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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Eren_Yeager, Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Levi_ackerman, Mikasa_Ackerman,
      Armin_Arlert, Jean_Kirstchein, Connie_Springer, Annie_Leonhart, Reiner
      Braun, Kenny_Ackerman
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Drunk_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-09 Updated: 2015-02-23 Chapters: 13/? Words: 27423
****** Whoopsie ******
by applejax95
Summary
     Eren had a little too much at a party and his girlfriend's older
     cousin takes care of him. This was meant to be a one shot but it
     continued somehow, haha.
Notes
     There's some unspecified ships mentioned in here but this is mainly
     about Eren and Levi so I didn't tag them to keep them out of the
     other ships tags.
***** Chapter 1 *****
"No way, Eren."
"Please?" whined Eren, tugging on his girlfriend's hand.
"No, you’re too much of a lightweight," Mikasa reaffirmed, slightly rolling her
eyes.
"I am not!" Eren argued, "besides, how often do your parents go out of town and
leave you with a relative old enough to buy alcohol?" Mikasa only sighed in
response as Eren looked at her expectantly.
"She has a point," Armin said sheepishly, "Last time you got drunk after three
beers and started running around with your pants off."
Eren made a loud, high-pitched noise that made it clear he was offended despite
Armin being correct. “Come on, it’s a perfect opportunity for a party.”
"Speaking of parties," a fourth voice chimed in, it’s owner throwing an arm
around Armin’s shoulders, "I heard there was gonna be one at the Ackerman’s."
Eren made several panicked gestures as if he were cutting off his head with his
hand. The short, buzz-haired new member of the conversation was either ignoring
or not noticing them.
"Connie, don’t you have class on the other side of the building?" Armin laughed
nervously.
"I’m taking it easy today," he shrugged before continuing, "Anyway, Eren said
that Mikasa’s old-as-balls cousin was basically her guardian while her parents
were away, so we’re having a party tomorrow night, right? Jean and I have a bet
that—"
"That Jaeger is a lying sack of crap and isn’t actually having a party," a tall
boy with a long face joined in, crossing his arms and leaning casually against
the lockers of the hallway.
"Oh, lay off, horse face," Eren scoffed, "I-I was just…"
"Just what?" Jean sneered, leaning down to get in Eren’s face, "Just getting in
trouble with your girlfriend for inviting everyone to a nonexistent party?"
"Actually, Jean, the party’s at seven."
Everyone turned and stared at Mikasa, who had just spoken.
"Really?" Armin said, as if he were giving her a chance to take back what she
said, "are you sure?"
"Yeah," Mikasa said. She didn’t say anything else.
There were a few awkward moments of silence before Jean scoffed. “Whatever.
Let’s go, Connie.” He turned and walked down the hallway, looking irritated as
a cheerful Connie bounced alongside him.
"Mikasa," Eren said, blinking at her.
"What? I just didn’t want you embarrassing yourself." She absent-mindedly
tugged at the red scarf around her neck.
"Thanks," Eren said awkwardly, "I mean, you really don’t have to…"
"It’s fine," she waved him off and grabbed his hand, "Let’s go to class. Come
on, Armin."
***
The party was definately booming. Everyone bumped shoulders in Mikasa’s middle-
class house as loud music pounded against Eren’s eardrums. He recognized most
of the faces that were attached to bodies holding half-full solo cups, but he'd
somehow managed to wander away from Armin and Mikasa for what must have been
the fifth time that night. He swore he was going to sew his feet into the
ground; he was outgoing and liked to speak to everyone, but he mostly preferred
those two's company above everybody else's. He shoved through the crowd, more
than slightly fogged by alcohol as he tried to find his girlfriend and his best
friend.
He came to a circle of most of his friends sitting on the floor in front of the
couch in the living room. He stumbled forward and scanned the bodies for a
blond boy and a raven haired girl.
He found Armin first. He looked up at Eren through his slightly buzzed gaze,
and his happy face melted into horror.
Eren followed his eyes to a bottle that was in the middle of the circle. The
top of the empty container was pointed to Eren’s left, which led to a two
people kissing, one with a long face and one with short, black hair.
The kiss seemed awkward, Jean being way more into it than Mikasa was, but Eren
still tromped over, puffing out his chest and lifting Jean by the collar of his
button down shirt. Jean looked up at him, confused, right before Eren’s fist
collided with his cheek.
"Eren!" Mikasa shouted from the ground. Eren moved to jump on the taller, now
cursing boy, but a pair of strong arms held him back.
"Easy there, brat," said a low voice in his ear.
Eren roared in response and tried to lunge towards Jean, but his efforts were
in vain.
"Hey, settle the fuck down," the arms held him tighter, but the tone of the
speaker seemed completely indifferent.
"Let me go!" Eren shouted, trying to struggle out of the grasp. Only a few
people had taken notice of the struggle due to the loud music and the haze that
came along with alcohol consumption.
"Levi," Mikasa said, standing up to cross over to them, "Let him go. He’s
wasted, I’ll take him upstairs and—"
The voice in Eren’s ear cut her off, “You stay down here and take care of that
kid on the ground. They’re your guests. I’ll take this shithead upstairs.”
"He’s my guest, too!" Mikasa protested, curling her hand into fists.
"Mikasa, I swear to God I will call your parents." The words cracked like a
whip, making Eren go still for a moment.
Mikasa frowned as Eren was pulled away from her. A realization dawned on him
that he’d been staring at her with a dumbfounded, mouth open expression, and he
vaguely wondered if he looked like a fucking idiot. She didn’t move as she
disappeared from his line of sight as he was dragged up the stairs.
He was promptly thrown onto a bed he didn’t recognize; he guessed it must have
been Mikasa’s parents. In his intoxicated stupor, he flailed around, trying to
not fall off the bed. He would have failed if it wasn’t for the fist that
snapped out and grabbed hold of his shirt, keeping him from tumbling to the
floor.
"Jesus, you’re gone."
Eren tried to focus his vision on the owner of the arm that shoved him into a
proper laying position. As the man sat on the edge of the queen-sized bed, Eren
recognized the steely eyes and dark hair as familiar features that decorated
Mikasa.
"You’re Mikasa’s cousin…? Levi?" Eren slurred, pointing at the man.
"Great observation," Levi said, glaring at Eren. If looks could kill, the
green-eyed boy would have spontaneously combusted.
"Why’re you so angry?" Eren asked, the sentence taking way too long to come out
of his mouth. He scratched the back of his head and pushed himself up from the
laying position on the bed.
"Because I have to babysit an insufferable brat."
"Insubburble?"
Levi’s eyebrow twitched. He pinched the bridge of his nose, “I don’t know how I
got talked into allowing this…”
Eren giggled.
"What the fuck are you laughing about?" Levi snapped.
"You’re so cute," laughed Eren.
Levi stared at him and bit his lip for a fraction of a second before reverting
back to an annoyed expression. Eren kept smiling dumbly at the man. “Go to
sleep.”
"Wait," Eren said, reaching for the man’s shirt to prevent him from leaving,
"aren’ you ‘posed to take care of me?"
Levi blinked at him, “You can take care of yourself.” The older man eyed him
before reconsidering, “Scratch that, you do look pretty pathetic.”
"So you’ll stay?" Eren asked, tilting his head to the side. Levi's gaze
hardened.
"Knock it off, kid."
"Knogg off what?" Eren blinked at him, confused.
"Don’t try to be cute."
"I’m not trying to be cute. Wait, do you think I’m cute?" Eren looked at him
like an excited puppy.
"Go fuck yourself."
"Naw," Eren drawled, laughing as if Levi hadn't just completely rejected him,
"Take care of me.~"
"I swear to God," Levi clutched Eren’s shirt by the collar and leaned close,
intending to threaten the kid. But somehow, without knowing who initiated it,
their lips brushed against each other, sending a jolt through both of their
bodies.
Fuck it was Levi’s last thought before pressing his lips hard against the
boy’s. Eren moaned and opened his mouth, which made Levi curious and aroused.
He dipped his tongue into the kid’s mouth, and despite Eren being wasted off
his ass, he still managed to not be completely disgusting, although he seemed
to slobber a little more than most people would.
Their saliva mixed as their tongues slid against each other, and Levi gripped
Eren’s shirt harder. The kid’s moans were sending electric jolts from his mouth
straight to the tip of Levi’s cock.
Levi pulled away with an audible pop as Eren whined in protest.
"You’re drunk as fuck," Levi said, his blown pupils betraying his arousal.
"Mm, who cares," Eren huffed. He stuck out his bottom lip in a pout, and Levi
had to restrain himself from biting it.
"I’m not gonna get turned on by some shitty teenager."
Eren giggled again, rubbing his leg against Levi’s crotch. “But I think you
already—mn!”
Levi attacked Eren’s mouth mid-sentence as Eren continued to grind his leg
against his erection. He playfully tugged on the boy's lower lip, eliciting
another sound from Eren’s throat. He tried to speak, but Levi stopped him.
"Shut up," Levi ordered against the teenagers mouth, "don’t talk."
Eren obeyed as Levi moved to loom over him, putting one hand on the bed on
either side of the boy’s head. Lips moved from Eren’s mouth, along his jaw and
down his well defined neck.
Eren reached up, his fingers wandering under Levi’s black shirt and beginning
to trace circles on the skin of his lower back, raking his nails across it when
Levi nipped at his jugular.
Levi hissed through his teeth, then reached down to grip Eren’s waist firmly.
Eren’s fingertips trailed from Levi’s back to his front, below the waistline of
his jeans and down to brush against his shaft.
Levi stifled a moan in his throat as he hastily reached down to unbutton his
jeans, giving Eren easier access to his dick. He stopped kissing and regarded
the boy’s drunken, lust-filled eyes as warm hands jerked down Levi’s pants and
wrapped around his length. Levi bit his lip as Eren grinned and pumped him a
few times.
"Fuck, kid, we can’t," Levi breathed, despite thrusting softly into the boy’s
hand.
"Why not? ‘Seems like we can…" Eren drawled, squeezing Levi’s dick to watch his
eyebrows furrow further, using his thumb to rub the slit that was now leaking.
Levi growled. "Because it’s taking all my strength not to fuck you."
"So do it," the teenager dared, his eyes half lidded as he leered mischievously
up at him.
"Shit." The older man grabbed hold of Eren’s shirt and yanked it over his head
as Eren gave a surprised cry. Levi latched onto the boy's chest as he
unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off along with his underwear, pausing only
to remove his shoes and socks. Levi was still clothed except for the pants
draped halfway down his ass, but he had the gorgeous view of a tan, stark naked
body before him.
He took both their lengths into one hand and began stroking, gluing his mouth
to Eren’s once more. He was pleased as he felt erratic breathing in the boy’s
chest and he reached blindly for the night stand with his unoccupied hand. He
loudly knocked over a what must have been a picture and a lamp before grabbing
hold of the drawer and yanking it open. He pulled out a bottle of lube and
unlatched his lips as he opened the small tube and coated his fingers.
Thank god my aunt and uncle are still boning, he thought to himself.
"W-wait, how’d you—Ah!" Eren hissed and cut off his sentence as a slippery
finger slid inside him.
Levi stilled his hand, “I’m guessing by the way I’m losing circulation in my
fucking finger, you haven’t done this before?”
"Great observation," Eren half giggled, half breathed.
"Fucking wonderful," Levi said, but slid another finger inside the tight space
anyway. Eren whimpered multiple times as Levi scissored his fingers and
stretched the soft walls and eventually inserted a third finger. He couldn’t
keep from looking at the kid’s furrowed brows, clenched jaw and pink cheeks; he
was a hot mess and he looked delicious.
Levi grabbed the lube and began to prepare himself. “You’re still drunk?”
"No! I wazzn anyway!" Eren shouted despite the slurs in his speech.
Levi rolled his eyes, “Brat, I’m asking because it might numb the pain.”
"Oh," Eren blinked.
I should stop Levi thought, placing the bottle of lube on the nightstand. But
one look down and he saw the bright eyed brat, his tan skin tinged with pink,
his messy, punk ass hair sticking to his forehead and his well defined body
sprawled beneath him, and his stomach knotted. Levi leaned down and brushed his
lips against Eren’s ear.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he purred, failing to keep the seductive
rumble out of his voice.
"Mm-hmm," Eren nodded, scooting his ass towards Levi’s arousal.
Levi opened his mouth to speak, but the fingers tapping his length stole the
words from his mouth. He grabbed one of Eren’s legs and tossed it over his
shoulder, positioning his tip at Eren’s entrance.
"Take in a deep breath. I don’t want to rip you up." Levi was lying; that was
exactly what he wanted to do to the perfect boy under him. Eren obeyed and
pulled in a shuddering breath.
"Good boy," Levi said, "now, breathe out." He pushed into the tight heat as
Eren exhaled, but as soon as the air left his lungs, his open mouth moved gaped
with no sound except an occasional choke.
Levi held still about halfway in. “How’s it feel?”
Eren didn’t answer, just stared at Levi with wild eyes as he struggled to get
air. He was gripping the sheets beneath them so hard his knuckles were white.
"I asked you a question, brat. Just breathe, relax." Levi ran his hand through
Eren’s hair. His voice was hard, but the gentle gesture seemed to help Eren
calm down; the erratic breathing slowed to a somewhat more steady pace.
"F-feels weird," Eren murmured. Levi noticed how the words were more clear, and
realized that some of the alcoholic effect must have worn off. The kid was
still probably still a little buzzed, so he wasn’t too worried, which was
reinforced by Eren's next words. "Keep going, though."
Levi pushed deeper into the boy, the leg on his shoulder quivering as Eren
gasped. Levi began to pull out and back in, shallowly thrusting at a slow pace
until he felt the clenching warmth around him relax.
Levi rolled his hips at a quicker pace as he put one hand on Eren’s shoulder
and the other on his bare thigh. Eren reached up to grab at his arms, squeezing
erratically as Levi dug his nails into the boy’s flesh.
Eren’s body trembled and twitched as he shouted and whimpered, with Levi being
unable to stop a few short groans from slipping from his own mouth. Levi shoved
himself in all the way to the hilt, and by the way Eren’s eyes peeled open, he
knew he hit the kid’s pleasure button. Levi pulled up his t-shirt so that the
bare skins of their chests could rub together, lubricated by a combination of
both of their perspiration.
Eren threw an arm over his eyes, his teeth grinding as he hissed and moaned. He
growled that he was getting close, and Levi picked up his pace, thrusting until
the boy was near screaming and—
A loud knock on the door.
"Eren? Are you in there?" Eren couldn't even distinguish who the voice belonged
to, a foggy mixture of liquor and lust dulling his mind.
He gripped the bed, his eyes wide. Levi glanced at the door, but didn't stop
thrusting into the boy's ass, his dick rubbing against his prostate and sending
voltage through Eren's whole body. Tears from the blend of pain and pleasure
swelling in Eren's eyes as he bit his lip, but was unable to suppress the
sounds.
The voice came again, more concerned. "Eren?!"
Levi clamped a hand over Eren’s mouth, muffling the sounds as hot tears spilled
from the luminous eyes. Levi fucked him into the quietly squeaking mattress as
fast and as hard as he could, wrapping a hand around Eren’s dick and stroking
it in the same pace. In no time those eyes were squeezing shut, screams being
quieted by the hand over Eren's mouth.
His seed exploded onto Levi’s stomach, his whole body quaking and trembling
with orgasm. The walls tightened around Levi’s cock and he kept thrusting,
nearly sending Eren into sobbing overstimulation before he finally came as
well.
Levi collapsed over the boy, their sweaty chests sliding against each other.
The boy reached up weakly and drew circles on Levi’s back.
After about a minute, Levi gathered some strength to push himself up and walk
to the master bathroom, grabbing a towel to wipe up the mess they’d made before
it could leak onto the sheets. Levi was exhausted. He dragged his feet as he
tossed the towel into the bathroom, walked over to the bed pulled the sheets
back to collapse next to the drowsy, speechless boy.He remembered wondering
what the brat’s name was as he watched him pass out right before he fell
asleep.
***
Eren’s eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the bright light spilling in the
bedroom window. He was disoriented at first, wondering where he was, smiling
dumbly for a reason he didn’t know.
The door opened suddenly and a short, black-haired man strode in, tossing a
heap of clothes at Eren.
"I just pulled those out of the drier," he said.
Eren held the clothes that he remembered he wore last night, and it wasn’t
until then he realized he was butt naked in his girlfriend’s parents’ bed. He
stared at the man in horror and felt the blood drain from his face as he
recalled the events from last night.
"Oh, my god," Eren said, reaching up and grabbing two fistfuls of hair, "Oh,
fucking hell. Shit."
"Watch your damn mouth, brat," the man said, folding his arms over his chest.
Eren noticed that the man was already clean and dressed in different clothes
than the ones he was in last night, but a glance at the clock on the nightstand
told him it wasn't even 8 o'clock.
"Where’s Mikasa?" Eren choked, "Does she know where I am?"
"I could tell her, she’s passed out on the couch," Levi said indifferently,
"What’s your name?"
"No! Don’t!" Eren pleaded, "Just please don’t."
Levi furrowed his eyebrows further than they usually were. “Why are you so
freaked out?”
"Did she hear us last night?"
"The person who knocked last night was the blond mushroom kid. And he was
looking for someone called Eren anyway so I don't think he…"
Levi froze as if someone pointed a remote at him and pressed pause. Eren swore
he held the position for five whole seconds before his face darkened and he
turned around and walked out of the room without a word. Eren guessed that Levi
pieced together his name, and his affiliation with Mikasa.
Eren stared after him dumbfounded for a few seconds before shaking his head and
hastily pulling on his clothes and flying down the stairs. He got down in time
to see Levi peeling out of the driveway on his motorcycle from a window in the
kitchen, leaving Eren standing alone among the aftermath of the party,
confused, guilty, but somehow strangely satisfied.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Eren feels like a douche and his after-sex glow is painfully obvious.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Eren was completely dumbfounded at Levi's reaction to finding out who he was.
Why did Levi fuck him senselessly without even knowing his name? There were so
many things about the mysterious man that left Eren intrigued, a desire to
thoroughly explore him rising within him.
Eren rubbed his forehead. He had to shake Levi off his mind. That was so fucked
up. He began cleaning up the house, picking up half empty cups and other
various items and throwing blankets over a few of the people passed out on the
floor. Most people went home; the few that remained included Connie, who was
curled around a redheaded girl named Sasha, and freckled boy called Marco.
Eren threw away a few handfuls of trash and went into the living room. There
noticed Mikasa as she peacefully slept, her head resting on her folded arms and
her torso was draped over the arm of the couch. Eren admitted she truly was a
beautiful girl, and he wondered if she doesn't hear that enough.
He brushed hair out of her relaxed face, resting his hand in her dark mane as
guilt twisted in his stomach. He recalled the night he'd spent with Levi, and
immediately wanted to punch himself in the face. He really didn't want to even
think about causing her any pain; she'd done absolutely nothing to deserve it.
Despite that, he couldn't bring himself to admit that he would take back the
feeling of Levi's skin on his, which made him feel like an even bigger piece of
crap.
Mikasa's eyes opened slowly and the hand in her hair snapped back to Eren's
side as he knelt in front of her.
"Eren?" she murmured, sleep still heavy in her voice.
"Yeah," he said, glancing at the floor.
"Are you still mad?" she rubbed her eyes and sat up.
"Mad?" Eren looked back at her and furrowed his brow.
"About Jean..." She sucked on the inside of her cheek and folded her hands
between her knees, awkwardly looking at the door. It took Eren a second to
realize she thought he was going to explode again.
"Oh, I..." Eren faltered. He didn’t even really know exactly what happened with
that anyway. He wasn't usually the jealous type; he was mostly defending
Mikasa's honor, which he hoped would still remain intact after she found out
what happened after he went upstairs.
"Didn't think about it, I kind of fell asleep," Eren fibbed. He felt squirmy.
He wanted the light fixture above his head to fall and crush him.
"It wasn't like a real thing," Mikasa spoke in a rush, grabbing hold of one of
Eren's hands as if he would fly away at any moment, "We were playing spin the
bottle, everyone was, and he spun and it landed on me and everyone was laughing
but then you walked up and--"
"It's fine!" Eren grabbed her shoulders, but it was gentle. He looked away
again soon after." Just please don't worry about it..."
Relief washed over her features as she sighed before throwing her arms around
his shoulders. She squeezed him tightly. "That's good..."
Eren hesitated before hugging her back suddenly with worry that she would think
he was still angry. He wrapped his arms around her firm waist and for a moment
he felt warm.
But warmth wasn't what he felt last night when he had that hard body on top of
him. No, he had intense burning in his cheeks and a white hot flame in the core
of his belly, and every part of him that was touched now tingled longing. It
was as if his body was calling for the man.
Eren had an urge to wash his brain out with bleach. He shouldn't compare Mikasa
to Levi. He'd never even gotten to the point of intercourse with her or
anybody. And Mikasa actually meant something to him, but his first time was a
one time fuck that meant nothing.
Of course, it meant nothing.
Mikasa pulled away from Eren and looked at his face. Her lips curled slightly
in a small smile. "Eren, you're blushing."
"I am?" Eren covered his face with his hands in abject horror.
Mikasa giggled softly and Eren seriously wished a vortex would open up and
consume him. She wouldn't be laughing if she could read his thoughts.
"Hey, if you wanna go home, you can," Mikasa said, intertwining her fingers
with his, "I want to go to the gym. Unless you wanna go with me."
"No, thanks," Eren declined. His arms were still sore from when he lifted a
couple days ago, and he didn't work out every day like Mikasa did.
"Okay," she kissed his cheek, "I'll help you clean up before I go."
"No, I'm pretty much done anyway. You go ahead," Eren smiled, his cheek numb
where her lips touched it, "Oh, and let me know if that short girl gives you
shit."
Mikasa rolled her eyes. "She doesn't give me shit. She's just always competing
with me, I guess."
"Well don't hesitate to kick her ass," Eren laughed.
"I won't," Mikasa headed towards the stairs. Eren woke up Armin and the two of
them got glasses of water for everyone. He didn't hear Mikasa leave.
By the time they were done tending to everyone's hangovers and making sure
everyone got safely home, Armin and Eren were finally ready to leave. They were
standing in the driveway, Eren both in a hurry to get out and stalling to leave
at the same time. He was terrified at the thought of Levi coming home while he
was still here. He also wanted to catch a glance of him or even exchange a few
words with him, but wasn't hopeful of that anyway. What do you even say to the
boyfriend of your little cousin that you accidentally drunk fucked in the ass?
Maybe it would be better to never see him again. Ever.
"Hey," Armin got Eren's attention suddenly as he unlocked his car. "You look
kinda happy today. Aren't you hungover?"
"What are you talking about? I'm always happy." Eren said sarcastically, "and
no, I don't usually get hangovers."
Armin eyed him in a way that made Eren slightly uncomfortable. It was only for
a second but it made him feel like Armin knew something that he didn't. Armin
shrugged. "I wish I had as little tolerance as you."
"Hey!"
"It's true," Armin shrugged again, "Anyway, can I come over?"
"Do you even need to ask?"
Armin smiled and they both got into their cars. Armin was delayed about a half
hour or so because stopped at his house to change and shower, but he was
pulling into Eren’s stone driveway in no time.
"You're doing it again," Armin walked in the room told Eren, already seated on
the couch as he was flipping through channels.
"Doing what?" Eren looked at him, alarmed.
"Looking all pleased with yourself," Eren felt the weight of the couch shift as
Armin sat down beside him, "What happened last night?"
Eren wanted to kick himself when he felt his face get hot. "N-nothing."
"Eren," Armin said seriously, "Don't try to fool me."
Eren bit his lip. If he tried to lie, he knew Armin wouldn't buy it or humor
him enough to stop bugging him about it; Eren really was shitty at lying and
Armin was way too good with observation to be tricked.
Eren took a breath. "I... Did something kind of bad and I don't want to talk
about it," he looked at the floor, avoiding the piercing blue eyes. "Not yet.
I'll tell you later."
It wasn't a lie. Armin was a good friend; Eren knew he wouldn't tell anyone or
make him feel unnecessarily bad about it. He would also offer expert advice,
even if it wasn’t what Eren wanted to hear. Still, at the moment, he didn't
want to bring it up.
"I know," Armin said gently. Eren didn’t know if the kid was actually trying to
make him feel stupid or not. "We can talk about it later. Let's watch some TV."
***
After Armin went home, Eren's parents came home from work and his mother began
to prepare dinner. His father sat on the couch on the opposite side from Eren,
his nose in a medical magazine. The house only had a half wall that separated
the living room from the kitchen, so it was easy to talk between the two rooms.
He couldn't help but notice their eyes wandering over to him in a slightly more
serious manner than they usually did as they carried on their light
conversations, Eren occasionally chiming in when it was relevant. Eren soon
found out the reason for their watchful eyes over dinner when someone set down
their fork to speak.
"Eren, we couldn't help but notice you have a kind of glow about you today,"
Eren's mom said suddenly, her brown eyes warm but serious.
"Is there anything you would like to tell us?" his father said, folding his
hands on the table.
Eren continued eating. "No," he said between mouthfuls, "Nothing I can think
of."
"Oh, Eren," his mother said kindly as Eren stuffed his mouth with more food.
Maybe if he finished his supper he could run upstairs and avoid the
conversation completely. "We want you to be able to tell us about things like
this. We know you were over at Mikasa's last night..."
Oh my god, please, no, Eren mentally cried.
“What your mother is trying to ask is,” Eren's father pushed up his round
glasses, "Did you have intercourse?"
Eren nearly choked on his food, slamming a fist into his chest as he coughed;
he’d expected the question, but not quite as unignorably blunt, "what?! No!"
His mom reached across the table and pulled his ear.
"Gah!" Eren said, flailing one arm in a poor imitation of self-defense, but his
mother's hand had already retreated.
She looked at him with eyes heavy lidded and a knowing smile, "Your ears turned
red. That means you're lying. We just want you to be safe…”
Eren put his face in his hands. "Oh, my god, mom, please."
"Haven't they taught you about STD's? I mean I doubt Mikasa has anything, she's
a nice girl, but you also don't want her to get pregnant."
Wait, did Levi use a condom? Whoopsie.
"Mom, I really do not want to talk about this," Eren grumbled.
"Carla," his father said softly, "He'll talk about it when he's ready." Eren's
mother nodded at him before his dad turned his attention back to Eren. "But
until then, you're not to be home alone with Mikasa here."
"What?! Why?" Eren shouted, half angry and half confused.
"Whatever it is you're doing, we don't want you to do it under our roof until
we know what it is," said Eren's mom.
Eren just groaned in response. He was supposed to hang out with Mikasa
tomorrow. Now what was he supposed to do? He couldn't just start blowing her
off, especially after what he'd done…
His face paled with realization. He was going to have to go over to the
Ackerman house again and very possibly converse with Levi again.
"Eren, honey, are you all right?" his mother's voice was concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he lied, "Hey, I'm kinda tired. I'm going to go upstairs." He
stood up and kissed both of his parents on the cheek and thanked them for the
meal before either of them could protest.
"Night!" he called from the stairway. He reached the top and flew into his
bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He leaned with his back against the door
and ran a hand through his hair.
“Fuck,” he whispered to himself, reaching behind his head and yanking off his
t-shirt. He undid his belt and he stepped out of his pants when they slid to
the floor. He rolled his boxers down his hips and replaced them with a pair of
cut off sweatpants and crawled into bed.
He switched off the light switch, which was next to his bed on the wall, and
folded his hands between the back of his head and his pillow. The moonlight was
spilling into the room through the window, leaving large, irregular rectangles
stretched on the ceiling.
He closed his eyes and dreamt of warm arms wrapping around him, cocooning him
in safety and comfort.
***
The next day Eren awoke with Mikasa leaning over him.
“Fuck!” he yelled on instinct, sitting upright immediately, “When did you…?”
Amusement flashed in Mikasa’s eyes. “I figured I’d come get you.”
“Ah, you didn’t need to,” Eren scratched the back of his head, laughing
nervously, “Are my parents here?”
“No, the cars are gone,” Mikasa replied, walking back and leaning against the
wall opposite Eren.
“Ah, well, they have this new rule where you can’t be over here with me alone…”
he explained. He realized it was a really, really dumb thing to say. She was
going to ask why.
“Why’s that?” Mikasa furrowed her thin eyebrows.
Fuck.
“They think, that, well…”Eren felt his face getting hot from embarrassment. He
figured it’d be better to say half the truth instead of trying to think of a
shitty lie, “They think that we, you know…” Understanding dawned over Mikasa
visually.
“Oh,” she said. Eren wasn’t sure if she was upset or amused, but there was a
change from the confusion in her face to something he couldn’t read.
She moved off of the wall and crossed the floor. For a second Eren panicked and
thought she was going to hit him. He braced himself, squeezing his eyes shut,
but suddenly there was something warm against his lips.
“Mikasa?” Eren squeaked against her mouth. She responded by slipping her tongue
past his lips and into his mouth. She tasted sweet, and he suddenly felt
embarrassed because he probably had morning breath. She didn’t seem to mind,
though. She climbed into his lab and straddled his hips, her tongue moving
alongside his with the same technicality as Levi, but with less brute force.
Eren broke away, horrified by his last thought. What the actual hell was wrong
with him? Was he seriously comparing Mikasa to her cousin?
“What’s wrong?” Mikasa asked, concerned by his sudden hesitation.
“Nothing,” he said, looking anywhere but her face, “I’m just not in the mood.
Sorry.”
“Oh,” Mikasa said, her cheeks turning red as she pressed her lips together and
climbed off of him.
“No, no,” Eren said frantically when he noticed he made Mikasa feel humiliated,
“I don’t mean it like that! I just don’t feel… good.”
“Do you still want to come over?” Mikasa asked awkwardly, holding one of her
biceps with her hand.
Eren considered saying no simply because that meant he could dodge an encounter
with Levi. It wasn’t like he normally avoided his problems; he just seriously
did not know how to handle this particular issue because he’d never experienced
anything close to it. Maybe he should talk to Armin about this…
“Yeah, totally!” Eren said with false enthusiasm. If Mikasa saw through it, she
didn’t let on. She gave him a small smile and moved to stand in the doorway.
“I’ll be downstairs. You get ready,” she said before turning to leave, “And you
might want to brush your teeth.”
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry this chapter's really short.
     If you have any questions or corrections please don't hesitate to
     tell me.
     I'm going to update every week on Mondays because I need schedules or
     else I accomplish nothing. Thank you all for the comments and kudos
     oh my gosh this is the second thing I've ever posted and I'm so happy
     people like it! xoxo
     EDIT: regular updates starting after finals D: gomen.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Eren's awkward, he winds up stuck between two Ackermans at one point.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Eren, are you okay? You look a little sick.”
Eren jumped as if someone just shouted in his ear. “No, I’m fine.”
Mikasa frowned at him, her eyes unconvinced, but she shrugged it off. They were
on Mikasa’s porch, and Eren was relieved to see that she was digging a key out
of her purse. If the door was locked, it meant a certain someone wasn’t there
to let them in. She twisted the key and opened the door, stepping inside. Eren
followed her into the kitchen.
“Do you have homework due tomorrow?” Mikasa asked, tossing her black purse onto
the counter.
“Are you my mother?” Eren groaned, avoiding the question. He slipped out of his
shoes and left them by the door. They only had a month or so left of school
anyway, he couldn’t believe Mikasa was giving him crap.
“Just asking,” Mikasa said indifferently, “If you don’t wanna do it it’s up to
you.”
They went into the living room and Eren plopped down on the soft couch like it
was his own. Mikasa went to the left of their flat screen TV to the impressive
shelf of DVD’s. She pulled out one DVD case and held it up for Eren to see.
“My parents bought this a little bit ago,” she explained, “want to watch it?”
Eren regarded the case that was covered in decaying yellow and gray people who
appeared to be lunging at whoever the viewer was. “Your parents are into
horror?”
“Apparently,” Mikasa said, “They still think I’m afraid of it though.”
“Aren’t you?” Eren teased with a playful smirk.
“Hmph,” Mikasa grumbled and shook the DVD case, “Do you want to watch it or
not?”
Eren laughed. “Yeah, let’s watch it."
Mikasa put the disc into the player and started the movie before curling up
next to Eren on the couch. He put his arm around her as the movie began. It
seemed to be a well-budgeted flick about a group of teenagers who were
completely dumbfounded when a zombie apocalypse interrupts their typical high
school lives. There was a pretty cool chase scene ensuing when Eren heard a
rumbling motor approach outside before the sound cut off.
He immediately tensed, realizing he’d forgotten completely that there was
another temporary occupant of the Ackerman house. He looked at Mikasa, who was
biting her lip, her wide eyes glued to the TV screen. In any other situation,
Eren would have laughed and teased her, but right now he was debating whether
or not he should bolt out the back door.
He didn’t have enough time to decide. He heard the front door open and
footsteps on the tile of the kitchen floor. Eren fixed his eyes on the TV and
tried his damnest not to look at Levi, as he was sure he would see him on the
couch from the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, but his efforts
were in vain.
A shadow passed over the doorway in the corner of Eren’s eye, and it proved to
be too much temptation for him. He chanced a quick glance.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Levi blatantly staring at him, a
nonchalant scowl on his face, as a blood-curdling scream tore from the TV, a
victim being claimed by the undead. In spite of how much Eren wanted to, he
couldn’t look away. He didn’t know if he was afraid of the man or intrigued by
him, or an odd combination of both. It was Levi who broke their eye contact.
“Mikasa,” his voice cracked like a whip as he gestured toward the TV, “What’s
this shit?”
Mikasa was startled at the mention of her name, but Eren guessed that was more
due to the effects of the movie. She only glanced at Levi once, and then her
eyes fixated back on the movie. “It’s that new horror flick.”
“Mm.” Levi crossed the room to where Eren and Mikasa were sitting, and flung
himself down on the couch. Eren winced at Levi’s sudden movement, and looked at
his girlfriend to see if she noticed his peculiar behavior. Mikasa had jumped
too, but Eren quickly realized that was only due to an unexpected zombie that
leaped out from behind a door.
Eren’s eyes flashed back to the man next to him, accidentally locking eyes
again. Levi frowned and swiftly raised his arm at him. Eren recoiled, expecting
to get smacked across the face for staring, but Levi only dropped his arm down
to rest on the back of the couch behind Eren’s head.
Levi crossed his legs, and although his mouth never twitched out of the hard
line of a frown, Eren could see the smirk in his grey eyes. Embarrassment
tightened in Eren’s stomach like a fist. Levi was fucking with him.
“Oh, my god,” Mikasa murmured, and Eren glanced back at the screen. He cringed
at the revolting scene in front of him as repulsive, rotting corpses tore apart
some poor girl’s mangled body. He could have sworn he heard Levi scoff a laugh.
Mikasa stood up and patted her dress down. “I’m gonna get some drinks,” she
stated, “You guys want anything?”
“Just some pop,” Eren said, avoiding looking at the screen.
“Water,” said Levi.
Mikasa turned to go into the kitchen, leaving Eren and Levi alone. Eren
squeezed his hands together between his knees and avoided looking at him at all
costs, though he could feel heat rise in his cheeks. They sat in awkward
silence for a few seconds, the only sounds consisting of the screams from the
TV and Mikasa’s movements in the kitchen.
“Do you have an issue, brat?” Levi droned.
“No,” Eren denied dumbly. His eyes were fixed on the floor in front of the TV.
Maybe if he stared hard enough he would disappear into thin air.
Levi sighed, “Something’s wrong with your face, then. It’s redder than a
menstruating preteen’s underpants.”
“What?” Eren squeaked, covering his face with his hands, “No, it’s not!”
He wanted to kick himself. He knew damn well he was blushing; he couldn’t
ignore the obvious burning of his skin. Oh, well, better pull a Nixon.
“Tch,” Levi scoffed. He then moved close to Eren, his mouth inches from his
ear, and spoke in a low, husky tone as Eren’s breath caught in his throat,
“Listen, kid, you can’t get some crush on me just because I pounded your drunk
ass into oblivion. You need to for—"
Eren waved his hands in front of his face and jumped up from the couch,
stammering something incomprehensible before Levi could finish. He nearly
sprinted to the kitchen, but he was stopped when he slammed into something.
Eren felt a cool splash of liquid on his chest and neck, along with a slight
pain in his chest as something hard briefly crashed against him. There was a
clatter as three glasses fell to the hardwood floor. Mikasa stood in front of
Eren, dark brown soda dripping off her face.
“Damn it, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Eren said.
Mikasa looked down at herself and frowned. Her white dress and black cardigan
had giant splatters on them, and her scarf was in danger of staining.
“It’s fine, Eren,” she said, pulling the scarf off her neck. She turned around
and Eren followed her into the kitchen. He bent down and opened the cabinet
under the sink to grab some paper towels as Mikasa began running the water
above him, her scarf clenched in one hand.
“I’m really sorry, I hope I didn’t ruin your clothes,” Eren worried, dabbing a
wad of paper towels on Mikasa’s chest.
“Thanks, but I don’t think that’s going to help much,” she said, but Eren could
hear the smile in her voice. Eren was glad she wasn’t embarrassed, but he
couldn’t help but cringe when he thought about Levi resisting the urge to laugh
at him in the living room, as he was sure he was.
Steam began to rise from the water that was streaming out of the faucet. Mikasa
tested it with her fingers, and then stuck the stained part of her scarf under
the flow.
“Jesus, Mikasa,” a rough voice said behind them, “Use cold water. Do you want
it to stain?”
Eren looked back. Levi was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed,
eyeing them with fixed brows. Eren wondered if he was ever not scowling.
“Oh,” Mikasa said, and twisted the faucet from red to blue.
Levi rolled his eyes. “I’ll clean your stuff. Go take a shower, and leave your
clothes outside. I’ll get the crap out of it.”
Mikasa looked at him reluctantly. Levi pressed his lips together.
“You’re going to smell like fucking artificial sweeteners for the rest of the
day if you don’t,” Levi shrugged indifferently, “Up to you, but it’s gross.”
“Fine,” Mikasa sighed, “Be out in a bit.” Without warning, she gave Eren a
chaste kiss on the cheek and then quickly disappeared up the stairs.
As soon as she was gone, Eren stared hard at the ground. Levi crossed over to
the sink and stuck a plug in the drain, filling the basin with water. He then
went upstairs to retrieve Mikasa’s clothes.
When he came back, they stood there in silence, Eren mentally preparing himself
for whatever insult Levi would throw at him. He promised himself not to sound
like a whiney little bitch again. If Levi commented on his intelligence, he
would go for something witty. If he called him a klutz, he would say it was an
accident. If he said anything referring to the night of the party he would…
“Good job,” said Levi. He put Mikasa’s dress in one side of the sink and the
scarf and cardigan in the other.
“Shut up!” Eren shouted defensively, “It was an accident!”
“I know,” Levi sighed, “This dress needs vinegar.”
Eren’s arm automatically shot into the cabinet under the sink and grabbed a
large jug of the liquid. He held it out to Levi, who raised an eyebrow.
“What?” muttered Eren. What could he have possibly done wrong with that?
“You didn’t have to get it,” Levi said bluntly.
“Whatever, just take it,” insisted Eren, forcing the blush out of his cheeks.
“Thanks,” murmured Levi, taking the jug. His movements were softer, and Eren
wondered if he was trying to be gentle or just more civil than he was in the
living room.
“You know, you have that shit all over your neck,” Levi pointed out, leaning
against the edge of the sink, “And your shirt.”
“Ugh, I know,” Eren admitted. He clumped up a handful of the bottom of his
shirt and wiped his neck down, revealing his midriff. He noticed Levi’s eyes
drift down to the bare skin
and then shoot back up. Eren furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief, and for once
knew Levi didn’t notice.
“You should probably wear something that isn’t covered in filth,” Levi alleged.
“I don’t have any shirts here,” Eren blinked at him.
“Then borrow one of mine,” Levi iterated as if it were obvious, “The room I’m
in is across from Mikasa’s.”
“By myself?” Eren quietly pointed a finger at his chest.
Levi glowered at him. “Yes, by yourself. Are you afraid you’ll get lost, brat?”
“No,” Eren explained, “I just didn’t know what one to grab, and I didn’t know
if you’re all weird about privacy or something…”
“I don’t have anything to hide up there, if that’s what you mean,” Levi hummed.
“No, that’s not what I--!”
“It’s fine, brat,” Levi cut him off, heading to the stairs, “Come on.”
Eren followed the short man up the stairs as the hiss of Mikasa’s shower became
audible. Eren assumed this must have been the Ackerman’s guest room, but it was
still very nice. The walls were painted blue and the sheets and furniture were
black. Levi hadn’t bothered to turn the light on, so the only light coming into
the room was shrouded by dark curtains, making the room rather dim.
“It’s dark in here,” Eren observed plainly.
Levi made a sound to acknowledge that Eren had spoken. He quickly moved to the
dresser and pulled open a drawer, grabbing the first article of clothing he
saw.
“Put this on,” he ordered, tossing it on the bed.
Eren nodded. He reached behind his head and grabbed the back on his shirt,
pulling it off. When he was able to see Levi again, Eren swore he saw the
steely grey eyes lingering on him again. He decided to exploit what little he
could observe in Levi, and stood up straight, shooting him a smug smile.
“Wipe that damn look off your face,” Levi snapped.
“What?” Eren asked, tilting his head in mock innocence.
“You know damn well what, and you can forget about it.”
Levi’s words stung a little, and it must have shown on Eren’s face for a
second. He turned his face away. He knew he wasn’t wrong. He shouldn’t even be
in the same room as this guy, let alone half naked with him again. Especially
when he hasn’t told Mikasa yet.
“You’re right,” Eren said, turning back to look at Levi, but he was suddenly
very close. Eren felt his breathing accelerate.
“What…?” Eren said, squirming under the other man’s intense gaze. They were so
close that Eren could smell him. And he simply couldn’t deny that he wanted him
closer.
Levi granted his wish to an extent, leaning so their faces were centimeters
apart. “I said you can,” he purred, “It doesn’t mean you have to.”
“I don’t…” Eren hesitated. He couldn’t think straight. He felt heat in his core
and a twinge in his groin, and he didn’t think he had the strength to ignore
it.
“Do you want to forget?” Levi crooned, giving Eren’s ear a nibble that made him
shudder.
“I don’t know,” he whispered breathlessly.
Levi reached up and pushed Eren’s shoulders, gently forcing Eren to sit on the
bed as he pressed their lips together. Eren moaned, letting go of any
resistance he had and opening
his mouth, allowing Levi to explore it unconstrained.
Levi moved his mouth and gave Eren small kisses along his jaw, stopping at his
neck. He moved his hands from Eren’s shoulders to trace circles on Eren’s bare
back, one arm over his shoulder and the other wrapped around his ribcage. Eren
panted and reached up to run his fingers through Levi’s hair as he licked and
bit his neck.
There was a squeak as a faucet turned, and the sounds of the shower abruptly
stopped.
Levi looked at the open door for a fraction of a second before reaching for the
shirt on the bed. He shoved it down over Eren’s head, forcibly stuffing Eren’s
arms in the sleeves. He then grabbed the front of the shirt and forced Eren to
stand.
He silently stomped out the door and opened Mikasa’s bedroom door. With a
surprising amount of strength, he threw Eren into the room. He stumbled and
landed on the soft bed, his limbs sprawling out over the sheets. He stared
dumbfounded at Levi’s retreating figure.
Levi’s bedroom door shut with the man behind it right as the bathroom door
opened, steam billowing out through the doorway.
“Eren?” Mikasa asked after she flipped on the light switch, emerging from the
hall in nothing but a towel and wet hair, “What are you doing up here? I still
need to get dressed.”
“I, um,” Eren mumbled, “I needed to tell you something.”
“What is it?” Mikasa’s eyes were huge and round, genuinely confused but
concerned.
“I…” he faltered. She was naked. That meant she was, like, vulnerable, right?
“I don’t know how to say this but… I sort of… want to…”
“Eren?”
“I want to go for a walk. Okay? Let’s go for a walk.” Eren blurted.
“Right,” Mikasa said, eyeing him strangely, “But get out. I have to get dressed
first.”
Eren left and shut the door behind him. He stared at Levi’s door for a few
moments, wondering what would happen if he went in. Even if Levi didn’t kick
him out immediately, it would be a real horror for Mikasa to discover him
there. So, he shuffled down the stairs and went into the living room, just in
time to see the end of the zombie movie. It didn’t turn out well at all;
everyone died in the end.
Chapter End Notes
     Okay, my last final is tomorrow, so the updates should be coming
     regularly now.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Eren struggles with what he wants Mikasa to know.
Chapter Notes
     new character introduced breifly wow amazing
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Eren held the front door for Mikasa and then slammed it behind her before
practically stomping over to the sidewalk. He wasn’t completely sure why his
body language was so aggressive; he didn’t know if he wanted Levi to know he
left or if he was just generally frustrated and confused. Mikasa didn’t jump at
his behavior, because honestly she was probably used to it, and instead just
out at the sidewalk as she and Eren walked together. It was usually pretty hard
to catch her off guard.
When Mikasa blatantly asked Eren what was wrong, he Eren realized he probably
should have thought through the conversation. He was at a loss for what to tell
her, other than asking for a moment to think, and that was partially due to
that he didn’t know if he wanted to lie to her or not and partially due to that
he didn’t even know what was going on in his head.
He didn’t know what he was feeling. Yes, Levi was terrifying, but something
about him reeled Eren in like fish. Every time Levi’s name was mentioned
anywhere, or Eren’s thought processes led him to it, he felt his stomach size
up in a mixture of terror, guilt and but mostly excitement. He can’t remember
in his 17 years of life ever being so drawn to a person, let alone a man, and
he couldn’t distinguish whether or not the feelings were purely sexual.
On the other hand, there was Mikasa. She’d been his friend since they were ten,
and they’d been dating for a little over two years. She was in shape (more so
than Eren) and beautiful, but most importantly completely loyal. He was certain
there were other people who would throw themselves at her if they saw the
opportunity. He shouldn’t want to let go of her for a silly infatuation with
her cousin. He felt an urge to just get over it and come clean with her, but he
knew she would get really torn up about it, and if they broke up he probably
wouldn't be able to see her cousin anyway.
He laughed once at his own haughtiness. He was thinking through these things as
if Levi even considered Eren as an option. Levi had a perfect body, minus a few
inches of height that he made up for with an intimidating demeanor, and was
probably much too old for dorky high school guys. Was Levi even gay, or was
what happened a slip-up? Was Eren gay, or was he confused by the physical
similarities between Mikasa and this relative of hers? Eren didn’t know the
answers to these questions, and didn’t think he would ever find out most of
them.
If Levi wasn’t interested in Eren anyway, this wouldn’t be a problem. He
wouldn’t need to straighten out his confusion or hurt his girlfriend. It would
all just disappear the night Mikasa’s parents would return.
Eren breathed a sigh of relief as he felt a weight lift off of his shoulders.
He would just resist his urges until Levi left town again. That would work out
for the best; there was no need to hurt people when it was unnecessary, right?
“What did you want to talk about?” Mikasa asked modestly, breaking the silence
between them. Eren’s ears had been filled with the noise in his head, but
Mikasa had been unapprised.
“Nothing important,” Eren said, smacking on a smile for her, “I was just…
freaked out by your cousin.”
“Oh,” said Mikasa, her voice halfway between relieved and thoughtful. Eren felt
bad with the awareness that he’d probably gotten her all worked up with the we
need to talk bullshit. “I understand. He likes to scare people.”
“Sorry,” Eren apologized. He was glad she didn’t ask what for.
“Don’t sweat it,” she replied with a shrug.
Eren looked up and stopped walking. They had reached the end of Mikasa’s
suburban street, coming to the Subway that was on the corner. Eren felt hunger
in his stomach at the mere thought of food, and wondered if Mikasa had eaten
recently.
“Do you wanna get something?” Eren asked.
Mikasa nodded. She intertwined his fingers with hers as they walked across the
black pavement of the parking lot. They reached the store and went inside,
feeling cool air hit their faces as they escaped the surprisingly hot spring
sun.
They stood in line in comfortable silence before ordering two foot long
sandwich combos. They received their food and filled their drinks with some
small talk and sat down. They were happily eating until the door chime went off
and Mikasa’s face darkened immediately.
“What?” Eren asked.
“I can’t stand her,” Mikasa hissed. Eren turned around to look.
There was a small girl, even shorter than Levi, who had just walked through the
door, sticking her hands casually in the pocket on the front of her white
hoodie. She was wearing denim shorts and black thigh highs, and had fairly
skinny limbs from what Eren could see. Her blonde hair was wound in a low bun
as clumps of her bangs framed her face. She wore an expression similar to
Levi’s in that she was staring at everything as if it was fucking stupid. When
she looked over at Mikasa, her expression seemed to clearly enunciate that last
thought.
Mikasa ground her teeth together. The two of them stared at each other, and
Eren felt the dark cloud of tension slowly build in the room. Mikasa was
clutching her drink so hard he feared that it would explode, but the other
girl’s posture was way too casual for the look she was throwing Mikasa.
After what seemed like an eternity, the other girl finally looked away and got
in line. Mikasa shot daggers with her eyes at the back of her head for a few
seconds for good measure before turning to Eren, who felt completely out of
place.
“Who was that girl?” he asked in a low tone.
“That’s Annie,” Mikasa muttered sinisterly, “She goes to my gym.”
“What’s her problem?” Eren inquired. Mikasa was usually indifferent to
everyone, and he was genuinely curious as to what this girl did to piss her
off.
“Tch, I have no idea,” Mikasa answered, “She’s literally just always trying to
show me up. Every time I’m there, she comes over to the machine right next to
me and starts trying to lift more weight or run faster, it doesn’t matter what.
I mean she doesn’t usually do better than me because she’s skinny, but it’s
annoying. And then I try and move away from her and she fucking follows me.
Ugh.”
“Huh,” Eren offered, “Have you tried asking her why she does that?” Eren’s only
similar experience was usually just Jean, but Annie seemed a bit less cocky
than that bastard.
“No,” Mikasa replied after taking a rather aggressive bite of her sandwich,
“She’s really quiet. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her speak to anyone.”
“You’re kind of the same way though, Mikasa,” Eren laughed.
Mikasa scoffed.
“I’m serious, you’re kind of scary sometimes,” Eren said, trying to make that
sentence not sound assholeish halfway through.
“Good,” Mikasa affirmed, “I don’t go to the gym to make friends.”
“Well, try asking her,” Eren suggested, “It’s not like you can read each
other’s minds. And it might make her back off.”
“So what if I don’t feel like talking to her?” Mikasa probed sarcastically.
Eren shrugged, “I’m just saying, if it bothers you that much, honestly the only
thing you can do is talk to her.”
Mikasa pondered his thought for a moment, then sighed. “Fine, I’ll ask her next
time she pisses me off.”
Eren smiled. He liked it when people listened to him, especially Mikasa and
Armin. They always seemed to be the one to give him righteous advice, so it was
nice once and a while to be able to help them out.
Eren excused himself to go to the bathroom, then got up and walked to the small
room that the subway offered as their facilities. As he was washing his hands,
he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out to see Armin’s face
light up the screen.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Hi, Eren,” Armin greeted on the other line, “Is everything okay?”
“Uh,” Eren faltered. Armin’s probably going to ask what was up with him; he had
a knack for picking up when he was acting strangely. “Yeah, I think I’m fine.”
“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” Armin asked.
Eren hesitated. He felt an overwhelming urge to talk to someone about Levi, and
Armin was pretty much the only person who wouldn’t judge him too harshly. The
blond boy also wouldn’t offer stupid advice like many others would, and he
would actually consider what Eren’s reservations were on the issue. However, on
the phone in the men’s room on the phone with Mikasa in the same building
didn’t quite seem to be the right time have this conversation.
“I think I have it figured out for now,” Eren sighed, “But I still will
probably maybe end up telling you. Especially if things get worse.”
“Jeez, you’re killing me with curiosity,” Armin complained.
“Sorry.” Eren shrugged even though Armin couldn’t see him.
“It’s okay,” Armin reassured him, “Just make sure not to do anything stupid
that you’ll regret, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Eren muttered, glaring at the hand dryer.
“I mean it, Eren,” Armin said, his tone a bit more serious, “I don’t want you
flipping out over something you don’t need to.”
“I’ll be fine, okay?” Eren said, “I’m gonna go now. I’m with Mikasa right now.”
“Ah, okay, okay. See you.” The phone line went dead.
Eren ran his hands through his hair as anxiety crept up in his chest. Why was
he suddenly nervous about this? Was it just guilt? Was it just because of the
mention of Levi again?
He was worried, but for a reason he didn’t know. He wanted to just shove down
all the questions that kept bubbling up inside him until they stopped
resurfacing every time he thought about the raven haired, steely eyed man. A
nagging thought in the back of his head argued that that wouldn't make his
problems go away. But, if the problems would go away as soon as Levi vanished
from his life again, didn’t that mean he had no reason to stress out about it?
Eren sighed. He could avoid dealing with this. He felt like a coward, but he
didn’t want to risk hurting Mikasa because of some irrelevant crush. He needed
to forget about it, just as Levi said once.
However, the memory of what followed Levi’s suggestion soon took over Eren’s
mind. The way Levi’s hands felt on his body as if they belonged there and the
way his lips seemed to—
“No, stop it, Eren,” Eren whispered to himself, then groaned in frustration. He
rubbed his eyes, annoyed at his own thoughts.
He needed a small conclusion and a course of action. He wanted to stay as far
away from the Ackerman house as possible, but he couldn’t blow off Mikasa. He
didn’t want her to think he was distancing himself from her, and it might lead
her to investigate the things that had been happening between him and Levi.
That had to be avoided at all costs. Mikasa would never find out.
He had to continue going over to Mikasa’s, but his solution was simple. He
would ignore Levi. There was no way Levi would pursue him, so nothing bad would
happen.
With that conclusion, Eren breathed another sigh of relief. He then pushed out
the door to join Mikasa and enjoy the rest of his meal, temporarily keeping his
weird issues at bay.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for all the comments and kudos, they are very very much
     appreciated!
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Eren goes walking again and winds up in the garbage.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Eren…”
Mikasa’s voice echoed through his dream. She was lying beside him, holding his
face, then running her fingers through his messy hair. Her eyes were soft and
loving. Eren looked at her and felt warm, the way he did when he’d come home
after a long hard day. He sighed, and he felt as though it would be appropriate
to kiss her, but also felt as though that would make him uncomfortable.
The loving eyes narrowed slightly. Mikasa’s expression changed into
understanding of something Eren didn’t know.
Then Mikasa began to change. Her form blurred as her eyes remained clear,
although they lost the obvious emotional component and became more narrowed.
Her facial structure changed; her jaw becoming more defined and her cheekbones
slightly more prominent. Her hair became shorter, as if it were retreating into
her skull, buzzed in an undercut that framed the new, more masculine face. Her
already toned muscles swelled and became bulkier and less curvaceous.
When the form cleared, Levi was lying next to Eren, a thousand thoughts
swirling together in his eyes that resulted in what most people would perceive
as a hard glare. Two strong arms snaked around Eren’s neck, and Levi’s lips
moved enticingly as he whispered something that Eren didn’t understand. The
distance between their faces became smaller, and soon their mouths were
slightly brushing against each other. Eren craned his neck, pressing for more,
but the man vanished as Eren unwillingly broke the surface of consciousness.
He opened his eyes and sat up, his chest aching somewhat. After hostilely
rubbing his eyes and groaning, he sluggishly pushed his covers off of him and
moved off the bed. He felt that it was emptier than it should be.
He glanced at his phone, plugged in on the bed stand. He considered checking it
for messages, but he decided he didn’t care to talk to anyone at the moment. He
stripped off his sleepwear, which consisted of a t-shirt and boxer shorts. He
then wrapped a towel around his lower body and headed over to the bathroom to
shower.
Once he was clean, he pulled on some jeans and a band t-shirt, then headed
downstairs. He felt as if he were barely even thinking about his actions before
he carried them out, his feet carrying him wherever they pleased. If he thought
too much, he’d probably end up recalling that dream, and he really didn’t want
to explain it to himself. He’d just pushed open the front door and began to
cross the front lawn when a woman’s voice stopped him.
“Eren, where are you headed?” his mother said from the porch. She was wearing a
classy yellow dress, her hair and makeup done with more effort than usual.
“Going into town to do some shopping,” Eren lied. He honestly just wanted to
get out of the house and walk until he didn’t remember who he was and which way
was up.
“Okay,” she replied, either not detecting the lie or being indifferent to it.
He walked for what felt like hours, but might have only been thirty minutes. He
had no idea, and he didn’t have his phone on him to check the time. He avoided
thinking about Levi and Mikasa altogether, pushing them out of his mind as soon
as the perverted or guilty thoughts reared their ugly heads. He seemed to be
reminded of his encounters with and the dream of Levi by everything, which he
found strange when he considered that he barely knows the man.
He ended up fishing around for some change to buy a crunchy chocolate bar at a
convenience store, just so he felt like the walk was justified. He came across
a particularly long alley, and for no reason other than to lengthen the walk
home, he decided to head down it.
He always seemed to take notice of how quiet alleyways seem in comparison to
bustling city streets. However, there was much fewer traffic today, so the
difference wasn’t as drastic. He walked slowly, one hand in his hoodie pocket,
the other clutching his half eaten candy.
There was a sound, as if something heavy had dropped to the ground, but it was
so discreet that Eren doubted that he actually heard it.
He didn’t have time to ponder it, however. Seconds after the sound, a rough
hand abruptly wrapped around his mouth, muting any sound he could have made.
Lips brushed Eren’s ear as he heard Levi’s low, familiar voice whisper to him.
“Shut the hell up.”
Eren tried to suppress the chill that ran down his spine, despite the crude
words. He squeaked that he, in fact, hadn’t said anything, but the hand muffled
it into whiney gibberish.
“What the fuck did I just fucking say?!” the man shout-whispered, not even
attempting to hide the wholesome annoyance in his voice.
Eren would have sarcastically retorted, but he was quickly being shoved into a
nearby dumpster before he could try. Moments later, Levi jumped into the
garbage with him.
It was nearly pitch black in the garbage container, the only visible light
peeking in through the lid not being enough to illuminate the inside. Levi was
so quiet that Eren swore the guy wasn’t breathing, and Eren had to suppress a
gag from the smell.
“Why did you—?” Eren began, but Levi promptly grabbed the hair on the back of
Eren’s head and forced his ear to his lips again. A small part of his mind
wondered how Levi could grab him so precisely in the dark.
“If you speak again, you will get hurt.” His barely audible whisper should have
sounded like a threat, but Eren clearly understood that it was a harsh warning.
Even if the people outside the dumpster didn’t hurt him, Levi would probably
lose his patience.
Eren swallowed, wordlessly praying it wasn’t audible as Levi went back to his
death silence. He was now holding Eren’s head against his shoulder, tight
enough that Eren wouldn’t be able to wiggle free even if he tried. He assumed
their position was because Levi didn’t want to make any more noise, but he was
glad the older man couldn’t see the red that was now tinting his own face,
regardless.
Eren began to hear a shuffle of what sounded like many people walking outside.
There were male voices, but he didn’t pay attention enough to hear what they
were talking about. Oddly enough, he didn’t feel afraid, and he wondered if it
were due to the man who was currently holding onto him. Eren and Levi remained
in the garbage for what felt like an eternity, and it wasn’t until many moments
after the sounds had faded did Levi finally peek out of the lid of the
dumpster.
Levi must have decided the coast was clear, because the lid violently slammed
against a building’s wall and he jumped out of the trash. He then took hold of
Eren by the front of his shirt and yanked him out as well.
“I can’t believe I had to sit in the fucking trash. Jesus Christ.” Levi made an
appalled face and began to brush away at his black dress pants.
“What was that even about?” Eren asked, scratching his head and ruffling his
already messy hair awkwardly. He felt as though Levi were blaming him for the
situation due to the way he was glaring at him. He was lost. Wasn’t he the one
who pulled him into the dumpster?
“There was a deal going on,” Levi explained curtly, “And if someone knew about
it, the negotiators wouldn’t let them live with it.”
“But,” Eren furrowed his brow, “You knew about it.”
“Your observation skills are becoming more amazing by the minute.”
Eren rolled his eyes and exhaled quickly through his teeth. “Why did you know
about it?”
Levi met his eyes for a minute donning an impassive mask, and Eren guessed that
he was pondering whether or not to answer.
“It’s my job," he clarified.
“Are you a cop?” Eren blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Kind of.” Levi’s expression remained unchanged.
Eren felt the confusion thicken on his features. “How are you kind of a cop?”
Levi responded with a scoff, which just confused Eren even more. Levi took off
his black blazer and draped it over his arm, eyeing it with disgust. Afterward,
he spun around and began walking away at an alarmingly fast pace. Eren stared
after him, dumbfounded.
A good few yards away, Levi sighed and stopped, turning back around to face
Eren. “You coming, brat, or do you wanna walk home covered in shit?”
Without waiting for an answer, Levi took off again. Eren jumped up at the order
and had to practically sprint to catch up to the short man.
“Where are we going?” Eren asked, struggling to keep up with the man.
“An apartment that’s nearby,” Levi enlightened him, “I need a shower and a
washing machine, and you do, too.”
Chapter End Notes
     The trash in this chapter represents me and my inability to update.
     Also I need to figure out how to make paragraphs longer.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     Eren meets one of Levi's old friends and uses her shower.
Chapter Notes
     Unedited, should be revised tomorrow.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
They arrived at a fairly well-maintained apartment. It wasn’t too fancy, but
Eren was happy Levi didn’t bring him to some run down crack house in the
ghetto, which wasn’t too far away. It wasn’t like he expected that of Levi, but
he seemed rather shady at times, and he didn’t really know much about the man.
However, Levi seemed to take to materialistic things to some extent, and he
would probably avoid someplace that wasn’t taken care of.
“Her names’s Hanji,” Levi explained as they approached the red door.
“That’s a weird name,” Eren said, pursing his lips.
“Her first name is Zoe, but she doesn’t go by it,” Levi said before knocking on
the door of the apartment, “Also, don’t let her scare you.”
Eren just raised an eyebrow quizzically, but Levi only replied with, “You’ll
see.”
Just then, the doorknob twisted and the door swung open inwardly. Behind it was
a woman, slightly taller than Eren, with a beaming smile on her face. On her
nose sat a pair of rectangular, black rimmed glasses that gave her a very
intelligent appearance, but the look on her face made her more closely resemble
a mad scientist.
“Levi!” the woman exclaimed loudly, making Eren jump. On the other hand, Levi
appeared as if he were completely used to it. “Long time, no see!”
Her gaze quickly jumped from Levi to Eren, and she moved to get alarmingly
close to the other brunet’s face. “Who’s this cutie?”
“He’s under-aged,” Levi said, his face unchanging. Eren thought he might have
heard more irritation in his voice than normal, but she either was oblivious or
didn’t care.
“Ah, don’t worry, I won’t try to steal him!” she teased, sticking out her hand
to Eren, “I’m Hanji, nice to meet you!”
Eren scratched the back of his head and tried to suppress the blush from
entering his cheeks. He really shouldn’t have, but he felt more giddy than
embarrassed at Hanji’s implication. He took her hand and shook it with his
unoccupied hand. “I’m Eren. Same to you.”
Hanji suddenly crinkled her nose, “Why do you guys stink?” She waved her hand
in front of her face as if a fly were attacking her.
“We need to use your shower,” the black-haired man explained, although it
sounded more like a statement than asking permission, “Dipshit here will fill
you in on the details.”
“Okie doke,” Hanji agreed without further questioning. She brought them inside
to a nice living room with green carpets and a purple couch. The TV was
presenting some cartoon Eren recognized, and a laptop was sitting open on the
coffee table. Next to it were a disheveled pile of papers, and Eren wondered
what she was working on.
“The bathroom is down the hall, first door on the left,” Hanji said, cocking
her head in the direction of the hallway.
Eren stood there for a couple seconds before realizing that Hanji’s statement
was directed at him. He glanced over at Levi, who had crossed his arms.
“Shouldn’t he go first?” Eren suggested. Levi seemed to be the kind of person
who wanted to get clean as soon as he could possibly manage. Hanji laughed, a
sort of hollering sound, and Levi shrugged.
“Thanks, but I’m going to assume your shower will be shorter than mine,” the
man said, then tilted his head to the side, “Unless you want to use piss-cold
water.”
Eren shook his head, and Levi waved him off. Without saying something to
embarrass himself, he left them to go to the bathroom.
Hanji’s bathroom was fairly simple. Despite hating the color yellow, Eren found
the pale shade painted on the walls relatively soothing. The sink, toilet, tub
were all a very clean white, while the cabinet above the sink and a case of
shelves were a deep brown color. The shower was also pure white and had a
shining glass door.
Eren opened the transparent door and turned the hot water faucet. Water began
to spray out of the showerhead and fill the room with steam, indicating that it
heated up quickly. After Eren pulled off his clothes, he adjusted the water
temperature and stepped under the water stream. After about a minute of getting
his entire body wet and enjoying the warmth on his skin, Eren noticed that the
entire shower was bare, and his body was in need of soap.
“Damn,” Eren said, getting out of the shower and leaving the water on. He
wrapped a towel around his waist and left the bathroom.
“That was quick!” announced Hanji, looking up from Levi. She was sitting across
from him at a small dining table that Eren didn’t notice when he first walked
in. They both had mugs of what he assumed was coffee in front of them, judging
by the smell. Levi twisted around in his seat to eye the boy, crossing his legs
and grabbing his coffee by holding the top with the tips of his fingers to take
a sip.
“Uh,” Eren started, absentmindedly scratching at his elbow, “There’s no soap.”
Hanji cackled and Levi rolled his eyes.
“Didn’t you check before you got in? The shower is made of fucking glass,” Levi
criticized.
Eren’s cheeks flooded and he started to stammer an explanation, but Levi
clenched his jaw and turned back around in his seat so that Eren couldn’t see
his face. Eren was honestly surprised; he didn’t know he annoyed Levi that
much.
“Aw,” Hanji sighed, “He was probably just eager to get clean!” She looked down
from Eren to look at Levi’s face. Suddenly, her lips parted into a wide, toothy
grin and her eyes flared with something wild. The look on her face creeped Eren
right out, it looked as though she just realized she just discovered juicy,
classified information.
“Ooh,” Hanji crooned, then stood up, “I’ll get you some from my bedroom, that’s
just the guest bathroom.”
“Which is why it’s clean,” Levi muttered over his cup with a twitch of his
brow.
Hanji got Eren body soap, shampoo, conditioner and even a bathrobe. She also
took his clothes, stating that they probably needed to be washed and she didn’t
have anything that Eren would want to wear, let alone fit into.
After he’d toweled off and put on the soft white bathrobe, he joined Hanji in
the living room. Levi, who was also wearing a bathrobe, got up and strode to
the bathroom without a word, and Eren took his seat at the table.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” Hanji asked, moving so that her lower half
disappeared behind a countertop that divided the kitchen area from the living
room.
“Water, please,” Eren responded.
There was some clattering around, but soon Hanji returned to the table with a
glass of water and a newly refilled cup of coffee. She sat across from Eren and
slid him his cup, which he drank from eagerly.
“You know,” Hanji began with a knowing smirk, “Sourpuss actually seems to be
quite fond of you.”
“Huh?” Eren questioned, putting down his glass and looking up at Hanji, “You
mean Levi?”
“Yes, I mean Levi!” she exclaimed, throwing out her arms in an exaggerated
gesture, but it wasn’t condescending, “Who else?”
“I dunno,” Eren murmured, lifting his glass up again. He hoped the cup would
muffle his voice by speaking into it, but it only amplified it, “He seems to be
really annoyed by me.”
“Oh, honey,” she sighed, “He’s just a sourpuss! And you’re honestly too cute
when you’re around him, the poor bastard probably can’t help himself!” She took
a huge swig of her coffee to punctuate the statement.
Eren pursed his lips, trying but failing not to look like a pouting child, “I’m
not cute.”
Hanji hooted at Eren’s face, and he frowned. “I dunno! The way you start
blushing for whatever reason seems to say otherwise.” Funny how she pretended
not to know the reason.
“Ugh,” Eren groaned, rubbing his cheeks.
“So anyway,” Hanji switched topics, wagging her eyebrows slightly, “How did you
two meet?”
Eren flashed back to being fucked senselessly and covered his face to hide it's
reddening. He wished he could control his emotions like Levi or even Mikasa
could. When he peeked through his fingers to look at the woman across from him,
she looked downright gleeful.
A beep came from the hallway.
“Oh, that’s both of your laundry!” Hanji said, clapping her hands together,
“Why don’t you go and take them to him?”
Eren stared at her for a moment. “Er, I really don’t think…”
“Sure you do!” Hanji sang, “Or else, you can walk home in the bathrobe.” She
winked at him, despite threatening to make him go home the way he was.
Eren considered it, but decided he’d just take Levi’s clothes to him. After
folding them into a neat pile, he laid them over a forearm and knocked on the
bathroom door.
“It’s me,” he announced cautiously, “Hanji’s making me give you your clothes.”
Levi’s voice came from inside, the acoustics of the bathroom audible.
“Come in.”
Eren cautiously opened the door. When he stepped inside, he momentarily forgot
that the shower was only glass, but thankfully (or unfortunately) the steam
made Levi appear as a ghostly silhouette.
“Um, I’m putting them on the sink,” Eren announced uneasily, trying to avoid
looking at the shower.
“Jesus, I can hear you trembling over the shower,” Levi purred, “What are you
so nervous about?”
Eren looked down at his hands to realize they actually were shaking slightly.
How the hell was Levi supposed to hear that? “I’m not nervous.”
“Yeah, okay.”
Eren stood there for about two seconds before he realized there was no reason
for him to be in the bathroom. Immediately, he turned around and put his hand
on the doorknob to leave.
“Eren.” There was a sharp command in his tone that made Eren stop in his
tracks.
“Yes?”
“Get in here.”
Eren’s stomach knotted uncomfortably, and he turned to look at the shadow in
the shower, which had placed its hands on its hips. “In… with you?”
“Yes, Sherlock, get in the shower.”
“Um,” Eren was trying to keep his voice from sounding abnormally high pitched,
but he wasn’t succeeding, "Why?"
“Why do you think?” Levi’s silhouette began to run its fingers through its
hair.
“I don’t…” Eren began, but trailed off. He wasn’t even sure what to say. He
doesn’t want to? That would be a lie. He had a girlfriend? That was something
Levi already knew. He was unsure? That would probably be the best thing to
finish with, but Levi cut him off before he could speak.
“Listen, I’m not making you do anything,” the soothing voice reverberated off
the walls, “But if you look at it this way; you can either not get in, run back
to your little life and wonder what would have happened if you would have
gotten in. Or, you can get in and… indulge yourself. Pick whichever you think
you’ll regret least later, because if you don’t get in now, I won’t ask again.”
Eren couldn’t tell if Levi’s last line was a threat, but it sounded more like a
reassurance that he wouldn’t be pressured. It made Eren feel at ease, as
strange as that was. He knew if he didn’t get in, he’d be letting go of this
weird little affair, and everything could go back to normal. He wouldn’t have
to worry about hurting Mikasa.
And yet, he still wanted to indulge. He wanted Levi to look at him, to bite
him, and to squeeze him as pleasure overtook him. He wanted to know what it
would feel like, despite the guilt, although it added some fucked up thrill to
it. He knew if Mikasa found out about their first encounter, he might be
forgiven, but if he’d done it twice over while sober, his chances at
maintaining their relationship were very low. Still, he knew that he would pine
over what would have happened if he’d gotten in the shower, and if he'd chosen
to have the older Ackerman again.
Eren stepped forward, tugging on the cloth belt around his waist. The white
robe fell to the floor as Eren opened the shower door.
Chapter End Notes
     Gah, I’m extremely tired from travelling so much this week, so sorry
     if the quality is more bad than usual.
     And I don’t really get around to replying to comments very often
     (although I appreciate them a lot!!!) so if you have any questions or
     anything, I’m a lot more active on my tumblr at aaapple-jax
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     Just... just fucking smut. I'm disgusting.
Chapter Notes
     Shitshitshitshitshitfuckshit. Damn it. Sorry. I can't believe I
     forgot to update yesterday. *Knocks myself out with a frying pan*
     Also I checked the 'fic: whoopsie' tag just for the hell of it and
     found this cUtEaShEcK fanart by misu-chatta! So big big thank you you
     guys should check it out!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The steam was lingering around Eren as he tentatively placed his hand on the
handle of the glass shower door and pulled. He opened it slowly, letting steam
billow out of the shower, the humidity covering his skin, and the hiss of the
shower becoming louder.
Levi was standing with his back facing him, as if he wasn’t aware he’d just
invited the teenager in. Eren ogled the rippling muscles in the older man’s
back as his arms reached up to lather the shampoo in his black hair. His eyes
travelled lower, noticing the ample curve of Levi’s ass. He wondered how it
would feel to take him, to slide his dick between the two mounds and into the
heat.
Before he could think, his arms were slowly moving forward. Eren stepped into
the path of the falling water as he placed his fingertips on Levi’s hips. He
pressed his chest into Levi’s back, enjoying Levi’s short stature and pressing
his mouth to Levi’s right shoulder. He skimmed it with his teeth as he slid his
arms up from the hard hip bones and wrapped his arms around Levi’s muscled
middle. He could probably never put it into words, but he simply loved the
feeling of their bare skin touching, and not even in an arousing way. It was
innocently comfortable, but could easily become erotic.
He inhaled slowly, taking in Levi’s smell that was faint under the fragrance of
the shampoo. He bit down on Levi’s shoulder lightly and grabbed his hips again,
pulling sharply to grind against him. He didn’t know where this confidence to
act so bold was, but he figured he would just roll with it.
He was pleased when he heard Levi gasp. But when he let out a tiny chuckle,
Eren was in awe. He’d never heard Levi laugh, and he was kind of pissed that he
couldn’t see Levi’s face at that moment.
“Hey, kid,” Levi said, turning his head to look at Eren, who couldn’t read the
tone of his voice, “Calm your shit for a second.”
He relaxed his lips back over his teeth and pulled away as Levi turned around
to face him.
He looked at Levi’s beautifully sculpted front, his hard, shapely pectorals,
the ridges on his ribs encompassing six hard swells, and a V-shape that led
down to his half-hard arousal. Eren felt slightly intimidated at the man’s
size, but not enough to make him shrink away from him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t
seen Levi’s body before, but he hadn’t been sober enough to take it all in.
Levi closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting the water wash away the
soap in his hair. Streaks of the water danced down his front, and Eren was
surprised he hadn’t started to drool.
Levi then reached over to a washcloth that was folded on the seat of the shower
and applied a liberal amount of body scrub to it. He then stretch out his arm,
holding the soapy cloth out to Eren.
“Wash me.”
Eren blinked at him once before taking the washcloth from him. He pressed it
against Levi’s chest, rubbing smooth circles of soap onto his creamy, pale
skin. After he’d covered his pectorals in suds, his hands trailed over Levi’s
shoulders as he firmly but gently scrubbed his back.
Levi was squeezing some soap out of a bottle and lathering his face, and then
he tilted his head back into the water to rinse again. This time, Eren’s arms
were around him, and he found himself at an intoxicatingly close proximity to
the soft flesh of Levi’s neck. He felt a strong desire to latch his mouth onto
it.
And so he did, eliciting a hiss through Levi’s teeth, but he didn’t tell him to
stop. He sucked on one spot of Levi’s neck before dragging his tongue across
his jugular and to the side of his jaw in a slow, sensual lick. He nipped
playfully at the bone there, earning himself a groan that sounded like it came
from the bottom of Levi’s throat. He wondered what other sounds Levi was
capable of making, and really was willing to explore further.
Levi, however, turned his head quickly, biting Eren’s chin before his bottom
lip, and then full on devouring the younger man’s mouth. They both moaned as
their tongues slid against each other, losing the suction between their lips
like they were forcing themselves to melt into each other at the mouth.
Adrenaline lit through Eren’s veins and he gripped Levi’s back fiercely, not
even bothering to let go of the cloth. Instead, he caged it under his fingers,
squeezing tightly so that suds ran down Levi’s back.
Levi also clutched Eren’s head with just as much urgency, lacing his fingers in
through Eren’s shaggy hair and pulling at it sharply, then letting go and
repeating the process. Their now stiff erections poked into each other’s
thighs. Levi took notice and shoved his leg against Eren’s groin harshly,
making him cry out.
The older man removed one of his hands from Eren’s hair and reached down to
pump Eren’s penis. A heat pricked at Eren’s cheeks, and he knew his face must
be flooding with color. He realized they were hardly kissing anymore as Levi
put his own cock along Eren’s, stroking them together with a pressure that had
Eren panting, their lips still pressed against each other at the corners but
their mouths hanging open as they breathed heavily.
“God, you’re so fucking worked up,” Levi breathed hypocritically, squeezing at
their heads. As he spoke, his lips sloppily lugged against Eren’s, their lust
making everything but their hands and dicks go flaccid. “Is this enough, or do
you want to do more?”
“D-,” Eren swallowed before continuing, “Do you?” He turned his face towards
Levi, trying to open his eyes, but they rolled back behind his eyelids before
he could focus on anything. It was if he had little to no control over his body
at this point.
Let go of their members, and Eren couldn’t even must a whine of protest at this
point. He was drugged with lust, so when Levi gripped his shoulders and pushed
him down on the shower seat, it was done with little effort. If anything, Levi
was trying not to knock the boy over completely.
Levi pushed his back to the wall of the shower, then moved his mouth to Eren’s
neck to bite down hard. Eren cried out again loudly, and Levi tightened the
grip on his shoulders in response.
The man kissed down Eren’s wet chest, making him murmur something
incomprehensible. He moved lower and lower down his body, Eren thinking that he
would stop descending or at least pause at some point, but he never did.
Instead he went straight down to Eren’s cock, and slid the head past his lips
quickly. He swallowed Eren’s hardness completely with an impressive endurance,
for Eren knew he wasn’t massive but he never considered himself small. The
man’s head moved up as he began to suck on him, then he slid back down, bobbing
his head up and down.
Eren’s breathing quickened, his heart thumping against his heart rapidly. Levi
slid hand under his ass, swirling a fingertip around Eren’s hole and making him
gasp when it plunged inside. He pumped the finger in and out as he bobbed his
head in time, making sucking sounds loud enough to be heard over the shower.
Eren began to whine and call out louder and louder, forgetting that he was in a
stranger’s home.
Levi’s mouth moved from his cock to behind his balls and he kissed it, making
Eren squirm. He then gave a slobbering wet lick to Eren’s asshole, dipping his
tongue in a couple times before moving up.
“I’m going to go in, you ready?” Levi warned, positioning his hips between
Eren’s legs. Eren nodded and spread his legs apart wider, inviting him in.
Levi guided his tip to Eren’s entrance and plowed inside impatiently all the
way to the base.
“L-Levi!” Eren yelled out, wrapping his arms around the man and digging his
nails into his back.
“Eren,” he growled dangerously as he pushed his hips back and gave another hard
thrust, “Oh, you’re so fucking tight, Eren.”
He began to pound into Eren at a quick pace, never allowing one thrust to go
shallow. He grabbed Eren’s thighs hard enough to leave bruises and fucked the
teenager until he was screaming Levi’s name. Eren’s head flopped back and
smacking against the shower wall, his nails scratching the man’s back raw.
Eren gasped into a climax, his come splattering Levi’s stomach. His ass
clenched hard enough around Levi’s dick as he pushed in again to make him
explode inside Eren.
Eren’s chest heaved as he gasped for breath, his bangs plastered to his
forehead with a mixture of water and sweat. He stared at Levi through his
eyelashes, appreciating that the man was also out of breath. His cheeks had a
tinge of pink over them and his eyes were only half open as he stared right
back.
“Come on, kid. Hanji’s probably going to wonder what all that screaming was
about.”
Chapter End Notes
     So this chapter didn't go the way I planned at all? Eren was supposed
     to top but apparently Levi was having none of it, I don't even know
     what happened. Anyway, I might not update next week because I'll be
     travelling, but I shall indeed try.
     I'm hoping to do a Levi POV and maybe a Mikasa (maybe as a seperate
     fic?) to kind of see where she stands. But who knows. I literally
     have no idea where these idiots are going with this. We'll see, I
     guess.
     I also just beta'd the last chapter because I tried to reread it and
     some of the mistakes made me cringe, hahah, if you guys see any let
     me know.
     Thank you so much for the comments and for reading! Love you guys!~
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     Armin and Eren talk about Eren being an absolute cockbag.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this chapter is pretty slow, but Eren needs to talk things out.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“So, what did you need to talk about?” Armin asked, trying to conceal the eager
impatience in his voice.
The blond was sitting next to Eren on a couch in Armin’s grandfather’s living
room. His hands were bouncing on his knees from what seemed to be restless leg
syndrome caused by anxiousness for this particular conversation. Eren had
chosen to go over to Armin’s firstly because he didn’t want to wait the
infinitesimal time that it would take for Armin to drive over, and secondly
because he would probably develop an aneurism if Mikasa had spontaneously
decided to stop by his place. Not that there was lower chance of it here, but
it made Eren feel better nonetheless.
Eren took a deep breath, wondering where to begin. But first, he wanted to know
what Armin already knew.
“Well,” Armin responded after Eren’s nervous prompt, “I know it probably has to
do with whatever you and Levi Ackerman did the night of the party.” His face
darkened somewhat with a knowing seriousness, however he managed to keep it
from being threatening.
Eren furrowed his eyebrows, his face going hot. He squeezed his fists, trying
to find the right words. He stared at the two water glasses that Armin had
retrieved on the coffee table in front of him. He watched as water droplets
collected and became too heavy, rolling down the sides toward the coaster. It
was as if the droplets were reenacting the way water acted as it sprayed from a
showerhead across Levi’s shoulders and ran down his stomach. Eren decided that
either the universe was trying to torture him, or he was just a jerk with an
extremely heavy conscious. Probably the ladder.
“Levi and me…,” Eren began, using all his willpower not to stutter or falter in
his speech. Despite he knew Armin would judge him the least, he still knew what
he did was fucked up beyond any recognition, “We did… something.” Eren picked
up his glass of water before rushing out the last word of the sentence.
Armin pursed his lips and looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully, “I guessed you
got drunk and fucked him.”
Eren choked on his water and Armin laughed once empathetically before casting
Eren a side glance. “But it sounds to me like there’s more to it.”
Eren put his glass down and nodded, avoiding Armin’s piercing blue eyes. “I
guess. Yeah. I kind of had a little crush on him after it happened, as shitty
as that is, but he didn’t give me a second glance because he found out I was
Mikasa’s boyfriend right after.
“But then I ended up going for a walk yesterday and he found me on the street
while I was taking a different alleyway. He pushed me into a dumpster to hide
while some thugs negotiated some drug deal or something and he ended up taking
me to his friend’s to use a shower. She—”
“Eren, wait,” Eren didn’t realize he’d been talking at a thousand miles per
hour until Armin interrupted him, “Drug deal? He hid you from it? Is Levi
involved with criminals like that?”
Eren blinked at him. The fact that he probably should have been worried about
that since Levi had pulled him into the dumpster just crashed down on his head.
He couldn’t believe he completely disregarded that information, but the
emotional and physical turmoil between them had been muddling up his thinking
process.
“I don’t know,” Eren confessed, staring directly at Armin, “I haven’t even
thought about that.”
“Maybe you should find that out,” the blond suggested, “He might be the kind of
person that can’t do relationships, you know?”
“Maybe,” acknowledged Eren. In order to keep track of what he was talking
about, he changed the subject back, “But anyway. His friend, Hanji, made me
give him his laundry or whatever while he was in the shower because it’d just
come out of the washing machine. So I went in there and it was all humid and
steamy and, well, he asked me to go in.” Eren’s scratched the back of his head.
“To the shower with him?” Armin’s bright blue eyes blinked at him intently.
“Yeah.”
“And you did?”
“…Yeah.”
“Eren,” Armin scolded, “Oh my god, why?”
“I don’t know,” Eren fixed his eyebrows and looked at his hands in his lap,
avoiding Armin’s glare. He expected a lecture now, but he knew if it was coming
from Armin, it was exactly what he needed to hear, even if he didn’t want to.
“What was it like?” Armin asked, no hesitation in his voice.
“What?!” Eren jumped to stare at his friend, “Why would you ask that?”
“I’m curious,” Armin shrugged as if what he was asking wasn’t making his friend
the least bit uncomfortable, “Did you top?”
“What? No!” Eren’s cheeks heated from embarrassment he spoke to his friend,
incredulous, “You’re a pervert, is what you are!”
Armin raised his eyebrows and shrugged again, holding up his hands in a pose
that either said Hey, I’m innocent or You’re right, but I don’t really care.
“Anyway,” Armin continued when he realized Eren wouldn’t give him any details,
“Are you going to tell Mikasa?”
“Yes,” Eren bit his lip, “No. I don’t know.” He ran his fingers through his
messy dark hair and let out an exasperated sigh. He really wanted to tell
Mikasa, but he didn’t want to hurt her. It would be liberating to him, but it
might devastate her and ruin their friendship.
“I want to,” he added, “But she might get hurt. And that would probably screw
up being with Levi anyway.”
“So you want to be with Levi?”
Eren was robbed of words, staring blankly at nothing in particular for a few
seconds before he realized he had no answer. He really shouldn’t have been
avoiding thinking about this, but he guessed that was why it was good to talk
to Armin about it. He never actually considered if he wanted a relationship
with Levi instead of just some lusty affair. But he had no idea what Levi
thought of him.
Hah, Eren internally spoke, I’ll probably have to deal with that sooner or
later.
“So,” Armin let out a huff, beginning to get frustrated with Eren’s complete
lack of throughput, “Are you going to just keep juggling them both until it
blows up in your face?”
Eren fixed Armin with a hurt puppy expression, and Armin sighed again and
rolled his eyes, but he met his gaze again his expression hinted at kindness.
“I’m not going to tell her,” he elaborated, “Even if I probably should, but you
owe it to her to tell her yourself. And you should probably do it soon. You
aren’t exactly the most subtle person I know.”
“It’s not even really like I’m choosing to hurt her,” Eren interjected
defensively, “I just, I dunno, I thought things were good with her, but when I
was with Levi, I dunno, things felt real you know? But I’ve known Mikasa my
entire life, I feel like I’d be ruining things forever if I let her know what I
did.”
Eren paused a little after his outburst, realizing the truth of his own words.
True, he was babbling, but things really did feel different with Levi than they
did with Mikasa, and as much as he hated to say it, it was in a good way. Was
he really doubting his relationship now that he’d had a taste of something
different? If so, why? He looked to his friend for something (reassurance, he
thought, although he didn’t expect it) as he considered him.
“Okay, so maybe you’re not meaninglessly screwing a guy behind your
girlfriend’s back,” Armin said, crossing his arms, “But, you’re still screwing
a guy behind your girlfriend’s back. You’re being really selfish.”
“I know,” Eren disclosed, “But I feel like it would honestly be better and
smoother on everyone if nobody found out.” He looked back at his lap again. He
really did feel guilty, but he knew that even if he feels bad about it, he was
still acting like a gargantuan douchebag. But he didn’t think he’d have the
strength to refuse Levi, or the courage to tell Mikasa what was happening, and
that was enough to hold him still for now.
Armin breathed out quickly through his nostrils, caught between disappointment
at and pity for his best friend. “This isn’t like you at all. I don’t think
you’ve ever tried to lie about something serious like this before.”
“I don’t want to lie,” Eren deadpanned, “I’m honestly just afraid not to and I
wanna put it off.”
“So you’re avoiding it until you’re forced to face it?” Armin raised an
eyebrow, “That isn’t very much like you either. I would expect that maybe from
Jean or Connie, but not you.”
Eren had nothing to say back, instead he felt anger and surge from his stomach
into his arms. He let out a yell and slammed his fist on the coffee table, the
ice cubes in the water glasses jumping in surprise. He hated this. He knew
Armin felt let down by him, but he was also extremely disappointed in himself.
It wasn’t like him to run away from anything; he was more likely to make an ass
out of himself and charge his problems head-on, regardless of who got hurt. His
confidence in himself was eroding in this particular issue, and he didn’t know
why. It made him furious.
“Eren, calm down,” Armin said reassuringly, reaching out to put his hands on
his friend’s shoulders, “I’m sorry. I’m disappointed in you, but I’ll stay out
of it. This is your call.”
“Plus,” he added with a small smile, “If you need any help on it or someone to
talk to, I’m always here.”
Eren was fuming, but his friend’s support doused his resentment at himself to
some degree. “Thanks, Armin.”
“Anyway,” Armin pushed, “What happened after you got out of the shower?”
“I don’t remember much, actually,” Eren said, pressing his lips together, “Levi
helped me get dressed because I was kind of groggy, and then Hanji offered to
drive us home. I must’ve fallen asleep in the backseat.”
“Groggy?” Armin tried his best for a shit-eating grin, but unfortunately it
didn’t work with his cute features, “That good, huh?”
“Shut up!” Eren said, blush storming into his cheeks again. He shoved one of
the decorative crimson pillows into Armin’s face, and he laughed.
“Did you wake up when you got home, at least?”
“Actually no, I think someone carried me up to my bed.”
Armin grinned again, “Well, that was sweet.”
“Shut up.”
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for reading!~
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Summary
     Eren meets a scary blonde girl. Mikasa knows her. He begins to
     realize that he wants something.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Eren spent about an hour at the gym on Monday with a boy from school named
Reiner. He was a very brawny guy who’d overheard Eren speaking about his plans
to work out to Armin, and he’d slung his arms around the boys insisting that
they should get swole together, whatever that meant. Eren agreed, acknowledging
Reiner’s heavy build. He knew Armin wouldn’t go with him; anything physically
challenging was never really up Armin’s alley.
Henceforth, Eren listened to Reiner talk about his lifting methods. He admitted
that a lot of his muscle could be attributed to his genetics, although he’d
probably look much better if he could manage to stop eating so much pizza. Eren
laughed, saying he probably would never improve his crappy diet, either.
After showering and getting dressed in the locker room, Eren and Reiner were on
the way out to the ladder boy’s car. Eren was chugging on a Gatorade, when he
turned a corner and suddenly collided into someone much shorter than him.
“Agh!” a blonde girl scoffed, looking down at her once-white hoodie that was
now covered in artificial blue.
“Oh, shit!” Eren cried apologetically, “I’m so sorry! I’ll get you some paper
towels—” he began to frantically wave his hands around before the girl cut him
off.
“Don’t,” she ordered as she held her hand up, her low voice like a warning,
“Just forget it.” She spoke like she was already severely irritated when Eren
bumped into her, and the glower she wore on her face reminded him of Levi. She
had pale blue eyes, a shade lighter than Armin’s, and a small, hooked nose.
Pretty, but in an unconventional way, and the way her gaze pierced through Eren
made him want to run for cover.
“S-sorry, though…” Eren said, but she’d walked around the boy and headed off to
the ladies locker room, peeling off her sweater in the process.
Reiner chuckled loudly, throwing his head back and putting a large hand on his
stomach.
“What?” Eren spat. What the hell was he laughing about?
“Ah, don’t feel too bad,” he elaborated, his laugh dying out, “She’s like that
to everybody.”
“You know her?” the brunet asked, tilting his head slightly. They began to walk
out of the gym and to the parking lot.
“Her name’s Annie,” Reiner went on, “Some say she’s a basic bitch, but she’s
probably cool if you get to know her. I guess. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her
not look bored or irritated.”
“Huh,” Eren said, taking off his bag when they reached Reiner’s car. The bigger
boy unlocked the car, and they both opened the doors to enter the vehicle,
“Maybe she’s just good at keeping a cool expression. My girlfriend is like
that.”
“Ah, Mikasa?” Reiner started his car, “They actually seem kinda similar, now
that you mention it. Scary girls. I feel like they’d either be best friends or
hate each other.”
“Maybe. Neither of them are exactly sociable.” Eren laughed once. He didn’t
mean it in a bad way at all, it’s just some people, like Reiner, were more
approachable than others. But some who are easy to talk to are unable to keep
from pissing Eren off at any given second, so he was probably somewhere in the
middle on the charisma spectrum.
After being dropped off at his house, waving goodbye with a courteous ‘thank
you,’ Eren went inside. He didn’t see his parents around, which was pretty
normal. They usually worked late most nights. He completed a homework
assignment and considered starting an essay that was due in two weeks, but he
figured he’d have time for it later. After filling his stomach with reheated
leftovers and spending a good few hours playing videogames for no reason other
than to pass time, Eren fell asleep. He lied there, thinking about what Armin
said the previous day.
So you’re avoiding it until you’re forced to face it?
This isn’t like you at all.
I’m disappointed in you.
It was safe to say he didn’t get as much sleep as he’d hoped for.
***
After another mundane day at school, Eren was walking home with Mikasa, hand in
hand. He rambled, sometimes complaining, sometimes being excited, and she
listened. They arrived at her house, the place appearing to loom over Eren when
he glanced up at the second story window.
Mikasa turned on the TV after getting them both glasses of soda, a commercial
of Uma Thurman reminding Eren of Annie. He voices the comparison aloud, making
his girlfriend’s face instantly darken.
“That girl is so annoying,” Mikasa grumbled, “I seriously cannot stand her.”
“Who, Annie?” Eren’s eyebrows raised, “Why?”
“She’s that girl I talked about before,” she explained, irritation still thick
in her voice, “The one who’s always trying to one me up at the gym. She’s in my
kickboxing class now and she’s gotten even worse.”
“Huh,” Eren thought it was hard to think about Annie getting heated about
anything, she seemed like she was as stoic as Mikasa was. However, Annie
appeared to have some kind of effect on the dark-haired girl; she even had some
angry red in her cheeks, and it took a lot to get Mikasa worked up. “Why don’t
you just ask her what her deal is?”
Mikasa pursed her lips. “I’m not really good at conversations like that,” she
clarified, “She’d probably take it the wrong way and try to fight with me.”
Eren took a swing from his glass, finishing off his drink, before he spoke
again, “If you don’t ask her, you’ll never get anywhere with it. She’ll just
keep annoying you until you snap. And if she wants to fight you, at least
you’ll get it over with.” He silently thought of Jean Kirstein, who was always
competeing with Eren, and asking him what his problem was didn’t help anything.
They still fought or argued nearly every time they interacted, but Eren assumed
Mikasa and Annie were more mature than that. He hoped, anyway.
“Hmph,” Mikasa said thoughtfully, “I’ll try, I guess.”
Mikasa snuggled into Eren’s side and they watched the TV show that was playing.
It was some sitcom about high schoolers in the 70’s, which Eren actually
enjoyed, but he felt too detached to really pay attention. He looked down at
his girlfriend, only the glossy black hair against his chest visible as she
watched the screen. He considered putting an arm around her shoulders, but he
felt an uncomfortable pressure in his pelvis.
“Hey, I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” he said, lifting his torso. Mikasa took
the indication to move and removed herself from his chest.
As Eren got up and walked to the hallway, he let his thoughts wander to his
girlfriend’s cousin. He peeked around one corner toward the stairway,
considering going up to check his room. He reconsidered when he remembered how
intimidating Levi was, and how he’d probably be pissed if Eren just barged in
uninvited. He guess he didn’t feel like coming down and having to explain to
Mikasa why her cousin roundhouse kicked a tooth out.
When he turned his head, however, he nearly jumped a foot. There was a short,
dark haired man, crossing his arms and glowering disapprovingly up at Eren as
he leaned against the wall. He was wearing a dark grey sweater and black jeans,
his hair smooth and kept as always. His eyes were swirling with something Eren
couldn’t define, but he enjoyed the hint of emotion that the man was wearing
behind the scowl.
“Potty break?” Levi said, cocking an eyebrow.
Eren opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat as Levi’s
hand closed around his wrist. The man half dragged down the hall, being both
alarmingly fast and strong but completely silent at the same time. He pushed
the teen into the bathroom in front of him, and Eren turned around in time to
see Levi locking the door.
He didn’t have time to speak. In an instant, Levi was closing the distance
between them, reaching up for two fistfuls of hair in order to bring Eren’s
head to his lips. Eren quickly placed his hands on his hips, then slid them
down to cup his ass. He turned and lifted the man at the same time, sitting him
on the sink as their lips crashed together.
Levi’s arms were clutching Eren’s shoulders. They balled and pulled at the
fabric as Eren’s mouth moved to nibble at his neck. Fingers pulled at the
collar of his V-neck sweater, and soon the teen’s teeth were pricking against
the man’s collarbones. Eren sucked on the flesh, suddenly realizing he wanted
to mark his body. He was unsure why, but he wanted anyone who saw this man to
know he belonged to someone.
Levi suddenly gave a powerful shove with his palms to Eren’s chest. The boy
slammed into the wall behind him, and a paranoia of the thudding sound and the
shudder of the wall decorations washed over him. As he looked around wide eyed
with a sinking stomach, Levi hopped off the sink. Eren thought he was going to
be reprimanded as the man approached him, narrowing his eyes, but the older man
simply dropped to his knees.
“Levi, what are you—?” Eren started, but his question fell apart as pale hands
undid the front of his jeans.
A tongue ran along the underside of Eren’s cock, and he whimpered in
frustration. He quickly covered his mouth with his fist and he bit into it to
muffle the sounds that he knew would be coming. His other hand ran along the
wall, trying to take purchase of anything to hold onto, but he ended up
settling for pressing his hand flat against the wall with his fingers spread as
Levi took him in his mouth.
It only lasted a little while, but it was satisfactory nonetheless. Levi
squeezed Eren’s hips with his hands and hollowed his cheeks as he bobbed his
head, and Eren warned him when he was close. Levi only picked up the pace, and
when the teenager exploded, the man swallowed it all up.
Eren was out of breath by the time he finished, leaning against the wall as if
it were the only thing that could support him. He released his jaws from his
hand, leaving a circle of teeth dents, and ran his fingers softly through the
shiny black hair.
Levi stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. “Tell her you were
taking a giant shit,” he suggested just before he opened the door and left.
Eren watched him go, and with a sting to his stomach he realized he wanted Levi
to stay longer. He knew that Levi thought of him as nothing but a toy, but he
still wanted to spend more time with him, despite not knowing where this fling
would end up. He also felt sad that Levi barely said two sentences to him in
their little encounter. He didn't want silent fucks with no feeling, and
frankly he didn't care where Levi stood on that one. He was going to talk to
him next time, and he'd just make Levi deal with it, even if he got kicked out
of the bed.
Damn, he thought to himself, I really do not need to get attached to this guy.
He thought it like it would change his behavior, but he knew he wouldn’t. There
was a time limit on this thing with Levi, and although Eren didn’t know when it
would run out, he planned to make the most out of it. He finished his business
in the bathroom, washed his hands and hesitated for a few moments before
disappearing down the hall to join Mikasa.
The girl looked up, asking Eren if he was okay, and he squeaked some reply that
assured her she was fine. Mikasa shrugged it off and returned her eyes to the
TV. Eren joined her, noticing with a sigh of relief that her face didn’t betray
any hints of suspicion.
He didn’t see Levi for the rest of the night.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for the late update, travel is a bitch. Thanks for reading and
     for your comments, they seriously make my entire day xoxo~
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     Levi POV :D
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Levi
The brat was obnoxious.
Seriously, every time he was at Mikasa's it was like he was always running to
find him. Even if he made no attempt to go to him, it was like he sent off this
aroma that drew Levi to him involuntary. He almost thought that Eren was
playing games with him, but the teen was too easy to read to accomplish
anything complex like that.
It wasn't difficult to understand that Eren was struggling with this thing that
fabricated itself between them, whatever it was. He could see the hesitance
whenever he saw him with Mikasa, but he still was set at a slow boil whenever
he saw them together, not that he would ever admit that.
His pride was taking a serious hit with this kid. He used to feel detached, and
many of his past relationships didn’t enthrall him as much as this. But he
barely knew him; it was just something about the way his face darkens or
brightens and gives away everything he’s thinking, he could see all the life in
him and it was difficult not to adore. Especially in bed, the way his cheeks
turned red and he would go from confident to shy in a matter of seconds, it was
downright delicious. Unlike Levi, the boy clearly expressed himself, going
after whatever he wanted with full force and showing his nervousness and
hesitance with things he was unsure about.
Which also left a sinking in the pit of his stomach. There was no way Mikasa
didn't notice the way he'd been acting. She'd have to be stupid not to. Levi
could tell even when he reconnoitered them whenever Eren was at the house with
her (as he may or may not be doing right now). He felt like an utter creep for
watching, but he realized soon he didn't really care. No one would find out; he
could be sure of that. After all, that was his occupation.
Sometimes he considered getting an actual desk job, or just something with less
risk, but he didn't know if he could handle it. He didn't speak when it wasn't
necessary, like people in workplaces seem to love to do for whatever reason.
Not to mention, he clearly had a different idea of professionalism than most
people. So, he stuck to reporting information of gang activity to his boss, and
taking out the trash whenever he was told to.
He'd realized this makes him sound awfully submissive for someone who wouldn't
tolerate a desk job, but his boss was one of the only people whom he would ever
completely trust. The man was always a good few strides ahead of anything, and
he could cover his tracks without a trace. He wondered what kind of life the
man lived, since he hardly saw him, but he was positive it had to be completely
devoted to his job. But he could be wrong, he guessed.
Bleakly, he wondered what Eren thought about his job, even though there was
little he knew about it. He’s killed people, maybe Eren would think differently
of him for that. Then again, he might not be around long enough for that
conversation.
He noticed Mikasa had left Eren alone in the room, perhaps to go to the
bathroom. He had a couple minutes then. He gave in a bit to the force that
pulled him to Eren, as if there were a cord connecting them at the waist.
"Levi," Eren said quietly, looking up as the man entered the room. "What's up?"
"Didn't know you were here," Levi lied.
"But you came in as soon as Mikasa left." There he goes, showing his skepticism
plainly on his face.
"How convenient," Levi said. He leered at the boy and closed the distance
between them.
"Actually," Eren whispered, gently protesting as he cocked his head away, "I
wondered if we could talk a bit..."
Levi paused before answering, slightly annoyed by the rejection and considering
what Eren said. "We don't have that much time."
"Then can I see you some other time?"
"Tch," Levi scoffed before actually bearing it in mind, "When would you do
that?"
"Tonight," Eren said immediately, his face had determination written all over
it, at least before a doubt flickered in his firey eyes. "U-unless you need to
sleep, or you’re busy or something."
Levi's stare pierced the boy without completely intending to (maybe he
subconsciously liked to see the boy squirm under his gaze). He only really got
around 2-3 hours of sleep, if you could even call it that. Not to mention he
did it sitting completely upright, usually in a red office chair at home, but
now he settles for the recliner in the bedroom. "Don't you have a bedtime,
kid?"
Eren looked truly offended. In fact, the way his jaw dropped with the hurt in
his eyes was completely adorable. "I'll sneak out."
"Ugh," Levi said, rubbing his forehead, "that sounds so high school it's not
even funny."
"I'm in high school," Eren deadpanned.
Levi didn't know what to say, so naturally he cursed.
"Whatever," Eren said, rolling his eyes.
They heard a door open, and Levi knew he only had a few seconds before he had
to act casual in the kitchen. He instinctively gripped the teen's collar,
yanking his lips to his for a completely unchaste but quick kiss.
"See you tonight," he said, pulling away slowly.
Levi spent most of the time Eren was over trying not to spy on Mikasa and her
boyfriend. He admitted silently that he had a bit of a childish complex, but he
was just doing what he wanted. That’s all anyone wants to do, right?
He crossed and uncrossed his legs while reading in his recliner, but for some
reason he couldn’t sit still. He checked his computer over and over, seeing if
his boss sent him an incognito note indicating he had a job for him, but today
was dead. Honestly, he didn’t know what to do with himself when he was at his
Aunt and Uncle’s, there was no risk of anybody with malicious intent knowing he
was here, unlike his own home. At one point he even joined Mikasa and Eren on
the couch, just to see Eren get all nervous and uncomfortable. But then they
started snuggling, and he would barf if they started making out right next to
him. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge before he headed upstairs.
After a couple hours, he heard a car pull up. Levi peeked out the window to see
a small gray car pull up, with a blond boy (or maybe a girl? That haircut was
kind of weird) in the driver’s seat. Eren and Mikasa soon walked out, hand in
hand. They wrapped their arms around each other and their lips met. Sick. Levi
looked away. High schoolers were gross.
He heard the car pull away, and after he looked back to the window he saw
Mikasa heading inside alone. He came downstairs, assured that there wasn’t any
threat of hitting anything with projectile vomit.
Upon entering the kitchen, he saw Mikasa sitting at the table. She had two
hands loosely wrapped around a glass of water, and she was staring down into
the ice cubes. There was a forlorn look in her eyes, and Levi’s stomach
knotted.
Did she know? He disguised the guilt by leaning casually against the doorframe,
his arms crossed.
“You look depressed,” Levi stated obviously. Wow, he was great with words. He
didn’t even sound empathetic.
Mikasa jumped a bit, not realizing Levi had been there. He saw a mask fly up as
soon as the surprise left her expression. She was like Levi, he realized.
“Oh,” she said, “I’m fine.” She took a drink from her glass.
“Is it Eren?” Levi asked, then internally cringed. He sounded more accusatory
than concerned, and looked indifferent as hell.
Her jaw clenched.
“No.” She stood up and went upstairs, presumably to her room.
Damn. It wasn’t that Levi and Mikasa were ever close. They were both so
antisocial they hardly interacted; this was probably one of their most
heartfelt conversations. But still, he wasn’t heartless. She may not know that
her boyfriend was fucking her male older cousin, but she could probably sense
the hesitance he now showed with her. Levi was destroying something she had
with him, and hurting her in the process.
Despite that, he still wanted Eren. He wanted what she had, and he didn’t want
to have to sneak around with it. He was going to have to tell Eren to choose.
And if he wouldn’t choose, it would be a rejection. He’d have to let Mikasa
have him.
He really didn’t like the thought of that. He certainly wouldn’t stick around
for it.
He went upstairs to mosey back into his room, before he heard someone giggling.
It was coming from Mikasa’s door. He crept up to listen.
What the hell? Mikasa was giggling. It was such a bizarre sound to hear, he
didn’t think he’d heard the girl laugh since she was a child. She started
talking, and realized she was on the phone.
Was she talking to Eren? God, if he was the only thing to cheer him up why
didn’t she just go with him? They weren’t even talking about anything in
particular, just typical high school bullcrap. Which he found a bit strange, he
didn’t peg Mikasa as being interested in that kind of stuff.
Then he heard her address the person on the phone. She was talking to someone
named Annie. She must be a damn hoot if she could make Mikasa laugh like that.
Levi shrugged it off and returned to his room.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry about the late update, again. I had swimmer's sinitus. T.T
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***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     Ah, miscommunications.
Chapter Notes
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“Jesus Christ, Eren,” Levi scolded, grabbing Eren’s arm to hoist him up and
into the open window, “You could have come in the fucking door.”
“Come on, that wouldn’t have been as romantic,” Eren laughed, despite that
moments before he’d been dangling by one arm from the second story of the
Ackerman house. He fell onto Levi’s chest, making quite a loud thud as they hit
the floor of Levi’s room. He could have sworn he felt the house shudder.
They both stared at each other in the darkness, Eren laying on top of Levi as
they listened to the dead silence, trying to pick up any signs that Levi’s
housemate might have been disturbed. Eren hoped that the hands that were
clenching the elder man’s shoulders weren’t shaking. This situation was nerve-
wracking, but he had to admit his twisted mind found it exciting. When he was
sneaking around, it was as though the colors he could see were of a richer
saturation, and everything he felt didn’t seem so carefully rehearsed.
“Anyway,” Levi began after an audible swallow when it seemed safe enough to
speak, “What did you want to ask me earlier?”
Eren pondered this. He looked at Levi nervously, bit his lip, looked at a
random spot on the wall, and back to Levi. He wasn’t sure there were any other
way to word what he was thinking other than the sentence running through his
head. He was certain Levi could hear the way his heart hammered against his
chest, and the nerves compressing around his stomach did make him any more
comfortable.
He set his chin on Levi’s chest to study his face. Levi looked back at him,
feigning disinterest, but Eren could still feel some warmth emanating from his
expression. Or maybe it was his imagination.
“Am I… a toy?” Eren’s voice came out much more timid than he wanted.
“A what?” Levi asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Oh god, did he really have to
elaborate?
“A toy. Like, a blowup doll. Or something to just, you know,” Eren was rambling
now. Oh well, “You know, to fuck.”
“Like I’m using you for sex?” Levi asked, his tone implying that he’d never
considered that he would. It made Eren stomach uncurl a bit in relief.
“Yeah.”
Levi looked up at the ceiling, “Hadn’t thought of it that way.”
What the hell did that mean? Does that mean is plausible? Just because he
hadn’t consciously thought this boy is my sex toy, it didn’t mean that it
wasn’t a possibility. Instead of clenching, Eren’s stomach sank as if it had
already resigned to rejection.
Fuck, never mind. Abort mission. Talk over. He didn’t want to deal with this
anymore.
Eren suddenly latched his mouth onto Levi’s neck and bit down. He enjoyed the
shudder Levi gave in response to the surprise attack.
“Wait, brat, I wasn’t done--!” Levi tried, but Eren slowly licked up to the
man’s jaw and the man didn’t finish whatever it was he had to say. That was
okay, Eren was certain didn’t want to hear it. The taste of his skin was
intoxicating and the smell of his cologne (or was it just his body? Would he
have put on a fragrance for this?) only added to the effect. The feeling of
dismissal was easy to stuff under an episode of arousal.
Levi, on the other hand, seemed rather frustrated by the teen’s attempts. He
flipped Eren over on his back, pressing his palms into the carpet on either
side of Eren’s head. The position that seemed much too familiar to both of
them, and Eren could practically taste it.
“Listen here, you—”
But Levi’s threat, or whatever it was, was lost in Eren’s humming mouth as he
pounced once more. He wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and arched his
back into the kiss, hanging off of him like he was a ship and Eren was the
anchor.
Levi protested, pulling his lips away, but he couldn’t remove his head from
Eren’s hold. He gave in, and kissed the boy back, letting out a small moan to
accompany Eren’s.
Eren didn’t know who initiated it, but soon pants were being pulled off hips
and shirts were being yanked over heads. In no time at all, Levi had revealed a
bottle of lube, and Eren was being pried open again, prepared by the man’s
slick fingers. With a huge amount of willpower, he managed to muffle his sounds
into a whine when he felt the large cock press against his entrance and slide
into him.
Levi thrusted his hips vigorously against Eren’s ass, making Eren wonder for a
moment if he’d have rug burn from the way his back was chafing against the
carpet. He didn’t care. Levi was obviously going to be bleeding from the
scratches on his back, anyway.
Those thoughts, however, didn’t remain in his mind long as he looked up at
Levi’s face. Most people’s sex faces looked like they were in pain, and Levi
certainly was no exception with his furrowed brows, eyes squeezed shut and
teeth clenched together. His heavy breath was hot on Eren’s face as it left his
mouth. Eren could probably get off just watching Levi’s face.
Eren moaned, not for the first time, but it was definitely the loudest so far.
Levi’s eyes opened in a glare that didn’t contain anger, which sent vicious
butterflies through Eren’s abdomen. Levi blindly reached for the bed, which was
about two feet away, and hastily yanked the top comforter off. He shoved it
against Eren’s lips, all the while never letting up on the ramming of his dick
against Eren’s prostrate.
Eren took the hint and bit down on the blanket, muffling his loud moans into
grunts of pleasure. He felt orgasm swell up in his own cock, so he squeezed his
eyes shut and pressed the top of his head against Levi’s chin. He tightened
around Levi’s penis as he ejaculated against his stomach, and felt the man’s
jaw open as he let out exasperated gasps of ecstasy. One hand closed around and
squeezed Eren’s shoulder hard enough that there would be purple fingerprints
the next morning.
Levi stilled on top of him as Eren threw his head back against the floor,
peeking through his eyelashes at the man’s tired face. They were both panting
heavily, and when Levi pressed his lips to Eren’s, it was loose and sloppy,
their deep inhaling through nostrils completely audible.
Levi must have gotten tired of holding himself up, because he soon collapsed on
the floor next to Eren. They laid there for a couple minutes after Levi pulled
off the condom, the room completely silent except for their shared uneven
panting and the sound of a car passing spilling in from the open window.
After Levi had caught his breath, he stood up suddenly. Eren watched him,
illuminated only by the orange streetlights that managed to creep in the
window. He strode over to his desk and pulled a carton of cigarettes out of the
top drawer.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” Eren stated quietly as the man stood by his open
window and lit up.
“Not often,” Levi explained just before taking a long drag. By the way he was
lit up from behind and by the way the smoke seemed to catch light beams in the
clouds of his exhales and in the wispy trail from the burning cigarette, Eren
had to admit the guy looked really cool smoking.
“Can I try?”
Levi raised his brows slightly before holding out the tobacco stick toward him.
Eren crossed the room and took it from him. He held it between his index and
middle finger, the way he’d heard people smoked, and took a short puff. He
immediately began to violently cough, trying desperately to silence himself in
vain.
Levi, while attempting to suppress a cackle at the virgin smoker, ended up
sounding just as ridiculous when he’d managed to let a snort escape his throat.
He slapped a hand to his mouth in a quick instant of embarrassment, but he then
began to shake with silent but much harder laughter.
“Did you just fucking snort?,” Eren shout-whispered between wheezes, both
incredulous and offended, “It wasn’t even that funny!”
“Whatever you say, kid,” Levi said, beginning to get a hold of himself, “Now
give me that back before you get leukemia.” A hand swiped the cigarette from
between Eren’s fingers.
Eren tried to repress a pout, but gave up and decided to find a way to hid his
face from Levi. Before he thought about it, he wrapped an arm around Levi’s
shoulders and clumsily pulled the man toward himself. He felt Levi tense in his
hold, but he then relaxed against his chest, igniting a warm feeling in Eren’s
middle. But the pre-sex conversation pricked at the back of his mind. Change
mental subjects. Don’t feel warm. Push down and bury the bubbling affection.
“I’ve been wondering,” Eren began thoughtfully looking out the window, “How am
I? In bed, I mean. Like, I’m sure you’ve had, um, more experience than I have,
or whatever…”
“Not bad,” Levi said immediately, putting the cigarette to his lips once more.
Eren looked at him and waited for a further explanation, but didn’t receive
one.
“That’s it?” Eren frowned, his head cocking disbelief. He was nervous asking
him that, what the hell?
“Yeah.”
“Does that mean I’m good?”
“It means you’re not bad.”
“Whatever.” Eren pushed out his bottom lip and looked back out the window.
“Don’t pout, kid.”
“I’m not pouting!”
“Sure.”
A few moments of silence passed. His arm around Levi went from warm and
comfortable to stiff and unmoving. He was afraid that if he moved, he would
knock this fragile moment out of its suspension, and it would smash against the
hard floor of reality. He only dared to stare at Levi’s face, whose perpetually
furrowed brow made him look to be deep in thought as he went through his first
cigarette and started on another.
“Are you gonna leave her or what?”
Levi turned his hard gaze on Eren a second after he shot the question. His tone
was harsh, accusatory even. Eren, however, was dumbfounded at the suddenness of
his words.
“Huh?” seemed the only thing Eren could get out of his mouth. He
unintentionally put some small space between their naked bodies, and in
response Levi backed away from him completely. Eren wanted to protest and pull
him back, but the scowl and the crossed arms Levi had taken on aggressively
warned him not to.
“You heard me. Are you?”
Eren squirmed under Levi’s piercing gaze. He looked sideways out the window and
scratched his head, trying desperately to make his brain send something to his
mouth for him to work with.
Eren tried being silent for a few seconds, but it proved unsuccessful. He felt
extremely awkward and exposed while Levi stood like a statue awaiting his
answer, both of them still stark naked. He vaguely wondered if Levi’s crossed
arms and removal of body contact was some display of vulnerability, but he
shook it off. This was Levi here, he was sure the man was unshakable, and that
wasn’t just because he barely cleared 5’3”.
“I… don’t know,” Eren murmured quietly. He was actually surprised that Levi
heard him.
He looked at the man after he spoke, who was visibly processing Eren’s words.
He opened his mouth and glanced out the window once, and then shut it again as
if deciding against speaking.
“Ah,” he said finally, turning his body to face the streetlights. He dropped
his arms to his sides, and his face immediately looked bored with the
conversation.
His indifferent face stung Eren a little. Was he putting up an act of desire to
fuck with him? Wow, that’s low. Whatever. Eren looked at the floor, and his
expression crumpled slightly. He hoped he didn’t look pathetic, but he couldn’t
put up masks like Mikasa and Levi could.
Levi sighed and grabbed Eren’s chin before droning, “What’s that face for,
brat?”
The teen opened his mouth to answer, probably going to ask Levi why he’d
sounded so annoyed, but he forgot whatever he was going to say when lips were
on his once again. Hands ran through his hair before settling on a handful to
hold onto. Suddenly they were on the ground again. Eren was on his stomach, the
man’s weight on the back of his body as he began to touch him.
Eren was distant in the beginning as Levi fucked him once again. He wasn’t
thinking about anything in particular, his left cheek pressed against the
carpet uncomfortably and his own fists at either side of his head. But as Levi
licked and bit his shoulders and back, Eren’s somber mood faded and was
gradually replaced with heady arousal. When his sounds began to emerge, Levi
picked up the pace, clearly pleased with getting the reactions out of the boy.
When they’d finished and Levi had pulled out, they groggily stood to fall on
the mattress of Levi’s bed. Sleep rose like a flood and drowned Eren, and soon
he was out cold.
He awoke a few hours later, the blue light of the alarm clock telling him it
was 4:48 am. He noted Levi peacefully and silently sleeping beside him, and he
felt a warm gooey affection pour over him like syrup in spite of their
exchanges last night. He allowed himself to watch him for a few moments before
collecting his clothes and pulling them on. He considered leaving through the
door, but he decided it would be completely horrifying to have to explain his
presence and his sex hair at 5 am if Mikasa happened to come downstairs. He
gave in to the urge to give Levi a long kiss on the forehead before he went out
the window and climbed down to the lawn below.
As he walked home, he wondered how Levi processed the exchange. He definitely
knew that Eren was aware of being used, but he figured it was clear between
them that he had no room to be upset because it was a dirty affair. Still, he
wondered if Levi would back off for fear of Eren getting attached. He’d have to
ask where they stood the next time he saw him. He would stop by again tomorrow
after writing a note that he planned to slip him at some point.
But when Eren arrived at Mikasa’s the following day, after loading up
considerably on caffeine, he noticed an open garage with no Harley-Davison
sitting in it.
“Where’s Levi today? He’s usually here.” Eren silently applauded himself at
sounding so casual.
“Oh, he left this morning,” Mikasa said, confusion apparent in her tone, “Guess
he went back into the city. Left a note that said my uncle Kenny would be
staying with me now. I don’t see why I even need a babysitter anyway, I’m not
ten, you know?”
But Eren didn’t hear the last sentence. He just nodded on autopilot, and tried
to control his face as he replayed his girlfriend’s explanation in his auditory
memory.
Levi left.
He was gone.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Summary
     Someone shows up.
Chapter Notes
     *rises from the dead* hello friends
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“Eren, are you okay? You look like you’re going to be sick.”
Mikasa’s stormy eyes were fully of concern, but Eren ripped his gaze away from
hers, being unable to bare to the sight of them. He tried to stare at her thin
lips, but the slight semblance to her cousin’s frowning pout only brought on
another wave of nausea. He didn’t want to chance looking at her at all. He
stared hard at the ground, focusing on fixing his expression. He blew out a
breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.
“Eren?” A warm hand softly touched his face.
The boy jolted up as if Mikasa’s hand had shocked him. He tried to recover the
fumble of his reaction, and stared straight into her eyes, pretending they were
made of glass.
“Sorry, I’m fine,” Eren lied, faking a laugh and holding his stomach,
“Something at lunch must have made me a bit queasy.”
“Do you need to go home?” She placed her hand on her hip, as if she were
feeling for something in the pockets of her tight black jeans.
Eren considered it. It probably wouldn’t be too unhealthy to sit and mope
around at home, devour some junk food and rot his brain with videogames while
ignoring his homework. However, the thought that his parents might be home
stopped him. He didn’t want to get caught in an uncomfortably and probably
untruthfully explaining things, on the off chance that he’d be found weeping in
his room. Hypothetically.
Another thought wandered into his mind. He wasn’t here, but this was a good
thing, wasn’t it? He wouldn’t have to lie anymore, he didn’t have to sneak
around behind Mikasa’s back anymore. He was getting off completely scot-free.
He never had to give himself up to that man ever again…
“No, it’s not really that bad,” Eren murmured, unsure of who exactly he was
reassuring.
“Oh,” Mikasa said, her lips pursing into a small circle, the word still tracing
her lips. She glanced down away from Eren.
Eren raised an eyebrow and cocked his head. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No, of course not!” Mikasa blinked at him, eyes wide, “I just started thinking
about homework all of the sudden.”
Eren frowned. “You know as well as I do that you’re a really terrible liar.”
Mikasa grit her teeth and looked away again. He sighed and rolled his eyes,
knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to get anything out of her. She wasn’t
one to talk about her feelings all that much.
“Whatever, you can tell me when you feel like it. Wanna watch a movie?” he
suggested.
She nodded glumly.
They settled themselves watching some horror flick with corny CGI dinosaurs,
fake blood and stiff actors. They’d put two body pillows on the ground and Eren
sat cross legged with Mikasa’s head in his lap. Eren couldn’t help but glance
up at the doorway every few minutes, vainly hoping a short figure would come
around the corner and glare at him. Even when he looked away, he was still half
expecting a harsh hand to close around his wrist and yank him to his feet.
About a half hour into the movie, Eren had once again looked at the doorway and
a tangent thought brought up the memory of being pulled into the bathroom. He
remembered his back pressed against the painted wall, and mostly he thought of
his painful erection and the way Levi’s tongue slid over it. He craved the
feeling of fingers gripping his hipbones as his cock disappeared into Levi’s
wet mouth and—
“Eren?” Mikasa whispered, moving her head out of her boyfriend’s lap. She
looked at him, confused but not angry and Eren cursed internally upon realizing
her reason for moving as a feeling of mortification washed over him.
“Why are you…?” Mikasa continued whispering as if she were afraid someone would
hear her, “You know…”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Eren rambled, grabbing the blanket and covering his
pelvis. He looked up at the TV and realized a woman was being graphically eaten
alive, and his face turned bright red. “It wasn’t that, I swear, I was just off
thinking to myself and your head was in my lap so I was just…”
Mikasa’s face, now blessed with a small blush, had a small smile. “It’s okay…”
“No, don’t think anything of it I just…” Eren stopped midsentence as Mikasa
climbed into his lap, straddling him “What are you doing?””
“It’s okay…” Mikasa said gently again, as she pressed her chest into his,
wrapping her arms around him “Just close your eyes, all right?”
“Wait, Mikasa,” Eren said quickly, panic seeping into his mind, “Wait, do you
really wanna--?”
“Shh.” Lips caressed Eren’s neck, and he was speechless. He couldn’t move. Why
did he feel panicked? Isn’t this a normal thing boyfriend and girlfriend do? So
why did he want to plead with her to stop? That she didn’t know what she was
doing and she didn’t really want to do this?
But the pleading urge lessened significantly as Mikasa rolled her hips on
Eren’s lap. He twitched and throbbed and he was damn certain she could feel it.
He cried out minimally, and she began to grind against him. He clutched her
solid back and squeezed harder than necessary, both out of arousal and just
plain frustration at himself.
“Let go of me really quick,” Mikasa said, and Eren obeyed instantly. Relief
flooded over him when she moved off of his lap. He sighed and closed his eyes
and opened his mouth to speak but then her fingers were unzipping his jeans.
“Mikasa, wait—” Eren tried to stop her but it just came out like a plea for her
to keep going. She ‘shh’ed him again and put her hands on his thighs. She
positioned herself so she was sitting on her legs in front of Eren. She put her
fingers inside of his boxer’s waistband.
A crunching sound of tires on gravel, then an engine cutting off.
Mikasa shot bolt upright as Eren frantically zipped up pants disregarding how
it felt on his boner. They stared at each other for a second before Mikasa
mouthed “act casual!”
They sat quietly as the movie played. Eren’s head was spinning hopefully.
Muffled footsteps from the porch outside. Eren’s heart pounded as he eyed the
front door.
The doorknob turned. Eren’s eyes widened as the door slammed open.
Eren and Mikasa both jumped at the sudden thunderous noise, followed by the
front door slamming shut. A tall man with an aged face strode into the house.
He was wearing a black cowboy hat, pale gray button up shirt with a black vest,
faded blue jeans and the ugliest pair of brown cowboy boots Eren has ever seen.
He wouldn’t have been able to express the enormous disappointment into words if
his life depended on it.
“YOUR COOLEST UNCLE IS HERE TO BABYSIT!~” the man hollered.
“Jesus, I’m right here,” Mikasa said, her face disgusted.
“I’m not Jesus, but yeah, you’re righ’ there!” observed Not Jesus as he marched
into the room, “I haven’t seen you since you was a lil baby!” His eyes fell on
Eren and he stopped in his tracks.
“The fuck is that,” he demanded.
“Eren,” Mikasa said simply, irritatingly staring at the TV.
“Why exactly is he givin’ me the ole stink eye?” He put his hands on his hips
and raised an eyebrow, “You two weren’ gettin’ frisky in here or—”
“Could you please not,” Miksasa deadpanned, not moving her eyes from the
horrible horror flick. Eren was amazed at her ability to keep a straight face,
but he could still see the blush in her cheeks.
“Ahhh?” Not Jesus purred. At what seemed like lightning speed he moved quickly
to Eren and yanked him up to a standing position by his hand, which he shook
vigourously.
“Name’s Kenny Ackerman! But you, sir, can call me the Captain! That’s my
nickname!”
Mikasa groaned loudly.
“Ah don’t mind her, she’s a big spoilsport. But,” He gripped Eren’s arm
suddenly with his free hand, leaning down to look Eren in the eye inches from
his face, “if you ever hurt that girl, I will--”
“Oh, come on,” Mikasa huffed, standing and yanking Eren by his free arm.
“Now where do you think you’re going?” said Kenny, sounding more hurt than
authoritative.
“For a walk,” Mikasa deadpanned as she bolted out the door with Eren in tow,
“Bye, Kenny.” The door slammed shut before he could protest.
“Who the hell was that?” Eren squeaked when Mikasa stopped dragging him down
the sidewalk.
“An embarrassment,” Mikasa said coldly. They began to walk side by side, Eren
sensing the girl’s huffing anger despite her completely uninterested face.
“No, seriously, that guy’s your uncle?”
Mikasa audibly sighed before responding. “He’s my Uncle Kenny. My mom’s
brother. Don’t know much else about him.”
“Is there a reason for that?”
“I’m pretty sure there is. I don’t think my parents know he’s staying with me.
Levi probably just called him so I wouldn’t be left alone.”
Ugh, he’d forgotten about that for a second. “Kind of irresponsible.”
Mikasa sighed, “I would have been happier if he’d just left me alone. I’m not a
baby.”
Eren pursed his lips in agreement. They were crossing a parking lot toward
Aella Park. It was a nice autumn day, the hints of winter not quite overtaking
the heat. As they walked through the front gates, the sounds evident of a small
breeze faintly mingled with the city’s noise. Surprisingly there weren’t many
people around.
“Nice out,” Mikasa observed, looking towards the minimally cloudy sky.
“Yeah, not excited for winter,” Eren commented, “Apparently they’re saying it’s
going to be harsher than last year.”
“That was pretty bad. My mom was saying her friend’s pipes froze and—oh, I know
her.” Eren looked over to see Mikasa nodding toward a blonde head sticking up
above the back of a bench several paces ahead.
Mikasa quickened her stride and headed toward her. Eren followed curiously.
“Annie?” Mikasa asked when she reached earshot of the girl. She looked back
blankly, then she smiled delicately at the approaching pair.
"Hi," she said, "What are you doing here?"
They rounded to the front of the bench to sit in front of her. She was holding
a small blue novel, but she'd already closed it and set it on her lap, with her
hand over the cover.
Eren pointed at her. "You're the girl I bumped into that one time."
Annie shrugged at him and turned to Mikasa. "You come to Aella often?"
"Just when I'm walking around, I guess. Do you?"
"Sometimes," she shrugged again, "I actually have to get going soon, though."
"Oh," Mikasa sounded disappointed.
Annie stood up, held up her small hand in a wave and the other put her book in
her white hoodie's front pocket.
"Wait," Mikasa said before Annie could began to walk down the path. "Do you
wanna maybe hang out sometime?"
Eren squinted at Mikasa, then looked at Annie. She was gazing up at the taller
girl curiously.
She paused for a second before she spoke. "Yeah. We can walk around together."
Mikasa genuinely smiled as Annie pulled a pen from her pocket and ripped a page
from her book. She scribbled on a piece of paper before folding it and handing
it to Mikasa.
"Text me or something," she said as she took her leave.
Mikasa stared after her for a moment before she noticed Eren's peculiar stare.
"What is it?"
"You're getting along with a girl?" Eren raised his eyebrow.
"I can get along with girls. I get along with Sasha," she defending, scratching
her head.
"Yeah, but I don't think you text her," Eren remarked, then shrugged, "I guess
it's good for you to have a girlfriend."
"A friend who's a girl," Mikasa corrected.
"Whatever," Eren said, "Chickfriend."
He put an arm around her shoulder and focused on thinking about and talking to
Mikasa as they walked around. He feared the thoughts of someone else that might
creep into his mind. He succeeded in doing so for the rest of the walk, until
the sun began to set and Mikasa decided it was time to head home.
When he turned his lights out and curled up in his bed, the thoughts caught up
to him and hallowed him out. He clutched his phone next to his head on the
dampened pillow, silently wishing he had a number to text.
Chapter End Notes
     I was waiting to get new manga material to characterize Kenny, then
     after the chapters we got of him.. he was exactly the way I first
     imagined so... sorry about the long break for absolutely nothing....
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Summary
     Someone gets pissed.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It had been a couple weeks, and Eren hadn't been thinking about Levi as much
lately.
 
He wasn't exactly sure when the memories started fading. It wasn't like they
had that much to go on anyway. With Levi gone, the lusty haze that clouded his
brain cleared. Eren realized he knew almost nothing about the man. Most of his
knowledge was guessed from the his body language. He also turned over Levi's
behavior over and over in head many times. For all he knew, the facts might
have become distorted.
 
He decided to try and fix his relationship with Mikasa. He started paying
newfound attention to her, which brought their relationship troubles to light.
Perhaps the problems stemmed from his heart-eyed chasing her cousin. He
internally kicks himself at the thought whenever it comes up.
 
He felt Mikasa had distanced herself from him. The last time they'd become
remotely intimate was the time Kenny had interrupted. He missed their
conversations, him endlessly ranting and her mindfully keeping him in check.
Their atmosphere together was now awkward and heavy with tension. The reason
for the thick air around them filled his stomach with nausea.
 
Did she find out about Levi?
 
As of late, Mikasa preoccupied herself with spending time with her new friend,
Annie. As a result, Eren had become lonesome and reached out to Armin. His
friend sat across from him, not saying a word. Books and papers littered his
kitchen table surface. The scratching of pencils copying down compressed
textbook sentences was the only audible noise. Eren had started to think of the
sounds as dull background music.
 
Half of the deut suddenly ceased as Armin looked up and spoke. “You seem tense,
Eren.”
 
“Tense?” Eren repeated, rubbing his eyes. They felt out of focus from staring
at paper for so long. “Why do you say that?”
 
“I can tell,” he admitted thoughtfully, “It’s Mikasa, right?”
 
Eren gawked at him, and then then regarded his friend’s expression. He noticed
his top lip was slightly pulled up, as if repressing a sneer. His brow was just
barely furrowed, making his gaze a fraction more intense. He was holding back
an emotion.
 
“You’re mad at me?” It was more of a dumbstruck statement than a question.
 
“Oh,” Armin looked surprised, perhaps at Eren's perceptiveness. He seemed to
have an internal argument on whether he should give an excuse. He soon sighed
in defeat. "Yeah. yeah, I am. A bit."
 
“I know. I know, I’m sorry…” Eren muttered, putting his hands up.
 
“You know? I didn't think you would have paid enough attention to know.” Armin
was giving a poor attempt at concealing the salt in his words.
 
Eren blinked, unsure of what to make of that comment. He continued with his
thoughts anyway, hoping Armin would elaborate further later. “Yeah, I, should
have told her, It’s just—"
 
“Ugh, Eren!” Armin interjected in squeaky frustration, “I’m not mad about that!
Well I am, but I’m more mad about something else!” His fists clenched and a
meek pink shade was now threatening his cheeks.
 
Eren beheld him, dumbfounded. “I didn’t notice that you were mad…”
 
The blond looked for a moment as if he'd explode. Still, he raised his hands
and closed his eyes, releasing an annoyed breath. He took his notebook and
rolled it up. Armin reached over the table. Before Eren could question why, he
was smacked repeatedly over the head. Hard enough to hurt.
 
“Ah!” Eren exclaimed, shielding himself from the attacks.
 
“Eren, you dummy!” Armin exclaimed between swings, “You haven’t been around to
notice I was mad at you!”
 
“What—do—you--mean!?” Eren cried desperately, “I thought you were hanging out
more with Jean and Sasha and Connie now!?”
 
Armin glared at him for a moment. He then abruptly flew over the wooden surface
and tackled Eren out of his chair to the ground. The chair fell over with a
loud crash. The blond mounted his stomach, still beating him over the top of
his head. Slap, slap, slap!
 
“Armin!” Eren yelled to his friend, grabbing the wrists of the smaller boy and
holding them in place at either side of his head, “Calm down!”
 
Armin panted over him, unable to free himself from Eren's grasp. He slowed his
breathing before laughing bitterly. “I don’t believe this. Are you, Eren
Jaeger, telling me to calm down?”
 
“If you hold in anger it explodes out later,” Eren tittered nervously, letting
go of Armin’s wrists.
 
“Oh, like you would know,” Armin retorted, giving him one more soft smack
before getting off of him. He sat on his feet next to Eren.“You explode without
holding anything in at all.”
 
Eren merely huffed in response. He sat up, his knees bent, supporting himself
on his hands behind him. “Please tell me what’s bothering you.”
 
Armin sighed, closing his eyes. After a moment, he looked up to eye boldy, blue
on green. “The only reason I’ve been with Jean and Sasha and those guys more is
because you and Mikasa... well, ever since you started dating you’ve both kind
of just wandered off into your own world and left me behind. You guys don’t
really invite me anywhere anymore. The only reason you’re hanging out with me
now is because she’s acting weird, right?”
 
Eren was speechless for a moment, eyes wide with surprise“Armin, I’m, I’m so
sorry. I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid.” He squeezed his eyes shut and
pinched the bridge of his nose.
 
“I thought you guys didn’t want to be friends with me anymore,” Armin
confessed, his mouth trembling as he spoke. He hiccupped on a small sob.
 
“No, no way, man!” Eren reached over and pulled Armin to his chest. He hugged
him tightly, as if to hold him together before he fell apart. The blond
sniffed, his face shoved into Eren’s chest as he tried to stop crying.
 
Eren pet his yellow hair and spoke into the top of his head. “You’ve been my
best friend, for like, pretty much my whole life. We’d never not want to be
friends with you. Mikasa, too. I’ve just had my head up my ass is all. I love
you, man.”
 
Armin sniffled once more. He pulled his face out of Eren’s t-shirt, leaving a
wet stain on his pecs. Apparently, Mikasa wasn’t the only one he’d been
disregarding lately. Eren had never seen Armin be quite so emotional about
anything like this. Yet he was certain his friend knew he needed the reality
check.
 
“Armin, I’ve been a dick,” Eren affirmed.
 
“Really?” Armin chided.
 
“Yeah. Like, I dunno. I think I’m losing Mikasa,” before he could get farther,
Eren caught himself. “Shit, you probably don’t want to talk about this. I mean,
I wanna make sure you’re okay. But honestly you’re like my only other close
friend and I wanna treat you like that. I mean we can talk about something else
if you want.”
 
“It’s fine,” Armin gave a genuine smile, “I’m here for you. Mikasa sounds like
she’s distancing herself from you.”
 
“I know, that’s what it feels like..." Eren’s mind trailed to the theorized
reason for her coldness. If she found out, he’d be the biggest asshole he knew.
 
“Did she find out about… you know,” Armin prodded, reading his mind.
 
“I don’t know,” Eren conceded in a small voice.
 
“Well, wouldn’t it be a little easier if she found out?” Armin offered,
receiving only an incredulous stare from Eren.
 
“Lying is exhausting and unnecessary. And I think you’re confused about some
things about yourself. Which is why you were so obsessed with Levi.”
 
“What do you mean by that?” Eren asked, raising an eyebrow.
 
“Like, are you gay? What’s your sexuality?”
 
The question took Eren completely off-guard. His face turned bright red and he
wanted to wave off the questions. “I-I’m not gay…”
 
“You let a man put his penis in your anus and you liked it,” Armin deadpanned.
 
Eren tried for words, but just ended up stuttering random syllables. He really
can’t come back from that, can he?
 
“If it makes you feel better, you’re not alone. I’m asexual panromantic,” Armin
laughed quietly, blushing a bit.
 
“No offense,” Eren warned, looking curiously at his friend, “But I have no idea
what that means.”
 
Armin laughed again, louder this time. A small part of Eren realized his best
friend was kind of cute. Yet he didn't see him as someone he could pursue,
especially at the present situation.
 
“It’s okay,” Armin said, “a lot of people don’t know. I can have romantic
feelings but I don’t get sexually attracted to anybody.”
 
“I want to sleep with boys and girls and you don’t want to sleep with anyone,”
Eren put in, “I’m just gonna not worry about labels right now until I figure
out my life.”
 
“That sounds like a pretty good idea," Armin laughed. "But back to our original
issue; do you want to stay with Mikasa?”
 
“I think so,” Eren murmured.
 
“She doesn’t deserve someone who isn’t sure, Eren.”
 
“I know, I know. I do want to be with her. I’m just sick of being guilty and I
don’t know how to fix things.”
 
“I think you just need to talk to her," Armin shrugged. "Show her that you’re
there for her, then Eren!”
 
“What?” Eren was startled.
 
“I’m going to make this clear:” Armin held Eren’s face in his hands, his gaze
unblinnking. “You. Have. To. Tell. Her.”
 
“I know, sheesh.” Eren slapped the boy's hands away.
 
“Sorry, just needed to make sure.”
 
They didn't get to much studying after that conversation. Since they'd studied
for about two hours before Armin's explosion, they decided it was okay to stop.
 
The rest of the day was spent playing videogames, chatting about random
subjects and consuming frozen pizza. They thoroughly enjoyed the time together,
both glad to have patched things up between them. Eren left reluctantly, but
with a newfound determination to get his act together.
 
It would have been fortunate if things had worked out as easily as he'd figured
they would here.
Chapter End Notes
     meanwhile levi's been listening to ghost by mystery skulls nonstop
     okay im the author what i say goes
     also if youre worried about where levi is dont worry he is coming
     back
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