don't got a phone, but you know where to find me so I'm
sure I can get you high when you're in need," the raven haired youth's tone was
a little cheeky and he winked at Eren, crossing both his arms over his torso,
leaning back against the car again.
"Sounds like a deal. Can I at least know the name of the guy who will be
getting me high from now on?" Eren said looking down and shoving his hands into
his designer jeans. He could feel his face and ears pool with warmth. The guy
in front of him was fucking hot with his pale skin and punk style. Eren hoped
no one could hear his raging heart beat.
Levi's smirk broadened and he offered one alabaster hand to Eren, "Levi
Ackerman. If you stop by and I'm not here, just tell my mother you're here to
pick up green tea."
Eren grabbed Levi's hand to shake, but when Levi went to pull away, he didn't
let go. Eren leaned closer to say, "What if I'm not here for green tea and I
just want to see you?" Eren's sparkling green eyes stared into Levi's. He
couldn't fucking believe he was flirting right now. Well trying to flirt;
something he’d never done before.
The raven's silvery eyes sparkled beneath lowered lashes and he cocked his
head. He considered the brunette's words while he gazed back into the dazzling
emerald and he gave the hand still in his a little squeeze. "If I'm not here, I
guess you'll just have to wait for me then, since you won't be here for the
tea," he said teasingly as he pulled his hand away, letting his fingertips
caress along Eren's palm. "You can come see me anytime Eren."
There was a crash from inside and a girlish yelp and Levi jumped, looking
towards the screen door and shouting, "Mami, you alright?"
His beautiful young mother came out onto the front porch dusting herself off,
one pale inked shoulder on display where her sweater still slipped down her
arm, long silky black hair messily gathered on the top of her head, wisps
framing her fair face and bare legged beneath the length of the material of her
top which fell to just over her knees, short as she was. She grinned at him and
adjusted her hair, "I'm fine scumpule. Dinner will be ready soon. Bring your
things in and wash your hands ah?"
Levi smiled and waved her off, turning his attention back to Eren. "Guess
that's my cue."
"Oh wait!" Eren said, shaking his head, remembering why he had stopped at the
house in the first place. He hurried over to the back seat of his truck to grab
a circular plate, and walked carefully back to Levi. "Hi Mrs. Ackerman," Eren
greeted the tiny woman, nodding his head towards Levi's mom. "I'm Eren. My mom
is a part of the town welcoming committee. This pie is for you guys." He handed
Levi the pie and whispered, "Our house keeper made it. I'll give you guys a
heads up if my mom's been cooking. Don't ever eat anything my mom has
personally made."
Levi's brows rose and he accepted the welcome gift with an awkward smile,
clearly unused to the hospitality. His mother smiled brightly, "You can call me
Kuchel. It's lovely to meet you Eren. Send your mother our thanks, won't you,"
she replied kindly, stepping down to take the pie from Levi's loose grip before
she sauntered back inside.
He ran a hand through his hair, jewelry jingling with the motion, "I guess I'll
see you around then."
"Guess so," Eren said with a crooked grin as he backed away a couple steps
without taking his eyes off Levi.
"Ehhhhh your mom is hot," said Jean from the truck as Reiner whistled.
Anger flashed across Eren's face as he turned around to stomp over to the
driver's seat. "Shut the fuck up. You guys are disgusting. Just for that I'm
not driving you to school tomorrow," he said as he slammed the door then turned
the key over to start the truck.
Jean and Reiner's whines were drowned out by the sound of the engine as Eren
backed out of the driveway and ripped down the street.
Levi inclined his head watching as Eren drove off, his own anger over the
immature remarks dissipating quickly. Maybe this move wasn't such a bad thing;
maybe they could stick around awhile here...
He watched until he couldn't see the truck anymore before he lazily wandered
back to the car, gathering the couple of boxes that were left in the trunk
before slamming it closed and going inside the house.
It was almost a week later when the house finally felt, looked, and smelled
like home. Levi's mother did as she always did, started planting new herbs,
drying out harvested ones and creating her bottled home remedies that people
paid excessive amounts of cash for. Levi didn't think the lotions and tonics
were anything so special, but to the mundane people of small towns, they were
nothing short of magical. His mother had already been to town, spreading the
word about them and she had a list of interested buyers. That's when the more
lurid rumours began; it was always when the rumours really got crazy. In that
one week, they had already had their house egged and their car vandalized; his
poor mother was driving around with the words ’gypsy trash’ on the side of her
beat up four door and people regularly drove past their house just to gawk and
whisper. But after word of his mother's fucking magic potions and her palm
readings got around, well, it was worse. People now believed they were some
kind of satanist worshipping witches. It didn't help that he also was dragged
further into it. His mother said he was good with Tarot and he could deny her
nothing, so he would give readings. It wasn't bad; it was how they lived; it
was better than stealing. He also sold pot for his uncle on the side to help
out further.
With the pagan traditions they upheld, ingrained superstition and odd rituals
for holidays most folk had long since forgotten in lieu of commercialized
versions, the rumours only gathered more fuel. At least now, people were too
scared to simply drive by and gawk. The little Romani family was essentially
shunned within the last forty two hours, but everyone needed to know their
future and find a way to look younger amongst other things and so they became
everyone in town’s dirty secret.
It was Thursday of that one hellish week when Levi began his first day at the
public high school; his mother insisted he at least graduate. And so it was he
was awkwardly making his way into the institution, thumbs in the pockets of his
torn jeans, faded black tee and short sleeved, grey plaid button up over top
and his converse on his feet, usual jewelry in place and a grim line set to his
lips. He could hear the whispers already.
“Levi,” Eren called, running to catch up to the shorter male. Eren was wearing
a blue v-neck, tight black jeans that hugged his hips, and a backpack that hung
off one shoulder haphazardly. When Levi stopped and turned towards him, Eren
threw him a radiant smile and said,“I've been looking for you this whole week.
How’s the town been treating you?”
Before Levi could answer, a short blonde girl in a short pink dress came up
beside Eren and latched onto his arm, giving Levi a nasty glare. “Ereeeennn,”
she whined, “We are gunna be late.”
Looking annoyed, Eren said “I told you not to hang off of me Krista. I'm trying
to talk to someone.” He gave Levi an apologetic smile as he shook the girl off
his arm.
Levi was almost relieved when Eren appeared in his sight and came to stand next
to him. He almost told Eren the truth, but thankfully he didn't get the chance.
His silver gaze shifted between the pretty little blond girl and the boy Levi
already had his sights on and he knew what was what.
"You shouldn't talk to your girlfriend like that Eren," he scolded, turning his
attention to the girl briefly, but he didn't say anything, fairly sure she knew
who he was already and likely wanted nothing to do with him if her scathing
glare was anything to go by.
Eren scoffed. "She only wishes she was my girlfriend. Well, more like our
fathers do," he answered, still trying to shake the girl off. "Krista,
seriously, get the fuck off."
"Oh, Eren, stop lying. You said we'd go to prom together this year," Krista
said, still glaring at Levi.
"Yeah, as friends," Eren sighed with a scowl, still tugging at his arm.
Levi raised an eyebrow and took a step back, not wanting to get in the middle
of anything. He had enough on his plate to worry about; he had no desire to be
a part of any lover's spat and he certainly wasn't interested in becoming
someone's piece on the side. He didn't know if he should believe Eren or not;
the girl seemed pretty certain that they were together. And if their parents
were encouraging it; he didn't stand a chance against her.
"I'm gonna head to class, I'll catch you later, yeah?" He awkwardly broke in
between the other two teens, fully intending to get the fuck out of the range
of fire. People were already looking at them.
Eren rounded on Krista, "What the fuck was that?"
She smiled sweetly up at him, "Making sure you don't commit social suicide."
"Fuck off Krista. We aren't dating. And who I hang out with is none of your
concern," Eren glared at her before he stalked off.
Great. Now Levi thought he was an asshole. Maybe he could catch the other boy
at lunch and clear up the misunderstanding.
All through the day, Eren tried to talk to Levi, only to be snubbed. Every time
he tried to start a conversation, Levi had to go to class, or talk to a
teacher, or go to the bathroom.
When he saw Levi in the corridor after school with no one else around to
interrupt, he pounced.
"Do I have the plague or some shit?" Eren huffed at Levi angrily as the boy
leaned against the lockers away from Eren's wrath.
Levi's jaw twitched as he gritted his teeth, arms folded over his chest, the
dark ink lining his forearms contrasting harshly with his porcelain skin. "What
do you want Eren?" he questioned as he finally met Eren's gaze with his own,
mercury narrowed in irritation. The brunette didn't know how to take a hint.
Why was he so interested anyways? Levi had thought he was easy on the eyes and
kind of cute with his attempts to flirt. It might be fun for a while, but he
had a feeling that was all it could be. They couldn't be from more different
worlds, that much was obvious.
Eren was shocked by Levi's tone and defensive stance. He took a couple steps
back. "I... I just wanted to talk to you," Eren trailed off with a hurt look on
his face. He clutched at the straps of his backpack and looked down with a
scowl. Maybe it was a mistake trying to be friends with Levi. It was definitely
a mistake hoping for more. Eren didn't even know what he wanted.
"So... Let's talk then," the Romani paused, whipping his head back and forth to
see a couple of their peers loitering outside the doors on the far end, "Not
here though..." He gritted, feeling a little guilty for being so harsh. Eren
looked genuinely hurt and Levi regretted his actions. He heaved a sigh. "Do you
want to come to my place?" He offered by way of apology.
"You sure?" asked Eren with a relieved half-smile. "I'm not above making you
hang with me out of pity."
Levi gave a stiff nod.
"Okay, follow me then," Eren said, making his way out of the school to lead
Levi to the parking lot where Betty was parked. "I haven't been driving Jean or
Reiner anywhere. I won't until they apologize to you. And since they haven't,
I'm off chauffeur duty for a while," Eren said, clicking the unlock button on
his keys. He opened the passenger door for Levi and said with a dramatic bow,
"Your chariot, my prince."
Levi scoffed and shook his head before pulling himself up into the seat,
letting Eren close the door for him. He leaned his elbow on the doorside
armrest and looked out the window until Eren got into the driver's seat.
He watched him sidelong once he’d slid into the cab, following the other boy's
movements with his eyes. He didn't get it... Was Eren just looking to slum it
for a while or something? Maybe it was an elaborate joke... Levi couldn't quite
believe that though. There was something genuine in Eren's words and
expressions that made him want to trust in the brunette regardless of his
motives. They could be friends maybe... At least for a little while until
whatever allure he possessed for the other male wore off.
"Do you mind if I smoke in here? They're herbal," he questioned, feeling
inexplicably nervous and fidgety in his seat.
"Yeah sure, go ahead," said Eren with a smile as he pulled out of the parking
lot. "Worse things have been smoked in here," he said as he side-eyed Levi.
"Wait... I don't like do lots of drugs or anything. Well, yeah weed, but
usually that's all. Damn, that doesn't sound good. I'm going to shut up now,"
Eren said as he banged his head on the steering wheel while at a stop sign.
"God I'm nervous. Stop making me nervous."
Levi pulled a face as he pulled one of the vaguely spicy, sweet scented
cigarettes from his case, rolling down the window before he lit up, closing his
eyes as he inhaled deeply, "I'm not even doing anything. What are you so
nervous about? I'm not gonna mug you or something," he replied, a hint of
sarcastic humour behind the words as he let the sweet clove smoke filter from
between his lips and disappear out the open window. It was that sweet spicy
smoke that clung to Levi and mingled with the honey milk scent of the soap and
shampoos his mother made for him and that mingling of scents was unique to the
raven haired boy; soothing and erotic in a way that was unexpected.
"Not with these guns, you won't," Eren said, sparing Levi a lopsided grin and
flexing his arms before his eyes turned back to the road. Usually when he
drove, he drove like an asshole. But in front of Levi, he made sure to follow
all the rules. He felt that Levi had the bad boy thing down pat; he didn't need
Eren trying to showboat as well.
Eren took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the cigarette that flooded his
cab. "Those actually smell pretty good. Usually cigarettes are fucking
disgusting. You know Krista, the girl that wouldn't leave me alone this
morning? She can't go an hour without a shot of nicotine. She reeks."
Levi hummed, "These are clove cigarettes; they don't have any nicotine. That
girl... She's not your girlfriend then?" He answered with a slow question at
the end, broaching the subject that had placed the awkwardness between them in
the first place.
Eren made a face. "God no." He made eye contact with Levi before he said "Do
you date people just because your parents want you to?"
Levi inclined his head, "Not usually, no. My mother's never questioned my
choices before." He held the eye contact until Eren turned back to the paved
road before them, over halfway to Levi's house already at the edge of the
woods. "Do you have a girlfriend? You're on the football team, you must have
girls falling all over you," he said conversationally, interested enough to
ask.
"Yeah well. Krista's dad is the mayor. And my dad is the town's Doctor. They
went to Harvard together, so they want us to make little elite grandbabies for
them I guess. They have been throwing us together since we were in diapers."
Eren blushed a little before he answered the next question, "If there were any
girls interested in me, they'd have to get past Krista first. She eats the shit
our parents have dished us."
"That bad huh?" Levi sympathized as he flicked the ash from his cigarette out
the window and lifted it back to his lips, inhaling another lungful of the
acrid smoke and closing his eyes again. He ran his unoccupied hand through his
hair, "So what do you do in your spare time then?"
"You mean other than watch upper class white girls fight to the death for my
hand in marriage?" Eren looked at Levi with a crooked smirk. "I do what we are
doing now," he said pulling in front of Levi's house, "If I'm not at practise,
or at home asleep, then I'm loser cruising in Black Betty here, looking for a
quiet place to hang out."
Levi chuckled, "You should sell tickets. At least you'd make some money off the
show. Maybe then, you’d have something more to do than cruise."
When Eren parked, Levi opened the passenger door and unbuckled, hopping out and
leading the way to his front door, holding the squeaky screen open for Eren.
"Here we are domniţă," he said with a wink, "It's no palace, but it's a place
to sleep."
Everything in Levi's house was mismatched, shabby and obviously well used, but
comfortable and surprisingly very clean. The screen door lead right into the
kitchen and through it, the living area and a hallway to the left of that.
"I don't know whether I should be flattered or offended by that nickname," Eren
said as he looked around with awe. "I like it. Feels lived in. Most people's
houses I've been to feel.. Sterile?" Eren took off his shoes and left them by
the door politely. "Oh! Where's your mom? Do I gotta put on my parent face?"
Levi's lips curled upwards into a little smirk, but he didn't explain the
meaning of the term and instead slipped his shoes off next to the door as well.
He stepped over to the fridge and perused the little note pad magnetized to it
where his mother's loopy scrawl said she was out on business and wouldn't be
home for a few hours. There was dinner in the fridge; all he had to do was put
the casserole in the oven to heat. He smiled and pulled the appliance open, a
loud hum emitting from the ancient refrigerator as he perused the contents,
"She's out selling people beauty potions... You want a beer or something?" he
offered, peeking around the fridge door at the other boy, a soft rosy flush
staining his pale cheeks.
"Your mother is an angel. Do you think she'd be able to make me prettier? You
know, for the sorority girl that defends my honour," Eren said with a lopsided
grin.
Walking up behind Levi to peer into the fridge, he said, "I would love a beer.
It's always nice when I don't have to steal from my dad's stash and get bitched
at later for it."
Crossing his arms, Eren sighed. "He should be happy I haven't stolen his
prescription pad.. Actually I've never thought of doing that before. You are a
horrible horrible influence on me Levi," Eren said giving Levi a wink when the
other boy passed him a beer.
"I'd hate to see what you would be capable of if I was actually trying to
corrupt you," the dark haired teen answered, popping the tab on the can in his
hand and taking a sip before he was leading the way further into the house. Two
loveseats and an armchair took up residence in the living room, situated around
the small round coffee table and in front of an old television with an even
older vhs player on top of it, stacks of old movies piled at it's side, a
couple of oil lamps strategically placed for convenience, shedding light into
the room.
There were plants in every window sill and herbs drying in door frames and
windows as well. Every window and door outside had runes carved subtly into the
frames of the wood as well as little piles of coloured glass placed
inconspicuously in a corner of their frames. There were odd knick knacks and
chimes throughout every room but Levi didn't bother to stop and let Eren gawk
at the oddities. He led the way down the hall, passed his mother's room and the
bathroom to the room situated at the far end of the hallway; his room.
"Hope my room's cool with you... If not, I guess we could sit in the den," he
said when he pushed open his ajar bedroom door to reveal simple furnishings, a
double bed, dresser and bookshelf that held a number of books and records. Levi
had a monster collection of records on the bottom two levels of the bookshelf
and the well loved record player was already set up on the dresser top. He
immediately went over to the player and set the needle on the vinyl already set
there, low, smoky strains of heady rock music filled the awkward silence of the
room. Levi turned to look at Eren, pushing himself up onto the only remaining
available space on the dresser, bending one knee up and wrapping an inked arm
around it, absently fingering the spinner ring on his left thumb, while his
other hand held his cold beer haphazardly resting against his other thigh.
"Soo... What did you want to talk to me about?" He wasn't looking directly at
Eren when he asked, a little embarrassed and nervous to know.
Eren was immediately tongue tied. "Everything... Nothing..." he said then
coughed. "I don't know. I just wanted to hear your voice some more." Eren tried
to smoothly lean on the door frame, but he tripped over his own feet and
stumbled into the dresser that Levi was sitting on. He looked up, face bright
red at the close proximity, "Hi?"
Levi held his beer aloft to avoid spilling it as Eren fumbled into the dresser,
"Real graceful domniţă," he said teasingly, eyes glinting slate with amusement
as he looked at the the red faced boy suddenly rather close to him. "You just
want to listen to my voice? What is it you're looking to hear from me exactly?"
he questioned after a moment, maneuvering his beer to his mouth for another
sip, side-eyeing Eren curiously, trying to grasp the other boy's motives.
Eren stood up straight and fisted his hands in the front of his shirt,
stretching it out. He looked down awkwardly, biting his lip, "Nothing... I'm
gonna go find a shotgun to blow my brains out now." He turned and walked out of
the room, heading for the front door; feeling like a fool for thinking he could
even attempt hooking up with the other boy.

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***** I For You *****
Levi bolted after him. "Where are you going? You don't have to leave. I was
only teasing you," he explained as he reached for Eren's wrist. "I mean, if you
want to hang out, I don't mind. It's not like I got anything better to do." He
released the other boy's wrist and rubbed the hand that'd been holding it over
the back of his heating neck. He hadn't meant to embarrass Eren to the point he
actually scared him off. He kind of wanted to see where this awkward dance
would lead. The nervous nature of Eren's behaviour was endearing and Levi was
fairly certain he wasn't misreading Eren's attempts at flirting.
"I'm sorry," Eren said with his back to Levi. "I have seriously no idea what
I'm doing... You're standing there being all you and... I'm just me. And a
guy." Eren turned to face Levi, face still red and still looking down, "This
town is so small. I've known everyone since like infancy. You're the first
attractive person I've ever met that wasn’t in the same kindergarten as me. I
just can’t get you out of my head." He started to shift back and forth from
foot to foot looking to run. "I'm making you uncomfortable. In your own damn
home too. I seriously want the floor to just swallow me up right now."
Levi chuckled, failing to stifle the sound before it escaped his mouth. He
tried to cover it with a cough and cleared his throat, the ghost of a smile on
his lips as he watched Eren fidgeting, "Who said I'm uncomfortable?"
"Umm..." Eren looked up at Levi through his eyelashes meekly. "You aren’t?"
Levi's smile broke through, curving the left corner of his mouth in a sexy
little smirk. "Should I be?" he countered, cocking his hip and tucking a thumb
into his jeans pocket as he looked back at Eren with hooded eyes.
Eren bit his lip and turned even redder, if that was possible. "I don't know.
I'm uncomfortable enough for the both of us so I hope not..." He fidgeted some
more before he looked at Levi directly to say "You're not creeped out that
another guy has a crush on you?"
"Would it be a surprise to know you aren't the first?" The raven answered,
tilting his head a bit as he watched Eren's eyes. He was so awkward; it was
incredibly cute and the way he was acting, Levi suspected he'd never actually
confessed to another boy before now.
"No," Eren said as his eyes trailed down Levi's body, taking in the pale and
inked skin, slight but toned frame, and the beautiful bracelets that covered
his wrists, "Can't say it is."
Levi shrugged one shoulder and returned the once over, running his gaze over
the other boy without the slightest inclination for discretion. "Doesn't bother
me... I'm an equal opportunist, if you catch my drift," he murmured, shooting
Eren a cheeky wink and another of those devilish smirks.
"I have no idea what you mean," Eren said as he took a step closer to Levi,
"But I'm hoping it's something good." He reached his hand out to touch the
bracelets on Levi's wrist, obviously not brave enough to reach for anything
else.
Levi's smiled broadened. "It means..." he paused, the beaded, braided and metal
bracelets clinking together as Eren's fingers touched at them and Levi flipped
his wrist to catch Eren's in his upturned palm, using it to pull Eren a bit
closer, leaning up to breathe the rest of his words next to Eren's ear, "I
don't mind what kind of plumbing you're packing, so long as I find the
packaging and product to my liking."
"And... A-am I to your... L-liking?" Eren stuttered, unable to breathe with
Levi so close. He lightly placed his free hand on Levi's hip, still unsure
whether he was interpreting the other correctly.
Levi hummed appreciatively, breath stirring the soft strands of chestnut
curling around Eren's ear and he pressed himself flush against the other teen,
"What do you think?" he murmured huskily, sliding his fingers up from the
brunette's wrist to squeeze lightly at his bicep, his other hand palming at
Eren's side, fingertips spreading against his lower back.
Eren trembled under Levi's touch. "I want to say yes... But I'm still not quite
sure..." Eren said teasingly as he looked down at Levi, finally placing both of
his hands firmly on his waist.
"What would it take to make you sure?" Levi inquired breathily, jeans suddenly
feeling much too tight and he rolled his hips against the other teen's, both
hands on Eren's sides and caressing at the hemline of his shirt suggestively.
"I don't-" Eren started playfully until Levi's hips rolled into his. "Oh g-
god..." he breathed as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hands
gripped Levi's hips harder. "Can y-you do that again, please?"
"You sure? " Levi teased, pressing his hips flush to Eren's, but stilling the
rolling motion, lips ghosting along Eren's collar and the base of his neck
hotly, hands squeezing at his sides encouragingly.
"You're awful..," said Eren as he nosed along Levi's exposed neck. "Teasing me
like t-this... I can't even think straight... You s-smell so good." Eren gave
Levi's neck a nibble before he pulled his head back to nuzzle Levi's nose with
his own. "Can I kiss you?" he asked with a red face and lust sparkling eyes.
"Sure, whatever you want Eren," it came out of his mouth as a low purring
growl, and he slid his hands down the other boy's hips before sliding hot palms
back up beneath his shirt to caress against the firm muscle and smooth skin of
his sides and lower back, grinding his erection against Eren's roughly.
"W-woah that... Feels good," Eren said lunging forward to bury his head in
Levi's neck once more, not going for the kiss he’d asked for. His hands
remained gripping Levi's hips, still keeping contact, but stopping Levi from
rolling into him again. "Can we... can we slow down a bit? I've never done this
before."
The dark haired male massaged at the tense muscles in the other's boy's lower
back, tipping his head back a bit to attempt to look at Eren, "Really? With
anyone or just with another guy?" he questioned, allowing Eren to stop his
movements without argument, though his cock throbbed demandingly in the tight
confines of his ripped up jeans.
"Anyone," said Eren, muffled by Levi's shoulder, "I'm having a hard time not
cumming in my pants right now... And you're really not helping..." After a few
moments of heavy breathing, Eren managed to look up at Levi with a shy smile
and rosy cheeks to say, "I would at least like to kiss you before you realize
what a loser I am and kick me out."
Levi's lips twitched up at the corner minutely and his bracelets clattered on
his wrists as he moved his hands up around Eren's shoulders and jerked him
forward, stopping just short of their lips touching, so close they were
breathing the same breath. "Then what the hell are you waiting for?" he
breathed heatedly against Eren's mouth.
"I-I don't know--" Eren's breath hitched before he leaned the few inches
forward to kiss Levi. It probably wasn't what the other boy was thinking it
would be; closed mouth and more of a peck. Obviously Eren had no idea what else
to do, so he closed his eyes and puckered his lips like he saw in movies.
Levi seemed to be anticipating an open mouthed kiss, so Eren ended up kissing
the other boy’s teeth. He pulled back, mortified, "Fuck, I'm sorry... Shit shit
shit."
Levi let out a breathy chuckle and shook his head a little, sliding a hand up
the back of Eren's neck, threading his fingers into the soft hair at the back
of his head and using it to tilt his head and pull him in again, "It's alright
comoară, let me show you how it's done." It was the only warning he gave before
he tiptoed a bit to slant his lips over Eren's with slick pressure, soft tongue
teasing along the seam until Eren let him inside to explore. He made an
appreciative sound at the almost citrusy taste of the other boy's mouth,
pressing closer and breathing harshly through his nose.
He should probably be a little more cautious, but what the hell. His mother
always said to live in the moment because you die a little with every present
moment you miss waiting for the moments of tomorrow that may never come to
pass. He could kiss Eren today and worry about the repercussions tomorrow.
Besides it wasn't like pretty boys fell in his lap every day; he wouldn't want
to squander his good fortune. Clearly, the Gods were giving him a gift.
Eren got the hint, and turned his head even more to the side as Levi dived into
his mouth. He didn't even know what to do, so he just let Levi take the lead.
Soon he was getting used to the rhythm of kissing the other boy, so he tried to
mimic what Levi was doing with his mouth, which he received hummed praise for.
Eren felt like he was drowning. Probably because he forgot to breathe.
Pushing Levi away, Eren gasped for air. "Holy shit," he managed to say after a
moment of collecting precious oxygen, "That was amazing." He grabbed Levi by
the hips once move. "You're amazing. Sorry I forgot to breathe. I'll remember
that now. Can we... Umm... I never got a good look at your bedroom before?"
Eren said, his attempt at subtlety completely useless.
Levi licked his lips, watching the sputtering through his dark lashes, eyes
liquid mercury and hazy with desire. "You're not so bad yourself," he breathed
huskily, swallowing as the taste of Eren lingered in his mouth and he nodded,
"You're welcome in my bedroom anytime comoară."
He turned towards the hall again, hands grabbing at the ones on his hips and
leading the way back to his bedroom once more, closing the door behind them
once they were inside. He turned back to face Eren and pressed his left hand
beneath Eren’s navel before slowly trailing it up beneath his shirt to palm at
his chest, coaxing him back towards the bed with the light pressure.
"D-do you want me to take off my s-shirt?" Eren asked, trying to walk backwards
as Levi maneuvered him around the room. Levi gave a light push on Eren's chest
and he slowly fell into the bed bouncing once before he sat up on his elbows to
look at Levi, like a puppy awaiting a command.
"That would be up to you comoară. I'm certainly not going to complain if you
do," the raven-haired Romani replied as he crossed his own arms over his
midsection, fingers gripping the hem of his own shirt and dragging it up and
off in one swift motion, ruffling his hair and making his jewelry jingle. He
let the garment fall to the floor once it was off, ringed thumbs settling in
the waistband of his jeans a moment, cocking his hip to the side to run a
hungry gaze over the sprawled boy on his bed, looking back at him with eager
desire. The muscles in his abdomen fluttered, tense with anticipation, the
bulge straining against the fly of his jeans on full display as he simply
waited to see what Eren would do before he decided to join him in his bed.
Eren gaped over Levi's naked torso, taking in the pale skin and the rippling
muscles along with his intricately inked side. Levi was beautiful. Eren stared
for probably too long before he tried to scramble out of his t-shirt. He wasn't
sure how he managed it, but the fabric caught so that he couldn't see and his
arms were trapped above his head. His mouth and blushing red cheeks were
visible as he whispered, "I'm stuck..." Eren was sure that if it was possible
to die of embarrassment, he should die right then and there.
Levi bit his lip through a smile and stepped forward to assist Eren in fully
removing the offending garment, climbing over him and straddling his hips in
doing so, finding his face hovering over the other boy's once the shirt was no
longer acting as a barrier between them. He leaned forward the mere inches
necessary to press his mouth to Eren's again, completely undeterred by the
embarrassing clothing malfunction. He steadied himself with one hand on the
mattress next to the brunette's side as his other hand slid up the side of
Eren's neck, thumbing along his Adam's apple appreciatively, pressing his hips
down against the eager hardness in Eren's lap with deliberately slow pressure.
"Do jeans.... Always... Suck… This much?" Eren asked between kisses. His hands
roamed around Levi's pale skin as the other teen rubbed himself against his
dick. "Ah... Levi... S-so good.. Tell me what to do? What.. Haah.. Do you
want?"
"Let me suck you off," the dark-haired teen murmured gutturally, pressing open
mouthed kisses along Eren's jaw, not even a hint of embarrassment in the
request, groping at Eren's chest and hips roughly, rolling his down against the
press of the brunette's pelvis and the mirrored hardness trapped in his jeans.
"B-but Levi.. I want t-to make you feel g-good too.. But I..." Eren trailed off
thinking of something. Reaching down, Eren slid his palm hard against the rigid
heat in Levi's jeans causing the other boy’s hips to stutter.
"D-dracu..." Levi cursed, hips jerking involuntarily into the blissful pressure
of Eren's hand, his own hands groping Eren's hips firmly, almost painful in
their grip. He panted, biting his lip and fighting to look at Eren, "Naiba...
You're trying to make me cum in my pants, aren't you?" He shuddered and rolled
his hips, pressing his ass down even harder against the stiffness uncomfortably
trapped in Eren's drawers.
"Maybe I am." Eren grinned up at Levi. He reached up to capture Levi's lips
once more and applied more pressure to the hand that was palming Levi through
his jeans.
Levi groaned into the kiss and rolled his hips again, seeking out further
friction. His own hands slid over the hot skin of Eren's toned chest and belly
to dance teasingly along the waistband of his jeans, then with nimble fingers,
popping the button open without warning to ease the zipper down. Levi wedged
his hand inside the tight denim, humming his approval as he palmed at the
slightly damp fabric-covered erection within, shifting his lower body back just
a tad to give himself more room to pull the offending garments off.
"Holy fuck..." Eren hissed into Levi's mouth, dazed by the sudden disappearance
of his jeans. He reached down with both hands to rid Levi's of his. "You're way
too good at this. I'm glad I wore my lucky underwear. I really didn't expect
this when I came over to your house," Eren started to babble as he fumbled with
the button of Levi's pants.
Levi licked his lips, reaching to assist Eren in removing his own pants when
the boy continued to struggle to get them undone. "I've had some practice," he
returned, sliding his jeans off his hips in one fluid motion, revealing the
absence of underwear beneath the denim as his cock sprung free eagerly,
twitching a bit with interest.
He slid his hands up Eren's sides as he bent forward to nip at his firm abs and
nibble the rim of the half-moon navel beneath his face, "You taste good," he
breathed heatedly against the dampened skin, thumbs rubbing teasing little
circles over protruding hipbones as he trekked intricate patterns with his
tongue over Eren's taught skin. Levi mapped his way along dips and curves in
muscle until he was met with the elastic waist of Eren's undergarments and he
glanced up at the other boy, eyes half lidded and dark with the heady rush of
lust, his cheeks stained with a rosy flush of arousal. He certainly hadn't been
expecting the turn of events either, but he wasn't going to complain. It'd been
awhile since he'd fooled around with anyone and the other boy was damn fine. He
didn't even bother pretending to resist.
Eren nodded at the other boy, too tongue-tied to speak. He didn't even know if
Levi’s lust-filled gaze fixed on him was a question to begin with. All Eren
knew was that he wanted those glistening and beautiful lips on his dick right
this instant. Hopefully, he would be able to get Levi off too, although he
didn't know how.
Levi smirked wickedly and dipped his ringed thumbs beneath the waistband before
tugging it down torturously slow until the other boy's erection sprung free,
glistening with precum and jerking in anticipation.
The dark-haired teen licked his reddened lips and stared at it for several long
seconds, appreciating the rather impressive organ as it strained eagerly,
begging for attention. His left hand wrapped around the base firmly and he
wasted no time in swallowing half of it in one smooth, swift motion, other hand
pinning the boy's hip to the mattress in anticipation of the instinctive jerk
that would surely come in response to the sudden pressure and slick heat of his
mouth on the virgin shaft.
"Ahhhhh fuckk," Eren yelled as his head flew backwards to bang the headboard,
and his hips attempted to thrust up into the wet and warm hole but were stopped
by Levi's strong grip. It felt so good. Beyond good. Eren never wanted it to
stop. But heat was curling in his belly instantly; he knew what that meant from
countless sessions with his own hand. He could hold off a little longer, but he
would have to warn Levi before it happened.
The Romani youth hummed around his mouthful of Eren and sank a little lower
before backing off. As he slowly pulled it out, he flattened his tongue along
the underside and applied light suction, following the motion with his hand
before he was swallowing it again, beginning a steadying bobbing rhythm. With
every downward draw, he took the shaft into his mouth deeper until he felt the
head hit the back of his throat and he moaned. Breathing heavily through his
nose, mercury glittering beneath his thick lashes as Levi looked up at Eren,
wanting to watch him come undone under his skilled ministrations.
"Levi.... Ahh... Haah..." Eren moaned as Levi mouth worked magic on his member.
When he felt it start, he sat up straight and said, "Levi if you don't stop,
I'm gonna cum."
Levi met his gaze and only winked in response, swallowing his cock as much as
he could, throat rippling around the length and he loosened his grip on Eren's
hip, relaxing his jaw, prepared to let the boy move as he liked. His hands
stroked at the brunette's hips and thighs encouragingly and he closed his eyes
in anticipation.
"Ah fuck," Eren shouted as he started to thrust up into Levi's mouth. He tried
to hold himself back so he wouldn't hurt the other boy, but it was almost
impossible to control the jerky movements as he pushed up into the wet heated
cavern. With one last cry and thrust, he came into the back of Levi's throat,
releasing what had to be the largest load he'd ever made.
The raven swallowed around the spasming cock greedily, moaning his approval as
Eren came in hot spurts. He pulled back slowly, lapping up any cum on the other
boy's spent dick before he sat back on his haunches, thumbing away a little
excess fluid from the corner of his mouth and sucking it into his mouth. He
stared at Eren heatedly, his own cock still aching and hard between his thighs
as he swallowed and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before he licked
his lips again. "Good?" he questioned, cocking his head to the side, a self-
satisfied little smirk curling on his mouth, and looking very much like the cat
that got the canary.
"Fuck yes," said Eren with a dreamy smile while he laid back with his eyes
closed and breaths coming in hard gasps. Sitting up abruptly, he tugged on
Levi's arm, trying to get him to lay down in place of himself. "I'll do you.
You can teach me."
Levi let Eren pull him down onto the rumpled bedding next to him and watched
him, "You sure you wanna?" he asked, eyeing the enticing sheen of sweat on
Eren's upper body as his hand trailed along his own hip idly, the bracelets on
his wrist jingling softly with the motion and he pillowed his head on his other
arm.
"Yeah I do," said Eren eyeing Levi's erect dick. Eren mimicked what Levi had
done before; he started to kiss Levi's chest, making sure to swirl his tongue
over the pert, rosy nipples, then made his way down to his abs to trace the
ripples of muscle there. Soon he was face to face with Levi's manhood in all
it’s glory, standing straight up proudly and glistening with beads of precum.
"Hm, you have such a pretty dick. I bet you could do porn," Eren said, with his
mouth hovering close enough for his breath to float over delicately flushed
skin, "I'd pay for it. Hell, if it wouldn't be an insult, I'd pay right now.
Damn... I didn't mean that as an insult. I'm trying to tell you how amazing you
are." Finally, after his murky eyes had been glued to it for practically
forever, he leaned over and tentatively took a little lick of the precum at the
tip of the blunted head. "Just so you know, I've definitely never done this
before. But as a teenage boy, I have watched a lot of porn. Hopefully, I picked
up some stuff," he said looking at Levi with earnest glittering green eyes.
Opening his mouth, he put the head in and sucked on it like a lollipop.
Levi let out a breathy chuckle in response to the boy's nervous rambling,
arching into Eren's lips and tongue, hands seeking out his soft hair and
threading through the strands intently, stroking repeatedly in encouragement.
He tensed and his breath hitched sharply when he felt the first contact of the
brunette's mouth on the head of his dick and forced his hips still, unbreathing
for several moments until he was sure he had control of himself. "Nn, s'good
comoară," he murmured huskily, watching Eren's lips stretch around the
thickness of his throbbing dick, heat coiling tight and ferocious in his gut.
Eren looked fucking good like that. He shuddered violently, using the grip in
Eren's hair to gently guide him lower over his shaft, the pace torturous, but
he wasn't going to have Eren choke on him; it was his first time after all.
Levi was enjoying it; his movements and words egging Eren on. Eren decided that
if Levi could take him the whole way, he could too, so he dove his head down
trying to pull Levi's dick deep into his throat. Levi either had a lot of
practise or a non-existent gag reflex, but it seemed Eren could not boast the
same. Ripping Levi’s cock out of his throat quickly, he gagged and coughed as
his eyes watered, leaning forward on the bed away from Levi. "Sorry," he said
hoarsely when he could speak again, "Thought I could do it." He took another
breath, deciding to try a different approach and started licking up and down
Levi's shaft, trying to give his throat a little break before he started to
suck again.
Levi pet at Eren's hair soothingly, another breathy laugh escaping him and he
shook his head, "Take your time love... No need to-- hah-- rush," he panted
between harsh breaths. He bit his lip as Eren bowed back over him to lap at his
cock instead of taking him into his mouth again and he sighed out a heavy rush
of air, a low, rumbling groan sounding out with it and his hips shifted
restlessly. "D-Dracu Eren..." he murmured heatedly when the other boy finally
began to suck lightly once again and he curled his fingers into the soft
chestnut locks, "That's it... Nn..." He shuddered under the brunette, muscles
tense and fluttering as he felt the coiling heat in his gut growing hotter and
tighter. "So close..." he warned breathily, arching a bit as his hips gave
little involuntary jerks. The other boy wasn't particularly skilled, but his
innocent eagerness was certainly a turn on for the Romani boy as Eren's tongue
curled curiously along the rim of his mushroomed tip and there was that
dangerous caress of teeth on the sensitive flesh that made him shiver.
Eren tried to pull Levi deeper into his throat once more, but this time we went
slower. He could only get a little more than half until he felt like he would
gag so he pulled out and went down again. He teased the tip with his tongue and
flattened it on the underside of Levi's cock when he pulled it out.
"Eren, Eren... G-Gonna cum..." Levi warned hoarsely, thighs tensing as his
fingers tangled almost painfully in the other boy's hair and he shuddered
violently, panting harshly and tossing his head against the rumpled bedding as
his toes curled in anticipation, the first threads of climax beginning as the
muscles in his body went taught in slow motion and his breath hitched and was
caught in his lungs, dangling on the precipice of sweet liquid euphoria.
As the first spurts of cum hit the back of Eren's throat, he really wanted to
cough it out. He wouldn't say it tasted bad, but it definitely didn't taste
good. He managed to swallow most of it as Levi thrusted gently into his mouth,
but some dribbled out of the corner of his lips. Sitting up, he gave Levi a
wide toothy grin, obviously proud of himself as he wiped the excess cum on the
back of his hand.
Levi's hands were in his own hair, heels pressing against his eyes as he
trembled with aftershocks and tried to catch his breath a moment before he slid
them down his flushed face and looked at the grinning boy. He cocked a grin as
well and without warning reached for Eren, yanking him down and pressing a
messy kiss to his mouth, uncaring about the taste of himself on the boy. "Not
bad for your first try domniţă," he murmured huskily against Eren's mouth
before pulling away to look at him with a devilish smirk, "Not bad at all." He
winked and looped an arm lazily around the other boy, perfectly content to
participate in post coital cuddling.
"I just confessed, got my first kiss, blow job and gave my first blow job, all
in one day," said Eren still smiling brightly under Levi's arm. "That has to be
some kind of record," he said.
"Oh and naked cuddling," added Eren as an afterthought as he burrowed into
Levi's side with a content sigh.
Levi chuckled, the sound reverberating in his chest as his eyes drifted almost
closed and he caressed his fingertips up and down the other boy's spine
ticklishly. "Mm, for me too, don't think I've ever been so many firsts for
someone," he replied lazily, finally letting his eyes close all the way and
inhaling a deep sigh of satiation.
He didn't bother to ask what this whole thing meant between them; he wasn't
sure he wanted to know the answer and was content to just leave it in the wind
for now. There'd be time later to figure it out. He kind of liked the other
boy, but he barely knew him yet. There was a draw there, a magnetic pull that
he couldn’t deny, but wasn’t quite ready to admit either.
Eren propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at Levi with a gaze full
of affection. "Will you be my first everything then?" he asked quietly, his
tone filled with hope.
Levi cracked one silver-blue eye and looked at Eren, "Mm, if you want, but you
gotta give me a few minutes to recuperate comoară," he teased lightly before
pulling Eren back against him and shifting until they were both in a
comfortable position. He placed a soft, sweet kiss to Eren's temple. "Let's
have a nap, I could sleep," he suggested, closing his eyes again.
"Mmm ‘kay," said Eren, voice filled with post-orgasmic lethargy as he settled
in Levi's arms and drifted off to sleep.

Mami-mommy
Scumpule-darling
comoară-Love/ treasure/ precious
domniţă-princess
Dracu- fuck
Naiba- damn
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***** Out the Door *****
The tiny woman hummed as she came into the dim-lit kitchen, unfolding the roll
of bills from within her pocket, counting them and tucking them away in the
little tin they kept all their cash in beneath the sink. When she'd finished,
she glanced around their home and noticed that her son's door was closed,
meaning he was likely in there and didn't want to be disturbed; he rarely
closed the door all the way unless he was sleeping or had company, which she
assumed he did. She went to the refrigerator and shook her head upon seeing the
casserole just as she'd left it. Pulling it out, she unwrapped the plastic wrap
from the surface before she stuck it in the oven and turned it on, idly
puttering around the kitchen, wiping counters and taking out clean dishes for
when it was ready. She made sure to pull an extra set of dinner dishes out as
well. She'd seen the pick up outside and knew that Levi must have company.
Eren awoke from a deep sleep to the sound of movement in the kitchen of Levi’s
small house. “Shit,” he muttered, lifting his head from Levi’s chest. “Levi,”
he called, nudging the other sleeping boy, “What time is it? I have curfew.”
Levi mumbled something incoherently and rolled away from Eren. “Well fuck.”
Getting up, he searched Levi’s room for his clothes and put them on hastily.
Maybe if he was super quiet, he’d be able to sneak past Levi’s mom. He opened
Levi’s bedroom door slowly and carefully, before he inched out and shut it
behind him. He tip toed down the hall and came face to face with Kuchel’s
grinning face.
"My scumpule sure works fast," the petite raven-haired woman said, a knowing
and mischievous look in her eyes and a grin that was mirror to Levi's on her
plump lips. She had one hand on her denim clad hip, another baggy shirt, this
one a button up that looked as if it might actually belong to her son was tied
haphazardly at her waist over a powder blue tank top. She was blocking the
screen door.
"Is he still sleeping?" she asked casually, eyeing the brunette with interest
that was not subtle in the slightest.
“H-he wouldn’t wake up,” Eren stuttered, blushing violently as he studied the
floor. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Ackerman, I didn’t mean to stay so late, or leave like
a robber, but I have curfew. If I don’t get back to my house by eleven thirty,
Black Betty gets taken away for like a week. It’s too far to walk here, I live
on the other side of town, so I would only get to see Levi at school, and that
really sucks and and…” he trailed off hugging himself. “Please don’t call my
mom...”
Kuchel laughed, the sound bright with delight and she raised a hand to muffle
it, her bracelets jingling in accompaniment to the melody of her mirth. "Oh
dragule, if Levi's invited you here, you're welcome anytime, no need to
apologize," she was smiling warmly at him now that she had succeeded in
stifling her giggles, "As for your Mami, even if I had a way to contact her,
there's no need. She doesn't know, hm?" she inquired, her voice kind and
coaxing, accent heavy and rich in her tone.
"Well... It's not like I had any clue either... I forced Levi to talk to me
after he ignored me all day... Except he never told me why he did that in the
first place," Eren rambled, then laughed nervously under Kuchel's stare. "I
didn't know I'd end up here... Funny how the day starts one way and ends
another."
"Life has a funny way of showing us what we don't always see right in front of
us, hm...You're staying for dinner yeah? It's only just passed nine now and it
won't be long until it's done," she said, not really asking, the plates already
set out in anticipation of their unexpected guest. She stepped over to the oven
and peered in at the bubbling casserole, "Almost done already."
She seated herself up on the countertop and watched him for several long
moments, her warm eyes taking in his rumpled appearance and clear nervousness
and she smiled, but didn't say anything.
"Thanks for your hospitality, Mrs. Ackerman," Eren said tugging on the hem of
his shirt. His stomach growled loudly then he looked up at Kuchel with wide
eyes. "It smells really good actually," he said sheepishly, "At home, our
housekeeper has probably gone for the day and I'd rather starve then eat my
mom’s cooking."
Her smile broadened, "You're welcome Eren. It's no trouble. Next time, you make
that lazy son of mine cook for you, hm? He should have fed you before bedding
you," she answered, shaking her head, though her smile remained firmly on her
mouth. She curled her fingers around the lip of the counter and swung her legs
idly, glancing at the clock on the stove. It would likely be only a few minutes
more for dinner and she was sure her son would be making his appearance soon.
Eren turned brighter red and stuttered, "H-he didn't b-b-bed me!" With a
pointed look from Kuchel, he amended, "Okay... He did, a little. But it's
probably not what you’re thinking!"
The petite woman raised her eyebrows and blinked at him, a soft chuckle passing
her lips and she waved her hand dismissively, "Even if it was on the floor or
against the wall, bedding is still bedding," she replied with a teasing lilt to
her tone, watching him turn red, obviously completely embarrassed by her
insinuations. He probably hadn't thought she would be so open about it, but
there were no secrets in this house.
There was a soft sound of the door opening at the end of the hall. A barefoot
and shirtless Levi meandered out of his bedroom, hair ruffled and tangled and
there were several kiss marks on his neck and chest from where Eren had nipped
and sucked during their earlier activities. He scratched at his firm belly as
he swaggered down the hall and through the living area. He inclined his head
upon seeing Eren in the kitchen with his mother, a little smile curling in the
corner of his lips, Eren's brightly blushing face not going unnoticed. He
slipped over next to him and wrapped an arm around his waist familiarly,
leaning up to plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth, "You should have woken
me comoară," he murmured before he pulled back to look at his smiling mother.
"I tried to. You sleep like the dead," Eren whined as he hid his face behind
his hands. "You Ackermans really want me to die of embarrassment. That's twice
today! Twice!" He stomped his foot in outrage as the other two just laughed at
him. "If that food didn't smell so good, I'd leave. Well, probably not ‘cause
that'd be rude. But I'd think about it!"
Levi snorted and smirked, giving Eren a playful swat on the ass before he moved
to plop himself down in one of the mismatching chairs around the old dining
table. His mother just shook her head and went to take out the casserole which
was perfectly ready and she set it on the table, sticking a serving spoon into
the dish before she sat down as well. The both of them then turned expectant
gazes on Eren, "Have a seat domniţă. You must be hungry," Levi said, leaning
over to pull out the chair closest to him for Eren.
His mother was spooning helpings onto the plates as she spoke a rapid string of
Romanian to her son and he groaned in response.
"I don't know yet Mami... It wasn't exactly planned yeah," he said, looking at
his mother, effectively averting his gaze from Eren, the tips of his pale ears
turning an endearing shade of pink.
The petite woman said something else and he shook his head before turning back
to Eren, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "She wants to know if she
should be expecting you for dinner again tomorrow," he said by way of
explanation though it wasn't exactly what his mother had been asking him. She
wanted to know how serious he was with Eren.
Eren looked from Levi to his mother with confusion. He was missing something
which meant Levi wasn't translating everything. Eren narrowed his eyes at Levi
and said, "Sure. if it's okay with your mom." Taking a bite of the casserole
Kuchel had spooned onto his plate, he closed his eyes and groaned in
appreciation. Once his mouth was clear, he added, "My parents don't care where
I am as long as I'm home by eleven thirty on weekdays and one thirty on
weekends. But you and your mom should come meet my mom. I've already told her
about you both, although she doesn't know I'm here right now."
Levi gnawed on his bottom lip, "Maybe--"
"Oh that's a great idea! You can have her come to dinner too, and your tată as
well," Kuchel said enthusiastically, waving the fork in her hand around wildly.
"Mami... Eren's parents are busy people, you know... Besides, they probably
don't want to come here; they likely think we're witches like everyone else in
the town," Levi said, trying to douse his mother`s eagerness for him and
herself to meet the other boy`s parents.
Eren smiled at her eagerness. "My dad won't, but he's an ass. You don't want to
meet him anyway, unless you have to when you’re sick."
He looked at Levi in confusion. "Why would you say that? My mom was so pissed
when she heard those rumours, she broke her favourite tea set. One of her
biggest pet peeves is when people gossip. Thinks it's silly especially when all
the housewives in her association are buying your mom’s products."
He stared at Levi for a moment longer before he came to a conclusion. Looking
into his plate and scowling, Eren said, "If you don't want to meet my mom,
that's fine, but don't insult her when you haven't even met her."
Levi`s brow wrinkled and his mother smacked him hard on the shoulder. He
grunted at the impact and looked adequately ashamed of himself, "I'm sorry
Eren, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just used to people thinking that kind of
shit about us. We're not exactly uhh... The usual sort that people like to have
for neighbours. I'd like to meet her if she wants to come to dinner. She seems
like a nice lady from how you talk about her," he apologized, shifting his gaze
back to his mother before he was looking back at the other boy.
"Do you think that's what I'm here for too? See if you’re a witch or some shit?
Not all people are assholes Levi. If you thought that then you shouldn't have
invited me over," Eren said angrily, piercing Levi with venomous green eyes.
Glancing over at Kuchel, remembering they weren't alone, Eren’s anger deflated
a bit. "Levi's right though; she is really busy. I'll have to ask. I know
already my sister won't be able to. She's in like five different types of
sports and even more committees. Trying to get into Harvard on full scholarship
even though our parents already told her they could pay no problem."
Kuchel nodded, "Well, you just be sure to ask them. I'll make enough food in
case they can come," she said with a smile.
"Dracu..." Levi cussed under his breath, feeling like a complete fucking
asshole. He didn't say anything to Eren until they'd finished eating and his
mother pressed him to see the other boy off while she did the dishes, bidding
the brunette a warm farewell and hoping to see him the following evening for
dinner. They were nearly to Eren's truck when Levi finally reached to grab
Eren's wrist.
"Hey... Look... What you said earlier... I don't... I don't think you're like
that, " He said quietly, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth and not
looking at Eren, "I actually kinda like you... Well more than kinda. You've
been nothing, but honest with me, I know. I'm just not used to it... You asked
me earlier if I was going to be your first everything. I don't know, but I
think I'd like to be..." he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks and
ears burning.
Eren stared at Levi for a moment, considering whether or not his apology was
good enough. He sighed. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been so defensive.
It's just... My mom is really important to me.... Like your mom is for you.
I’ve decided I want to be with you... But if she doesn't like you, it's a no
go." Eren slid his hand down Levi's arm and intertwined their fingers before
giving a tight squeeze. "See you tomorrow?" he asked, shy smile returning.
"Yeah, you'll see me tomorrow," the raven replied with a small upturn of his
lips, thumbing over Eren's knuckles. He used the handhold to pull the other
teen into his arms, pressing up to kiss him chastely on the mouth before he let
him go for the night.
Eren's words about having his mother's approval made his gut twist with nervous
apprehension. He had a bad feeling about it and Levi knew better than to ignore
his bad feelings.
Eren gave Levi a quick kiss on the cheek and a smile before he hopped into his
truck. Before he sped away, he rolled down his window, and spun a donut,
honking as his truck faded into the distance.
Levi waved as Eren drove away, standing there for several long moments even
after he'd gone, staring after him, but seeing nothing as his mind wandered.
Finally, he went back inside, closing the screen door quietly behind him,
standing against the wall next to it when he looked up and met his mother's
knowing eyes. He swallowed visibly.
"Scumpule, you know I trust you to make your own choices and be responsible for
yourself and I don't tell you who to love, but you be careful with that boy's
heart," her voice was soft, but the words were heavy and Levi closed his eyes
and drew in a shaky breath.
"Mami, I'm worried about mine as well as his... He's definitely too good for
me. His mother is going to despise me. I can feel it Mami," he replied in a
weak voice and his mother's gaze softened. She stepped over to him and pulled
him away from the wall and into her arms and he bent to rest his head on her
shoulder as she stroked a dainty hand through his hair.
"Levi... These things have a way of working out, you'll see. Just make sure you
don't push him away when you get scared, hm?" she murmured against the top of
his head. He heaved a sigh and hugged her around the waist.
"I don't want to mess up his life Mami. He... He asked me to be his first
everything... And I want to... I wasn't going to expect anything, but now I
know it meant something to him, gods know why he's chosen me, but I'm glad he
did so I... But if his mother hates me, I won't stand a chance."
"Shh scumpule, that's enough now. How could his mother hate you when you make
her boy look so happy? She'll love you." He didn't argue further, tucking his
face against her shoulder and closing his eyes while she pet his hair.
***
He didn't remember his mother tucking him into bed that night, but she must
have because he woke there in the morning with an ache at the base of his spine
and a knot in his stomach. It was going to be a bad day; he just knew it.

Mami-mommy
Scumpule-darling
comoară-Love/ treasure/ precious
domniţă-princess
Dracu- fuck
Naiba- damn
tată - father Dragule- sweetheart
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***** Street Fight *****
Levi moved with quick strides down the hall, fingers drumming against his
thighs and fidgeting with his rings anxiously. He still had that feeling and it
was only getting worse the further along the day progressed. He was tense. He
hadn't yet seen Eren, having arrived late to school because he hadn't
remembered to set his alarm the night before which wasn't surprising since he
didn't recall when his mother put him to bed like a little kid.
He heaved a breath, pulling his silver cigarette case and lighter from the
pocket of his favourite black denim jacket; the one his mother had patchworked
a set of wings on the back of when it had become threadbare; she'd done it last
spring without telling him and he’d thought that she had thrown it out finally
when he wasn't home, but when he'd come home it had been on his bed mended and
he'd loved it immediately. He pulled out a long clove cigarette and put the
silver case back in his pocket, lighter already poised in his other hand as he
shouldered the door open to get outside the building. He just needed to calm
his nerves and get some air.
"Just the man I was looking for," said Jean leaning on the school building with
a cigarette, "Hello circus freak." Jean flicked his cigarette away not
bothering to put it out while Krista snickered beside him, her own cigarette
held between lengthy pink manicured nails.
Levi's teeth ground. He was so not in the mood. "Actually I've been meaning to
talk to you too. the freak show is looking for a new attraction. They'll call
you the amazing PonyBoy. If you give me your resume, I'll put in a good word
for you," he retorted rudely, eyes narrowed and flickering between the
snickering blonde girl and the jock.
Krista snorted. "The gypsy has you there, pony boy," she said before taking a
long drag of her cigarette then blowing the smoke towards Levi.
Jean scowled, thoroughly pissed. Standing up straight, he walked over to Levi,
looking down on the other boy due to the height difference. "Okay, listen here
you fucker. You're the reason I don't have a ride anymore. Tell Eren I said
sorry. I have no idea what he sees in your punk ass anyway."
Levi waved a hand through the smoke, jewelry sounding muffled from his jacket
sleeves as he glared at the girl a moment before he turned away to light his
own cigarette, the sweet smoke curling in the air around him and drowning out
the scent of the tobacco already there. He shifted his attention back to the
jock as Jean approached and stood his ground, hackles rising as the knot in his
gut twisted painfully tighter.
"Mm, nope, I don't think I will. They don't let pet ponies on the bus or what?"
he said, popping his jaw defiantly, meeting the taller teen's gaze
unwaveringly. Like fuck he was going to take shit from this horse-faced
douchebag.
Jean glared at Levi with a dangerous glint in his eye. "I take that back. Eren
obviously has the right idea," he said, inspecting his fingernails, "Get close
to you so he can get with your hot little momma. I'd let her tuck me in all
night long."
Levi growled and the cigarette between his fingers broke. He threw it onto the
ground in disgust, but didn't reach for a fresh one, hands curling into fists
instead. "Don't talk about my mother," he said warningly, taking a step
forward. He knew he was playing right into the jock's hands, but he couldn't
stop himself. His mother deserved respect.
"Maybe I'll be your new step daddy. Does wittle Levi want a little brother or
sister?" asked Jean with a maniacal grin, putting his hand on Levi's shoulder.
"No? Guess she'll have to abort then."
"Ohhh," said Krista providing background commentary and lighting another
cigarette.
Levi bared his teeth, "Shut up. You piece of redneck shit, say whatever you
want about me, but you leave my mother the fuck out of it. Talk about her like
that again and you'll regret it, bucată nemernic de rahat," he gritted in a
dangerous guttural tone, trying to shrug off the jock's hand from his shoulder
violently and taking a step back to avoid shoving him instead.
"I'll talk about her how I want," countered Jean, shoving Levi in the chest,
"I'll bang her all I want too, since she's nothing but, a whore. Which one of
her johns saddled her with you anyway, huh?"
"Ești mort," Levi hissed before he lunged forward, swift and low and knocked
the jock onto the ground, tackling him and immediately attempting to straddle
him and swing a fist at his jaw.
"Fuck," yelled Jean as he went down trying to cover his face; leaving his
delicate stomach open for Levi to hail down the punches.
"Shit," screeched Krista as she dashed into the school as quickly as possible
in six inch heels.
Coming out the door after passing a shrieking Krista in the hallway, Eren took
a moment to take in the scene before him. “Shit,” he muttered before he started
to move."Levi! Stop!"
Eren jumped off the school steps, grabbed Levi by the shoulders and tried to
drag him away as Jean coughed on the ground.
The Romani cursed irately in Romanian, struggling in Eren's hold, desperate to
hit the two-tone teen picking himself up off the ground slowly again. He wanted
to make him bleed. His eyes were blazing with bloodlust, pupils narrowed to pin
drops in the tumultuous liquid mercury depths and he was panting heavily, tense
and shaking with adrenaline and not making it easy for Eren to keep a grip on
him.
"Eren, hold him still," said Jean, coming at the pair with a flying fist.
In the last second, Eren managed to shove Levi out of the way, but took Jean's
punch straight to the eye in his stead. The impact made Eren fall back, banging
the back of his head on the cement. He was knocked clean out.
"Eren, fuck!" screamed Jean as he knelt beside his best friend that he'd just
KO'ed. His hands hovered over the sleeping boy, not sure what to do. Eren and
Jean used to fight all the time, but they always pulled their punches, so no
one would actually get hurt. That punch had been meant for Levi and it had been
meant to hurt.
Levi stumbled when Eren pushed him out of the way, but caught himself pretty
quickly and stalked over to Jean, shoving the jock away from the unconscious
teen, "Get the fuck away from him!" he snarled, "It's your fucking dumbshit
fault." He shook and his fists clenched so tightly, his fingers went numb, but
he didn't strike the other boy again though, turning to look Eren over instead,
reaching out to tenderly feel the back of his head for blood.
"There he is, Mr. Dok. He was beating up Jean, and oh my god, look, he got Eren
too," shrieked Krista, walking out the school doors with the Vice Principal in
tow.
"What in the H-e-double hockey sticks is going on out here?" questioned Dok as
he rushed towards the three boys with a trail of curious students behind him.
"Someone go get the principal. I think we need to call an ambulance," he
ordered, checking Eren’s wrist for a pulse, and watching Eren's chest, looking
for movement. It was mandatory for all teachers to have first aid, although the
older man was hoping he wouldn't need to use it because he barely remembered
what he was supposed to do.
"What the fuck?" Levi questioned, brow furrowing in response to the sudden
presence of the crowd around them and the shrill voice laying blame all on him.
The stupid horse face was the one at fault. Levi'd been minding his own damned
business; he'd just wanted a god damned cigarette.
He sat back on his haunches when the teacher approached and stared at Eren's
unconscious face, the sound of blood rushing in his head drowning out the elder
man's words as he shouted out orders to some of the gathered students.
"We have to secure his neck, it could be broken," yelled Dok. "Someone call a
fucking ambulance. I don't care if you take out your damn phones. You," he
pointed at Levi who was the closest, "Hold his head so it can't move. He's
still breathing, and I don't see any blood. But if he's out; that means there
is brain damage."
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" yelled Jean, freaking out and ripping at his hair,
looking down on Eren helplessly.
Levi complied without argument, gently holding Eren in place, fingers trembling
ever so slightly. The other teen's face was so still and there was swelling
around his eye where the hit had been taken, the flesh beneath already purpling
and Levi swallowed hard. How the fuck had this happened? Where the hell had
Eren even come from?
Eren started to wake up. His head was fucking pounding. With his good eye
blinking open, he looked up at the worried face of Levi Ackerman, who moments
previous was kicking the shit out of his best friend.
"Hello beautiful," he slurred like he’d been drinking, "Why so sad?" Eren tried
to reach up with his arm to wipe some dirt off Levi's cheek, but Mr. Dok pushed
it back down.
"Don't move, son. We need to get you checked out first. Then Jean and Levi here
will tell me what the fuck happened," said Dok tiredly. The man didn't get paid
enough for this shit.
Levi's thumb brushed along Eren's temple, relief washing through him when he
saw him open his eyes and heard his voice. "Stay still comoară," he said
quietly, ignoring the teacher next to him entirely, his attention wholly
focused on the brunette before him. He stayed that way until the paramedics
showed up and forced him away so they could examine Eren. He stood awkwardly a
foot away, shifting his weight anxiously. He'd had a bad feeling, now he knew
why.
"Ackerman, Kirstein, my office, now, You too Lenz," Mr. Dok barked as he walked
into the school after talking to a paramedic.
The older man took a seat in the worn leather chair behind his desk as Jean,
Levi and Krista sat in chairs in front of him.
"What the fuck happened?" he questioned, glaring from one youth to the next.
"Levi attacked Jean; I saw it all," said Krista with her black mascara running
down her face dramatically under the onslaught of crocodile tears.
"He deserved worse than what he got," Levi mumbled, looking away and out the
window, leg bouncing as he played with the spinner ring on his left thumb
absently, wanting to be anywhere else than where he currently was; more
specifically, he found he wanted to be where Eren was. He was still worried
about the other boy and would much rather have been playing nurse than sitting
through this bullshit interrogation. They were going to blame it all on him
anyways, so what was the point?
"Jean, is this true?" Mr. Dok questioned the other boy. Jean just sat there,
completely unresponsive in his daze. He was probably stuck on the fact that
he'd just put his best friend in the hospital.
"Jean insulted Levi's mother," said Krista, sniffling as she shot a wicked
half-grin in Levi's direction behind the cover of her hand.
"Ackerman, I don't care what he said about your mother. You don't hit people in
this school. Not for anything," Mr. Dok said as he glared at Levi. "The three
of you, yes Lenz, that includes you, are going to write me a paper on the
dangers of physical violence. Levi, you will also write an apology letter to
Jean and Eren for the mistakes you made."
"Like hell I will. I'm not apologizing to that piece of shit and if anyone,
Eren deserves an apology from him," Levi argued, glaring heatedly at the older
man and crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "He provoked me. This is
bullshit."
"You will do it. Or else you're out of here, Ackerman. Fighting on your second
day? Putting the son of the town's doctor and greatest benefactor in the
hospital?" Dok listed on his fingers. "You're lucky you only have to write a
stupid letter. Write the damn thing and let's be done with this awful
business."
Levi shot up from his seat, "I didn't do anything to Eren! That asshole's
responsible for this whole thing. I'm not writing him a fucking apology letter,
tch, fuck this, I'm out," he seethed, not even bothering to wait for a
response, he moved swiftly out of the office, and made a hasty exit from the
building altogether. He wanted to see Eren, but he couldn't. He was pissed off
and worried and he just wanted to go the fuck home. Eren was supposed to be
coming for dinner, but now he wasn't even sure he was going to see him at all.
He didn't have the car, so he just started walking.
It took well over an hour for him to get home and once he was, he went directly
into his room and closed the door behind him. His mother wasn't home anyway,
but she likely would be soon. She'd probably gone out for groceries for dinner,
since they were supposed to be expecting guests. He propped himself up in his
screenless window sill and lit up a joint, staring blankly out into the woods
outside his window, inhaling slow deep pulls from the wrapped marijuana,
allowing it to soothe his frazzled nerves and relax his tense muscles. He lit a
cigarette once he'd finished off the joint and just sat still and brooding in
his window sill, even after he heard his mother's return and the subsequent
clatter of dishes as she prepared dinner or even when he heard her muffled
voice from far away as she greeted someone. He didn't even stir until a knock
at the door called his attention.
"Come in."
"Hey gloomy," greeted Eren, letting himself into Levi's room and shutting the
door behind him. "Mom’s here too, but she's on the phone in her SUV," he said,
flopping onto Levi’s bed. Eren's eye was blacker than his truck and swollen
shut. He tried to keep it turned away from Levi, but trying to hide it just
drew more attention to it.
Levi turned from the window at the sound of Eren's voice and he moved to sit on
the edge of his bed when Eren flopped down on it, reaching out to ghost his
fingers over the swollen side of the other teen's face. He had quite the
shiner. He leaned over Eren, face hovering over his and he licked his lips
before pressing them to Eren's chastely like he'd been wanting to. He pulled
away again after a few seconds. "How's your head?" he asked, still leaning
close to the boy's face, completely unruffled by the unattractive swelling and
bruising.
Eren groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Hurts like crazy, but not as
much as my pride. I can't believe Jean knocked me out. Never gonna live it
down."
After a moment, he peeked through his fingers and gave Levi a smile. "Waking up
to your pretty face was nice though. We should do that more often," he said,
leaning forward to give Levi a kiss on the cheek.
"I would if you were sharing my bed more often," the dark-haired Romani said,
cocking a devilish grin at the other boy when he pulled away from the sweet
kiss on Levi's cheek and pillowing his head on one arm while he draped the
other over Eren's waist, laying himself out next to the bruised brunette on his
bed.
"I will take that as the invitation it is," said Eren, rolling to put his head
on Levi's chest. "It probably won't be for a while though, I have a concussion
so I can't drive." He danced his fingers over Levi's abdomen as he hooked his
leg with the other boys. "I'm sorry about Jean... He told me everything that
happened over text while I was waiting to be looked at," whispered Eren sadly,
"I could talk to Mr. Dok and explain that it was all a big misunderstanding."
Levi hummed and trailed the pads of his fingertips up and down Eren's back and
over his shoulder, perfectly content to cuddle with the other boy. He shook his
head at Eren's offer.
"There's no point. I'm not apologizing to that prick. Even if they let me come
back, it's bound to happen again, why prolong it? I'm just going to get my GED.
I'm done with bullshit high school," he stated almost tiredly, his body
relaxing under Eren’s touch.
"I feel like it's my fault," Eren admitted, hiding his face in Levi's chest.
"If I would have just drove him around like he wanted, he wouldn't have
confronted you and been such a dick. He always has to start shit."
"Tch, it was inevitable. He's been asking for it since I first met you. It's
not your fault. I shouldn't have hit him," Levi assured, idly drawing patterns
on the skin of Eren's lower back, pressing his shirt up and out of his way
unconsciously.
"He was talking shit about my mother, I just couldn't walk away. Krista pinned
it all on me... Curvă dracului," he sighed heavily and ran his unoccupied hand
through his hair.
"Of course he did. Always going for the cheap shots," Eren said, rolling his
eyes and sighing. "If you would have said anything about his mother, he would
have gone ape shit on you. Good thing I was there to save the day."
He hugged Eren tighter against him, "Let's talk about something else. Did your
mom really come for dinner?"
Eren lifted his head to look at Levi, starting to frown. "Yes she did... She
was excited last night... But ever since she met me at the hospital, she's
been... Off somehow," Eren said, biting his lip with worry.
"Mm, maybe she's just worried. That shithead really did a number on your pretty
face," Levi said, even though he could feel his own apprehension curl in the
pit of his stomach. The feeling was back, but he didn't dare voice his own
concern, hoping and praying he was wrong about the foreboding in his gut.
Eren looked up at Levi, "Yeah, you're probably right." Muffled voices floated
down the hall and filtered through the door from the kitchen. "I guess it's
time. Just be yourself. She will love you," Eren said as he sat up and tugged
on Levi's arm.
Levi inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly before he sat up and slid from
the bed, grabbing Eren around the waist and giving him a hug from behind for
just a moment before they left his room. Just in case he never got to touch him
again after this.

Mami-mommy
Scumpule-darling
comoară-Love/ treasure/ precious
domniţă-princess
Dracu- fuck
Naiba- damn
tată- father dragule- sweetheart bucată nemernic de rahat- piece of shit
asshole
Ești mort- you are dead
Curvă dracului- fucking whore
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***** White Knuckles *****
In the kitchen, Levi's mother was attempting to show Carla how to put together
the veggie lasagne she had decided on for the evening. They both looked up when
the two teens came in.
Eren was the spitting image of Carla, from the shape of his eyes to his facial
structure. The only difference was that Carla had honey brown eyes where Eren
had bright emerald green. 

Carla looked at Levi with a smile that didn't quite
reach her eyes. "So this is the young man I've heard so much about." If you
listened hard you could hear a slight accent in the tilt of her voice but it
was almost impossible to decipher where it was from. 

Carla wore a grey suit
jacket and a matching pencil skirt with black pumps, towering over Levi's tiny
mother. Standing up straight, she had the body of a twenty year old even though
she was over forty with her long brown hair slicked back in a sleek ponytail.
She exuded an air of poise and strength in Levi's little kitchen. This was not
a woman to be messed with. 


Walking over to the boys, she pulled Eren from Levi's side to ruffle his hair.
"My baby has told me so much about you; I feel as if I know you already," she
said piercing Levi with her gaze. 

The only person in the room who would be
able to tell how defensive she was being was probably Levi. Carla was nothing
if not charismatic, and she wanted something from Kuchel. Carla couldn't have
Kuchel deny her because she was wary over the other woman’s son. This was a
woman who always got what she wanted.
Levi smiled back though it may have looked more like a grimace and he rubbed
the back of his head and neck, shifting uncomfortably under the scrutinizing
gaze. He felt like he was being judged and he hadn't even said anything yet.
Eren had said his mother didn't have any problem with the Romanis and she sure
seemed to have been getting along fine with his mother; he didn't know what he
possibly could have done to incur any sort of animosity from the woman, but he
could feel the pit in his gut twisting uncomfortably.
"All good things, I hope. I'm Levi; it's nice to meet you Mrs. Jaeger," he
greeted, trying to seem more comfortable than he really was as he offered her
one ringed hand, the tattoos along his forearm in plain view, even the
multitude of bracelets unable to cover them up. From the way she was looking at
him; he felt like he was some kind of criminal, as if she was accusing him of
stealing something precious... Which he supposed he was since he wanted to keep
her precious only son for himself. He swallowed... She couldn't know that
though...
"Hm," she hummed, looking down at his hand like she was considering not shaking
it. Eventually she did. It was a normal handshake, not light like she thought
him too disgusting to touch or firm like she wanted to crush his hand; she
shook his hand like he didn't matter to her at all. That might almost be the
worst of the three.
Whirling around, "Your gracious mother has been showing me a recipe that I want
to try," Carla said with a huge smile directed at Kuchel.
"Mom," Eren whined as Carla pulled him into the kitchen to see, further away
from Levi, "Please don't. You promised only once a year, when you want the
kitchen remodelled."
"You set a kitchen on fire a handful of times and suddenly everyone thinks you
can't cook," huffed Carla with a pout that made her look even younger.
"Besides, I think I'm getting tired of white you know, shows all the dirt," she
said with a fiendish smile, "Kuchel you should come by our estate and help me
pick out a new kitchen before I try your recipe. It'll be fun. Girls’ day and
crap."
Levi felt effectively chastised, though he didn't know what he had done wrong
in the first place. Eren's mother was cold and unlike what he had been
expecting though she seemed perfectly pleased to speak with his tiny mother. He
worried his bottom lip between his teeth, feeling as if this was such a bad
fucking idea. Why had he thought he could even attempt making something between
Eren and himself. He was pretty sure the brunette's mother didn't like him
already and they'd only just introduced themselves.
He hovered by the kitchen table, accepting the can of beer his mother set in
front of him on her way back from the refrigerator and to the counter where
Carla stood with Eren next to her and made friendly conversation. He didn't say
anything, just watching his petite mother smile right back, obviously pleased
to be getting on well with Eren's mother.
"That sounds lovely. I can't remember the last time I spent a girls' day out of
the house. I'm always so busy with the business. Levi's a great help, but you
know, I can't have him spend all his free time as my slave," she said brightly,
kneading a round ball of dough on the countertop, adding in herbs and garlic to
it familiarly. She was making garlic and herb biscuits to go with the lasagne;
a favourite of her son's and her own.
Levi tried to quietly open the can, but it still cracked loudly and hissed and
he winced. His fingers were trembling ever so subtly with nerves. He'd never
felt like such an outsider in his own house. Carla was certainly an
intimidating woman, especially since she held the power to keep Eren from him.
He lifted the can to his mouth and took a hearty gulp of the chilled alcohol
within, pleased for the distraction. Maybe it would help to calm him the fuck
down. He felt like he was standing on pins.
Carla turned her head at the sound of the beer being cracked and stared at Levi
with one eyebrow raised as if to say 'Seriously?'. She acknowledged that it
wasn't her place to say anything, since Kuchel was his mother and was the one
to give Levi the beer, but it surprised her none the less. Carla pulled Eren
even closer to her.

"So Kuchel, did you hear what happened at school today?
Look at my poor baby’s face!" said Carla, holding Eren by the chin and turning
his face towards the light to show off his shiner. 

"Mom, that hurts," said
Eren, muffled because his mom was pinching his cheeks together.
Levi averted his gaze and slowly set the can back onto the table, shifting his
weight uncomfortably. His mother wasn't even paying attention, completely
missing the almost scathing look that Eren's mother had shot him. His brows
furrowed. Was he supposed to pretend to be anything, but what he was? This was
their house and in their house, Levi was just as much of an adult as his
mother. He could drink a damn beer if he wanted. It wasn't like he was going to
get fall down drunk and puke on her expensive shoes or anything. Anxiety raised
his hackles further and the subsequent mentioning of the events earlier in the
day had him stiffening, muscles going rigid with apprehension.
He hadn't yet talked to his mother about dropping out...
Kuchel was shaping the dough into balls and placing them into a greased muffin
tray as she listened to Carla's words, smiling easily. She glanced from her
work with the biscuits at the older woman, "Oh, I had wondered what had
happened to his beautiful face. I was so busy getting ready for dinner that I
didn't get a chance to talk with Levi when he came home from school," she
replied, her gaze flickering to her son in question for just a moment and she
frowned at the apprehension she saw in his expression.
"One of Eren's best friends punched him the face! Isn't that shocking?" said
Carla, throwing a glance in Levi's direction to say she already knew what had
happened.
Carla sighed. "To be honest, Eren hasn't always been the angel he is now-"
"Don't tell her about that," interrupted Eren in mortification, "She doesn't
need to know. It's over. This was an accident."
"Shhh sweetie, I'm trying to talk," Carla patronized, putting her arm around
Eren. "Where was I? Oh yes... Eren used to be a fighter. He'd come home from
school every day black and blue."
Eren put his face in his hands as Carla squeezed his shoulders.
"Quite the brawler this one was. We had him in therapy for so long. Eventually
he grew up, and stopped all that nonsense," Carla said, looking proudly down on
her son. "I wonder what caused him to go back on his progress." She caught
Levi's eye and held it.
"I already told you," whined Eren with a small stomp of his foot, "You know how
much of an ass Jean can be. It's all his fault."
"That is true," said Carla with a finger on her chin in contemplation. "You
know, if you hadn't known him since you were a baby, I'd want you to stop
hanging out with him. Getting a DUI last month and punching you in the face
doesn't sound like best friend material."
Levi met Carla's gaze almost defiantly. He wasn't sorry for what he'd done,
though he was sorry Eren had gotten caught in the crossfire. He coughed into
his shoulder in order to break the stare and took another sip of his beer just
for an excuse not to look back at her again. It was clear she was displeased
with his perceived influence on Eren.. She obviously knew the story already and
he wasn't sure how he felt about her quite possibly breaking the news to his
mother in his place.
"Oh my, how on earth did he accidentally punch you? Were you boys rough housing
or something?" Kuchel asked, looking between Carla and Eren before she glanced
back at Levi.
"It was my fault Mami... I got into a fight with Jean... Eren was just trying
to break us up before anyone got hurt," Levi finally spoke, his tone quiet and
a little guilty for having to explain in front of their guests, particularly
the woman he was supposed to be impressing, which he was becoming certain was
an impossibility as the evening wore on. He looked at Eren from beneath his
lashes, wishing he could just go for a walk, take the other teen with him and
get out of the oppressive atmosphere he felt in the kitchen, though it seemed
he was the only one feeling it.
Kuchel blinked at him from where she was bent, putting the biscuits on the
second shelf of the oven over the lasagne already cooking on the bottom shelf.
She straightened up, closing the oven door and wiping her hands on her apron,
looking thoughtful for a few moments, her brows pinching together in concern.
"Scumpule, it's only the second day at school... You don't usually pick fights.
What could that boy have said to make you so upset, hm? Certainly, it wasn't
those silly rumours again?" she questioned, her gaze directed at her son, not
angry, but a little worried. Levi didn't generally start fights, though he had
a smart mouth that got him into trouble more often than not; luckily when he
did, she at least knew he could hold his own.
The younger Romani averted his gaze and he shifted on his feet in discomfort.
"No, it wasn't that Mami..." he replied just as quietly, reluctant to tell her
the reason it had happened, made worse by the fact that the whole conversation
was taking place in front of Eren's mother. He ran a hand through his hair and
looked down at his other hand curled tightly around the beer can.
"Hmm," Carla hummed to herself once more, feeling more respect for the young
man because he’d told the truth. "Don't be too hard on him Kuchel. Boys will be
boys. I have known Jean Kirstein a long time.. The boy is an ass. He has the
potential to be a good kid. But he's a little lost."
"Yes, that is true, I suppose," Kuchel agreed and Levi looked between the two
women, surprised by Carla's response, considering how she'd been looking at him
before he'd said anything. He felt a little pride well in his chest. Maybe
whatever she hated about him could be changed if she got to know him better, he
just had to figure out exactly what that was.
Kuchel stepped over to place her hand on his shoulder and gave it a little
squeeze, "I trust my boy to make good decisions and take his lumps when he's
due them. It's how I raised him, though it certainly may have gotten him into a
few scrapes over the years," she said brightly, nudging his hip with her own
and his mouth twitched with a smile in response to his mother's praise. She
wasn't going to be happy to hear that he had dropped out of school, but as long
as he took responsibility, she would forgive him. He wouldn't disappoint her
either; he'd get his GED instead. It would make her happy.
"Um, I think I'll just keep my distance from Jean and the others; it's probably
better that way. Eren seems like a good friend and really, all I need is one,"
Levi said, looking over at the other boy fondly.
Eren smiled at him brightly, his good eye sparkling under the kitchen light.
"Yes well," said Carla, cold gaze returning, "Perhaps." She turned to Kuchel,
"All this relationship talk has reminded me, Kuchel. I haven't come here just
for dinner, although it has been quite lovely."
Levi pursed his lips as her gaze turned frigid again. What had he said wrong?
An inaudible sigh passed his lips and he slouched a bit under his mother's
hand. She gave his shoulder a supportive squeeze before she released him in
order to collect the required dishes for the dinner that would be ready in the
next half hour or so, pausing when Carla addressed her again, blinking
curiously.
"Oh? If it's about the secret ingredients in the anti-aging lotion, I'm afraid
I'm going to have to disappoint you," she said cheekily, casting a grin at the
older woman, though she was obviously interested in whatever it actually was
that Carla was after.
Levi moved to take over setting the table when his mother was distracted,
collecting the plates and cutlery silently and setting them out on the table in
front of the chairs, listening, but not saying anything else. Obviously, Eren's
mother was more interested in getting to know his mom than she was to know
anything about him which filled him with trepidation and disappointment. This
first meeting really wasn't turning in his favour at all.
As he set his plate down in front of his usual seat, he looked at Eren, trying
to catch his eye. If their moms were going to talk business and bond, maybe
they could at least have their own conversation. He felt like he was going to
suffocate and Eren was the best distraction he had available at the moment. He
really wanted to bolt, to go lock himself in his room or take off outside and
escape, but he knew that either option wasn't likely to help his situation in
the slightest.
"No no no," Carla said, scoffing. "I have a proposition for you actually. I've
been working on this idea for a long time, but I've never had the means to
implement it until you moved to town." Carla begun to tap a toed heel as she
inspected the younger mother. 

"If you haven't already guessed, I'm not the
most crafty person there is. I'm damn good at business and at making money, but
try and get me to sew or cook and you will be screwed. You see, this town has a
rich agricultural background with the organic farms that surround it. I want
you to help me run a farmer’s market. It wouldn't be for free, of course. You
would have a salary as a worker for the county. You could even have your own
stall to sell your products. I need someone with your expertise to figure out
how this would work and how to get quality vendors to come to town to sell
things."
Kuchel's brows raised with surprise and she clasped her hands together, leaning
forward a bit, clearly flattered by the offer. "That... Well that would be
amazing, but are you sure? I've never been in charge of something so large. I
certainly know my way around a garden and I'm sure I could persuade vendors,
but well... No, you know what, that would be wonderful. Maybe we can actually
settle down here with something like that. I've always wanted to settle
somewhere; this would be the perfect opportunity. And we could certainly use
the extra money," she said brightly, excitement growing in her voice.
Levi's eyes went wide as well and he made a soft sound in the back of his
throat that went unnoticed by the two women, clearly not having expected Eren's
mother to make such an offer in the first place. Looking at his mother from his
peripheral vision and hearing her excitement, he knew she was set on doing it.
She would be good at it too and he was entirely happy for her, but he felt like
he was somehow a burden to her in this, like he was a blemish that Carla would
rather not have any more interaction with than necessary, obviously only
interested in furthering her relationship with his mother and likely keeping
Eren as far away from his corrupt influence as possible.
"I have the papers drawn up in my SUV. We can talk about the details after we
finish eating supper. It smells positively divine, Kuchel. You must give my
house keeper the recipe, since I will just fuck it up," said Carla as she sat
at the made dining table.


"Yeah it does smell great, Mrs. Ackerman. How about you just adopt me and I
can live here and get fat?" joked Eren, sitting at the spot Levi pulled out for
him.


It was only for a fraction of a second, but Carla froze before she plastered
a fake smile on her face and said, "Kuchel is a busy woman. You've already
bothered her enough this week, sweetie. You should be spending more time at
home."
Levi grimaced; he could practically taste the disdain Carla had for the idea,
made in jest or not. It was obvious she wanted her son spending as little time
at the Romani's house as possible and not because she thought it was beneath
them or any such thing, but because it was a house Levi lived in. He knew right
then with immediate certainty as his mother served them plates filled with
steaming lasagne and warm biscuits that he had lost. Eren was going to decide
that Levi wasn't worth it because his mother didn't like him. Eren had said as
much before and it was so damn obvious that Carla did not like him at all.
Kuchel laughed and waved off the comments, "Oh no, it's perfectly fine, the
both of you are welcome anytime," she said as she set Levi's plate down last
after serving Eren and his mother and herself before she sat down, eyes
sparkling with warmth, excited and eager to get into the new endeavour Carla
had offered. "Dig in, you all must be starving."
Levi stared hard at his plate and barely touched the food on it at all, fairly
certain he couldn't swallow anything around the lump that had formed in his
throat and even if he could, the nausea that was rolling in his gut made him
lose whatever appetite he might have had previously. It was already over and it
had just barely begun...
"Scumpule, are you alright? You've barely touched your food," Kuchel's voice
broke through his thoughts and he shook his head.
"I'm not very hungry Mami... I think, if you'll excuse me, I need to get some
air," he excused, not looking up.
She laid a hand on the back of one of his lightly, concern in the gesture.
"Alright, maybe you'll feel better after. If not, I will make you some ginger
tea," she said and he nodded as he stood up and turned away from the table to
escape outside into the waning light of dusk.
Kuchel watched him go before she turned her attention back to her guests, "I'm
sorry, he must not be feeling well; it's not like him," she apologized
sincerely, brows still pinched a little with worry.
When dinner was over Carla said "Eren could you help Kuchel with the dishes? I
need to grab all that paperwork."
She made her way out of the house, and found Levi not too far away, sitting on
the back bumper of their old car.
"Did you know that Mikasa, Eren's older sister, was adopted, Levi?" said Carla,
standing beside the young man and looking up at the stars with crossed arms.
Levi was looking at his feet, elbows resting against the trunk of the car,
tense as Carla approached him.
"No... I didn't know... I don't really know a lot about Eren yet," he answered
softly, glancing at the woman from under his lashes, trying to discern what she
was getting at.
"Doctors said there was no way I could have children. But Eren... He was my
miracle baby," she said with a bright smile, eyes still on the sky above. "You
know, I was so excited when I heard you guys were coming to town. I thought
Eren needed some... Diversity in his life. He needed more than the bleached
elite faces he's always known." Carla shifted from foot to foot.
"But then he came home with a hickey on his neck after spending the afternoon
at your house," Carla said, moving her gaze to stare into Levi's. "Now before
you get the wrong idea, I’m not a bigot. I would love Eren no matter his
sexuality. For a long time I almost thought he could be aromatic. He never
showed interest in any sort of romantic relationship. But then... You came to
town."
Carla looked back to the sky. "I was happy that my son was happy. Until today
when I got a call saying that my precious miracle baby was in the hospital
because he was defending you."
She turned to Levi again, glaring daggers at him, expression full of venom. "He
could have lost his eye. He could have had permanent brain damage smacking his
head on the cement like that."
She leaned closer so that she was nose to nose with Levi. "If you are to be my
son’s partner, you are supposed to protect him."
Levi's fists clenched at his sides, jaw twitching as he bit the inside of his
cheek hard and met her stare. What was he supposed to say? How could he have
possibly known that Eren would be hurt? Of course he would protect Eren, but he
couldn't control the other boy's decisions. Eren had chosen to get involved and
Levi hadn't even had the chance to tell him to stay out of it.
"You don't have to worry Mrs. Jaeger, there won't be anymore fights at school,"
he gritted, looking to the side, "And I don't think Eren will want to see me
anymore anyways after tonight. You don't like me... You think I let him get
hurt as if I could have stopped it from happening. I would protect him always,
but I'm only human." He shifted uncomfortably, the muscles in his forearms and
back flexing with tension.
"That's the other problem I have," she said straightening her posture. "I know
you're only human. I could have forgiven you for Eren getting hurt. It was out
of your control. I'm a practical woman, Levi. What works against you is that
you dropped out of school."
"Eren is a straight A student. He won't be dragged down by someone who has no
aspiration for anything. I will not allow my son to be dragged down by anyone."
Carla looked down at Levi with a sad smile. "You are jaded at such a young age.
You think the world is out to get you. Well it is. If you give it the chance,
it will drown you. Eren will not be with someone who cannot take responsibility
for his own actions and fight back to fulfill his own potential."
Taking a deep breath to calm down, Carla put her hand gently on Levi's shoulder
and gave him a small smile. "Your coffin isn't nailed yet. Eren has no idea
about my... apprehension. Prove yourself to me and I will not say a thing
against your relationship. Prove that you are good enough for my miracle Levi,
and I will allow you to continue seeing him," she said as she removed her hand
and lifted her chin to look down on him. "Can you do that or will you give up
before you even try?"
Levi growled under his breath and moved to run his hand through his hair,
narrowing his gaze at the woman. How was he supposed to even do that? She
didn't even know anything about him or his aspirations in life.
"I'm not a coward," he replied lowly, inhaling a breath through his nose and
pushing himself up straighter on the trunk of the car, "No offense Mrs. Jaeger,
but you don't know anything about me... If Eren still wants me, then I'll do
whatever I have to... I always own up to my mistakes and take responsibility
for my actions. I shouldn't have to prove anything to you... But I will, for
him." His stomach felt heavy and knotted and he could feel tremors through his
body along with goosebumps on his skin. He seriously doubted the woman would
change her mind about him, but if Eren decided he still wanted whatever it was
between them, then Levi would at least attempt to prove her wrong. He didn't
even know why it mattered that much; he'd barely known Eren a week. Sure,
they'd messed around a bit, but Levi wasn't a stranger to that sort of thing;
it was the feeling of belonging that made him want to fight for the other teen.
Eren made him feel equal and that was something Levi had little experience with
outside his own home.
"Hm," Carla hummed, looking back at the stars. "Do what you can. Treat my boy
right. Make something of yourself. I'll be watching." 

She turned her back on
Levi and started walking to her SUV when she paused. "I definitely won't make
it easy on you. Eren will have a stricter curfew, and he will text me when you
are hanging out and what you will be doing while hanging out. The two of you
will not be doing anything that may jeopardize his future. No alcohol. No
drugs. Not even a cigarette will be smoked by Eren. Use protection. And if you
think you can do things behind my back... Well, I know everything that happens
in this town. Don't test me Levi." 

With that she walked the rest of the way
to her vehicle and started rummaging in the back seat. "Come grab this box for
your mom. It has all the paperwork. She can go over it with my lawyer another
day; I'll pay of course. I'm gonna be talking with Kuchel for a while, so you
and Eren may do whatever until we are finished."
Levi gave one curt nod in response to her threat. Did she believe Eren was a
fucking saint or something? He'd already accepted pot and alcohol, even
propositioned Levi to deal to him, for fuck's sake and he'd been the one to
instigate what had happened the last time Eren was over. How the hell was he
supposed to keep Eren from doing that shit? But he kept silent. She wouldn't
listen anyway and at least she wasn't forbidding him from pursuing Eren, at
least for the moment. He'd attempt to follow her rules, but he wasn't going to
refuse Eren anything if the other boy wanted it and he could provide it.
He followed her to her car and hefted the box into his arms before they went
back inside the house. He set the box on the cleared table and took a step back
towards the door outside, hovering awkwardly, silver gaze settling on his
mother and Eren.
Kuchel was at the sink with Eren next to her, his hand stretched palm up in
hers as she told him his future in a quiet voice, one of her fingertips mapping
the lines of his palm.
She spared Levi and Carla a glance and a smile before she went back to looking
closely at Eren's hand to finish his reading before she let him go so that Levi
could whisk him away.
"Your mom is so cool," said Eren dreamily as Levi took him by the arm and led
him back outside. "I guess my mom cornered you. She seems to like you though.
Well, at least she hasn't said anything. So we are good," said Eren, squeezing
Levi's hand as Levi pulled him out to the woods away from the house where Carla
made it hard for anyone to breathe.
Levi squeezed Eren's hand back , "Yeah, we're good," he agreed, tugging Eren
into the trees, glancing back to make sure they couldn't be seen from the
windows of the house and pulled Eren into his arms, holding him tightly.
"You've no idea how badly I've wanted to do this all night. Your mom said we
can hang out while she talks with Mami about that market thing, so I thought,
well I guess we could have gone into my room, but I just kinda wanted you all
to myself for little bit," he rambled, feeling self-conscious and a bit
embarrassed admitting it out loud, but he honestly needed to remind himself
just what it was that he was willing to put up with Carla's expectations for;
Eren was worth it. He felt like he had lied to Eren somehow by not telling him
what his mother had said, but he didn't want to make him upset and he hadn't
really lied in what he'd said; they were good, for now, so long as Levi didn't
fuck up too badly.
Eren giggled and kissed Levi's neck. "Well, we better enjoy it. I’m pretty much
grounded until my concussion is better. For fighting. My mom can be so damn
strict sometimes, it's suffocating." Eren hugged Levi tightly enjoying the
other boy’s presence and running his hands up and down Levi's back. It was
obvious Levi was upset about something... If he didn't want to talk about it,
Eren wouldn't make him, but he would be there for him.
"I told you I'm not allowed to drive... But my mom will be over a lot to see
Kuchel. I can come with her. Or I could bus here. It'll take a while, but it'll
be worth it."
Eren lifted his head and gave Levi a smooch, only getting half of Levi's mouth.
He still wasn't good at the whole intimacy thing, but he was trying.
Levi smiled at Eren's attempt to kiss him and slid his hands up the other boy's
sides, turning him and pressing him back against the thick trunk of the nearest
tree and leaning up to properly kiss him. It was a lingering kiss and Levi felt
better for it. Eren was definitely worth all this shit.
He pulled back slowly from the kiss, but kept Eren against the tree, feeling
safer for the fact that there was no way anyone could spy on them the way they
were at the moment. It was dark, but the moon was large and bright and the
dappled light filtering through the tree's branches was enough for him to see
the other teen. "I'd like that... If you'd come... I want to know you comoară,"
he said, eyes glittering under his dark lashes and reflecting the starlight
ethereally in the mercury depths as he looked at Eren and he meant it.
Between Eren's words, he kissed Levi aggressively. "You... Always... Call...
Me... That... But... No... One... Will... Tell... Me... What... It... Means..."
As he continued, the kisses grew deeper until Eren turned his head and ran his
open lips over Levi's, tasting the boy. When he broke the kiss, he was blushing
up at Levi from where he leaned breathless against the tree. "I don't know what
it is about you. I've never wanted to do this with anyone else. You were the
first person I even attempted to flirt with."
Eren covered his face with his hands. "I don't even know what I was thinking.
How could I hit on someone who was being harassed by my own friends? I'm
surprised you didn't punch me."
Levi hummed gutturally into the increasingly intimate kisses, licking his lips
when the other boy pulled back to speak more. He squeezed Eren's sides lightly
in assurance, watching him cover his face in embarrassment.
"Beats me... But I'm not complaining. There's something about you too
comoară... I can feel you here," he said quietly, taking one of Eren's hands
and drawing it away from his face to press it against the left side of his
chest where his heart was pounding hard, racing like he was afraid, but he felt
invincible. "I've never felt like this before... That's why I call you
comoară... You're my treasure, Eren."
Eren blushed even darker, the tips of his ears turning red, and it spread down
his neck and past the collar of his grey t-shirt. Not knowing what to say to
that piece of information, Eren pulled Levi close and attacked his mouth. He
tried to kiss his feelings into the other boy; pour all his emotions into this
one bruising kiss. While his mouth moved against Levi's, he started to paw all
over the other boy’s body, wanting to feel every inch of Levi once again. He
felt his neck, shoulders, pecs and abs. He even reached around to slide his
hands over Levi's perky little ass, displayed perfectly in ripped jeans.
Finally, Eren knew what he wanted to say.
Ripping his mouth away from Levi, he said in a rush before he lost his nerve,
"Willyougooutwithme… Willyoubemyboyfriend... Please..." Eren bit his lip and
closed his eyes, waiting for an answer.
Levi lolled his head onto his shoulder, watching Eren from beneath heavy lids,
heat swimming in the hazy depths, a devilish curl to the corner of his lips. "I
already said I'd be your everything," he said, voice low and husky with just a
thread of teasing in the undertones as he pressed himself against Eren, sliding
his hands down his sides and resting them on the brunette's hips, massaging
with light pressure.
“You did," said Eren as he nosed his way to the flesh behind Levi's ear. "But
that was sexual. I want you to be mine. I want it all," he said before he
sucked a small purple mark on Levi's delicate skin. He looked back at Levi with
one blazing green eye, "Am I being too greedy? I know I'm pretty...
Inexperienced. And I don't know how you feel about dating and relationships...
I was too afraid to ask." He rubbed his nose against Levi's, breathing against
Levi's mouth, almost close enough to be kissing. "But I want you more than I'm
afraid of you saying no."
"I'm already yours comoară. You're my treasure, how could I not want to keep
you? Gods know, you're way too good for me, but I don't care... If you say you
want me, who am I to argue?" he murmured, breathing Eren's breath and staring
at him with honest intensity. His fingers slipped just under the hem of Eren's
shirt, caressing against the soft skin of his lower back, pressing into the
subtle indents over his rear and he pressed in to kiss Eren again, pushing his
tongue into the willing mouth and moaning into it, unconsciously drawing Eren's
body as close as physically possible, their torsos to their thighs pressed
flush against one another.
Moaning into Levi's lips, Eren instinctively rolled his hips into the other
boy’s, seeking out friction for his swelling member. "So good," he whispered
against Levi's lips before he dove in again, pushing against Levi's tongue with
his own. It felt like fireworks. When they broke apart, Eren's lips were
swollen and glistening. "I don't know if we should go any f-further. I can't
resist you. It's impossible." Without thinking of the consequences, Eren said
against Levi's mouth, "When are we gonna have sex?"
The dark-haired Romani breathed heavily against Eren's mouth, grinding back
against the eager press of Eren's pelvis against his own, mirrored hardness
desperate for friction. He shivered and pressed his palms flat against Eren's
lower back, fingers curving down over his pert rear, thumbs caressing on either
side of his tailbone. "Nn, not right now comoară... When it's right... I'll
have you..." he pressed kisses to the slick lips against his own between his
words before he was trailing his own lips further, mapping a warm trail of open
mouthed kisses along Eren's jaw up to the soft skin under his ear before he
wound his tongue down to the base of the other boy's neck only to suck a mark
onto the skin where his neck met his shoulder, worrying the flesh between his
teeth before soothing his tongue over it.
"Hah... You taste so good comoară; I'm addicted," he breathed over the damp
skin, lips brushing against the fresh mark ticklishly with his near whispered
words. He bucked his hips roughly, pinning Eren back against the harsh bark of
the tree, rather enjoying their heavy petting, but not intending to take it too
far. He didn't want Eren to think it was all he was after even if the other
teen was the one to instigate it in the first place.
"Eren," Carla's voice floated into the trees, "It's late. Time to go."


Eren flinched so hard hearing his mother’s voice, he smacked his face into
Levi's. "Fuck, ow," he said, holding his mouth. He ducked out of Levi's grasp
and started to pace, staring down at his clearly hard dick and chanting, "Go
down go down go down." A little louder he called, "I'm coming, just give me a
minute." Eren turned his panicked face to Levi, "What do I do?" he whispered
harshly.
Levi watched Eren pace a moment, rubbing the sting from where Eren's face had
impacted his cheek before he stepped over to the boy. "Calm down comoară, I'll
show you," he said huskily before he reached out, one hand bracing against
Eren’s hip as he wriggled his other down the front of his pants and gently
maneuvered his hard on up into the waistband so that it wouldn't be so obvious,
removing his hand immediately after and adjusting the other teen's shirt for
him.
He looked him over before his eyes focused back on Eren's shadowed face and his
lips curled into a wicked grin, "She'll never know," he assured, tiptoeing to
place a chaste kiss on slack lips before pulling away and grabbing one of
Eren's hands to lead him out of the wood, adjusting his own erection with his
other hand just to be safe.
Eren held in a squeak at the feel of Levi's cold hand on his dick. He wished it
would stay there. But that wasn't going to happen. Not tonight.
Kuchel and Carla were standing in front of the white Cadillac. Kuchel was
smiling wickedly at the sight of the two boys, but Carla narrowed her eyes and
continued to tap her heel impatiently.
"C’mon c’mon. I want to watch my show before bed," snapped Carla as she got
into the driver’s seat, already having said her goodbyes to Kuchel as the boys
dawdled.
"Wait," Eren said scrambling into the backseat then hopping back out. He raced
over to Levi and put a little box in his hand and he gave the other boy a smile
before he jumped into the front seat of the SUV next to his mother.
Rolling down the window, Eren waved at Levi until they couldn't see each other
anymore.
Levi waved back, holding the little box in his other hand tightly as his mother
stepped up and put an arm around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Feeling better scumpule?" she asked with a knowing smile on her plump lips. He
nodded as he looked down at the box Eren had given him curiously. His mother
followed his gaze, giving him a little squeeze before she let him go entirely
to open the screen door, holding it for him when he followed her inside, still
holding the little gift like it was something fragile and precious even though
he hadn't looked inside it yet.
He let his mother sit him down at the kitchen table and reheat him some dinner
and he ate it while staring at the little box set on the table top. Kuchel
watched him with affection; her boy was completely taken with his comoară and
she couldn't be more ecstatic. It had been a long time since things had been so
good for them and Levi deserved to fall in love now that they were settling in
the town. She didn't say anything as she simply watched him and sipped at a
steaming mug of tea.
When he'd finished eating, he'd washed his dishes mechanically, glancing over
his shoulder every few moments as if to be sure the box hadn't disappeared and
spared only a second or two to bid his mother goodnight, pecking her on the
cheek before he scooped up the gift and went into his bedroom.
He sat cross legged on his bed and stared at the box in his hands for several
long moments, stomach fluttering nervously as shaky fingers finally moved to
open it and see what Eren had given him.
Inside was an old iPhone four along with a little apple manual. Underneath the
phone was a note; 


Dear Levi,

Since I'm grounded, and you aren't going to school anymore, I figured I would
need a way to reach you. So I decided to give you one of my old phones. If you
aren't cool with phones, you can throw it out or whatever. Just turn it on and
my number is the only one in it. With birthday money, I prepaid for a plan for
the whole year. You better text me if you decide to use it. 

Eren <3
Levi held the phone in one hand and scanned over the note in his other,
chuckling softly before he pressed the power button, flopping back onto his
mattress while his new phone booted up. Of course he would use it. It was a way
to stay connected with Eren even when they weren't together.
When the phone flickered to life fully, he scrolled and tapped until he found
the contacts and immediately selected the only one there.
He was slow in typing his message, more so because he had to consider carefully
what he wanted to say to the other boy.
Levi: Comoară,
Thank you for giving me a way... It means a lot to me, more than you know. I
want to see you again already and you've only just gone. I'm going to miss
seeing you everyday, but at least now I will be able to talk to you. I still
want to know you... Maybe this way, I'll be able to since we can't seem to stop
kissing long enough to actually talk when we're together. Not that I'm
complaining... I could kiss you until I ran out of breath... It'd be worth
suffocating...
I'll be looking forward to learning all your secrets... And missing your
kiss...
Eren texted back almost immediately, startling Levi with the loud ring.
Eren: you want to kno more bout me?
1.my favourite color is blue
2. My favourite place in the whole world is the ocean or your arms.
3. I want to be the bottom when we have sex for the first time.
Levi actually laughed out loud upon reading Eren's immediate response and typed
back while smiling, his face lit up in the dark of his room by the phone in his
hold.
Levi:1. My favourite colour is the colour the sky turns right before the sun
comes up.
2. I don't have a favourite place yet, but I'm thinking it's going to be in
your heart.
3. I don't only want to be your first, but your last as well.
He sent the message before he could think better of it or let his embarrassment
over the admission force him to delete it all. And he held his breath and
closed his eyes as he waited for Eren's response.
Eren: how about instead of my first and my last... Ur my only?
Levi felt the heat in the back of his neck and a tightness in his chest as his
heart raced.
Levi: Comoară, if it means I can keep you forever, I'll be anything you want.
Eren: do u think I'll die from bein 2 happy?
Levi smiled broadly, giddy butterflies fluttering around in gut and he shook
his head a little at how sappy the two of them were, but more so because he
couldn't believe how genuinely good it made him feel. They'd only known each
other such a short time, yet he could not deny how much he felt Eren. The more
times he saw him, kissed him, touched his skin and listened to his voice, the
stronger the feeling grew inside him. That something about Eren that drew him
in magnetic and impossible to combat burrowed further within and made a home
for itself in the deepest parts of himself, places that he kept hidden where
they were safe. But they were vulnerable to Eren and he should be scared for
that and he was. But knowing he could have Eren brought him such elation and a
sense of comfort he'd never before experienced that he could easily ignore his
insecurities just for a little while. He even forgot about what Eren's mother
had said.
Levi: If that's the case, I must be dead because this has to be heaven. I feel
like an idiot, but I can't stop smiling.
Eren: akdhfjrjejejnejejjrjrniwkkenenhr. You are fucking amazing. I wish you
were here right now. But I'm falling asleep. Talk to you tomorrow?
Levi hummed, smile still fixed on his mouth, though softened now from the face
splitting grin it had been. He made himself comfortable in his bed, curling up
on his side and blowing out the candle that had been burning next to him before
he returned to the phone's screen, squinting a bit at the brightness in the now
complete darkness of his bedroom.
Levi: I'm going to sleep now too. I'll imagine you're in my arms and dream of
your lips... Noapte buna comoară. Until tomorrow.

Mami-mommy
Scumpule-darling
comoară-Love/ treasure/ precious
domniţă-princess
tată - father Dragule - sweetheart Dracu- fuck
Naiba- shit
bucată nemernic de rahat- piece of shit asshole
Ești mort- you're dead
Curvă dracului- fucking whore
noapte buna- Goodnight
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***** Because I Want You *****
Eren: LEVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! Levi Levi Levi Levi. Guess who can drive
again?!?!
Levi jumped when the phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out to look at
the message Eren had sent, a little grin quirking up the corner of his lips.
Levi: Does that mean you'll be able to make it on time for the party tonight?
Eren smiled down at his phone. It had been a week since he gave Levi the phone
and the other boy invited him to his Halloween party. Levi had explained how it
was a Pagan holiday... And how a lot of his friends and family would be there.
So Eren was excited and nervous.
Eren: can I come now? I can help with stuff.
Levi shook his head, wiping his hands on a rag before he typed a response.
Levi: You don't have to ask comoară. You're always welcome anytime.
Eren: I can be your slave. Do anything for my lovely master ;)
Levi chuckled upon reading the next message, tucking the corner of the rag into
his back pocket as he responded with his other hand, getting a lot quicker and
better at texting since he'd been doing it all week.
Levi: I like that... And if you disobey my orders, I'll just have to punish
you, yeah?
He was on the back porch, having swept and wiped down the surfaces already. His
mother was inside preparing food and drinks and cleaning out the cupboards,
preparing for the upcoming celebration of the holiday. Soon enough, all the
lamps and candles would be put out in the house and they'd light the fire pit
Levi’d been building up all week in the backyard.
He'd just finished painting the screen door bright red as his mother had asked
him to, shirtless as it was still warm for the fall season and he'd been
labouring outside all day, chopping wood and cleaning, painting and clearing
brush so that there was space enough for the guests they were expecting. He
could hear music playing in the house and his mother's singing over it and he
hummed along as he rinsed the paintbrush he'd been using and closed the can up
once again. He put both in the wooden chest next to the door and moved on to
the next chore on his list, setting up the hammock between the two large willow
trees at the side of their yard.
Levi: You'd better haul ass domniţă, you shouldn't keep your master waiting.
By the time Eren arrived, Levi was lounging in the hammock with his eyes
closed, barefoot and topless, a sheen of sweat on his inked skin, his usual
bracelets replaced with several thick braided leather ones instead and the
necklace he usually wore had been replaced with a braided hemp one with several
tiny aquamarine gems woven into it that fit snugly around his neck.
"Well aren't you a pretty picture," observed Eren as he walked up to Levi. He
pulled out his phone and snapped a couple pictures of Levi. Levi opened his
eyes to glare at Eren when he heard the the camera sound, but was too lazy to
attempt stopping the other boy. Eren just gave him a crooked smirk in response
and snapped a few more. "You are now my phone background."
"Mm, come lay with me for a minute," Levi murmured, reaching out a hand lazily
towards the other teen and pulling him into the hammock with him, shifting so
that there was room enough for them both in the pouched fabric and drawing Eren
against his chest, inhaling deeply, "I've missed you this week. Are you ready
for tonight?"
Eren nuzzled his face into Levi's chest and began to trace the other boy's
tattoos with his index finger. "I'm excited. And nervous. And you'll probably
think my costume is stupid."
Levi brushed his fingers up and down Eren's back, shivering a little in
response to the ticklish feeling of Eren's finger tracing the thick lines of
ink on his bare skin. "Why would I think that?"
"Well..." said Eren, hiding his face in Levi's chest shyly, "You said you were
going as a wolf... So... I got a red cape to be your little red riding hood."
Eren chuckled nervously before he murmured, "It seemed like a good idea at the
time..."
Levi had his eyes closed again, but a wicked little smirk formed on his mouth
as he listened to Eren's words. "I'm sure you'll look delicious," he murmured
huskily, palming Eren's lower back, fingertips teasingly caressing the soft
swell of his ass. "Mm, you're mother knows you're spending the night, right?"
he asked after a second, as if he'd only just remembered.
Eren heaved a huge sigh. "Yessss," he hissed. "I seriously fought her on this
ever since you told me about your party. I'm allowed to stay over, but I’m not
allowed to sleep with you in your room. So I guess I get the couch." Eren
rolled to lay directly on top of Levi and gave him a sly smile. "I guess we
better get in all the cuddling we can before we have to go to sleep tonight."
Levi's hands instinctively moved to hold Eren's hips as the other boy rolled on
top of him and he hummed appreciatively beneath the press of Eren's warm body.
"At least you're allowed to stay comoară. I was afraid she would give you
another curfew. I want to show you how my people celebrate the holiday. She
should be happy; you're experiencing cultural diversity first hand," Levi said
with a cheeky grin, squeezing Eren's hips and rolling his own up against him
teasingly, "Mm, I'd certainly be happy for some of that cuddling right now
though. My lips have been lonely."
"Have they now?" Eren said with a crooked smile. He wiggled his hips so that
Levi would open his legs and he could settle his body comfortably.
Reaching up, Eren gave Levi an open mouthed kiss and then nibbled on the other
boy’s bottom lip. "You were the one that said we shouldn't just make out when
we are together."
Achingly slow, Eren rolled his hips into Levi's. "I’m not complaining though.
I'm pretty much addicted to kissing you," he said, staring at Levi's lips as he
bit his own.
"Mmn, that's true, but we've been talking all week. I think a kiss or two is
deserved," Levi’s breath hitched and he pressed into the slow rolling motions
eagerly, hands crawling beneath Eren's shirt to palm at his sides and chest
greedily. "Maybe a little more than just a kiss," he murmured huskily as he
craned his neck to capture the other teen's mouth again.
"Mm!" Eren hummed into Levi's mouth; surprised at the sudden onslaught. He
caught up quickly; turning his head and opening his mouth so that Levi could
explore. 

Opening his eyes in realization he broke the kiss, breathing
heavily. "I said I would help you and your mom though," Eren said with a slight
frown, "Is there anything else we need to do before people start showing up?"
Levi heaved a playful groan when Eren broke the kiss and slouched back into the
hammock, looking up at the frowning boy. "Not really. Mami is just finishing
the food. She's likely near done by now. She'll probably call us once she is
and we'll put out all the lamps and candles and light the fire out back. People
will start showing up anytime now. I wanted you to come early so I could keep
you to myself before they all come and keep you away from me all night," he
replied, sliding his hands up and down the smooth skin on either side of Eren's
spine affectionately.
Eren scoffed. "More like you're gonna ditch me the whole night." He wiggled
some more as he felt Levi's hands rub his back. "Mm," he hummed with closed
eyes and a content smile. "I love it when you touch me. I should just not ever
wear a shirt so that you'll never stop." Eren ran one hand over Levi's chest
and collar bones. "Thank god I worked out a lot before I met you. Gotta be good
eye candy for my man," he said with a crooked grin.
"Tch, do you think a shirt is ever going to stop me?" the other boy murmured in
amusement, making a point of it by caressing his hands over Eren's ribs
appreciatively, shifting his own torso beneath the touch of the brunette's
fingers on his chest and collar. "Mm, feels good when your hands are on me
too... Speaking of eye candy, that's exactly why my family's going to make a
point of keeping me from you all night. They're all gonna know I want to steal
you away and lock us up in my room and they're going to get great amusement in
keeping me from doing just that. S'why I've got to have my fix now," he
explained lowly, grinding his hips up against Eren's again as if to prove his
point.
Eren started to giggle and wiggled on top of Levi to tease him. But then he
heard the sound of footsteps coming towards them. He looked up and saw a guy
and a girl approaching. "I think your guests are arriving. Who are they?" Eren
asked nervously, wanting to hide in Levi's chest.
Levi craned his neck to look at the approaching visitors before flopping back
with a groan, "They're my adopted cousins, Erwin and Petra; their mother
married my uncle when we were just kids. If they're already here, it means
their little brother Marco is too; he's full blooded like me and probably the
most honest Romani you'll ever meet, nothing like those two," he whispered
before he was hurriedly pulling Eren back in for a lingering, sweet kiss before
they would have to move from the comfortable nest of the hammock.
"Oi, you sure work fast cuz. You been here barely three weeks and you already
got yourself a pretty little pereche to warm your lap," Levi growled at Erwin's
taunting tone accompanied by a somewhat nasty snort from the red-headed girl
next to him as they came to stand close to the hammock. Erwin leaned against
the tree by their heads, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, a friendly,
but teasing grin on his lips.
Levi pushed himself up further in the hammock, keeping an arm wrapped around
Eren as he did and cast a glare at the tall blond nineteen year old. Petra
stood a foot or two to the side, one hip cocked to the side and her arms
tightly hugging beneath her breasts, an entirely unimpressed look on her face,
but Levi merely shook his head and ignored her obvious jealousy to instead
introduce his boyfriend. "Eren, this shithead is Erwin, and that bitchy looking
ginger there is Petra," he said with a smirk, gesturing at the two teens, "And
this is Eren, my comoară. Take it easy on him or I swear to the Gods, I will
put hex bags in places you'll never find them."
Eren tried to move away from Levi, but the other boy kept him exactly where he
was. Colour rose to his cheeks and he didn't know what else to do so he said,
"Hi. It's nice to meet you both." Somehow the two standing there made him
feel... Uncomfortable.
The tall blonde smiled charmingly and offered a hand to Eren, "Likewise," he
said with a wink. Levi gave him an unimpressed look to which he only chuckled.
Petra scoffed, "Speak for yourself, I'm not going to kiss anyone's ass just
'cause they're Levi's new flavour of the month," she said rudely followed by a
rapid string of Romanian. Levi went rigid under Eren and gritted his teeth,
twisting abruptly to fix her with a nasty look.
"You don't get to say that... I never promised you anything. You didn't mean
anything," he hissed, followed by Eren's name and several words in Romanian
that made the girl wince and avert her eyes, effectively cowed by whatever Levi
had said. Erwin had a look of amused disbelief on his face as he watched and
listened, gaze flickering to a rather confused and embarrassed Eren
"Fine... Fuck... I'm sorry, Eren. I'm just in a shitty mood," she mumbled,
obviously not sorry in the least, before she turned on her heel and stomped off
to the trailer just as Marco came out. He made a face as he approached the
little group. Levi was sitting up in the hammock, one hand still firmly on
Eren, his other curled over the edge of the taught material.
"Um..." said Eren, looking from Levi to Erwin, "Is everything okay?" Now Eren
was extremely uncomfortable. He tried once again to remove the other teen's
arm, but Levi just held him even tighter. "If I offended her, I should go say
sorry. We shouldn't have been like this when people were coming Levi... It's
rude to your guests." He turned his worried green eyes on Erwin, "I'm sorry
Erwin. I didn't mean to upset your sister."
Erwin actually laughed, "Oh, I like him... He's cute Levi," he said, shooting a
grin at Levi before he turned his gaze back to the apologetic brunette. "You
didn't do anything Eren. She's just mad because you're prettier than her and
she knows she doesn't stand a chance of stealing Levi from you," he said,
waving off Eren's worry and winking at him cheekily.
Levi grumbled and gave Eren a little squeeze, "He's right... And we don't have
to be anything, but what we are Eren. Family aren't guests... Besides, we
weren't doing anything offensive..."
"Nothing shameful about love," said Marco, slipping into the conversation
easily, smiling at everyone warmly before he focused in on Eren, "I'm Marco,"
He leaned in a bit, "I'm the good son." He was grinning when he pulled back
again and Erwin scoffed and shook his head, though he was smiling too.
Eren took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Giving Levi a warm smile, he said
"Okay. If you say it's alright... Then it is. Not like I ever want to stop
cuddling with you. I'm just used to my family where any form of PDA is frowned
upon."
Then he fixed his emerald gaze upon Erwin again. "I am truly sorry your sister
is upset. But if what you say is true then there's nothing to be done. I'm not
giving up Levi." To prove his point, he wrapped his arms around Levi
possessively and gave him a dramatic kiss on the mouth. "You're mine," he
whispered into Levi's ear once he’d broken the lip lock, "She can go to hell if
she wants to take you away."
Still holding on to Levi as tightly as possible, he started to giggle at
Marco’s statement. "You know what Marco? I can tell already that you’re the
nicest. You have the face of an angel with those cute freckles."
Trailing his eyes up and down Marco's body, Eren said, "You know, I have a
friend who would absolutely adore you. Well, if you’re into guys that is." A
frown came across Eren's face as he remembered everything that had happened
with that particular friend recently. "But I’m mad at him right now. So I don't
think I'll introduce you."
Levi shook his head at Marco's cheeky grin and raised an eyebrow at Eren.
"Which friend is that?" he asked curiously, reveling in the possessiveness his
comoară had voiced fiercely. It made warmth spread through his chest.
Marco looked interested too, "That's too bad, I'm even single at the moment,"
he said with a tilt of his head and a little grin, "But, maybe you'll forgive
him before we leave again. Tată said we could stay here awhile. He and stareţă
had to go away on some business. We brought more tea with us too."
Levi hummed in response, not entirely sure how to feel about his cousins taking
up residence with he and his mother for a while, a little weary considering he
was trying to prove himself to Eren's mother and the other teens, though he
loved them and they were family, were the type that trouble always followed.
"Umm..." Eren replied as he ducked his head, "Jean. Marco is exactly his type."
Eren looked up when he felt Levi stiffen. "I just said I wouldn't introduce
them! I know that you don't like Jean very much... But when he's not trying to
show off by being a dick, he's actually a good guy."
"It’s weird though," he continued with a frown. "He said he antagonized you
cause you were taking me away from him... Which doesn't really make any sense.
You and me being in a relationship shouldn't have any affect on him being my
best friend."
Levi looked at Eren incredulously. He was so naive... He shook his head and
gave Eren a squeeze. Erwin was the one that spoke up instead, "Sounds like he's
a little jealous. Probably good for Levi to have a little competition. He
doesn't usually have to work too hard to get what he wants."
Levi frowned, "Don't say shit like that sprâncene. You make me sound like some
kinda manwhore," he snapped at Erwin before turning his gaze back to Eren,
"Which I'm not..." Erwin only laughed and Marco hid a knowing grin behind one
cupped hand.
Kuchel came out onto the porch and cupped her hands around her mouth, "Oi
chickadees, come help put out the lights; it's time to start the fire!"
Levi sat up more, shifting under Eren, steadying him with a hand on his hip so
that they wouldn't fall out of the hammock. "Guess our rest period is over.
Mami is a slave driver," he said jokingly.
"Oh hush, your mom is an angel," teased Eren. He was trying to scramble out of
the hammock and ended up tripping and falling on his back on the ground. "Fuck,
ow," he groaned, then started to giggle.
Levi climbed out after him as Marco offered him a hand up from the ground, both
of them grinning at Eren's entirely ungraceful display.
Levi would have assisted as well, but he found himself immediately enveloped in
thick arms and crushed to a broad chest. He grunted as he was squeezed and
lifted off his feet, pulling a disgusted face when a wet kiss was placed
sloppily on his cheek. "Get the fuck off me you oaf," he complained, voice
hoarse from lack of oxygen as Erwin gave him a back breaking hug before he
finally released him with a chuckle.
"Don't be so stingy, I've missed you. You used to like my kisses once upon a
time," the tall blond whined, clapping the shorter boy on the shoulder roughly.
Levi shrugged him off and scowled as he made a point of wiping off his cheek
with the back of his hand.
"Tch, yeah when I was fourteen and didn't know any better. You took advantage
of my innocence." Erwin didn't look sorry in the least and Levi shook his head.
He stepped over to Eren and Marco and grabbed Eren's hand before he turned
towards the house, perfectly happy to escape the teasing. "C'mon comoară. We
don't have to take shit from him."
Eren frowned next to Marco as he watched the display Erwin made, but didn’t say
anything right away. After Levi took his hand and started leading him away, he
figured he should voice his concern. He leaned over to whisper in Levi's ear,
"Do I seriously have to worry about both of them? I'm kind of getting pissed
off, Levi."
Levi looked at Eren over his shoulder, "No... You have nothing to worry about
comoară. Neither one of them have me like you do," he said, voice sincere and
honest. "Erwin's just trying to fuck with you. He's already engaged and if Mike
were here, he wouldn't dare say any of that shit. And Petra is... She was
hoping for something I can't give her..."
Eren bit his lip, still worried. "What happened between you and Petra? Did you
guys date and then break up?" Petra made Eren nervous. She was pretty and a
Romani like Levi. She could be a way better match for Levi than Eren was.
Tugging on Levi's arm to stop walking, Eren pulled Levi into a anxious hug.
"She's so pretty though and it makes me nervous. I don't want to lose you
Levi."
Levi sighed heavily and wrapped his arms around Eren in return. "I got stupid
drunk last summer and slept with her. She's had this fantasy of marrying me
since we were children and it's worse because it would be supported by the rest
of the family, but I've never wanted her like that. I shouldn't have slept with
her in the first place, but I was drunk and she was persistent," he explained
in a quiet tone, watching over Eren's shoulder as Marco and Erwin wandered back
towards the trailer to collect chairs and little tables to place around the pit
in the back yard. He turned his eyes back to Eren and continued, giving the
other teen a reassuring squeeze, "You've got nothing to worry about, I swear to
you... The family will accept you just as well and even if they didn't, it
wouldn't stop me. I told you comoară, I feel you... Romani believe in fate,
yeah? If I feel you, it's because the gods chose you for me. Mami would say you
are my stea, twin star in the same sky... When we meet, we can become a
constellation or explode on impact... I don't want to destroy or be destroyed
by you Eren; I want to burn next to you forever..."
Breathing in the sweet scent of Levi and calmed by the intensity of his words,
Eren relaxed in his arms. "I don't know if I believe in fate or whatever... But
I'm drawn to you. I've never been drawn to anyone else like this before."
Eren sighed. "I kinda wish I would have gotten some experience before we met.
Lost my virginity so I would know what the hell I'm supposed to do. It must be
annoying that you have to teach me everything."
Levi pulled him in and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, "Eren,
I'm incredibly proud of the fact that you want me to be your only. I'm actually
a little disappointed that I can't say the same of myself. Nothing about you is
annoying comoară. Don't think like that anymore," he said, kissing the other
side of Eren's mouth before he pulled away, looking at the brunette with
affection swimming in the mercury pools of his eyes.
With bright rosey cheeks, Eren gave Levi a small, shy smile. He still wished he
had more experience, but he would keep that to himself.
"I guess we better hurry up and help them set up. We can talk about this stuff
later. I shouldn't have brought it up; it's not really the right place or
time."
With that Eren gave Levi one more kiss and one more squeeze before he let go
and started walking over towards Erwin and Marco who were gesturing for the
brunette to join them.
Levi let him go and stared after him for several long moments before he sighed
again and ran a hand through his hair, chest feeling warm and tight. He shook
his head and turned back to the house, skipping a step in the porch as he made
his way inside to help his mother.

Mami-mommy
Scumpule- darling
comoară-Love/ treasure/ precious
domniţă-princess
dragule- sweetheart tată- father Dracu- fuck
Naiba- shit
bucată nemernic de rahat- piece of shit asshole
Ești mort- you're dead
Curvă dracului- fucking whore
sprâncene- eyebrows
Pereche- boyfriend/ mate
Stareţă- mother
Stea- Lover/ star/ destiny/ fate
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Levi’s mother smiled at him when he came in, the freshly painted screen door
slapping closed behind him and he smiled back at her. She was wearing a tied
skirt that covered her sandal clad feet and billowed with every movement she
made, over a pair of tights with a dark spaghetti strap that showed off the
scrawling inked ivy over her right arm, neck and shoulder. She also wore a
multitude of jingling bangle bracelets with aquamarine charms on them and
several necklaces as well as large hooped earrings and she was holding a pack
of matches in one hand which she offered to Levi.
He took it from her and wedged it in the waistband at the back of his jeans
before he started moving about to blow out candles. "Where's your dragule?" she
asked as she lit more incense in the window sills, filling the house with the
acrid scents of sage and mint with hints of spicy nutmeg and Levi felt relaxed.
"He's went to help my ever so lovely cousins set up the tables and chairs...
Petra doesn't like him," he said idly as he snuffed out the candles on the
coffee table and moved on to the ones in the windows.
"Poor girl; she always did have her heart set on you scumpule... Must hurt to
see you so ensnared by someone else. She'll get over it though and find her own
comoară. You can trust Marco and Erwin to keep an eye on her and your boy," she
replied, now situating apple and hazelnut pastries on a platter from the tray
still set on the stove top.
"They'd better," he said as he came back into the kitchen and snatched one of
the pastries from the tray, avoiding his mother's hand as she tried to smack
his away, giving him a stern look that was completely ruined by the twitch of a
grin on her mouth. He made an appreciative sound as he took a bite, just as she
pushed the tray into his hands along with another holding more baked goods,
biscuits and rolls as well as cheeses and he was forced to hold the pilfered
pastry in his mouth as his punishment. He smiled around it, obviously not
remorseful in the slightest and sauntered back outside with the trays balanced
in his hands, going down the steps and around to the back where a long wooden
table had been set up for the food. There were coolers already situated beneath
it and cups, paper plates and plastic cutlery already set out on the surface at
one end, incense burning in the center.
"Levi!" Eren called, holding two chairs. "We are all finished with the chairs."
Setting them down at the table, he came over to see what Levi had brought out.
"Oh my god, those look delicious. Can we just eat them all right now?" He said,
drooling over the pastries. 

Marco walked past him carrying the last two
chairs. "And by the way I absolutely love Marco. He's fucking adorable. Better
watch out, love, or else you'll have competition," Eren whispered to Levi
jokingly.
Levi swallowed his mouthful and smiled at Eren, offering him the rest of the
pastry he'd already stolen off the tray. He bumped his hip against Eren's. "Mm,
he's adorable now... But you wouldn't believe what he's like with his
partners," he said casually, leaning to whisper behind one pale cupped hand,
"Total sadist."
He grinned broadly and shot his cousin a wink when Marco glared at him,
obviously having overheard what he'd said. He entwined his fingers with Eren's
bringing his hand up to kiss the other boy's knuckles affectionately before he
tugged him towards the monstrous fire pit.
"We light this now since the sun's going down and as people show up, they'll
toss sacrifices into it, like herbs and stuff to honour the Gods and clear the
way for the new year. We already packed it with some sage and apple branches,
and Mami's got some flowers and bird bones inside to be burned too... We'll go
put on our costumes as soon as we've got it going," the dark haired Romani
explained, gesturing at the different branches and tied herbs he'd situated in
the large pit he'd been building on all week. He glanced at Eren as he pulled
the matches from their place tucked at his back and held them out to the other
boy, "You wanna light it?"
Eren swallowed the pastry hastily, almost choking then asked eagerly, "Can I
really?" Levi nodded his head and Eren started to bounce around in excitement.
"This is so cool!" He frowned suddenly as it occurred to him, "I didn't bring
an offering though..."
Levi grinned at him, "S'okay, I got you covered," he said, digging into his
back pocket and pulling out a thick weaved braid of herbs and dried
chrysanthemums, holding it out to Eren, "Light it and toss it into the kindling
in the middle."
"It's so pretty," Eren said, taking the herbs gingerly in his hand. "This will
probably smell amazing when it burns." Lighting a match he set the braid on
fire and threw it in the kindling. Grabbing Levi's arm, he wrapped it around
himself to watch the fire start to take and expand. 

"This all is so amazing.
Your culture is so... Interesting and beautiful."
Levi gave Eren a squeeze around the waist, leaning into him as the flames
licked at the kindling and caught on some of the bundled herbs, the sweet and
spicy scents already beginning to permeate the air.
"It's old is what it is, but I'm happy you want to see how we live, who knows,
might be your culture someday too," he murmured close to Eren's ear.
The reflection of the fire danced across Eren's green eyes as he giggled when
Levi’s breath ghosted into his ear. He almost lost himself in the depths of
Levi’s eyes when he was startled by sudden loud laughter behind him. He finally
noticed that a lot of people had shown up and were already dressed in their
outfits.
Looking around, Eren realized that Erwin and Marco situated chairs, benches,
logs and folding tables in a wide circle several feet back from them and now
there were other newcomers, laughing and greeting each other as more people
arrived, coolers and food quickly accumulating further under and on the table.
Most were already dressed in costumes, long cloaks and skirts, dark pants and
vests, with masks sitting up on their heads so their faces could still be seen
for the time being. There was a group of middle-aged men and women setting down
instruments on the other side of the pit from Eren and Levi and they waved and
smiled brightly at the two. Others were setting out their own sacrifices to be
thrown in the lit fire.
"We should probably go change," Eren said to Levi.
"We should... You need to grab your's from your truck? Meet me in my room,
yeah?"
"Okay," said Eren. He gave Levi a quick peck on the lips and dashed away to get
to his truck. He grabbed his red hood along with the bundled clothing and
basket that served as his costume and slammed the door before he headed into
the house with a giant smile on his face. 


He walked through the house and reached Levi’s room but the door was shut, so
he knocked lightly. "Levi, it's Eren. Can I come in?"
"Of course you can. You don't have to ask comoară," the other boy called back,
looking at Eren as he stepped inside. He was just about to begin buttoning a
black vest over his naked chest as Eren slipped into the room and closed the
door behind him. The vest had brown and grey fur lining the arms and bottom,
and he had already exchanged his jeans for a pair of dark charcoal suede fitted
pants that laced up the sides and matched the leather arm bands he was already
wearing. His mask was on his bed, pointed and fur lined ears atop a painted and
well-crafted visage, complete with vicious and sloping wolf's muzzle with
carefully adhered whiskers attached and thin leather straps to tie the mask on;
it would cover only half his face and allow for his jaw and mouth to be seen
while he was wearing it.
He grinned at the other teen, catching sight of the crimson hood, cocking a
hip, fingers stilling on the buttons of his vest, "Mm, it's going to look
perfect."
“Wait ‘til you see the whole thing," Eren said quietly as his eyes trailed up
and down Levi's body. "Can we just stay in here all night and skip the party?"
Eren set his costume on the dresser and walked over to Levi and pulled him
close by his hips. "You look amazing and I want to keep you all to myself," he
said before he kissed Levi with parted lips. It was a passionate and lustful
exploration of Levi's mouth.
Levi moaned into the kiss encouragingly, his own hands immediately gravitating
to Eren's sides as he parted his own lips in invitation, tasting vaguely of the
subtly spiced and sweet pastry they had shared previously.
"Mmn, we could, but they'll only come looking for us and I thought you wanted
to learn more about me and my culture, hm?" the Romani boy teased huskily,
pulling only inches back from Eren's tempting mouth, palms smoothing up and
down the other teen's sides. His eyes were half-lidded and dark, promising
nothing, but wickedness if they continued on, his hips pressing flush against
Eren's as he continued, "There's always later though, you know, when we're
taking our costumes off for the night."
Eren made a whining sound and bounced on his feet like he couldn't decide what
he wanted. "Of course I want to know more about your culture. But it's not fair
when you look like this," Eren said gesturing to all of Levi. Then there was
mischievous glint in Eren's eyes. He leaned in to whisper, "You should keep the
costume on instead of taking it off tonight then."
Levi's eyes flashed and he smirked, rolling his hips suggestively against
Eren's, "I could potentially do that, so long as you'll wear your hood for me,"
he replied in a sultry tone.
Eren laughed. "Are you going to at least let me get into it? Or are we actually
going to stay in here, aşkım?" Eren inquired. That was the first time Eren had
ever spoken in Turkish to Levi. He wondered how the other boy would react.
Levi tilted his head, a funny little smile curling his mouth in response to the
addition of another language, "What'd you call me?" He questioned, a light
blush rising on his cheeks and he slid his hands down to Eren's hips, giving
them a firm squeeze before he backed off so they could both finish dressing in
their costumes.
"I called you aşkım," Eren said turning his back to Levi to pull off his shirt
and pants, "It means my love in Turkish. My mom is from Turkey, so I'm fluent.
You probably couldn't tell she had an accent. She had speech therapy to get rid
of it."
Eren pulled on a green billowy shirt with laces at the neck, a pair of black
tights and dark brown leather boots that reached above his knee. Next he put on
the red cloak. It was a beautiful crimson colour and the hood was gigantic. He
finished off the costume with a leather belt that hung loosely on his hips and
a little basket full of fake apples.
Eren turned to Levi. "How do I look?" he asked, twirling around to show Levi
the whole outfit.
Levi didn't answer right away, swallowing hard and licking his lips, mask
dangling from the fingers of one hand.
"I think..." He began hoarsely, clearing his throat as his eyes did another
slow crawl over the other boy, "We need to go back outside before I can't."
Eren gave Levi a crooked smirk. "Like what you see, Mr. Big Bad Wolf? Guess I
better watch out so that you don't eat me," he said with a salacious wink.
Levi lowered his lashes and a low growl escaped his throat as he stalked his
way back to Eren, tying his mask around the back of his head, but not lowering
it over his face. "You want to be eaten," he murmured, circling around the
other boy predatorily, coming up behind him suddenly and wrapping his arms
around his waist, pressing his swelling cock against Eren's ass through the
layers of their costumes. He brushed his lips over the back and side of the
brunette's neck, hot breath washing over Eren's skin.
"But I have some manners and I have to have dinner before dessert," he breathed
before he touched his teeth to the side of Eren's throat teasingly and ran his
tongue over the flesh. Then he was pulling away as quickly as he'd attacked,
collecting the last piece of his ensemble. Tying the furred sash around his
waist, the attached bushy wolf's tail swaying with the motion of his hips, and
the knot at the front conveniently obscuring his straining crotch from view, he
turned to look over his shoulder at the other boy. He pulled his mask into
place, smirking toothily as he said, "Coming comoara? We don't want to be late
for dinner or we won't be allowed our dessert..."
"I-I'm coming, aşkım," stuttered Eren, breathless and weak in the knees after
Levi’s teasing. His burning cheeks matched the redness of his hood as he pulled
it over his head.
Eren walked over to Levi and gripped his hand as they left the comfort and
privacy of Levi's bedroom and house altogether.
Mami-mommy
Scumpule- darling
comoară-Love/ treasure/ precious
domniţă-princess
dragule- sweetheart tată- father Dracu- fuck
Naiba- shit
bucată nemernic de rahat- piece of shit asshole
Ești mort- you're dead
Curvă dracului- fucking whore
sprâncene- eyebrows
Pereche- boyfriend/ mate
Stareţă- mother
Stea- Lover/ star/ destiny/ fate
aşkım- my love
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***** Jealous *****
Chapter Notes
     *Disclaimer* The story, "Lupul Der Cin" used in this chapter is made
     up purely from our own imaginings. Any likeness to characters or
     folktales is coincidental.
Levi lead Eren outside onto the porch before he stopped suddenly, "Before I
forget," he said by way of explanation for the abrupt stop and dipped his
fingers into the left pocket of his vest to pull out a finely braided and
weaved earthy green bracelet with aquamarine beads dangling from its ends.

 He
brought Eren's hand up and carefully slipped the jewelry on before tugging the
beads on either end to tighten it around the other boy's wrist, "For
protection."
A look of confusion crossed Eren's face. "Protection from what?" he asked as he
stared at the bracelet. The colors of the beads matched well with his tan skin
and eyes. "It's so pretty. Did you make it?"
"Yes, I made it. It's for protection from malevolent spirits," Levi said, tone
deadly serious. "Not only wholesome spirits and gods come out on Hallows; there
are also vengeful and mischievous ones. If you're caught without protection,
they bring bad luck on you," he explained, entwining his fingers with Eren's
and looking at him in the quickly fading light of dusk. "This one will provide
stronger protection because I made it for you which means that the feelings I
have for you are woven into it as well. I have to make sure to protect you," he
said before he turned away and pulled Eren down the steps before the other teen
could respond and back around the side of the house where the amount of people
had tripled what it had been before they'd went in, people laughing and telling
stories, eating and drinking, making offerings and starting up music.
Eren scanned the party with wide eyes and open mouth. Tugging on Levi's hand he
said, "Holy shit, this is awesome." He took a deep breath to smell the fire and
the food. Then Eren's stomach gurgled. Holding his abdomen, he looked at Levi
sheepishly. "I haven't eaten all day ‘cause I was too excited for this."
"Food first then, come on," Levi replied, glancing at Eren with bright eyes and
a pleased grin. He was glad that Eren was enjoying himself. Levi had been a
little worried that the brunette might somehow change his mind, that he might
think the customs were weird or crazy and decide it was too much for him, but
he hadn't and it made Levi warm inside.
He pulled Eren towards the table where there were others already filling plates
of various foods, pumpkin and apple pie, pastries, nuts, cheeses and smoked
meats, baked yams filled with butter, garlic and chives, rolls and biscuits,
pear tarts and dried pomegranate seeds, corn bread and cranberry muffins.
Levi handed Eren a plate and kept the other for himself, bending down to
retrieve a couple beers from one of the coolers beneath the table, tucking them
under his arm as he gestured for Eren to proceed him and fill his plate.
Eren started piling his plate with everything he could grab. It all looked so
damn delicious he could barely contain himself. He looked up and said to Levi,
"Your family is going to think I'm a pig." He was about to find a place to sit
when he saw a familiar hairstyle across the party. "What the fuck?!" Eren said
angrily. Placing his plate on the table, he marched over to confront Jean.
Eren grabbed Jean by the shoulder and spun him around "Why the fuck are you
here?"
Levi chuckled at the comment about Eren’s overfilled plate and was about to
reply when Eren suddenly became angry and set his plate down, taking off
towards a familiar and uninvited guest. Levi growled and carefully picked up
the other boy's plate along with his own and moved to set them down where
Erwin, Marco and Petra had saved them seats before he made to follow his
boyfriend, the others not too far behind.
Jean had a beer in his hand and nearly dropped it when he was yanked around by
his irate best friend. He winced at Eren's tone and rubbed at the back of his
neck sheepishly, "I missed the last bus so I had to walk and I saw the fire and
heard all the noise... Figured the gypsy owed me since he's the reason I lost
my ride and had to take the bus in the first place. It's not like it matters,
look at the spread."
Eren slapped the beer out of his hands. "You need to fucking leave right now or
else I will give you a black eye and a concussion to match my own," Eren said,
shaking with anger. "And how fucking dare you use a fucking slur when you are
taking advantage of their hospitality," he said before he shoved Jean hard on
the chest.
Jean stumbled back, brow furrowing as his hand rubbed at his chest. "Oh come
off it Eren. They're used to it by now. And it's not taking advantage when one
of them offered it to me... I was only gonna look around a bit, jeeze... He's
got you totally whacked Eren... Like you're not even like yourself anymore. I
just wanted to see what kinda weird ritual shit they were performing. It's
halloween for fuck's sake and look at what they're doing, dancing around in
costumes and chanting while throwing shit into a big ass fire. What if they're
like going to sacrifice you or something?"
"Levi..." Eren called,d looking back at the other boy, who stood a couple feet
from him, with a crazed look of rage in his vibrant green eyes, "You better
hold me back before I throw Jean into the fire." He turned back to Jean, "Never
mind, I'll just strangle him to death. He's not good enough to be a sacrifice."
He gave Jean another aggressive push, almost knocking him down.
Levi stepped up to grab Eren around the waist, pulling him away and turning him
from Jean as Marco and Erwin stepped forward instead. Jean was down on one
knee, a look of disbelief on his face, as if he hadn't expected Eren's rather
violent reaction even though he had already shoved him once. He glowered up at
the group, "This is exactly what I'm talking about. Are you... Are you one of
them now?"
Marco stepped closer and offered a hand to the kneeling teen, a small, almost
vicious little smile on his otherwise angelic face. "You should be careful what
you say here, Jean, was it? Levi isn't the only one that can cast spells. You
shouldn't be here without proper protection either. You'll be devoured by the
dark spirits. They don't distinguish between gypsies and other people."
Jean swallowed, hesitant to take the offered hand as his eyes flickered to each
of the teens before him.
"I would be proud to be one of them," Eren hissed through gritted teeth as he
struggled to get out of Levi's hold. "You better take that hand Kirstein. He
must be a Saint to be kind to you after what you just said." He turned to Levi.
"Just let me punch him once. He deserves it," he pleaded.
"No comoară, you're mother will never let you come here again if I let you get
in another fight," Levi murmured softly, "Let Marco take care of it."
The freckled sixteen year old's smile broadened beneath the phoenix mask he was
wearing when Jean slowly set his hand in the offered one and let Marco pull him
back to his feet. The younger boy lifted his mask to meet Jean's almost fearful
gaze, "If you want to stay, I suggest you don't insult anyone anymore. We're
pretty forgiving, but we can hold grudges and you really don't want to know how
we take revenge, hm? If you wanted to come to the party so badly, you could
have just come right over and said hello, no need to put up such a silly show.
If you admit you're as curious about us as Eren, I'll even give you a charm to
keep the bad spirits from eating you."
Jean's mouth opened and closed like a fish as his face turned a shade of red
not unlike the apples on the table. His wide eyes looked from the glowing
freckled boy towards Eren and Levi. Levi met his stare and inclined his head,
"If Eren agrees, I'll let Marco do what he says, but you'd better remember your
manners. And if you mention my mother even once, I will make sure the spirits
leave nothing left for your parents to bury." The raven haired boy threatened,
glancing at the brunette still held in his arms.
Eren, still angry, glared at Jean for a few moments. "It's not my party. If you
guys say he can stay then he can," he agreed reluctantly, looking at Levi,
Marco, then Erwin. All seemed to be fine with it.

 Eren turned his gaze back
to Jean. His green eyes were almost glowing; filled with rage at his so called
best friend. "Stay away from me. If you offend any of these people again, I
will kill you. And if I don't succeed I will never talk to you again," he spit,
relaxing in Levi's arms, "You know what? Just keep your mouth shut so shit
doesn't fall out like it usually does." With that he turned on his heel and
dragged Levi back to the table. His mood was soured. Hopefully food would lift
his spirits.
Jean simply nodded, looking rather scared, but he followed Marco when the
freckled boy replaced his mask over his face and lead them back to where their
group was sitting at the fire. Marco worked his magic on the two-toned brunette
and Levi had to chuckle when the other teen practically tripped all over
himself to get the younger brunette another cider.
Levi wrapped an arm around Eren and leaned closer to him as he set his plate of
food on the table and began picking at the various morsels. Petra was watching
them from behind the glittering butterfly mask she was wearing. She was in a
slinky black, strapless dress with fishnet tights underneath and a colourful
cloak covering her otherwise bare shoulders, her russet curls framing her
masked face. Levi could feel her eyes on he and Eren, but he blatantly ignored
her, chatting with his boyfriend and Erwin as they ate.
Eren was oblivious to Petra's stares as he viciously stabbed his food with his
fork and shoved it in his mouth. He was so angry, he couldn't even tell if it
tasted good. He needed to relax or else his night would be ruined. 

Putting
down his empty plate on the little table he got up from his seat only to
promptly seat himself in Levi's lap sideways so that he could bury his face in
the other boy’s neck. "I'm sorry he showed up," he whispered, "And I'm sorry I
flipped out. I'm still super pissed off. Probably ruining your night."
Levi's hands settled against Eren when the brunette plopped himself into his
lap, one on his back and the other resting on one tight-clad thigh. He shook
his head, "It's alright... You aren’t ruining anything," he assured, ignoring
the snort that came from the girl sitting a few seats away from them. "Forget
he's even here and trust me when I say, he's getting adequate punishment." He
tilted his head a little to give Eren better access to his neck and hummed,
massaging at the other teen soothingly where his hands rested.
"Mm," Eren hummed in return and nuzzled even further into Levi's neck. "You
always smell so good. Does your mom make your soap? I should buy some for
myself so I can always smell you even when we aren't together." Eren smiled
against Levi's chest and started to trace the visible lines of his tattoos. It
seemed to have a calming effect on Eren. "Is there anything else we have to
do?"
Wiggling his butt into Levi's groin, he whispered "I almost want this to be
over so we can make out in your room... Or the bushes... Or my truck...
Anywhere really so long as your lips are on mine."
Levi licked his lips and shifted under Eren, "We don't have to do anything, but
there's going to be a play soon. I think you'll like that," he said quietly,
voice huskier than it had been as he felt his dick stir with interest under the
press of Eren's backside, but he didn't instigate anything further, continuing
to speak instead, "Mami asked me to do one with her about a fairy who finds
herself pursued by evil spirits and without shelter in the winter months and is
found by a wolf. She's afraid he is an evil spirit too and wishes to devour her
at first, but he offers to give her protection and shelter in his fur until the
spring comes. He doesn't ask for anything in return for his kindness and when
spring comes and her wings have thawed, she leaves with promises to come back
again with something worthy to show her gratitude for his kindness. She returns
the following winter with a star to gift him in thanks only to find the wolf
has been slain and his beautiful pelt stolen by a greedy demon. She tricks the
devil and steals the pelt back, escaping back to the fairy realm. She swallows
the star she had plucked from the sky for him and prays that his soul is freed
from the demon's hold and reborn where he will forever be safe and able to
watch over her as he had before. Her wish is granted and he is reborn as a star
of his own. It's a folktale for Romani children. It's called Lupul Din Cer, the
wolf in the sky. When you hear wolves howling, it's not at the moon, but at
their brother that watches over all of us. But if you'd really rather go to
bed, I can always ask someone else to perform with her."
Eren gazed at Levi with stars in his eyes, effectively distracted from his
previous irritation. "That story is so beautiful, Levi. You have to perform
it," Eren said, now bouncing in Levi's lap with enthusiasm, "I'm so excited!
When does it start? Where do you have to go? Where's the best place to watch?
Can I take pictures? Or should I just record the whole thing? My phone doesn't
have the best quality, but I left my camera at home," Eren rambled on, unaware
he was still wiggling on top of Levi.
Levi grunted and gripped Eren's hips to still his excited fidgeting. "We
perform it around the pit; that's why there's so many feet between the fire and
the seats. You should be able to see just fine from here if you turn your chair
around to face the pit. As for pictures and video... So long as you don't
plaster the internet with them, it's probably fine. We'll likely start soon.
You sure you want to stay out here comoară?" He asked with amusement in his
eyes, pleased he'd been successful in distracting Eren from his bad mood.
Eren, with his eyes on the fire, said, "There is no way I'm missing this." He
turned back to Levi and gave him a passionate kiss, breaking it moments later,
but kept their foreheads pressed together. "Are you gonna try and impress me,
aşkim?"
Levi hummed appreciatively into the heated lip lock and gave Eren's hips a
squeeze before the other boy pulled back from his lips, resting their foreheads
against one another, Levi's mask brushing against Eren's hair ticklishly. "I
don't think I have to try too hard. You've been pretty receptive so far
comoară," he replied with a crooked smile.
"Scumpule, where are you?" his mother's voice sounded over the din of
conversation and lilting music that was filling the air and he pulled back from
Eren, raising one hand into the air to signal his mother.
"I'll be right there Mami," he called back over his shoulder before he looked
back at the boy in his lap, using the hand he'd signalled with to wrap around
the back of Eren's neck and pull him in for one more lingering kiss before he
he murmured against his lips, "That's my cue. Enjoy the show comoară." He said
as he ushered Eren reluctantly off his lap and stood up, straightening out his
costume and casting a wink over his shoulder before he pulled his mask into
place and sauntered over to his waiting mother.
Eren turned his seat to face the fire and watched Levi saunter away; his fake
tail swinging back and forth over his backside in a teasing display. He
whistled as loud as he could and Levi glanced back with a smirk.
Petra rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat, uncrossing and recrossing her
legs, her arms tight under her breasts, "He's going to get bored of that act of
yours real fast, you know," she said rudely, lips pursed disgustedly beneath
her flashy mask, waiting until both Levi and Erwin were out of earshot.
Eren scowled and turned his head to Petra. "What act? I'm not acting." He could
feel his anger bubble to the surface once more. "If you have a problem with me
just say it. It won't change anything though. Levi wants me."
She laughed maliciously, one hand to her mouth, "Of course he wants you now,
but once the charm's worn off and he's had you, you'll be just another notch in
his belt. You'll never be able to understand us. You aren't Romani no matter
how much you might pretend," she answered, "He'll see that too and he'll come
back to where he belongs."
A heady drum beat started up with lilting strains of violin as Erwin chased
Kuchel around the fire, nipping at her translucent and sparkling fairy wings,
the glitter painted at her temples and cheeks shimmering luminescent in the
firelight as she fled from the tall crowlike form that was Erwin's costume.
Levi crouched on the other side of the pit out of sight for the moment, waiting
for his cue.
"I guess I better fool around with him as much as I can before he gets bored
then," said Eren, smiling cheerfully at Petra, "Now shut up, it’s starting."
Eren immediately looked around for Levi. Once he found him, he would keep his
eyes trained on the wolf character.
Levi moved like liquid from the shadows of the pit, the tattooes on his skin
coming to life in the firelight, crouched low to the ground as he slunk around
to catch Kuchel as she feigned a fall, tripping over her own feet, stumbling
and somersaulting over the grassy ground before the pit to roll right into
Levi's waiting arms. She scrambled back from him immediately, bowing her flower
crowned head and hiding her decorated face from view with her thick curls as
she begged his mercy.
Petra snorted, "Obraznic curvă mic alb... You're a false star and you'll burn
out in his sky long before any of his real family," she insulted under her
breath, glaring at the boy scathingly.
Eren didn’t take his eyes off the show, but he did retaliate. “Acı çirkin
orospu. Get fucked Petra. Oh wait… You can’t.”
A little blonde boy and red headed girl, both dressed in glittering white
outfits with tiny fairy wings and wands in their hands giggled and skipped
around the two in front of the fire pit, tossing tiny white flowers over Levi
and Kuchel and the ground around them. The little blossoms caught in their hair
and on their clothes like the snowflakes they represented. Erwin lurked in the
shadows behind the pit, dark feathers on his mask and cloak glinting oily in
the dim lighting and giving life to his ominous character, watching the pair.
Kuchel shivered, rubbing her hands up and down her arms in a show of her chill
and Levi offered her a hand, bowing his head in submission to the fairy.
The girl scoffed, "I already did... It's only a shame it didn't take or he'd
already be mine... He's good at it, you know, but he's clever too; even drunk,
he wouldn't finish inside," she needled, rubbing her hands along her flat belly
over the slinky material of her dress, sighing wistfully. "Well... I suppose
it's alright though; there's always next time."
"Oh yeah," Eren said with a roll of his eyes. "That's the best way to make
someone fall in love with you; trap them with a baby. I bet Levi would be
thrilled. Now seriously, I'm trying to watch this. Go away."
"Didn't he tell you? He wants children in the future, a bunch of little Romani
stars to fill his sky with... How are you going to give him what he desires? He
might not be ready yet, but when he is, who do you think he'll come to, hm?"
she hissed quietly, leaning forward a bit to say her piece before she stood up
from her seat and moved to take her own place by the pit.
Kuchel was cradled in Levi's arms, the both of them sleeping with the tiny
snowdrop flowers covering them. Petra swept over them, her cloak brushing the
blossoms away as she floated on her feet around them in dainty circles, leaning
down to place a kiss on both the wolf and the fairy's cheeks before she skipped
away again. Kuchel yawned and blinked blearily, stretching as Levi stirred.
Soon enough, she was bidding him farewell and he paced in loneliness while he
waited for her return. Petra came and went, changing the seasons around him
while Erwin bided his time. When he finally attacked, Petra attempted to warn
the wolf, but Erwin blew her away. The fight scene was amazing to behold, both
teens ducking and weaving around each other in a dance like battle in which
Levi ended up on the ground, red streamers furling from his chest as the little
children tossed the first fresh snowflakes about him whilst the crow grinned
and strutted around him triumphantly.
When Kuchel returned, she mourned over the wolf's body and chased the crow to
retrieve Levi's stolen pelt that had been removed from his hips. Petra hovered
over his body, looking melancholy and draped her cloak over him as Kuchel
returned to the both of them, the pelt tied around her own waist and her hands
clasped around a flickering glow trapped within their hold and feigned
swallowing it before she looked up at the stars above and released what was a
firefly from her hands. It floated up and away, the glow of it's body winking
on and off until it could no longer be seen above them. She then curled up at
Levi's side, tracks of real tears sliding down her cheeks as she prayed over
his still form. The fire suddenly lit up with a burst of bright sparks, almost
blinding and Levi stirred under the cloak he'd been draped in, hand slowly
tracing over the shaking shoulders of the fairy. She backed off and stared as
he slid from beneath the cloak, white streamers with tiny glittering gems sewn
onto them wrapped around his torso and arms and he caressed her cheek in
grateful farewell before he slipped off into the darkness behind the pit.
Whoops of delight, whistles, cheers and applause sounded from the gathered
Romani as all the actors came to stand before the fire and bowed, accepting
sacrifices from the little children present and tossing them into the fire
behind them before a more upbeat tune began playing, the drums picking up
tempo, joined by the violin and guitar, tambourine and wooden flute. The actors
began to spin, jump, and skip in dance, laughing and clapping along to the
music, pulling others from their seats to join in. Levi danced with the two
little snow fairies for several moments before Kuchel took over for him and he
made his way back to Eren, eyes alight with elation and energy, body moving
like silk as he swayed towards the other boy. He grinned brightly as he came to
stand before Eren and offered him a pale hand, "Dance with me comoară?"
Eren was in the same spot, with his arms hugging himself. Petra had gotten to
him. When Levi approached, Eren panicked; he didn't know how to dance,
especially like that.
"U-umm… I-I don't really like dancing. You can go though," he said, not meeting
Levi's eyes and rubbing the back of his neck.
Levi frowned, "Come on, I'll show you how... It's easy," he coaxed, body still
thrumming with the energy from the play and the subsequent dancing.
"It's fine," Eren said, still not looking directly at Levi, "I have a bit of a
stomach ache from all the food I ate. I'll come out and dance when I feel
better. No, it's not serious and no, you don't have to stay with me. Go have
fun."
Levi bit his lip, glancing longingly back over his shoulder at the crowd of
dancers around the pit, hesitating, looking back at Eren, "If you're sure...
You'd better dance with me before the night is out." He said before he gave in
and moved back into the group, immediately beginning to move to the heady beat
again. It slowed to something thick and almost erotic as the drumbeats
thundered intensely.
He loved this part of the evening during every Hallows. You could feel the
energy, the spirits as they came out to play in the firelight and dance
alongside the living. He felt close to the earth, connected in ways that were
dulled throughout most of the year. He wanted to share it with Eren, but he
felt like the other boy wanted space. He didn't want to force him, so he gave
it to him and hoped the brunette would change his mind on his own.
Petra swayed over to him, sliding a hand across the back of his shoulders as
she circled around him and pulled him in. He didn't fight her, perfectly
comfortable with having a dance, completely ignorant of what she had said to
Eren previously. It was common to dance with a lot of people at the gatherings,
to share energy and celebrate. His hands held her hips and they grinned at one
another while they moved with familiar grace against each other, twirling and
swaying, skipping, jumping and clapping when it suited the rhythm. Levi lead
and she followed as if she was made to be his partner, but it wasn't her that
made them flow, but the dark-haired boy that held all the natural grace and
fluidity of a performer. And all Levi thought of whilst her spun her out from
his arms and brought her back in close was that her eyes were not the right
colour... It should be vibrant green like the reflection of the summer forest
on a still lake... It should be Eren.
Eren stared in disbelief as he saw Levi grinding with Petra. "Oh hell no," he
said as he got up from his seat, sudden adrenaline and anger running through
his veins. He bolted to the table that held all the booze and grabbed an
unopened 2'6 of Fireball whiskey. He took five giant gulps of the burning
liquid before he slammed the bottle back down and wiped his mouth with the back
of his hand. 

Once again, his eyes sought out his boyfriend, and once again
Petra was grinding her body all over him. "That fucking sly little cunt."


Walking through the crowd of dancing people, he made it to Levi. Grabbing the
other boy’s arm, he pulled Levi away from Petra and kissed him hard; shoving
his tongue possessively into Levi's mouth while he stared at Petra with his
green eyes ablaze.
Levi stumbled and abruptly found his mouth taken by a vaguely cinnamon
flavoured tongue, the sting of bitter alcohol lingering on the spicy muscle and
he steadied himself, firmly grabbing at his boyfriend's hips. He made a low
sound into the kiss and pulled Eren in flush against him, reciprocating the
possessive motions with some of his own. He sucked on the other boy's tongue
until Eren pulled away panting and nipped at the corner of his lips, already
moving them to the beat of the music whilst Eren had been distracted. He
vaguely heard a huffy scoff and the rustle of Petra's stormy retreat, but he
hardly had the capacity to care about her anger or her jealousy. Eren was where
he was supposed to be.
Levi smiled at him, "I'm glad you changed your mind comoară... I've been
waiting for you," he purred low and silky against Eren's mouth, rubbing his
hands up and down Eren's back and sides, guiding his hips to roll with his own
in rhythmic motions synced with the music
Eren tried to follow Levi's movements and move his hips with the music. "She
was touching you. Grinding on you. If you knew what she said before, you
wouldn't have grinded with her so easily." Nosing into Levi's neck, he bit down
hard, causing the other boy to jump. "You're mine."
"Zeii..." Levi breathed, shuddering as the entirely possessive words and
actions washed over him and he found his cock immediately stiffened in his
suede pants. He inhaled deeply through his nose and licked his lips before he
was turning Eren in his arms, pressing up along his backside like he had
earlier, fingers splayed over his hip and toned belly, keeping him firmly
against himself as he ground up against his ass roughly. He leaned his head
over Eren's shoulder to murmur in his ear, "And you're mine comoară... She's
nothing. There's only room for your star in my sky Eren."
Eren moaned as he felt Levi's arousal on his ass. He pushed back into the heat,
rocking his hips back in time with the music as he lifted up his arms to give
Levi access to his entire body, wrapping them up around the back of Levi’s
neck. "S-she said," Eren continued breathily, "That she would make you get her
pregnant so you'd have to stay with her." Eren turned his head to kiss Levi
with an open mouth, cinnamon still on his tongue. "She said I'm a false star."
"You can't be a false star when you burn the brightest in my sky comoară.
You're my stea; I feel it. I told you... I feel you and that means something,
hell it means everything… Petra is in love with the idea of me, but she would
hate to be with me. And she would have to convince me to fuck her again to get
her pregnant and unless she figures out a spell in which to switch souls with
you, it's never going to happen," Levi assured between kisses to Eren's mouth,
jaw and shoulder, his hands gliding up and down the other boy's torso as he
continued to move them, completely unconcerned about the other bodies moving
around the two of them; he only had eyes for his star.
Turning around, Eren put his arms back around Levi's neck and started to grind
on one of Levi's thighs. They were both hot and sweaty, dancing as lewdly as
possible. Little whines escaped Eren's mouth as he nipped and suckled every bit
of Levi's exposed skin. The other boy tasted amazing.
Putting their foreheads together, Eren's glowing green eyes stared deep into
Levi's. "I can't give you babies though..."
Levi's arms circled around Eren's back, slipping up under the loosely belted
shirt to press against the hot and damp skin over the dip above his ass,
thumbing over the delicious little divots there, all of it hidden beneath
Eren’s crimson cloak and Levi rocked his hips against him just as intently. He
moaned encouragement huskily, tilting his head to the side to give Eren better
access to his neck before Eren was calling his attention with his beautiful
eyes once again and resting their foreheads against one another.
"That's what adoption's for," he replied, voice uncontrollably breathy and low
with building arousal that simmered in his gut and licked it's way beneath his
skin.
"Mm, I think we should go for a walk or something," he suggested, licking his
lips, "There's a little lake further into the woods... We could take some
drinks and go have a little Hallows date alone before we finish up the last of
the rituals and go to bed," he finished his thought, pressing his mouth to the
salty, soft skin beneath Eren's ear.
"A walk sounds like a good idea," Eren purred into Levi's ear. He nipped the
shell of Levi's ear then licked it, making sure to not tug too roughly on the
piercings. Taking Levi by the hand, Eren steered them to the booze. He grabbed
the fireball whiskey he drank earlier then looked to Levi, "Anything else
love?"
"Nope, that should be just fine," Levi answered, tugging Eren by the hand
around the side of the house and into the woods at the right, the large fire
illuminating the path he'd cleared earlier in the week while collecting
firewood for the bonfire. He pulled Eren closer as they went further into the
shadows of the large trees, dappled starlight the only light after and he slid
his arm around the other boy's waist, eyes adjusting to the low light quickly.
He lead the way down the sloping path maybe ten or fifteen minutes before the
path broadened into a clearing surrounding a crystalline lake. He glanced at
Eren as he slowed to a stop a few feet from the pebbled shoreline, his eyes
reflecting the light from the stars above them and he gave the other boy an
almost shy smile, lowering his lashes in a slow flutter.
Mami-mommy
Scumpule- darling
comoară-Love/ treasure/ precious
domniţă-princess
dragule- sweetheart tată- father Dracu- fuck
Naiba- shit
bucată nemernic de rahat- piece of shit asshole
Ești mort- you're dead
Curvă dracului- fucking whore
sprâncene- eyebrows
Pereche- boyfriend/ mate
Stareţă- mother
Stea- Lover/ star/ destiny/ fate
aşkım- my love
obraznic curvă mic alb- cocky little white slut
acı çirkin orospu - bitter ugly bitch
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Chapter Notes
     Whassup whassup whassup whassup?? Bet you thought we abandoned this
     one... PSYCH we haven't. Its just been awhile.
     On the bright side... its been so long you can go back and reread to
     refresh your memory. Don't worry, this new chapter will wait
     patiently as you catch up.
     For those too lazy to go back for a refresh, we left Eren and Levi as
     they snuck away from the halloween party. What shinanigans will be
     had in this chapter? Read on to find out!
     Hopefully everyone is enjoying their holiday season! We will also be
     updating Luck_of_the_Irish this weekend for anyone following our
     other fic as well andddddd there are whispers that me (Teapot) and
     Xander will be doing a christmas fic as a gift to our readers!! If
     you guys go to my tumblr I may be posting a sneak peak in the next
     few weeks!!
     Without further ado, enjoy this long awaited update!! Woo (I actually
     forgot how much I enjoy writing this one.)
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Eren took in the sight of the lake in awe. "Levi.." he said quietly, "It's so
beautiful." The lake was calm and serene with clear water. The beach may be
full of rocks, but there was a small sandy patch further up the bank from the
water. Looking around, Eren found a patch of silky sand to sit on and dragged
Levi towards it. 

Crouching down in front of Levi, Eren looked for a smooth
rock. "Ever skipped rocks?" he asked, turning his head to smile at Levi, "I'm
shit at it, but it's fun." Cleary their walk had cooled Eren’s head a bit,
seemingly not as desperate for Levi’s touch like when they were dancing.
Levi cocked his head and smiled lopsidedly at the other teen in return.
"Yeah... Of course I've skipped rocks before comoară," he said as he sat down
on the sandy patch, leaning back on his left hand, picking up the bottle of
fireball with the other hand and taking swig of it, watching Eren all the
while, admiring the lines of the other's boy's body as he crouched, his fingers
trailing over stones.
"Hey Eren..." he called quietly, drawing those captivating eyes to meet his own
and he licked his lips before he continued speaking, heat rising on the back of
his neck. "I'm glad you came tonight... I really like the way I feel when I'm
with you."
Eren beamed at Levi before he stood and untied his cape. Plopping down next to
the other boy, he covered them both with the red fabric. "There, now we can
cuddle," he said resting his head on Levi's shoulder, "I bet we will be finding
sand everywhere for weeks."
Levi leaned his cheek on the top of Eren's head and wrapped his arm around him,
giving him an affectionate squeeze, "Mm, that's why we won't be doing anything
more than making out on the sand," he commented, grinning. He offered Eren the
bottle of cinnamon flavoured whiskey and patted his now unoccupied hand against
his vest pocket for his cigarettes and lighter, pulling out a thinly wrapped
joint, the marijuana mixed with a blend of herbs that would make it sweet with
a hint of mint, specifically for the holiday. He put it between his lips and
raised his lighter to ignite it, turning his head away from Eren so he wouldn't
burn him. He tucked his lighter back into his pocket and took a haul off the
joint before he offered it to his boyfriend.
Lifting his head, Eren accepted the joint, inhaled deeply, then held it for a
few moments before he blew it out into the night air. He passed it back to Levi
to open the whiskey and took a swig. 

"Petra is a nasty little bitch," said
Eren, staring directly into Levi's, eyes challenging him to disagree. "Make
sure you throw out any condoms we use so that she can't steal your baby making
juice. She's that fucking crazy, Levi."
Levi snorted around the joint, chuckling as he pulled it away from his mouth,
letting the smoke billow out in little rings. "Don't worry comoară, I'm pretty
sure you could take her in a fight... Mm, actually, speaking of condoms, I
should let you know, I have a latex allergy... So we are gonna have to buy the
more expensive ones that are made of whatever that shit is that's like not
latex," he said, making a face as he tried to remember what it was that they
were actually made of, his nose and forehead wrinkling in concentration. He
took another huff of the joint and passed it back to Eren.
Eren grinned at Levi as he took the joint. He was happy to make the other boy
laugh, but at the same time, he was completely serious.
Taking a hit, a thought dawned on Eren and he turned to Levi in excitement.
"You know what we should do? We should go get the condoms and buy a whole bunch
of weird shit to go with them. Freak out the cashier."
Bouncing up and down, Eren shook Levi gently by the shoulder. "Can we? Can we?
Can we? It's the perfect first date idea. It's my first real date ever and I
want it to be special."
Levi smirked, nodding, "Alright, but I'm driving," he agreed, tossing the last
of the joint aside and ran his fingertips along Eren's lower back ticklishly
beneath his billowy shirt. "I'm sober enough and you are not. We can take
Mami's car."
Eren frowned at Levi in confusion for a moment then started to laugh. "I didn't
mean right now," he said through his chuckles.
Eren got up on his knees and lightly guided Levi to lay down in the cold sand
so he could straddle the other boy. "I don't want to leave just yet," Eren said
as he ran his hands from Levi's chest to his navel.
Cocking his head to the side as he looked down at Levi, he purred, "Unless you
think we need them right now." Eren rolled his hips into Levi's pelvis as he
smiled and bit his lip coyly, fingertips circling ticklishly around Levi’s
navel.
Levi let Eren lay him back without resistance, hands immediately settling on
the brunette's hips as soon as he slid over his lap. He ran the tip of his
tongue along his bottom lip, watching Eren intently, his arousal flaring back
to life eagerly beneath the press of the other boy's hips and his own jerked
upwards. "Mmno... I don't want sand in uncomfortable places and I don't want
anyone around to interrupt when I finally take you comoară. You mean too much
to me now; gotta make sure I get it right, yeah?" he murmured huskily, one hand
sliding up Eren's abdomen, over his chest and to his neck, arching a little to
reach further and palm the back of the other boy’s neck, using the loose grip
to coax him down for a searing kiss.
Finally, Eren thought he was getting better at kissing. Levi's soft lips slid
over his own and he matched the movements. He remembered to breathe, keep his
spit in check, and watched his teeth.
Breaking the kiss with a little trail of saliva, Eren hovered over Levi. "Does
that mean you'll light candles and scatter rose petals?" he asked with a
giggle. "I've never cared about my virginity. I just want to be with you."
Levi peered at the smiling boy hovering over him from beneath heavily lashed
lids and his lips quirked up at one corner in response, cheeks pinked under the
ethereal starlight and he rubbed his thumbs over the protrusion of Eren’s
hipbones affectionately.
 
"No, nothing like that comoară… I'm not sure how to explain... I want you...
But there's something... It's not the right time yet... I feel like I'll just
know when it is and so will you... It's different with you than it's ever been
with anyone else," he answered, trying to put the feeling he had in his chest
into words as his hands slithered up under Eren's shirt, caressing over his
skin with warm, gentle pressure.
Eren shuddered as Levi's hand mapped out his bare skin under his shirt, desire
flowing through his veins. “It's not fair to tease me like this when you aren't
gonna take me yet…” Eren said with a pout, grabbing the alcohol to take a swig,
before kissing Levi to share the burning taste of cinnamon. He pulled back,
still laying over Levi as he quirked his head, “What do you want to do now
then, if we aren't gonna have sex?”
Levi pressed up into the spicy sweet kiss, relaxing back onto the sand when
Eren drew away again. He smirked and pressed his fingertips between the subtle
dips in Eren's spine, massaging firmly. "Mhn, I could at least finish what I
started last time you were over," he murmured, voice husky and lower than
usual. He licked his lips, tasting Eren and cinnamon that was a naturally
addictive combination on his palate, “My hands aren't cold like they were
then." As he spoke, his other hand slipped down to the waistband of the other
boy's tights, dipping just beneath teasingly.
Eren squeaked loudly at the hand reaching into his tights, obviously not
expecting the intrusion.His breath hitched then blew out all at once,
definitely wanting Levi to continue his way down. “You are the biggest tease in
the history of the universe,” Eren said as he bit his lip, arms shaking
slightly as he continued to hover above the other boy, holding himself up.
Levi's hand slipped further beneath the waistband, palming at Eren's hip, thumb
caressing along the soft crease where pelvis and thigh met. "Mm, only a tease
if you don't follow through... I don't intend to leave you stranded comoară,"
he replied, other hand creeping down Eren's back to slip beneath the back of
his tights to grope his ass appreciatively, "Unless you'd rather I stop?" He
lowered his lashes and watched Eren through them coyly, a little smirk on his
lips.
A distressed noise came from Eren's mouth as he opened his eyes wide to give
Levi the puppy dog pout. "Please... Don't stop... I'll be good," Eren said with
high pitched whine, wiggling his hips in protest.
The Romani boy chuckled in response to Eren's plea, grip firming on his skin as
Levi bucked his hips suddenly, pressing his own erection against the other
boy's backside. He began to rock against Eren from beneath, seeking friction
and relief for the pressure in his pants while his hands wandered.
He bent his knees and planted his feet flat in the sand, the hand from Eren's
ass slipping free to coax the brunette to lean back against his thighs so Eren
wouldn't have to try so hard to keep himself balanced over Levi. "Lay back
comoară, I got you. Here, bite this, wanna be able to see what I'm doing to
you," he murmured as that same hand pushed up the loose material of Eren's
shirt and pressed him to take it between his teeth. His other hand finally
creeped further into the front of the tights to free Eren's straining cock.
Eren let Levi's hand push him back and he sat himself directly on Levi's
erection, smirking down at the other boy as he took his bunched shirt into his
mouth. "Mmn.." he moaned around his shirt as Levi released his cock and it
bounced against his defined abs. Eren's entire muscular torso was on display
for his boyfriend and he blushed a bit at the thought, hoping Levi liked what
he saw although the other young man had seen him naked before.
As Eren leaned back with moans muffled in the material of his shirt, Levi
looked him over heatedly, spreading the fingers of one hand over the smooth
firmness of Eren's chest and ghosting along the revealed musculature,
memorizing the contours. An approving low hum sounded from in his own chest as
his other hand finally wrapped around the base of Eren's cock and stroked with
purposeful slowness. From his vantage point, he could see everything perfectly
and his own manhood throbbed, hips rolling up against the torturous press of
Eren's plush rear. "Dracu comoară, you're beautiful," he breathed as the
mercury of his eyes smoldered beneath the press of his lashes, following the
motions of his hands as he touched Eren.
Eren moaned loudly, eyebrows knotting together as he bit into his shirt harder,
rocking his length into Levi's hand. He made sure that as his hips moved he
ground his ass down over the hardness beneath him so that they'd both be
pleasured. His own hands were searching for skin as they rubbed over the vest
of Levi's costume that still covered his chest. He wouldn't last long; he knew
with his mind already cloudy from the weed and alcohol. He also didn't want to
get caught by any of Levi's family. The thrill of that possibility making it
impossible to hope for longer.
The grip of soft, warm fingers around Eren's shaft tightened unconsciously in
response to the eager shift of his hips and the desperate muffled sounds of his
pleasure and Levi's breaths came harder, watching him. He stroked faster,
pausing to spread precum with the pad of his thumb before continuing the
motions, twisting his wrist accordingly to provide more sensation to the other
young man straddling him. He shuddered under him, the hand groping his chest,
seeking and teasing pert nipples while he worked to bring Eren off. He couldn't
get enough. So beautiful; Eren was fucking magnetic.
Eren rocked hard, thrusting his hips into Levi's hand and breathing raggedly
through his nose. It wasn't long before he hit his peak with a muffled whine,
doubling over as his own hands cupped to catch his release; he didn't want to
get Levi's costume dirty.
Breathing hard, he spit his shirt out of his mouth as he panted, face flushed
and eyes hazy from pleasure. He looked around for something to wipe his hands
off, eyeing his red cape, but deciding against it. "Lemme go wash my hands off
with the water... and I'll do you," Eren said breathily, swooping down to give
Levi a passionate kiss, purposely wiggling his ass on his boyfriend’s erection.
Levi hummed and let Eren go, leaning up on his elbows and watching the other
boy move to rinse the evidence of his climax from his hands. His bent knees
relaxed, lazily spread as he waited while his cock throbbed with demanding
insistence in the confines of his suede pants.
His heated scrutiny of his boyfriend was interrupted by the sound of snapping
twigs and crunch of leaves not so far off in the woods behind him. When the
muffled sound of harsh whispers reached him, he cursed under his breath.
Eren looked up then trotted back to Levi, whispering, "Did you hear that? Have
we been found?" Eren wasn't happy with the disturbance; he was very much
looking forward to getting Levi off. He also hoped to God it wasn't Petra
spying on them. He refused to give the girl spank bank material of Levi.
Crouching beside Levi he looked anxiously in the direction the sounds were
coming from.
At Eren's whispered question, Levi shook his head. "Don't think so, but seems
like someone had the same idea as us. We should probably head back though
before someone does come looking for us," he replied in a quiet murmur, pushing
himself up to his feet, brushing his hands off before adjusting the throbbing
in his pants. Looking sidelong at Eren, he bent and retrieved the cape, shaking
it out before he was wrapping it back around the other boy and tugging him
close so they could make their way back to Levi's house.
Eren continued to look around anxiously, holding onto Levi's arm tightly. He
didn't know why he was so nervous, maybe the weed? All he could imagine was the
demon from the play and wondered if there was any wildlife in this part of the
woods. He shook his head and bit his lip, kneading Levi's arm with his hand
unconsciously for comfort.
As they walked, the crunching and crashing became louder and out of the brush
came an interlocked form of two people making out wildly as they stumbled along
together, pawing desperately as clothes were flung away from them. Eren almost
squeaked in fright, pulling Levi behind him without thought, but then sighed,
seeing a familiar two toned hair cut before him.
"Jean?" he asked loudly, still keeping Levi behind him, watching his best
friend go at it with some faceless person hidden from Eren’s view.
The two paused as Jean tore his face away to give his best friend a dazed smirk
with a very red mouth. "H-Hey Eren... I-I wasn't bad so you don't have to beat
me up anymore..."
The figure behind Jean snickered.
Levi drew Eren back against his chest, wrapping a protective and assuring arm
around his waist. When his gaze followed Eren's to the other pair of teens, he
cocked a smirk and a breathy chuckle sounded from him. He leaned in close to
Eren's ear from behind, murmuring in regards to Jean, "Poor bastard." He caught
Marco's eye over Eren's shoulder, but didn't say a word. He wondered if Jean
realized that Marco was younger than them. Probably had no clue given how the
freckled teen was likely the one to instigate their tryst to begin with.
"Let's leave them to it comoară. We still need to feed the spirits before we go
to bed," he prompted, giving the other boy a squeeze.
Eren frowned when he recognized that Jean's partner was Marco, but if the tan
boy’s wandering hands were any sign, it was obviously consensual. Marco was
giggling and purring into Jean’s ear as he continued dragging him towards the
dark lake area that Eren and Levi had just vacated. "See ya Eren," said Jean
with smile that was almost boastful, obviously excited he was gonna get some.
Eren just sighed again and pulled Levi to his side so he could wrap his arm
protectively around Levi's waist as they walked back to the party. "You got me
all on guard with your talks of spirits and shit. Gotta protect you," Eren
said, giving Levi a squeeze as they walked, actually looking around the dark
like he was making sure there were no threats to his tiny perfect boyfriend.
Levi snorted softly and leaned into Eren, unbothered by the prospect of Eren
protecting him. They were equals after all; they should protect each other.
"The spirits aren't anything to worry about comoară. We're already protected,"
he assured as they wandered back up the path to the house. The fire was still
burning and there were still many people seated around it, softer music and
conversation with the occasional burst of laughter taking place of the earlier
excitement. A number of the guests had retired to tents and trailers as well.
He pulled Eren back around the side of the house and inside the candlelit
kitchen where several fancy cakes, pastries and candied fruits were set in
little decorative dishes etched with delicate runes. "That's what the spirits
are dining on this evening," he said, pointing at the little spread.
Eren whistled with wide eyes. "Fuckin’ spirits... getting the best grub," he
grumbled, eyeing the food with covet. There was no way he would risk offending
Levi and the spirits by stealing some, but man was it tempting. "How do we feed
the spirits then?" Eren asked, more interested in the 'getting to bed' part of
their list of things to do.
"We put the food outside on the porch and burn some herbs to welcome them. This
way, they stay clear of inside the dwelling and will bless us for the new
year," Levi explained with a half smile, stepping away from Eren towards the
counter. He retrieved some of the dishes and offered them to the other boy,
waiting until Eren had accepted them before he picked up the rest. "They always
like our cakes and candies best. You'll see what I mean in the morning," he
said as he lead the way back out onto the porch.
Eren helped set out the trays then heard his phone go off from within the
house. "Shit," Eren whispered to himself when he realized that he must have
left the device in his jeans’ pocket when he’d changed into his costume
earlier. He dashed back inside to Levi's bedroom and found his pants to grab
his phone.
"Eren?" Carla's voice sounded through the phone, shrill with distraught as Eren
finally picked up.
"Hey mom," Eren said, cringing, hoping she wouldn't freak out.
"Eren Jaeger, you said you would phone me to check in," Carla said, voice
turning angry even though she had finally gotten a hold of him.
"I’m sorry," Eren whined, "I left my phone inside while we were with Levi's
family. I um… Didn’t want to lose it. We came in to go to bed."
"Mm. Well good. It's late. Where will you be sleeping?" she asked, not actually
wondering, only reminding Eren of her rules.
"The couch," Eren said unhappily, "It’s gonna be so uncomfortable."
"You could always come home," Carla said in a sing song voice.
"No, no! That's okay. I'll sleep on the couch!" Eren assured, physically
shaking his head. He definitely didn't want to go home.
"Are you sure?" Carla asked, a little hope in her voice, "I don't mind coming
to get you!"
"Mom!" Eren whined, his pout apparent in his voice.
"Fine," Carla said, her own pout evident, "Go to bed then. I'll see you
tomorrow. Goodnight sweetheart."
Eren almost sighed in relief. "Night mom, see you tomorrow." He ended the call
and turned around to see Levi standing in the doorway. Eren smiled with a shrug
then looked at Levi's bed and stretched. "Gonna get ready for bed?" he asked,
fully intent on not sleeping on the couch.
Levi arched a brow, his silver eyes tracing over Eren's body as he stretched.
"Comoară, if you'd rather have my bed, I can sleep in the den," he said rather
than rejecting Eren's obvious intentions outright. He would love to sleep
spooned with the other boy like they had previous, but after overhearing the
conversation his boyfriend had with Carla, he became paranoid that she would
somehow find out that Eren had lied to her. She already probably assumed he
would break her rules and he felt like proving her assumptions right would be a
lose for him.
Eren deflated and looked at Levi with a full on pouty face. "I wanna cuddle,"
he said with a whine, stomping his feet in protest. "C'mon Levi! There's no way
she'd find out unless one of us or your mom told her. We'll be alright." He
gave Levi his best version of the puppy dog pout, reaching forward to tug on
his boyfriend’s hand and lead him towards the bed.
Levi shifted his weight restlessly and refused to let Eren draw him more than a
step closer to his bed. Why did Eren have to make it harder? Of course he
wanted to cuddle too, but Carla's threats echoed in the back of his head and he
couldn't silence them. He'd already let Eren break enough of her rules for one
night.
"I can't comoară. I gave my word. If she somehow finds out, I'll have lied to
her. I'll tuck you in," he argued, hoping to coax the other boy and make him
understand his reluctance. He squeezed Eren's hand a little, his other rubbing
at the back of his own neck, feeling torn and guilty for having to refuse him.
Eren whined loudly and tugged harder, but when Levi wouldn't budge, he sighed
in defeat. "Fine... I'll take the couch... don't wanna sleep in your bed
without you in it," Eren grumbled, stepping forward to hug Levi and kiss the
boy on the neck, still obviously deflated and unhappy.
He let go as ideas of throwing them into bed and holding on so that Levi
couldn't leave danced in his head. He didn't want to upset Levi by forcing him
to go against Carla. He backed up and threw off his shirt, grabbing his
discarded clothing from earlier to change into. He was pulling off the boots so
that he was only in the tights, which were sitting low on his waist showing off
his perfectly cut v when he looked up to see Levi staring. "I'm just changing
before I go to the couch, I'm not gonna stay," he said, still obviously
pouting.
The Romani swallowed hard, nodding vaguely as he watched Eren changing, having
an extremely difficult time tearing his gaze away, especially after the
lingering feel of that cheeky little mouth against his neck and he was sure it
was meant as punishment for his rejection. He itched to trace the revealed dips
and curves with his fingertips and tongue. He cursed under his breath in
Romanian and forced his eyes to the floor, reminding himself again why he had
to sleep alone.
Once Eren was finished, only wearing his shirt and boxers to bed, and after
what seemed like an eternity to Levi, he reached for the brunette and tugged
him along to the den to tuck him into the bed that Mami had set up for Eren
earlier on. He spent long seconds looking at him, brushing fingers through his
hair and knuckles across soft, tanned and flush cheeks, the touch apologetic
and reverent. He leaned over Eren to press a kiss to his mouth, murmuring
against his lips, "I'll see you in the morning. Vise plăcute comoară."
"Mm goodnight aşkım. Hope you can sleep well without me... I know I won't,"
Eren said, a subtle pout to his bottom lip as he settled into the couch. He
would respect Levi's wishes though and stay where he was. At least the couch
was comfy and worn in and he was tired from the festivities and the alcohol.
Levi sighed and pressed one more kiss to the corner of Eren's lips before he
straightened up. "I don't think my bed will have ever felt so empty," he said
as he turned to make his way back down the hallway.
He peeled off his clothing once he'd closed the door nearly all the way,
leaving it open a crack. A single candle flickered on his dresser, bathing the
room in soft smoky light as it mingled with the incense burning next to it. In
his underwear and feeling the day catching up to him, he crawled under the
bedding and closed his eyes. He wouldn't remember falling asleep when he was
woken later.
Chapter End Notes
     Mami-mommy
     Scumpule- darling
     comoară-Love/ treasure/ precious
     domniţă-princess
     dragule- sweetheart tată- father Dracu- fuck
     Naiba- shit
     bucată nemernic de rahat- piece of shit asshole
     Ești mort- you're dead
     Curvă dracului- fucking whore
     sprâncene- eyebrows
     Pereche- boyfriend/ mate
     Stareţă- mother
     Stea- Lover/ star/ destiny/ fate
     aşkım- my love
     obraznic curvă mic alb- cocky little white slut
     acı çirkin orospu - bitter ugly bitch
     Vise plăcute- sweet dreams
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