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"E is the sweetest and most foul of all the games"
- L, in the creative process of writing Marley

MerDer (@19ydt88)
omg! did you guys see the press conference? Sjsjdkja I’m SCREAMINNNN what’s going on between Levi and Eren?!?!?! #aot #NoName #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager
6:41 PM – September 14, 2019 – 3,401 Views

Humanity’s Strongest (@NoShameLeviLover)
WHAT WAS THAT???? LEVIIIII IS KILLING US ALL!!! THE LOOOOOOK I CAN’T!!!! 😩😩😩 #aotPressConference #aot #LeviAckerman #aot2019
6:45 PM – September 14, 2019 – 6,552 Views

H’s bitch (@smhayyeleen33)
soooo…. are they fucking or what? #ErenYeager #LeviAckerman #NoName #aot
6:45 PM – September 14, 2019 – 2,183 Views

robin (@robibibi)
did eren really just choke on his water when levi talked about his fingers??? I mean same but WTF???!!! #aotTheMovie #aot #ErenYeager #LeviAckerman #2FingersIsAllINeed
6:47 PM – September 14, 2019 – 10,227 Views

Alex’s my sunshine (@xxAaronDefenderxx)
Listen… I would choke too okay? Buuuut THAT LOOK!!!! #LeviAckerman #NoName #ErenYeager #aot #aot2019
6:48 PM – September 14, 2019 – 7,891 Views

Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
That obviously didn’t mean anything…  😑 you guys need to chill… Levi’s like 17 years older?!?! Calm the fuck down! 😒#AoTtheMovie #AttackOnTitan #aot2019
6:49 PM – September 14, 2019 – 12,356 Views

✨ackerman bbygirl✨ (@itishugoshmugo)
I FUCKING TOLD YOU! LEVI’S OUR BISEXUAL KING! I’M ALL HERE FOR THE NEXT NONAME SONG DEDICATED TO FUCKING EREN YEAGER AAAAHHH!!! 🔥🔥🔥 #LeviAckerman #2FingersIsAllINeed #ErenYeager #NoName #AttackOnTitan
6:49 PM – September 14, 2019 – 9,407 Views

aot fanboy (@2kiwikiwi2)
this only confirms that we need more behind the scenes! @ArminArlert show us the juicy stuff 👀🥺 #AttackOnTitan #aot #aot2019 #aotPressConference
6:51 PM – September 14, 2019 – 3,332 Views

daddy feldmann (@lxyraX)
Am I trippin rn??? Wtf just happened there? Captain almost killed his charge with that comment #RIPErenYeager #ErenYeager #LeviAckerman #AaronKruger #LewinFeldmann
6:52 – September 14, 2019 – 10,410 Views

No Name L (@nopeandyeez)
LMAFO I CANT EVEN SJDJDJDJ THIS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS! 😂😂😂 Levi surely knows how to troll the fanbase ahaahaha #LeviAckermann #NoName #aot2019 #ErenYeager
6:53 PM – September 14, 2019 – 5,119 Views

Daily Mail: September 15, 2019 

Sizzling chemistry or just good friends? What’s really happening between Mister Rockstar and Mister Supermodel?

The first official press conference for the highly anticipated movie Attack on Titan wrapped up with an unexpected twist that left fans reeling! Seated side by side were the film’s two heartthrobs: Eren Yeager (starring in the role of Aaron Kruger) and Levi Ackerman (starring in the role of Captain Lewin Feldmann). The duo’s flirty antics didn’t just catch the room's attention – they went viral on Twitter and TikTok, causing a meltdown among both the Attack on Titan and No Name fanbase.

So, what exactly went down? It all started with some intense eye contact between the two actors. Eyewitnesses claim that Levi, also known by his stage name L, seemed to be undressing Eren with his eyes, while Eren looked like he was about to swoon. Was it just playful teasing, or something more?

Rumors have been swirling about the pair’s close bond despite the 17-year age gap. They’ve been spotted together on and off set, sparking speculations. Remember that Instagram story from their co-star Armin Arlert back in March? It showed Eren shirtless and lounging in Levi’s trailer, looking perfectly at ease while Levi got his makeup done. The video ended with a grumpy Levi kicking Armin out, but not before capturing the pair laughing and chatting comfortably.

The duo was also seen grabbing some coffee together in July after filming wrapped, further fueling the gossip. But the real bombshell dropped during the press conference when a fan asked Levi about a particularly intense scene where his character finished off Eren’s. Levi, with a smirk, quoted his character’s famous line: “Two fingers is all I need to get the job done”, while locking eyes with Eren and… licking his lips. Yes, you read that right. Levi Ackerman licked his lips in front of a packed room of fans and journalists while staring at Eren.

And poor Eren, in the midst of taking a large sip of water, was completely caught off guard by Levi’s comment. He choked on his drink, triggering a coughing fit that left him gasping in front of everyone. Amin had to pat him on the back until the coughing subsided. Meanwhile, Levi looked all too pleased with the reaction he had elicited from his co-star, leaning back in his seat with his hands clasped behind his head and a sly smirk playing on his lips.

So, what’s the real story between Mister Singer and Mister Model? Are they just close friends, or is there something more? The mystery continues, but one thing’s for sure: this sizzling duo has everyone talking!

The SUN: September 28, 2019 

Eren Yeager’s mystery date night: Who’s the handsome stranger?

Sorry, Leveren shippers – it looks like Eren Yeager might be off the market! The Attack on Titan heartthrob was just spotted outside Gordon Ramsay’s swanky Beverly Hills restaurant, hand in hand with a dashing, unidentified gentleman.

Who is this tall, blonde, and brawny hunk? The mystery man’s identity remains under wraps, but that’s not stopping us from swooning over this adorable duo on their romantic pap-walk. Eren and his mystery date looked positively radiant and blissful together, setting the town abuzz with speculation.

Could this charming outing finally quash all those steamy rumors about Eren and his co-star, Levi Ackerman? It sure seems like it! While we’ve loved every tantalizing moment of their on- and off-screen chemistry, we’re thrilled to see Eren glowing with his new beau.

Stay tuned for more sizzling updates on this budding romance and all your favorite stars! Follow us on Instagram and Twitter for the latest buzz!

2 fingers 🥵 (@IRLAAoo)
Nooooo guys!!!! Have you seen the pics??? Is Eren really in a relationship??? I’m sobbing rn 😭😭😭 my poor Leveren heart 😩💔#ErenYeager #LeviAckernamn #Leveren #LeverenIsReal
7:33 AM – September 28, 2019 – 20,471 Views

🌸melow🌸 (@m3low)
okay I’m sad buuuut who’s that hottieeee? 👀😏 does anyone know sth about him?? #ErenYeager #AttackOnTitan #Leveren
9:04 AM – September 28, 2019 – 15,936 Views

Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
thank god finally someone his own age… told you all he and L aren’t a thing 😒… the world can move on now #ErenYeager #LeviAckerman #aot2019
9:10 AM – September 28, 2019 – 8,248 Views

tiny titan (@sususie6)
NO NO NO!!!! @LOfficial @NoName GET UR MAN BACK!!!!! #Leveren
9:13 AM – September 28, 2019 – 7,381 Views

Eren Yeager updates (@EYupdates)
THATS A REAL ESTATE AGENT OMG OMG OMG! HIS NAMES REINER BRAUN! #ErenYeager #AttackOnTitan #aot
11:12 AM – September 28, 2019 – 29,014 Views

-September 27, 2019-

Eren [10:12 PM]
r u in LA?

Levi [10:15 PM]
Yes.

Eren [10:15 PM]
r u @home 2?

Levi [10:18 PM]
Yes.

Eren [10:19 PM]
I can be there in 30

Levi [10:20 PM]
Let yourself in.
Code is still the same.

*** ***

The iPhone buzzed beside Levi on the sofa cushion, its screen lighting up the dim living room with a sudden brightness. It was late, well past 11 PM, and he knew he’d regret staying up this late come morning. But right now, it seemed worth it. With a low groan, he opened his eyes, squinting at the bright screen. The notification was unreadable with the phone locked.

Panting, Levi threw his head back against the armrest, eyes falling shut again not even a second later as he tightened his grip on the mop of silky brown hair in his hand. He tugged at the strands, eliciting a deep vibrating moan from the mouth wrapped around his dick.  

“You got a message,” he breathed out, inhaling sharply as the lips around his cock slid further down on his length, a tongue teasing the prominent vein on its underside. The brat was just too damn good at this, always knowing exactly what move would drag out all of Levi’s remaining sanity, making him come embarrassingly fast, especially for his age. Involuntarily, his hips bucked up into the slick heat, desperate for more.

Sadly, the mouth disappeared, causing him to slowly open his eyes a second time, looking down at the man on his knees in front of him.

“Yeah, but I also got a dick to suck, so…” Eren smirked up at him with glassy and hungry eyes. His cheeks were burning red, lips swollen and wet, a trail of saliva running down his chin, and the top of his cream-colored silk blouse undone. He was a sight for the Gods for sure and Levi wanted to destroy that sweet little angel from top to bottom until his wings turned as dark as his own blasphemous desires.

Wetting his lips even more with a tongue that could corrupt every man’s good nature with a single swipe, Eren batted his long eyelashes at him, teal iris shining through the veil of black. The grin he was met with would have left Levi’s knees buckling if he wasn’t already sinking into the sofa right now. He had been condemned from the start. The second Eren had let himself into his home with his natural ease and grace – but also with the smirk of a bad, bad human being – Levi had known he wouldn’t get much sleep tonight, let alone enough rest to give a satisfying performance at tomorrow’s unholy early rehearsals. But he just couldn’t control himself around the beautiful young man who had been his Achilles’ heel since day one on the set of their joint movie.

Sometimes he wondered how fate had thrown them together... was it a reward or a punishment? But when Eren’s sultry voice filled the charged space between them, Levi stopped pondering and just saw himself as one lucky bastard.

“Wanna taste you some more…” Eren purred, his words promising as a warm hand replaced the spot where Eren’s mouth had worked Levi’s cock just moments before, stroking it languidly and thumbing at its slit, “can you read the message to me... daddy?”

Fuck. 

Oh, Eren knew exactly what that one filthy and simultaneously innocent word did to him.

Levi groaned again, louder now, and his fingers tugged at the loose strands of Eren’s hair. His chest heaved up and down as Eren’s other hand, not occupied with jerking him off, slowly wandered from his jeans-covered thigh up to his stomach, slipping under his shirt, splaying out on his heated and taut skin, feeling for his abs and scratching at the dark and fuzzy trail of hair. They locked eyes. Levi’s gaze might have been wrecked and needy, but Eren at his feet looked just as gone, eyes glinting with want. Without breaking their intense eye contact, Eren closed his lips around Levi’s length again and hollowed his cheeks. It was torture and heaven at once; Levi wanting to push into the delicious heat, but Eren stopped him in his movements, pressing his palm down on his abdomen.

That little minx.

Somehow Levi managed to reach for the phone, silver eyes blinking against the bright light, the hand in Eren’s hair held on for dear life as the warm and wet cavern swallowed him whole. With shaky fingers he entered Eren’s passcode and went to the messenger app, his dick twitching with every movement of Eren’s lips as he tried to concentrate on actually reading the newest notification.

And there it was, a text as sweet as cotton candy, happy and untainted. A harsh contrast to what was happening in Levi’s living room right now and it only fueled the desire coursing through his veins, settling in the pit of his stomach. Yes, Levi Ackerman was a sick and twisted man, getting turned on by reading the message from Eren’s date… by reading something so warm and soft when he was doing something so dirty and scandalous. His dick swelled even more, leaving Eren choking and taking deep breaths through flaring nostrils.

Reiner [11:23 PM]
Really enjoyed our dinner tonight! Looking forward to the next one ☺️

Locking eyes with Levi, Eren gazed at him expectantly. So Levi began with a rasp to his wavering voice, “Reiner –”, he stopped himself as another desperate groan slipped past his lips, “fuck baby you take me so well –” he praised as Eren swallowed him to the hilt before he tried to get a hold on himself and continued, “e-enjoyed your dinner, he – oh god, shit, fuck – w-wants – hah – t-to do it again…” He brought himself to say in between moans, the pleasure in his groin rising to new heights.  

“Mhhh…” Eren hummed around his length, sloppily bobbing his head up and down, here and there looking at him with teary eyes and Levi was one blink away from coming down his throat.

But just as he was about to reach the gates of heaven for good, the sucking stopped, and the mouth disappeared.

“Don’t think you’re allowed to come without your dick inside of me.” Eren warned from his spot on the rug and frowned at him, giving his cock a warning squeeze.

“Fuck, babe…” Levi sighed as he let his hand slip from Eren’s messed up hair to his flushed cheek, caressing it gently. “I really need to sleep though.”

The thing was, he was really fucking knackered, only back in town – back in the states – for nearly five hours and he could already feel the jetlag building up in his body. After years of traveling the world, you would expect that Levi was finally used to being in 10 different time zones throughout the week, but he really wasn’t, and the older he got the worse his body was coping with the sleep-deprivation. So he had somewhat hoped that Eren would give him a nice welcome-back-to-LA-blowjob and would leave everything else – the actual fucking – for the following days to come.

He couldn’t have been more wrong and gullible there if he’d tried.

Eren snorted. “What are you? Forty?” Letting go of Levi’s pulsating cock completely, he began unbuttoning his blouse with deft and quick fingers.

“Almost.” Levi replied dryly as he eyed Eren’s movements with interest.

“Well…” Eren began as he stood up and shimmied out of his black skinny jeans, “Unfortunately for you, I don’t care. So are you gonna fuck me or what?” He stared him down with a raised eyebrow, one hip cocked and a hand resting on his waist.

Taking a moment to look Eren over, Levi contemplated his decision. With an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes, he caved. “Fine.”

Because was there really another correct or possible answer to the demand when the brat was standing in front of him in his utterly breathtaking naked glory? Ridding himself of his own shirt, he licked his lips and swallowed as Eren began to stroke his hard and leaking cock. Everything about the man was just so indescribably tempting and beautiful. Even his dick was pretty. Like a fucking irresistible dessert presented to him on a silver platter.

“Got some lube?” Eren asked as he straddled his lap.

Naturally, Levi’s hands found their way around Eren’s waist and held him in place. “Upstairs.”

“Ugh,” Eren huffed and got up again. “You’re so lucky I’m a smart man.” he said as he searched the pockets of his trousers on the ground, “Here.” Throwing a small packet of lubricant at Levi, it hit him right in the face.

“You’re such a little shit sometimes…” Levi hissed at him and, nevertheless, got up from the couch too.

If Eren wanted to play dirty, he would get dirty.

Pushing down his own jeans and stepping out of them, he cupped Eren’s chin between his fingers and glared at him. Even though Eren was taller, Levi radiated such an intimidating aura that Eren started to whimper on the spot.

Yeah, that’s what I thought.  

He knew he was right where Eren wanted him to be. Eren wanted it rough and that was why he had riled him up to begin with. The wicked smile forming on Eren’s lips was the confirmation neither of them needed. Withdrawing his hand from his face, he let it come down on Eren's cheek with a loud smack.

“That what you want?” Levi growled with a deep timbre to his voice, eyes dark and disapproving. When Eren didn’t give him an answer right away, only letting his eyes flutter shut and exhaling shakily, a second slap followed to his heated face. “Answer the question, brat.”

“Yes.” Finally came the response he had wanted to hear. Eren’s eyes flew open, they were glassy, his pupils dilated. His entire body trembled with anticipation and Levi didn’t want to waste any more time, after all he was actually beginning to weigh which one of his needs was the more urgent one right now; the one to fuck the bratty man in front of him, or the one to leave said bratty man alone and to fall into his bed instead. 

But, like always, the first one triumphed over anything else.  

“Get on your hands and knees.” Levi ordered and watched as Eren complied with his command in mere seconds.

Resting on all fours on the soft green rug, Eren presented his ass to him like a gift ready to be unwrapped.

“Look at that…” Levi kneeled down behind him, “always so pretty and obedient for me…” he praised as he caressed Eren’s ass cheeks with the back of his hands. “Such a good boy.” He cooed before he leaned down and kissed the puckered pink hole.

“Mhh… only for you, daddy.” Eren whined and pushed his rear back, chasing the tender touch.

But the tenderness was gone as Levi straightened himself, taking a hold of his own cock and slapping it against the tight muscle a few times. His dick was standing proudly against his abdomen and ready to combust, the sight in front of him only adding to his desire to spill his load.

“You gonna take daddy’s cock as it is?” Levi asked as he let a finger rest on Eren’s entrance until he breached him just the slightest. The muscle gave in without much restraint, completely to his favor. At least Eren had come prepared. “Mhh, baby… you already got yourself ready for daddy’s cock?”

Eren nodded from his spot on the rug, whimpering as he felt the finger put even more pressure to the touch. “Ngh – y-yes.”

“Fuck.” Escaped Levi’s lips, completely entranced by a desperate Eren begging for his dick. “Okay, yeah – right…” He rambled as he let up from Eren’s ass to open the packet of lube. Drizzling it on his fingers and coating his rock-hard cock as much as he could, he aligned himself with the already prepped and waiting hole.

He pushed in slowly, still wanting to make sure that Eren could take his whole length without tearing. And the feeling of Eren sucking him in, the tight and warm heat, the knowledge that he was the one who dragged out those needy and high moans from the model, let Levi see stars. The muscle around his length clenched and unclenched as he fully bottomed out, sheathed by the miracle called Eren Yeager’s ass. He watched how his cock spread Eren’s entrance apart and how the rim turned puffier and more glistening with every new drag of his dick. The feeling of the tight walls around him almost made him sob. It was nearly impossible for him to look at anything else but at the ass that took his cock so well and wantonly.

As Eren’s moans grew louder and longer, Levi finally snapped out of his trance. He needed to capture this moment. It seemed so otherworldly right now.

“Where…” he panted heavily as he moved his hips back and forth, “where’s my phone?” He let his gaze wander around the room, his pants lying too far off to grab them.

“Why?” Eren asked between high-pitched and lewd whines and buried his nails into the rug.

“Wanna record how beautiful you are right now.” Slowing a bit, he leaned down and planted a quick, openmouthed kiss to Eren’s sweaty spine.

“U-use – nghh – mine.”

“What?”

“Just – ah – send it to yourself later.”

Reaching for Eren’s phone on the couch cushion next to him, Levi opened the back camera. The message of Eren’s date remained unanswered. As he started to languidly fuck into Eren to capture the true essence of their passionate doing, he rubbed his thumb around the pink and puffy rim, just right over the spot where his dick breached the loosened muscle. Why hadn’t he made more videos of Eren like this? This would give him so much amazing wank material for all the future lonely hotel room nights that came along with the fast-approaching world tour.

“Yeah… just like this…” Levi talked more to himself than to Eren, but got a reaction in return anyway.

“Daddyyy…” Eren drawled out the word as he moved himself back on Levi's cock, practically fucking himself on the entire length.

Now that Eren was doing the work, Levi was taking his time to get a full shot of Eren’s entire backside. He directed the camera lens directly at his contracting back muscles and shoulder blades. He could even spot the goosebumps on his skin through the screen and the beads of sweat that were collecting in the bow of his spine. The long strands of brown hair brushed against Eren’s lean shoulders, damp and tousled. What a pretty thing.

After a couple more minutes of Eren doing the work and edging both of them on rather than finishing them off, Levi tossed the phone to the side. Clutching Eren’s hips like a lifeline, he painted them with the imprints of his fingers. He took over again then.

Concentrating on holding his pace and rhythm, to get them to come so he could actually get at least four hours of sleep, he didn’t notice how Eren reached for the device next to him, thus causing them both to fall forward as his hand gave in under Levi’s hard thrusts.  

“What…” Levi furrowed his brows and tried to regain his posture as he got on one foot and angled his knee, making it easier for him to hold his stance if Eren was to lose his balance again. But he didn’t say anything else because his mouth fell open in disbelief. While he was continuously fucking into Eren on his elbows and knees, Eren was busy writing a text message to Reiner. Narrowing his eyes and leaning forward, Levi tried to read the words on the bright screen, his cock rubbing at Eren’s prostate and even though Eren gasped out in shock and pleasure, he tapped away his answer.

Eren [00:06 AM]
Yeah, I enjoyed it too 🥰
Take me out anytime you want 😘

“Unbelievable.” Levi muttered, removed one hand from Eren’s hips and whacked his ass cheek hard.

“Ow!” Eren yelped and flinched away from the harsh touch, but Levi pulled him back on his dick and gave one particular deep thrust as he aimed directly for that same bundle of nerves deep inside of Eren as he had done before. “Ah! Shit!” Eren screamed out and twitched in his hold. The phone fell out of his hand, landing on the carpet in front of him, the conversation on the screen still as bright and innocent as ever. But that text message wasn’t just a response to Eren's date. No, Eren knew all too well what it did to Levi.

And Levi, being a slave to his primal instincts and possessive nature, couldn’t help himself but fall into the set-up trap. “Don’t think you’re allowed to text another man while I’m fucking you, brat.” He growled out before he buried his hand in Eren’s hair and pulled at it roughly, yanking his head back.

“Sorry, daddy.” Eren whined as he pushed himself back on Levi’s cock and swirled his hips.

“Fucking slut,” Levi spat out and grabbed a handful of Eren’s ass, landing a second, even more violent slap to the roundness.

“Ah!” Eren screamed out, ending in a pathetic sob, “I’m sorry, daddy.” He hiccupped as he trembled under Levi’s abusive ministrations. “Daddy pleaseee…” He begged, not for Levi to stop but for him to be even more rough.

“First,” Levi grunted as he pounded even harder into him, “you stop me from sleeping and now,” another slap that even stung his own hand and left it flaming red, “you have the fucking audacity to text that sad man of a real estate agent?” He could feel his own climax building up as he talked himself more and more into rage. Eren’s lewd whines and moans only spurring him on as he pulled out all the way to slam into Eren with brutal force over and over. They both got off on this, he knew it, and he could feel it in the way Eren’s walls clenched around him involuntarily.

“Uh – fuck – yes!” Eren cried out and with one well aimed thrust of Levi’s cock against his prostate and one particularly harsh tug on his hair, he was releasing himself all over the carpet, spasming in the hold of the singer.

It only took Levi five more thrusts into the now drained and pliant body which had collapsed onto the soft rug until he reached his own orgasm, following Eren onto the cloud of pure bliss and satisfaction. Filling Eren’s hole with his load, he bit down on his shoulder blade to stifle a final and embarrassingly loud groan, letting himself fall on top of the brat who’s been keeping his libido thriving for months now.

*** ***

Four hours later, in the darkness of his bedroom, Levi’s alarm went off with a sound reminiscent of a siren. Soon enough a displeased and rather annoyed moan joined the jarring tune, as Eren, lying beside him, grabbed for one of the spare pillows on the bed and threw it over his head, trying to block out the nasty noise coming from Levi’s phone.

“Make it stop.” Eren’s muffled voice complained and even though Levi was just as annoyed by the sound as his bed neighbor, he was salty enough to wait for one whole minute to actually turn off the alarm with a fake yawn.

The clock read 5 AM and he considered just killing himself right then and there. This was all Eren’s fault. Stretching out his stiff limbs, Levi sat up and tried to find the motivation to drag himself to the band rehearsal for their upcoming tour. Switching on the light on his nightstand, a second groan left Eren’s form, even more irritated than the first one.

“Levi, please…” Eren complained from behind his pillow, “is it really necessary to turn on the light right now?”

“If you don’t shut up and go back to sleep, I’m gonna kick you out.” Levi muttered with his hoarse morning-voice, still not fully awake yet. 

“Ugh…” Was all he got in return as Eren removed the pillow from his face and turned onto his side, facing away from him. “You’re literally the worst.” He grumbled as he tugged the covers over his head and drew his legs up to his chest, resembling a cranky little blanket monster.

“Nah,” Levi negated as he finally swung his legs over the edge of the mattress and got out of bed, “that position’s already reserved for you.”  

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Entertainment Weekly: October 10, 2019

Attack on Titan: The duo taking Hollywood by storm – The exclusive interview with Humanity’s Greatest Hope and Humanity’s Strongest Soldier

With the cinema release of the highly anticipated historical drama, Attack on Titan, based on the novel of the same title by Hajime Isayama, we snagged an exclusive interview with the two hottest men in Hollywood right now: Eren Yeager and Levi Ackerman. We delved into their experiences shooting in the wilderness of Yosemite National Park for three months. Here’s what they had to say about their time in the woods.

Interviewer: Welcome, Levi and Eren! We were thrilled when we got the call that you two were willing to share some behind-the-scenes stories from the most highly anticipated movie of the year!

Levi (chuckles): Well, we’re glad to be here!

Eren (wiggles his brows at his co-star): Yeah, who wouldn’t want to get an exclusive interview with our favorite singer, L!

Levi: Shut it, Eren… this isn’t about my music or band.

Interviewer: Indeed, Levi’s right. We’re actually more interested in how you spent three months shooting in the depths of Yosemite National Park, cut off from civilization. How was that experience?

Levi (smirks): Oh boy… where to start? Should we get the humiliation over with now or wait a bit longer, Eren?

Eren: Don’t. You. Dare.

Interviewer: What’s happening right now?

Eren: Murder if Levi doesn’t keep his mouth shut.

Levi: So, where do I start?

Eren (buries his face in his hands): No!

Levi (laughs): Do you all know a thing or two about method acting?

Eren: Levi, I swear to God…

Levi: Hush, Eren… the people are gonna love this one!

Interviewer: I’m really intrigued right now!

Eren: Why would you side with him? He’s the worst.

Levi: Sorry, brat… but that spot’s already reserved for you.

Interviewer (laughs): I really like the dynamic going here.

Eren: Well, right now I don’t.

Interviewer: Anyway, as you were saying, Levi?

Levi (grins): Oh right. So the thing is… Eren was really persistent about not needing a trailer at all, because he was going to live in the woods in a tent for the whole shoot. The entire crew placed bets on how long he’d last, and some people were really pissed when they had to pay me back.

Interviewer: Oh, so your call was right?

Levi: Absolutely.

Interviewer: Well, tell us, Levi… how long did Eren last in his tent?

Levi: I got a knock on my trailer door the first night. There stood a desperate Eren, asking me for shelter from the “bad creatures” outside.

Interviewer (laughs): That’s priceless!

Eren (groans): Never living this one down.

Levi (smirks): Probably not.

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Entertainment Weekly (@EW)
Long nights in the forest? Dive into the exclusive interview with Humanity’s Greatest Hope @ErenYeager and Humanity’s Strongest Soldier @LOfficial. A special thanks to @forsterphotography for catching the essence of Attack on Titan in one single picture! bit.ly/3UymPfy
8:00 AM – October 10, 2019 – 5,7M Views

Eren Yeager updates (@EYupdates)
Attention! Entertainment Weekly’s interview with Eren and Levi is out! bit.ly/3UymPfy  #ErenYeager #LeviAckerman #AttackOnTitan #aot
8:01 AM – October 10, 2019 – 35,012 Views

daily leveren updates (@leveren4life)
LEVI AND EREN JUST KILLED US ALL WITH THIS COVER SHOOT! HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT! #Leveren #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager #aot #aotTheMovie
8:22 AM – October 10, 2019 – 30,557 Views

certified Aaron simp (@jqln666)
Eren kneeling in front of Levi in his uniform surely wasn’t on my 2019-bingo card… until now… #EntertainmentWeekly #ErenYeager #LeviAckerman #AttackOnTitan
10:15 AM – October 10, 2019 – 13,936 Views

Jannik Reid ✌️ (@yxxxkrxxd)
Is it possible to get impregnated by a photo of two men in uniforms? I’m male and straight btw. #LeviAckerman #ErernYeager #aot
10:49 AM – October 10, 2019 – 22,224 Views

it’s freeDOM (@DaddyLewin69)
@forsterphotography thank you for your service 🫡 #ErenYeager #LeviAckerman
10:53 AM – October 10, 2019 – 17,538 Views 

🗝️Scout of the Survey Corps🪽 (@KrugerAaronnn)
imma frame that photo & make a shrine for it #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager #EnterntainmentWeekly
11:00 AM – October 19, 2019 – 40,011 Views

aot fanboy (@2kiwikiwi2)
ok we’ve all seen the cover but have y’all read the interview????? coz did eren really sleep in levi’s trailer???? #EntertainmentWeekly #ErenYeager #LeviAckerman #Leveren
11:03 AM – October 10, 2019 – 12,456 Views

Freedom fighter ⚔️ (@WallSina)
🎶two bros… sleeping in a trailer… five feet apart ‘cause they’re not ✨gay✨🎶 #AttackOnTitan #ErenAndLevi #Leveren
11: 21 AM – October 19, 2019 – 14,002 Views

Joe | 🏳️🌈 (@smolljoey)
I rlly wanna know what L did 2 E that night 🤤 #2FingersIsAllINeed #LeviAckerman #daddyL #NoName #ErenYeager
11: 30 AM – October 19, 2019 – 24,787 Views

-September 04, 2018-

Levi opened the door wearing only his joggers and reading glasses, his expression unreadable as he took in the sight of a very frightened and muddy Eren. No, he wasn’t actually surprised to find him standing there, trembling, shame written all over his dirty face, and an awkward smile directed at him. He felt a mix of sympathy (not so much) and amusement, and it took all of his improved acting skills to hide the grin threatening to break out.  

“So?” He asked, eyeing Eren up and down. His gaze lingered on the leaves sticking to Eren’s messy bun and the brown dirt smeared across his forehead. His voice was flat but slightly faltering as he fought back a chuckle.  

“You were right…” Eren mumbled, his gaze lowered, obviously avoiding Levi’s eyes. “I’m scared.”

“And?”

Eren inhaled deeply, summoning the courage to speak. “And I was stupid… so can you please let me in?”

The plea was barely audible, but Levi was having the time of his life. His lip twitched in amusement, which he tried to conceal with a cough. He raised a brow when Eren finally met his eyes.

“Can you please let me in what?”

Eren’s eyes flashed with revulsion as he glared at Levi, his lips pressed together, his jaw grinding. The blue and green in his iris seemed to seethe with anger. For a quick second, Levi briefly considered provoking him even further, just to see if steam would actually come out of Eren’s ears. It was a tempting idea. However, soon enough, Eren’s expression changed into something else. His features relaxed, and the fakest smile Levi had ever seen spread across Eren’s lips.

“Can you please let me in, oh great Levi Ackerman, who told me from the start that I wasn’t built for the wilderness.” Eren said in a honeyed voice, batting his eyelashes.

Levi stepped aside with a pleased smirk. Hah, he thought, the idiot actually went along with it. Eren must be desperate to sleep in a warm, dry trailer.

“Make yourself at home…” He stepped aside, and Eren shoved past him, “I can’t wait – for fuck’s sake, Eren! Take off your dirty shoes first!”

“Alright, yeesh, chill.”

Levi frowned as he watched the muddy footprints Eren left behind on his way to the couch. “Why the fuck is there mud in your hair, on your face, and on your shirt anyway?”

“I slipped and… fell…” Eren explained, blushing as he took off his rubber boots.

“Running from the titans, huh?”

“Oh, fuck you.” Now Eren glared at him again.

“Alright, alright.” Levi held up his hands placatingly. “I had my fun. Just please take a shower so you don’t mess up the whole place.”

Eren only grumbled under his breath, clearly soured by his comment and in a bad mood thanks to the circumstances of his visit. Now, Levi actually felt a twinge of pity.

Taking in Eren's beaten form, he sighed. “I have an idea…why don’t you clean yourself up, and then I’ll eat you out – until your screams will wake up the titans in the woods, hm?”

Internally, he slapped himself for adding that last unnecessary comment, but he really couldn’t help himself there. It was too funny.  

“I really hate you right now.” Eren scowled, plucking some leaves out of his hair. 

“Understandable.”

“But I do want your mouth on my ass…”

“Mhh,” Levi hummed, already seeing where this was going, “then be a good boy for daddy and hurry up.” He gave Eren a light slap on the ass, nudging him toward the small bathroom before he made his way to his bed and lay down with a script for tomorrow’s scene in his hand. Making himself comfortable against the headrest on top of the comforter, he busied himself with some more dialogue. He was in the middle of reading aloud the scene in which he had to pose an ultimatum to Eren’s character Aaron, when the bathroom door opened and let in a thick cloud of warm, damp steam. Looking up from behind his glasses he was met with a naked Eren, skin rosy from the hot water, nipples perky due to the cooler air in the living space, and his shoulder long hair dripping wet.

Levi had never abandoned his work so fast before in his life.

*** ***

“OH GOD, LEVI!” Eren screamed 20 minutes later, his voice echoing through the cramped space of Levi’s trailer, definitely doing the singer’s previous comment justice. He might not have woken up any Titans, but he surely startled some of their co-stars.

Struggling to stay upright, Eren’s legs shook violently as he braced himself against the wall. His thighs framed Levi’s face as he rode himself on the man’s tongue with abandon. Levi had promised him ecstasy, and he delivered beyond expectation. Eren was a panting, sobbing mess, overwhelmed by pleasure so intense it felt transcendent. Wailing, he was about to vanish from this planet earth to ascend into the mighty gates of heaven. 

In these moments, nothing mattered but Levi – his touch, his presence, the tongue that ravished his ass like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. He always got lost in the moment of a higher form of pleasure he hadn’t felt with anyone else until Levi had walked onto the set in his slim black sunglasses, equally black jeans and t-shirt, coolness dripping off him into a lake of Eren’s personal steadily festering desire for him. And it was intoxicating – an addictive force – drugging him and leaving him yearning for more. Always more. He had Levi once, and never wanted to go without his touch again.

With skilled movements, Levi licked deeper as his fingers pressed into the taut flesh of Eren’s thighs, holding him in place, branding him with purple and blue marks of possession, and tugging him even closer against his hungry mouth. Eren’s hands slipped from the wall to the headboard, but the tremors wracking his body were too much. He collapsed backward, his back meeting Levi’s torso, his spine arching abnormally as Levi’s relentless tongue worked his hole, leaving him in pieces. It circled his entrance, soft lips nibbling at the rim, teeth scratching at the velvety flesh as obscene sounds of slurping and humming filled the air, each vibration sending shivers through Eren’s limbs.

Yes, Eren was a goner for the things Levi Ackerman – rockstar and heartthrob – did to him. For everything the man would offer to his body and soul. Starting with a quick peck to the lips behind the backs of their co-workers and ending with the filthiest, most toe-curling fucks of his life. A simple touch on his chin was enough to make him crawl, a look from those piercing silver eyes enough to make him submit. He’d done it quite a lot actually, willingly so, lusting for the next whip of a crop, the next command, the next touch, the next moment of ecstasy. And he loved the degradation just as much as he loved Levi’s reckless abandon to his needs and wishes. They were a perfect match, not made in heaven but in hell, lighting each other aflame and everyone else who happened to cross their spark.

And the spark was burning fiercely right now.

Pushing Eren off his face and sitting up, Levi gasped for air. His face was flushed, his breath coming in desperate gulps. Their eyes locked, and Eren saw the feral hunger in Levi’s gaze, mouth agape, saliva smeared all around his chin, tongue licking over his swollen bottom lip as he stared Eren down with a dangerous glint to his darkened eyes. A promise of even greater pleasure to come.

Levi's hands wrapped around Eren’s waist, supporting his ass with his upper arms before his mouth met the slick, puffy rim once more. Now it was Eren’s turn to choke on his own breath, high-pitched moans soon following as he became transfixed by the scene in front of him; how Levi was sitting there with Eren’s feet dangling off his shoulders as his face disappeared between Eren’s legs, the tar-black hair of his fringe brushing against Eren’s balls from time to time as his nose buried itself against Eren’s perineum, his tongue shoving itself into the warm and tight ass with a ruthless vehemence.

“Ah – nghhh!” His body convulsed and Eren mewled, tears brimming in the corners of eyes, his head tilted back and pushed into Levi’s crotch. The dick was hard and huge beneath his head, twitching against his scalp as Levi groaned and bucked his hips up into the touch, searching for friction. Eren was quick to get the hint, turning his face to the side so he could mouth at the pulsing cock hidden by a layer of Levi’s grey joggers that had already formed a wet spot. He buried his face into the bulge and took a deep whiff of the musky scent mixed with shower gel, extracting a groan from Levi.  

Senses on hyper-drive, Eren’s own cock was leaking steadily onto his stomach as he felt his orgasm just on the tip of his tongue. He only needed one little push into the right direction, and he knew he would come undone. Clenching around Levi’s tongue, he signaled his impending climax. Something long and hard suddenly pushed its way inside next to the wet muscle that got Eren trembling and whimpering, almost hiccupping in pleasure.

Levi’s finger entered him in almost slow-motion, Eren could count each second it took his brain to realize that he was about to come. And when the finger finally settled inside all the way, curling and pressing directly against his most sensitive spot, it was all over for him. Eren screamed at the top his lungs, his back arching, his body spasming and his own cum painting his chest and chin in white. His soul left him there for a second, he felt as if struck by lightning. Paralyzed, gasping for air and choking on his own spit as he forgot to swallow.

“Holy shit.” He whispered with a thin voice, hoarse and utterly spent.

Letting up from his ass, Levi spoke up from his place between his legs, low and teasing. “Do you still hate me, or should I go on?”

Fuck, that man would be the death of him, and Eren wouldn’t have it any other way.

The Daily Mail: November 05, 2019

Leaked video: Eren Yeager and Levi Ackerman’s steamy dance at Floch Forster’s Beach House Party! Watch the full video here!

A grainy, poorly recorded video has surfaced online, showing Attack on Titan stars Eren Yeager and Levi Ackerman dancing sensually together on the balcony of Floch Forster’s wild beach house party. Forster, is a mutual friend of the co-stars and a high-fashion photographer, already having shot them for Entertainment Weekly’s Attack on Titan cover story, and it seems they feel quite comfortable enough around their friend to pull off that kind of move in front of the entire ensemble.

Even though the shaky clip with the loud party atmosphere makes it hard to see details of what is going on between the singer and model, it’s obvious that Eren and Levi are lost in the moment. Levi’s hands rest on Eren’s as they sway together, their bodies pressed close, with Eren’s back against Levi’s chest. The model tilts his head back shortly before the clip comes to a halt, a smile on his lips as he leans into the older man’s touch. So, it’s safe to say that Leveren isn’t entirely out of the picture – or is it?

kaya 💖 (@Kaykayyy)
what the actual fuck is this? #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager #Leveren #aot #wtf
12:57 PM – November 5, 2019 – 23,845 Views

🍒Kitty Eren 🍑(@Xuui_Grgr)
Can I be like… squished between them? 🥺👉👈 #Leveren #LeviAndEren #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager
1:07 PM – November 5, 2019 – 31,595 Views

Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
This doesn’t have to mean anything 😒 #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager #ReirenIsReal
1:32 PM – November 5, 2019 – 28,999 Views
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LE 4 LIFE (@giups12)
@psssstmrtn listen here Jojo sucker… this means ASS TO MOUTH!!!! #ErenYeager #LeviAckerman #LeverenIsReal #Leveren
1:34 PM – November 5, 2019 – 20,056 Views
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Chris 💫 (@199chtmt7)
@giups12 THEY ARE FRIENDS! LEVIS LIKE A FATHER TO HIM!!!
1:40 PM – November 5, 2019 – 13,915 Views
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LEVEREN 😩 (@toasting_you)
@199chtmt7 more like daddy🥵 😈 but okay I guess #DaddyL #DaddyAckerman
1:41 PM – November 5, 2019 – 18,676 Views            
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Chris 💫 (@199chtmt7)
@toasting_you you guys are sick… that’s so disgusting
1:47 PM – November 5, 2019 – 7,098 Views
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captain Lewin (@aotcrack)
@199chtmt7 yeah I’d totally dance with my father the way Eren did too🤡 lmao the delulu right there 🤣
1:42 PM – November 5, 2019 – 10,784 Views
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Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
@aotcrack that’s so disrespectful to eren’s and reiner’s relationship…
1:45 PM – November 5, 2019 – 5,543 Views
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captain Lewin (@aotcrack)
@pssstmrtn maybe you should tell that to Eren and Levi 💅💅💅
1:46 PM – November 5, 2019 – 12,067 Views
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LE 4 LIFE (@giups12)
@aotcrack SHOTS FIRED 🔥🔥🔥
1:50 PM – November 5, 2019 – 4,634 Views
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LEVEREN 😩 (@toasting_you)
@aotcrack omg slayYAYAYAY
1:51 PM – November 5, 2019 – 4,017 Views

✨ackerman bbygirl✨ (@itishugoshmugo)
LMFAO Eren’s getting L’s D for suuuuure HAHHAHAHAH #NoName #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager #Leveren
2:37 PM – November 5, 2019 – 39,889 Views

armiiiin 🌻 (@sunshine_alex)
I think Eren and Armin would make a much greater couple than Eren and Levi or Eren and Reiner tbh 🤗#Eremin #Leveren #Reiren
2:49 PM – November 5, 2019 – 18,450 Views
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captain Lewin (@aotcrack)
@sunshine_alex No.
2:55 PM – November 5, 2019 – 8,222 Views
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LE 4 LIFE (@giups12)
@sunshine_alex No.
2:58 PM – November 5, 2019 – 7,898 Views
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LEVEREN 😩 (@toasting_you)
@sunshine_alex No.
3:00 PM – November 5, 2019 – 6,913
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Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
@sunshine_alex Absolutely not.
3:07 PM – November 5, 2019 – 5,413 Views

-November 06, 2019-

Reiner swallowed hard and closed the tab on his iPad. He knew he shouldn’t read those articles and he definitely shouldn’t feel his stomach churning like it did, signaling that the video he had just watched didn’t sit right with him. From his spot on the couch, he glanced at the man he’d been dating for three months now. They hadn’t talked about labels yet, but Reiner could easily picture himself in a more serious relationship with the brunet model, beyond their current casual dating and dining.

Eren was lovely and endearing. His smile could light up a room and melt the coldest of hearts, leaving everyone pining with one single look of his enchanting ocean teal eyes. Even Reiner felt the need to pine over the man he had kissed so tenderly just minutes ago. He was head over heels for Eren Yeager, which only made him feel more queasy after watching the trending video of Eren and his co-star – not to mention one of Reiner’s all-time favorite singers – Levi Ackerman.

He sat on his couch, with a wine glass in one hand and his tablet in the other, anxiety bubbling in his gut and filling him up with more doubt with every passing second. But the video didn’t mean anything, right? At least it shouldn’t. Not with Eren’s feet sprawled out on his lap, absentmindedly rubbing his belly in a comfortable and soothing manner. Not with Eren smiling at his own phone like the most endearing soul in the whole wide universe, seemingly oblivious to Reiner’s internal turmoil of nasty, yet unconfirmed, scenarios.

God, he adored this man, he really did.

And with his feelings only growing for the Prada-Ambassador, and his heart on the line, Reiner decided to address his concerns. Driven by the fear of losing the light to his boring little life of real estate and Sunday’s brunch, he cleared his throat, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “I just saw the pic of you and Levi’s shooting again… I really like how it turned out, babe. It shows the darker side of your characters.”

That’s how he had stumbled upon the video in the first place. Because his entire Instagram and Twitter feed were flooded with posts about Eren’s and Levi’s cover shoot for Entertainment Weekly… again. Not that he hadn’t enjoyed the photo himself – seeing his not-yet-but-hopefully-soon-to-be-boyfriend on his knees in a roughed up military uniform and a dog tag, hands clasped behind his back, and No Name frontman Levi Ackerman standing behind him in his utterly intimidating posture with a serious frown, in a neat and formal perfectly fitting uniform himself – they looked absolutely fabulous. Drool-worthy, even. Of course they did. After all, Eren was a professional high-end fashion model and Levi, every girl’s wet dream since 2005. However, the photo also stirred doubts about the parameters of the co-stars’ relationship, especially after watching the clip of Floch Forster’s party he hadn’t attended due to exhaustion. Right now, he wanted to punch himself for always preferring the laid-back lifestyle over parties.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Eren’s lovely voice. “Oh, thanks honey.” Eren said, eyes still fixed on his screen, finger resting between his lips.

“Floch’s the photographer, right?” Reiner dared to ask, a film of sweat was already forming on his forehead.

Why was it feeling so wrong to get the validation that his crush wasn’t cheating on him – was it cheating? – with a rockstar turned actor who looked like the Gods themselves had crafted him?

Eren though, wasn’t catching up on his nervousness. “Yeah, I worked with him on a few projects already. He’s hella talented.” Now Eren looked at him, gracing him with a fond smile.

Reiner melted again. Damn it.

“I can see that.” He smiled back, though it felt somewhat forced even to himself. “So… I’m just asking because – it’s probably stupid and nothing, really – but I stumbled upon this article about the…” God, he felt like an absolute idiot right now, “the party where… Levi and you danced…”

“And?” Eren’s attention was back on his phone.

“It was Floch’s party?”

“Yeah.”

“So…” Taking a sip from his wine glass, Reiner finally voiced the question that had been burning on his tongue for minutes now. “How did you and Levi end up dancing like…you know… this?”

Looking at Eren expectantly, he dreaded his answer. He took another sip from the glass to calm his nerves and racing heart.

“Oh,” Eren shrugged blithely, “everyone was teasing us about all the dumb rumors concerning our alleged fling… and we were so done with it that we just went along with it, you know… and teased them right back. You should have seen their faces.” A cute giggle escaped his lips as he tucked one of his feet under Reiner’s shirt, poking him in the belly button.  

Fuck, Eren was simply too good for him. And he was a total fool for doubting his loyalty in the first place.

“Oh,” Reiner let out a long, relieved breath, “that makes sense… sorry I shouldn’t have assumed –”

“No, babe. It’s fine. I get it, it probably looked kinda wrong, especially with how the tabloids are spinning it.” Eren rolled his eyes and scoffed, “These magazines are just so damn ridiculous.”

“Yeah,” Reiner chuckled awkwardly, “they are… they called me a womanizer…”

That description still didn’t sit right with him. Just because he was out and about with his best friend Annie and then a few days later with his good friend Pieck. Oh – the realization hit him then – Eren probably had it even worse. Now, he felt guilty as hell for mistrusting him. Eren couldn’t even enjoy a good time with his friends and co-workers without everyone assuming the worst, including Reiner himself.

“See? Just stupid stuff. Though I get the idea of you pulling a lot of ladies.” Poking him into his bellybutton again, Eren winked at him.

“You do?” Reiner shot him a surprised look.

“Yeah, totally. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have pulled me.”

-November 03, 2019-

Eren was drunk – not too drunk to lose his balance but drunk enough to giggle at literally anything Jean was saying about his backstage mishap at Jimmy Fellon’s with Historia Reiss. So far, he had been having a blast. All his favorite people were gathered to celebrate Floch’s newest Vogue cover shoot of Jean’s wife Mikasa, and it had turned out beautifully. The drinks were flowing perpetually – one frozen strawberry margarita and brain freeze after another – and the conversations about the fashion industry and its latest gossip kept rolling, only being topped by even juicier gossip from the movie and music industry.

Fuck, he loved Hollywood. He loved it for all its ups and downs, for the tabloids, the people, the drugs, sex, and fame. And he had come to love the city of (fallen) angels even more when his path had crossed with Levi’s. Scanning the balcony full of people, Eren searched for the singer but couldn’t spot him, so he resumed sipping his nearly empty drink, trying to refocus on Jean’s ongoing story.

“…and that’s how I walked in on Historia getting her pussy eaten by none other than fucking Ymir.”

“That’s hot.” Eren grinned and started laughing as Jean grimaced, probably reliving the unpleasant incident.

“God, Eren, that was one of the most embarrassing and awkward moments of my life.” The actor groaned and shuddered.  

“Even worse than Meta-Gala-Gate?”

“Shut up!” Jean hissed, his ears turning a nice shade of red.

All Eren could do was laugh some more while his friend muttered something like “you’re such an asshole sometimes”and downed the last bit of his Vodka Soda. With his cheeks flushed and a satisfied grin on his lips, Eren flinched and squeaked ungracefully as an unfamiliar hand grabbed a handful of his ass and squeezed hard.

Jean, seeing who was standing behind him, started to grin. “Oh, hi Levi.”

Immediately, Eren relaxed and leaned into the touch, as an arm snuck around his waist from behind. Soon enough a playful bite to his shoulder blade followed.

“Jean.” Levi greeted, hand still resting on Eren’s ass and palming it completely inappropriately.

Eren had a hard time trying to keep his eyes open at the delicious body contact. Wiggling in Levi’s hold, he sipped his thawed cocktail.

Clearly bothered by the sudden PDA, Jean scrunched his nose. “Right… I’ll go and find my wife now. See ya Montana, bye Levi.” He waved as he headed inside, leaving the model and the singer on the balcony amidst a bunch of tipsy party guests who were either chatting or dancing.

Rubbing small circles into Eren’s waist with his thumb, Levi kissed Eren’s neck before he whispered into his ear. “I just talked to Floch about our cover shoot again… love the way you’re kneeling in front of me in the picture… especially in that tight-fitting uniform, my obedient little soldier.” His voice was low and sinister, clearly turned on. Pulling Eren closer, he pushed his crotch against Eren’s ass.  

“Hmm…” Eren leaned his head on Levi's shoulder, turning his face so his lips brushed the shell of his ear, “you know I always follow your orders, Captain.” Inhaling deeply, he took in the scent of Levi’s cologne. He smelled like confidence, fresh and warm, like a summer walk through a flower field, dangerous like a motorcycle ride, and safe like a comforting hug after a long day. He smelled like Eren’s personal opioid.

He was Eren’s personal opioid, and with the alcohol buzzing through his system, Eren felt himself becoming dizzy.

Levi chuckled darkly and placed a soft kiss on Eren’s temple. “So if I told you to lick my boot, you would?”

The hand on Eren’s waist wandered to the middle of his stomach, holding him close as they swayed together to the beat of Superstar by Majid Jordan.

“Depends…” Eren nearly moaned as Levi’s half-hard cock rubbed against his ass.

“On what?”

Smiling wickedly, he ground back. “Can I lick your dick too?”

The singer inhaled sharply, pulling Eren flush against his body. “Oh baby, you can lick it as much as you want, you already know that.”

Yeah, Eren did. And he was horny, thanks to Levi’s hands on his stomach and ass, and thanks to the erection poking him in the butt. He hadn’t been dicked down in over two weeks now (by Levi) and slowly but surely, he was suffering from some serious Ackerman cock withdrawal. 

“Can I do it now?” He asked, already picturing himself on his knees in front of Levi in one of Floch’s upstairs bathrooms.

But Levi, more sensible to their surroundings, knew that fucking in a house full of people wasn’t a smart move. “Not sure how we’ll pull that one off, love.”

"Yeah," Eren sighed. “You’re probably right.”

“I’ll head out now,” Levi gave his ass one final squeeze and gave a small kiss to his temple before he put some distance between them, “Gotta catch the flight to Madrid.”

And oh, was it already this late in the year? Eren tried to stop himself from pouting, though his voice was filled with disappointment.

“Right, tour’s starting in a week?” Because that meant he wouldn’t see Levi for a long time. Why was the man a rockstar again? And why had he decided to write yet another album and start another sold-out world tour? For a second, Eren considered giving Levi a piece of his mind on how selfish it was to leave him like this – horny and without a fixed date for their next escapade. But he was better than this and mature enough to handle the situation like an adult. Well, at least right now. At home, he would probably shed a tear for the months of kinky-sex abstinence that were yet to come.  

Turning around they looked at each other. Eren took in the sight of the No Name frontman: half-buttoned black and white Hawaiian shirt, a pair of black Ray-Bans pushing his fringe back, and his silver eyes fixed on Eren’s mouth before he met his gaze again. He looked effortlessly handsome as always.

“Yeah… you’re still coming to our show in London?” Levi asked, his voice soft and hopeful now. It seemed to be just as hard to say goodbye for him as it was for Eren.  

Eren gave him a final smile. “I wouldn’t miss it for a thing.”

The SUN: November 29, 2019

Confirmed: Eren Yeager and Reiner Braun are officially a couple! 

Eren Yeager just took to Instagram to share the exciting news about his new relationship with luxury real estate agent Reiner Braun. The heartwarming story features a photo of their intertwined hands, accompanied by the caption: “really lucky I got myself such a cutie here 🥺💕”. In the photo, Braun is seen smiling at the camera during their lunch date.

Check out the adorable Instagram post here and prepare for some serious cuteness overload!

Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
This one goes to all the haters and doubters 🤪🖕🖕😘 bit.ly/99TxnPiy #Reiren #ReirenIsReal #ErenYeager #ReinerBraun #LeviAckerman #FckLeveren
5:21 PM – November 29, 2019 – 16,103 Views

ma boi Aaron (@guiltyshipper1)
I love how Eren got himself a cutie for the day and a daddy for the night #LeverenIsReal
5:37 PM – November 29, 2019 – 13,778 Views
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captain Lewin (@aotcrack)
@guiltyshipper1 a role model indeed 🙌 #Leveren #DaddyL
5:40 PM – November 29, 2019 – 10,109 Views
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bibi 🌿🌱 (@naoya_7)
@guiltyshipper1 we love that for him ✨
7:13 PM – November 29, 2019 – 2,644 Views

-December 07, 2019-

Eren [2:22 AM]
(Image attached)
thinkin bout ur dick 🥺🍆

Eren [2:30 AM]
I miss it a lot
daddy
(Image attached)

Levi [8:03 AM]
Fuck, baby.
That’s the best morning I’ve had in days.
You look so fucking gorgeous.
I wish I could fuck you right now.

Eren [8:13 AM]
😘😘😘
came 2 times thinkin bout u

Levi [8:14 AM]
(Image attached)
I bet you did.
Such a good boy.
Can’t wait for you to get to London.

Eren [8:17 AM]
Me 2 😩

Levi [8:25]
(Image attached)
You made me finish so fast.
I love your ass so much.

Eren [8:30 AM]
I always do 😘 

Eren [8:41 AM]
can reiner come 2 ur show?
he’ll be in london 2 😬
just found out
oops

Eren [8:47 AM]
he loves ur music

Levi [9:04 AM]
Okay.
Do you want to bring some more friends?

Eren [10:56 AM]
I think armin mentioned he gonna make it to ur gig

Levi [11:10 AM]
Why are you still awake?
And sure, haven’t seen him since September.
Would be nice to get an update on his life.

Eren [11:12 AM]
jeans havin a party
talked 2 reiner about me headin 2 london for the wknd
hes getting the car rn
nice Ill talk 2 armin about it then

Levi [11:13 AM]
👍

Eren [11:15 AM]
reiner and I…
r official btw

Levi [11:25 AM]
I guess that means jokes about your favorite position are off the table for conversation then?

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-December 10, 2019-

The corridors seemed endless as they walked for fifteen minutes straight without reaching their VIP box for the evening. Not that Reiner was familiar with the backstage spaces of concert venues or anything. He had lost track after the third turn and the next numbered door, now relying entirely on the security guard to lead them the right way. The thought of being abandoned and left to die surrounded by nothing but thick walls of concrete and the brightest, ugliest white neon lights crossed his mind for a second there. Yes, he would have gotten lost right away, never to be found again.

Although Reiner was a nervous wreck – his disorientation only adding to his anxiety – Eren seemed unfazed. His boyfriend walked beside him with a cup of beer in hand, a backstage pass dangling from his neck with the caption ‘Category A – VIP, Eren Yeager’ and a mugshot of his face on it. Eren had a small smile on his lips, occasionally chatting with the guard – Chris was his name? – and rubbing calming circles on the back of Reiner’s hand with his thumb.

Eren looked as stunning as ever, rocking an outfit involving a pair of tight-fitted lip-stick red leather trousers, black Loafers and a figure-hugging cropped black No Name top that showed off his neatly trimmed V-Line. Honestly, he looked like the spitting image of a groupie, ready to get pounced by his idol. But then again, it probably was an appropriate outfit for a rock-concert, Reiner figured. Yet, it left him feeling a bit out of place in his business attire: a white dress shirt and dark grey slacks.

In short, Eren was dressed like he wanted to get fucked and Reiner was dressed like he wanted to rebuke him for it.

Even though jealousy and a tiny hint of doubt still simmered inside of him – deep down where he could stir the misplaced feelings just enough to stop them from boiling over – he was better at coping with them now. The warm hand laced with his own and the huge hickey on his chest hidden by his far-too-formal shirt were enough reassurance for him to actually enjoy the show and meet the man of his self-conscious thoughts. Additionally, Eren’s good friendship with Levi Ackerman had brought the opportunity to attend a No Name concert in the first place, calming down the green monster hiding in Reiner’s heart.

Giddy and overly excited not only for getting a free ticket to one of his idol’s shows, but for getting the whole backstage package too, Reiner couldn’t hold back a grin. It really paid off here – to be the boyfriend of one of L’s friends. And it made it so much easier to just forget anything concerning the alleged fling between Eren and Levi and forgive them for dancing all handsy at Floch Forster’s party back in November. After all, Eren hadn’t thought twice about asking the singer if it was okay for Reiner to come to his show in London too. And Levi had agreed immediately. Perhaps, Eren’s former co-star was even looking forward to meeting him. Knowing both men were fine with him tagging along definitely took off some of the edge.  

He glanced at his other side, where Armin was walking with his phone to his ear, talking to his manager. Reiner hadn’t known him for long, but he already was quite fond of him. Always radiating nothing but calmness and gentleness, it was almost impossible to dislike the actor. And he had outdone himself with his performance as Alex Ahorn in the Attack on Titan movie.

Squeezing Eren’s hand with his own, they went on through the maze of hallways leading deep into the heart of London’s O2 Arena. Reiner still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he was so close to meeting the No Name members and that he was actually backstage – BACKSTAGE – at one of the most popular concert venues in the world. Eren mentioning that the band would play the even bigger Wembley Stadium in September as a special thanks to the British fanbase didn’t ease his excitement at all.

Coming to a halt in front of a huge double door labeled “Catering”, the security guard turned to face the trio. “We’ll make a quick stop to pick up H’s husband. He’ll join you in the lodge.”

Eren’s eyes lit up at that. “Moblit’s here?” He asked, teal irises sparkling with excitement.  

“Yes, he’s been with the band for a week now.” The guard confirmed.

“Aww,” Eren fawned, his voice warm with genuine affection. “That’s so sweet. I’m sure Hange appreciates him tagging along.”

The guard nodded with a small smile. “They sure do.”

Reiner couldn’t help himself but raise an eyebrow. “H’s married?” He asked in surprise. Despite all the magazines he had devoured about the shenanigans of the No Name band members, he had never once read an article mentioning H being in a relationship – let alone married.

“Yes,” Eren replied with a smile, “they’ve been for six years now.”

Six years? Had the whole world been living under a rock for all this time? Reiner thought, amazed at how well the band had managed to keep their private lives under wraps.

“Oh, wow… didn’t know that.” He admitted impressed.  

“Well, the whole band is pretty private, if you haven’t figured that out yet.” Eren chuckled.

And right, that was a fact out there he was familiar with. After all, except for Levi, the whole band still hadn’t revealed their identities – including their names and faces – to the public. Even Levi had only done so because of his acting debut; everything else about the man remained a mystery to this day. Reiner understood why. Being in the spotlight was exhausting, as Eren often told him. And with No Name being such a huge name in the music industry for over ten years now, privacy was the one thing the band members truly valued. That was also the reason why Reiner had to sign an NDA when they had entered the arena.

Knocking at the door, the guard opened it for them to step in. They were greeted with a spacious room, hung with black curtains covering the white brick walls, and two rows of buffet tables standing on either side of the makeshift cantina. The room was almost empty, with only two people sitting on one of the black leather sofas, chatting happily over two portions of fries. As Reiner recognized the brunette ponytail of H, the drummer of the band, he almost fainted on the spot. This took him back to his teenage self, twelve years ago, when a full-body shot of H with their bandaged face had adorned his bedroom wall. Now, here he was, standing and breathing in the same air as his idol. He wasn’t okay.

He was, in fact, on the verge of collapsing when H looked up from their spot on the couch, and directly at Eren, Armin, and himself. They were beautiful, thin glasses framing their coffee brown eyes, chestnut curtain bangs complementing long facial features, a jawline to die for, high cheek bones and a nose… God, Reiner was questioning himself. Was he actually still thirsting for the rockstar the same he had done when he was fifteen?

Apparently, yes. H took his breath away, and his lungs surrendered all the more, when the drummer jumped up from their spot with a loud squeal, pushing the fries into the hand of the brunet man beside them – supposedly their husband – and running directly up to Eren.

“Oh my God! Eren, honey!” H exclaimed like they were the one needing to fangirl, ignoring Reiner and Armin completely, as they pulled Eren into a bone-crushing hug. “Look at you! I haven’t seen you in ages!” They peppered Eren’s face with dozen tiny kisses, making Eren giggle and let go of Reiner’s hand to shield his face. “I was so thrilled to get the news from Levi that you were going to make it today! We all missed you like crazy!”

And oh, Eren was good with the other band members too? Reiner hadn’t suspected, but then again, Eren was basically friends with every single person in this whole wide world. Always so sociable and, of course, one of the biggest charmers out there. Sometimes, Reiner wished he had just half of the charisma his boyfriend exuded.

Still giggling, Eren hugged H back just as hard. “I missed you too, Hange.” He planted a soft kiss on H’s cheek.

Smiling at each other for a second longer, Hange finally turned their attention to the second actor in the room. “Look at that! Armin’s here too!” They let go of Eren to wrap Armin into their arms instead, startling him since he was still talking on the phone.

“H-hi, Hange.” Armin patted them on the back with a small smile, clearly overtaxed by the situation due to his ongoing conversation. “Nice to see you again.”

“Aww,” they cooed and pinched his cheek, making him blush as he whispered something into his phone. “Still the sweetest guy I know.” Getting some distance between them Hange finally looked at Reiner, somewhat confused but friendly nonetheless. “And who’s this handsome stranger here?”

Oh my… H’s is looking at me and calling me handsome. I’m going to die! 

Reiner couldn’t find his voice, let alone suitable words. Gaping like a fish stranded on fanboy beach, he stared at the musician with an almost panicked expression. Thankfully, Eren was there to save the day and prevent a total breakdown on Reiner’s side – and, moreover, his further embarrassment.

“That, Hange…” Eren wrapped an arm around his frozen shoulder and pulled him close, providing the support his wobbling legs so desperately needed. “… Is my lovely boyfriend, Reiner.” The model said with a proud and soft tone as he introduced him.

“Your…” Hange eyed Reiner up and down, the confused expression on their face only growing, “boyfriend.”

“Yes.”

The two friends stared at each other for a long moment until Hange finally broke the silence. “Oh! Right! Boyfriend! Of course!” They chuckled and gave Reiner an apologetic smile. “Shorty mentioned something about you bringing… someone along.” Still smiling, they extended their hand to greet him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Reiner. I hope you’ll enjoy the show.”

Snapping out of his daze, Reiner managed to shake Hange’s hand, his own sweaty as hell.

“It’s – it’s an honor to meet you, H. Really.” He stammered, trying to gather his coolness that had spilled on the floor as Eren’s reassuring hand squeezed his upper arm lightly. “I’m actually a huge No Name fan, have been since my early teen years.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet. Please, call me Hange,” they chirped, “I’m glad our music brings you as much joy as it brings us performing it!” Looking at their watch, Hange let out a long sigh. “I gotta go now, but we’ll catch up later, right guys?” Directing their attention back to the man still sitting on the couch with their fries, they added. “You’re going to take care of them, babe?”

“Sure thing, honey.” Hange’s husband replied with a tender smile and blew his partner a kiss.

“Perfect. Bye everyone!” Was the last thing they said as they made their way out, leaving the trio alone with Moblit and the security guard.  

In Touch Weekly: December 11, 2019

L had a few and got drunk on who?

One month into their new sold-out arena world tour, No Name surprised fans at London’s O2 Arena with an unexpected live debut. What fans thought would be the opening chords of the hit song Kiwi turned into something entirely different when L (Levi Ackerman), the band’s frontman, stopped the set to announce a special surprise. He revealed that they were going to play a new song he had recently written and felt ready to share with one of their loudest audiences yet.

The arena soon filled with the sound of drumsticks and heavy guitar, introducing an unfamiliar melody that left the audience stunned. Known for his provocative and controversial songwriting, Levi outdid himself with the lyrics of Medicine, pushing the boundaries of horniness to a new level. And if the spicy lyrics weren’t enough already, he ripped off his shirt and threw it into the crowd of hysteric fans.

The identity of the song’s muse remains a mystery, but it’s clear that Levi’s inspiration must be a new flame or love interest.

However, the fans weren’t the only ones clearly enjoying the new track. Some trending Tiktoks captured the reactions of all-too familiar faces in the VIP box, including former Attack on Titan co-stars Armin Arlert, Eren Yeager, and Eren’s new boyfriend, Reiner Braun. The lovebirds were as adorable as ever, with Eren snuggled in Reiner’s arms, swaying to the music. Meanwhile, Armin filmed Levi’s debut performance of Medicine, enthusiastically shouting along to the chorus despite not knowing the words yet.

With Eren Yeager officially off the market and happily involved with Reiner, it's safe to say the song isn’t about the model. So, the burning question remains: Who’s L’s medicine?

No Name L (@nopeandyeez)
What even are these lyrics? L’s kinda crazy for that one 😭 #NoName #NoNameTour2019 #LeviAckerman #NoNameL
04:35 AM – December 11, 2019 – 42,890 Views

holy shit levi 🥵(@NoPaaain)
I HAD A FEW GOT DRUNK ON YOU AND NOW I’M WASTED
10:07 AM – December 11, 2019 – 16,711 Views
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H’s bitch (@smhayyeleen33)
@NoPaaain AND WHEN I SLEEP I’M GONNA DREAM OF HOW YOU TASTED!!!!
10:10 AM – December 11, 2019 – 9,998 Views
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Noelle 🦋 (@Noe_Elle)
@smhayyeleen33🔥🔥🔥🙏🙏🙏
10:11 AM – December 11, 2019 – 9,004 Views

1 M stan (@5oohoo8)
YOU GOT THAT SOMETHING I GOT ME AN APPETITE NOW I CAN TASTE IT #Medicine #NoName #NoNameTour2019
10:29 AM – December 11, 2019 – 15,845 Views
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smoll bean L (@Ackerman_Army)
@5oohooo8 WE’RE GETTING DIZZY
10:30 AM – December 11, 2019 – 11,232 Views
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Eren’s husband (@ErenXLeviFan)
@Ackerman_Army OH WE’RE GETTING DIZZY
10:32 AM – December 11, 2019 – 10,700 Views
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M and E tho ☄️ (@LHMEbae)
@ErenXLeviFan LA LA LA LA LA 🎶
10:33 AM – December 11, 2019 – 7,885 Views

✨ackerman bbygirl✨ (@itishugoshmugo)
omg our bisexual king is slaying again. bless the man that is levi ackerman. #LeviAckerman #NoName #medicine
11:18 AM – December 11, 2019 – 36,916 Views

X 🌧️ girl (@ckrmn)
did L really just sing ‘the boys and the girls are in, I mess around with HIM and I’m okay with it’???? djdcksvnv #LeviAckerman #NoNameL #NoName #Medicine
1:33 PM – December 11, 2019 – 44,126 Views

communist unicorn 🦄 (@krlmrx69)
I’M DYING #NoName #LeviAckerman #NoNameL
1:38 PM – December 11, 2019 – 20,867 Views

tiny titan (@sususie6)
Is this song really about takin some medicine or about Eren riding Levi’s dick? #Leveren #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager #NoName #Medicine
1:50 PM – December 11, 2019 – 49,245 Views
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LE 4 LIFE (@giups12)
@sususie6 or about Levi eating Eren’s ass?
1:52 PM – December 11, 2019 – 14,255 Views
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LEVEREN 😩 (@toasting_you)
@giups12 probably both tbh
1:53 PM – December 11, 2019 – 12,363 Views
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Eren Ackerman (@keyandkravatt)
@toasting_you FACTS AHAHAHAH
1:59 PM – December 11, 2019 – 10,072 Views

none of ur business🥝💅 (@kiwigirlie)
WHEN I’M ALL OUT I’LL DREAM ABOUT THE WAY YOU RIDE IT #Medicine #NoName #LeviAckerman #NoNameL #NoNameH #NoNameE #NoNameM
2:22 PM – December 11, 2019 – 52,011 Views
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L + E = ❤️ (@leverenstan)
@kiwigirlie amen.
2:28 PM – December 11, 2019 – 19,118 Views

miau miau (@goodbutty)
When is the release???? @NoName I need this on Spotify! OR I’M GONNA THROW SOME FISTS! #Medicine #ReleaseMedicineNow #TakeMyMedicine #NoName
3:01 PM – December 11, 2019 – 50,754 Views

Smash Me Levi 😮💨 (@rrroonda)
I watched the video 10 times already and I’m still not over it #PleaseReleaseMedicine #NoName
3:34 PM – December 11, 2019 – 45,443 Views

here to take L’s medicine (@ughhhLevi)
I have a pretty good idea who L’s medicine is and I doubt Reiner’s going to like it… #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager #Medicine #NoName
3:40 PM – December 11, 2019 – 21,343 Views 

No Name Updates (@NNUpdates)
Medicine is now number 2 trending on twitter! #Medicine #NoName
5:12 PM -December 11, 2019 – 37,990 Views

-December 10, 2019-

Levi wasn’t in the best moods after exiting the stage to freshen up and take a shower. In fact, he was downright pissed. For an entire month he had been looking forward to getting his hands on Eren. The dirty messages and photos Eren sent on a daily basis just weren’t cutting it anymore, not containing the deep-seated hunger Levi felt for him. He craved Eren. He craved him like a man lost in the hottest desert craved water, and he was nearing his breaking point because he couldn’t touch his savior the way he wanted to. No, he had to endure his drought because Eren’s new boyfriend was accompanying Eren for the entire fucking weekend, leaving Levi seething in frustration, mainly the sexual one.

Was there even a chance for him to touch Eren at all? He wasn’t sure and the idea of meeting Reiner Braun after performing for two hours straight and watching him touch the object of all his desires right in front of him made Levi want to scream. God, he was on the brink of crawling up the wall or tearing the whole place down, perhaps knocking Reiner out with a fire extinguisher in the process just to finally fuck Eren into oblivion. But he knew Eren would never allow that, and besides, Levi had no right to claim Eren in the first place. Not that he wanted to… at least, not in the way the luxury real estate agent did. Levi wanted to wreck Eren, to leave him a trembling, sobbing mess, to fuck him sore and open, to fill him up with his cum, and then do it all over again. But he didn’t want the strings attached to his own or Eren’s heart.

So in some ways, he was glad Eren had found someone to live a more domestic lifestyle with. It suited the model. Eren deserved only the best. He deserved a man who would reach for the stars, just to make him smile. Levi wasn’t that guy. But he sure was perfect for everything else Eren might want. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to happen tonight. Instead, he walked into the green room in a fresh shirt and his grey sweatpants, bracing himself to meet the bulky cockblock in person.

While he was on his way into the room, he repeated to himself that he had to remain friendly. And that he should probably fake and show some interest in the things Reiner had to say. After all, the man was a fan, right?

He spotted the couple immediately. They stood in the middle of the room with Armin at their side and – deep breaths, Levi, in and out – already turning their heads in his direction as he approached. Levi’s eyes almost bulged, taking in Eren’s outfit and goddamn it, why was the universe so unfair today? What had he done to deserve Eren standing there like the snack he was? Except this snack wasn’t his to enjoy.

He had no chance to dwell on his self-pity because Eren was already walking toward him and seconds later, pulling him into a tight hug. Well, he surely hadn’t expected that move, but he returned it nonetheless. For a moment, he let himself enjoy the physical contact with the model, though it was far from the actual contact wanted to indulge in. Inhaling deeply, he took in Eren’s floral scent and barely contained a groan as his senses struggled to cope with being so close yet so far away from the one thing he wanted the most.  

However, Eren didn’t seem to reciprocate his feelings, only tightening his grip on him, nails sharply digging into Levi’s back and extracting a hiss of surprise mixed with slight pain out of him.

“I’m going to kill you after this.” Eren whispered sweetly into his ear before pulling back, only to place an arm around his shoulders to face Reiner and Armin with a bright smile.

Before Levi could even think of a reason for Eren’s threat, he already started to speak with a much more relaxed voice. “Babe, this is Levi. We became really good friends during filming, as you already know.”

Forcing a polite smile, Levi held his hand out to Eren’s boyfriend. “It’s my pleasure, Reiner.”

Fuck that guy was big, he observed. Which only fueled Levi’s annoyance with him and the entire situation.

The hulk shook his hand enthusiastically. “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person. I’ve always been a big fan of your music.”

At least he was a nervous mess, Levi thought as he examined Reiner’s appearance in front of him, suppressing a satisfied grin. What Levi didn’t have in height he surely made up for with his rock-star persona, and right now, he thanked himself for taking off his shirt mid-performance.

“Thanks man.” He said ever so charmingly and not able to resist the opportunity, sneaking a hand into the back pocket of Eren’s trousers. Because what was the brat going to do about it?

Exactly, nothing.

So he relished in the small flinch he elicited from Eren as he listened to Reiner’s speech about how great the whole experience was.

“…and thank you so much for the ticket. Your show was crazy. I loved the new song you played.”

Would he still love it the same, if he knew that Levi had written it about fucking his boyfriend? He wasn’t going to find out, he supposed.

“Glad you liked it.” Was what he settled for, instead of exposing his and Eren’s relationship.

“I did.” Reiner went on. “It’s so cool to have a boyfriend who’s friends with a member of one of my favorite bands. And obviously it’s nice to know Eren has such a good and sincere connection with someone from his former cast.”

Levi smirked slightly. “Well, it just clicked, didn’t it, Eren?”

Even though no one could see it, he knew that internally, Eren was planning his death sentence.

Not letting anything show, Eren giggled. “Yeah, Levi was like some sort of mentor to me back then. We stayed in contact even after wrapping.”

Well, and wasn’t that a nice way to put it? He certainly could contribute to the image of their friendship.

“Some would even say I took on a fatherly figure for our sweet little Eren here, isn’t that right, brat?” Levi joined in on the chuckle and squeezed Eren’s ass cheek hard, almost causing him to yelp.  

When he glanced at Armin, who stood slightly behind Reiner, he found the man eyeing him in a mix of shock and horror before he pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head in visible disapproval. But Armin should already know by now, that Levi was nothing but bold when it came down to it. 

“Aw, that’s adorable, really.” Reiner sighed with a fond smile directed at his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s lover.

And who was Levi when not taking a chance and making the whole situation even more uncomfortable for everyone but the real estate agent?

“Well…” He began as he palmed Eren’s ass, “after all, someone’s gotta keep our favorite boy in check.” 

Reiner laughed, totally oblivious to what was going on. “I guess that’s right.”

Still letting his hand rest inside of Eren’s back pocket, Levi shifted the conversation “So… are you two joining us for the after party?”

Face falling, Reiner grimaced and exhaled. “Oh, I’d love to, thanks for the invitation, but it’s so late already and I have things to sort out in the morning before heading out to my client. So, sadly, I’ll have to pass tonight. Eren’s staying, though.” He explained with an apologetic smile, sounding audibly disappointed with his own circumstances.

“Oh…” Levi gave it his all to sound as devastated as possible, “that’s a shame.” It really wasn’t. “I was looking forward to spending some more time with Eren’s better half.” No, he hadn’t.

“We’ll catch up when you’re back in LA.” Reiner offered. “When are you done touring?”

“Only twelve months to go.”

“Oh damn,” Reiner whistled in admiration, “I don’t know how I’d survive being on the road for that long.”

Yeah, without Eren’s daily content of nudes, Levi wouldn’t either.

“Let’s just say… I’m always glad to be back in LA for a week or two…” He peered at Eren from the corner of his eye, “catching up with some friends and family.”

“Yeah, I can only imagine.”

*** ***

Even though his bandmates were having a blast in Hange’s and Moblit’s hotel room with their friends and team, Levi had other things on his mind. After thirty minutes of watching Eren chat with Erwin and Mike about their new mansion in Miami, Levi couldn’t take it anymore. He had been practically staring him down with a gaze full of hunger and want, his whiskey forgotten in his hand, the ice cube fully melted into the amber liquor. He knew Eren was ignoring him on purpose, and to be fair, he kind of deserved the cold shoulder. But with all the pent-up sexual frustration and having Eren in the privacy of their London accommodation, he couldn’t resist the offered opportunity any longer.    

So when Eren leaned over on the sofa, unintentionally showing Levi a glimpse of the black lace thong peeking out of the top of his leather trousers – those goddamn leather trousers – Levi snapped. Like a branch breaking and falling to the ground, Levi fell for the growing erection in his grey sweats. Placing his drink on a random table, he walked right over to his bandmates and the model, bowing down and whispering into Eren’s ear, “If you don’t come with me to my room in the next three seconds something bad is going to happen.”

And he meant it.

Eren didn’t say anything to Erwin or Mike as the hairs on his neck stood straight; he simply got up and took Levi’s outstretched hand, letting him lead the way. As they excused themselves from the party, Levi adeptly ignored Armin’s scolding frown, winding an arm around Eren’s waist and squeezed his side.

The moment the door to Levi’s hotel suite was shut and locked, he pushed Eren against it and sealed their lips together in a passionate kiss. Eren wrapped his legs around his waist as Levi ground his crotch against him, groaning as he pushed his tongue into Eren’s mouth, tasting him for the first time in weeks. This… this is what heaven felt like, a sensation no line of coke ahead of a show could replicate. No, even the hardest drug couldn’t compare to the trip of consuming Eren Yeager. Soft lips, little whines, slick tongue, sweet taste, hot skin – nothing came remotely close.

Levi’s tongue slid against Eren’s, licking deeper, tangling them together. He groaned into Eren’s mouth just as Eren did into his, not entirely believing that he finally got the chance to do this. Two hours ago, he had been on the verge of wreaking havoc, dying from blue balls, and now, here he was, devouring Eren like he had wanted to for weeks.

Eren’s fingers buried themselves in his undercut, scratching his scalp and pressing their lips painfully close together. Spit was already oozing out from the corners of their mouths, trickling down the sides of their faces and leaving wet trails down to their throats, but they didn’t care. Levi tilted his head and clasped a hand around Eren’s jaw, holding him in place, nearly fucking his mouth with the ministrations of his tongue.

He was growing insanely hard in his sweatpants with every needy moan from Eren and every pull on his hair. So making out against the door just wasn’t enough anymore. Instead, he broke the kiss to bury his face in the junction of Eren’s throat and shoulder, dragging his teeth along the thin skin as his hand pushed up the tight cropped shirt with his face on it to play with one of Eren’s nipples.

“Nhh, Levi…” Eren moaned as he pinched the hardened nub, shivering when he moved up to the shell of his ear.

“I can’t believe I actually get the chance to fuck you.” Levi growled, sucking on Eren’s earlobe as he slid one arm under his bum for support before he ungraciously moved them to the bed. Falling over, Eren landed with his back on the comforter with Levi on top of him.

“I can’t believe you just sang a song dedicated to me riding your dick.” Eren returned as he removed his top and made grabby hands for Levi’s shirt, helping him undress too. As soon as Levi’s chest was bare, Eren licked his lips and eyed his defined torso.

And of course, the brat had to bring the lyrics up.

“For the record,” Levi said, unwrapping Eren’s legs from his hips, opening the fly of the red pants and starting to peel them off Eren’s smooth, tanned skin, “it was also dedicated to me eating you out.”

Despite Eren rolling his eyes at him, Levi couldn’t help himself but take in the beauty lying beneath him. The muscles of Eren’s toned stomach flexed as Levi dragged a fingernail down to the top of the lace panties which did a horrendous job concealing the already hard and leaking cock. Fuck, Eren hadn’t worn these in ages, and they looked so indescribably pretty on him. Levi’s mouth went dry as he stared unabashedly at the man who fixed him with a soured expression.

“Yeah, that makes it all the better, really.” Eren scoffed, arching his back into the touch of Levi’s hand.

Freeing Eren’s cock from the black lace, Levi watched it slap against Eren’s stomach. “So I take it that you didn’t like it then?” He asked casually, kneading Eren’s thighs before spreading them apart to reveal what he was really after. The thin string of the thong barely covered the gorgeous pink, puckered hole, and he almost whimpered at the sight.

“Well, not with my boyfriend standing next to me and vibing to it…” Eren complained, even as his dick twitched at the touch of Levi’s finger against his entrance. “Which brings me to – why didn’t you tell Hange about Reiner?”

When Levi continued to eye his ass instead of answering, Eren flicked his forehead.

“I did.” Levi stated flatly as he started to rub his thumb against the fabric right above Eren’s hole.

“Oh?” Eren narrowed his eyes at him, “And what were your words exactly?”

“That you’d bring an inconvenience.”

This clearly wasn’t the answer Eren wanted to hear. Levi figured so much when Eren drove his heel hard into his spine.

“Seriously?!” Eren’s voice was enraged. “You’re such an asshole sometimes!”

That Levi was. Actually, he was just a petty person in general and all the worse when someone took away his favorite toy. He grimaced shortly at the pain in his back but decided that this one hit was kind of justified, so he just rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, can I fuck you now?”

With a still somewhat pissed huff, Eren turned over on his stomach and wiggled his ass at him.  “Make it quick and good.” He eventually grumbled.

Hooking his fingers under the elastic of the string and pulling it down, leaving Eren completely naked and for him to admire, Levi chuckled darkly. “Oh babe, you know I’m not one to disappoint.” He wasted no time to part the soft flesh of Eren’s ass with his hands, ready to dive in head first. However, his undertaking was short-lived.

“Uh-huh… no rimming though.” Eren said, his tone matching the one of a mother refusing her naughty child a treat.

“What?” Levi asked dumbfounded, already leaning down to give Eren’s hole the first lick.

“No rimming.”

Levi stared at the ass in front of him in confusion. “But –”

“I said make it quick. No rimming.”

Now it was Levi’s time to be upset. Hands still resting on Eren’s ass, he lamented. “Oh, come on! I haven’t had a taste of your ass in weeks!” Because he wasn’t sure how long he was able to go on without eating Eren out. And Eren knew exactly how much Levi enjoyed devouring his hole. He had teased him often enough for it and Levi felt no shame in admitting that he was quite addicted to licking Eren until his own tongue was burning and his jaw aching. Yeah, maybe it was turning into an obsession – maybe it already was one.

“Well, and whose fault is it that I’m angry and not in the mood for it, hm?”

“Trust me,” Levi began, bending down some more so he could caress the crease of Eren’s ass with the tip of his nose, “I will get you in the mood for it.” Inhaling deeply, he almost moaned, his cock throbbing in his briefs and wetting them gradually. 

Eren flinched as felt the vibrations of Levi’s voice against his butt and hissed. “Levi, I mean it." He warned, "I swear to God if you dare to – oh motherfucker!” But it ended in a yelp as Levi all but ignored it just to plunge his tongue into his hole anyway. A pathetic whine was all Eren’s lips escaped next when Levi dipped his tongue in and out before circling it around his rim.

With a pleased smirk, Levi let up to look at a trembling Eren clutching the sheets in an iron grip. “As you were saying?” He asked, going straight back to work as he spread Eren’s cheeks even wider and pushed his tongue into the tight muscle again.

“I hate – nghh – you – ah!” Eren tried to sound pissed, he probably still was but the moans were Levi’s validation to continue.

“I beg to differ.” Levi mumbled against the rim and lapped at it some more. The sensation on his tongue was so good that his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head.  

Still the brat that he was, Eren went on, even though he was practically dry-humping the mattress and pushing his ass into Levi’s touch. “No – hah – you get on my – uh – last nerve – fuck.”

“Mhh,” Levi hummed, pleased with himself and kissed the shiny hole, rubbing his thumb over it and smearing his spit all around the clenching muscle, “let’s fry them up some more then, shall we?”

Eren could only moan in surrender and want. Giving it his all, Levi pulled Eren closer and buried his whole face between his cheeks, almost suffocating himself but not letting up. He could go on like this for hours and he would if it wasn’t for Eren demanding this to be a quick fuck. So Levi actually started to prep him too, adding his middle finger next to his tongue, which didn’t falter in eating Eren’s ass, stretching the tight ring of muscle. Eren’s walls clenched around the digit, sucking it in even deeper as high whines and whimpers escaped his lips.

“Fuck,” Levi sighed after slipping a second finger inside, languidly moving them in and out and watching them disappear down to his knuckles with fascination, “I just can’t get enough of your ass.”

“Please just dick me down already.” Eren half complained, half moaned.

Not complying with his demand, Levi spat directly onto the stretched muscle and inserted a third finger, scissoring all three to loosen Eren up even more. He swallowed hard as he watched his saliva run down to Eren’s perineum and balls, and he could clearly imagine his cum doing the same. Fuck, he wanted to paint Eren in his semen and smear it all over him. Sadly, a condom would have to do, he figured.

“The inconvenience really does a bad job at fucking you, huh?” He grinned all too pleased with his own statement, but soon began to frown when Eren shot back.

“At least he does. Not much fucking going on right now, is there?” Eren muttered through clenched teeth as he tried to get used to the stretch. In response, Levi crooked his fingers and pressed them directly down on his prostate. “Fuck! Warn a man!” Eren squealed and let out another loud moan as his legs shook from the relentless pressure of Levi’s fingers.

“You’re such a bitch sometimes.”

Eren didn’t return anything, only whimpering and choking out broken moans now, his head tilted to the side, his mouth hanging open, panting into the white linen. As breathtaking as the sight of Eren drooling on the covers was, Levi couldn’t help himself but shuffle around until he was able to kiss his way from the small of Eren’s back up to his neck. Lapping at the heated and sweaty skin between the long strands of hair, he was just about to bite down into Eren’s shoulder blade when Eren’s voice interrupted him. “No marks!”

Groaning in irritation, Levi removed his fingers from Eren’s hole. The brat really had some nerve. All Levi wanted to do was bruise him, leave the marks of his teeth on him like fresh tattoos, the same as he wanted to see the imprints of his hands engraved in the roundness of Eren’s ass. He wanted to mark him from the inside too, wanted to spill his load in Eren’s hole so that it would leak out of him and ruin that outrageous pair of leather pants. Yes, Levi wanted Eren to limp back to his hotel and show Reiner what had just happened to him. He wanted to see Reiner’s face fall at the realization that Eren loved Levi’s cock more than any other man’s. Because it was the truth. He knew it and so did Eren.

Staring at Eren’s bare backside, he ground his jaw as he made a decision.

“No marks… no fuck.” He said coldly.

Even though it pained Levi to not pound into the ass presented to him right now, he had to get Eren as frustrated and desperate as he was. And if that meant that he wouldn’t feel the brat’s walls clench and unclench around his dick, then so be it.

“Huh?” Now Eren craned his neck to look at him in confusion.

Standing up, Levi went to his suitcase and searched for the bottle of lube he had packed. “You heard that right, baby.”

“But Levi – hmpf –” Eren had no chance to whine about his decision for Levi shoved his head into the sheets, shutting him up and holding him down by his hair.

Leaning down, so his lips brushed Eren’s earlobe, he whispered with a deep voice, intimidation seeping into his every word. “You will come on my fingers or not at all. Got it?” He tightened his grip on the brown locks and yanked Eren’s head back just enough for him to speak. A surprised gasp left Eren’s lips as his eyes fell shut.

“I –” Levi pulled at his hair roughly, “ah fuck!” Eren yelped at the sudden sting shooting up his scalp. It was one of Levi’s favorite noises. The mixture of pleasure and pain always dragged out the most beautiful and needy sounds from Eren. It was such a divine melody, that Levi regularly toyed with the idea of recording and using them in a new song or two.

“Got it?” He repeated himself, his voice harsh.

“Yes.” Eren whimpered as the first tear slipped past his eyelid.

“Yes what?” Levi tugged at the strands some more.

When Eren’s glassy eyes opened, their gaze met. Silver iris, almost completely swallowed by the dark desire that bound the two men together, stared back at the watery color of the ocean. Levi felt feral in a way, still in his sweatpants, kneeling next to Eren, who looked so utterly wrecked in his vulnerable nakedness. Ready for him to destroy.

And then, with the softest whisper he had ever heard, innocent even, Eren obeyed. “Yes, daddy.”

Fuck and if that didn’t make Levi’s cock throb like hell, bordering on painful.

“Good boy.” He praised, loosening his grip on Eren’s hair to free his erection from the confines of his joggers and briefs. “Now you’re gonna ride daddy’s fingers and come fast and good… just like you wanted, yeah?” Lying back, Levi took his own dick in his hand, slowly stroking himself as he waited for Eren to move into action and straddle him.

“Okay.” Eren agreed almost in trance, his eyes fixed on Levi’s huge length pulsing in his hand and glistening with a film of precum. Swinging one leg over Levi’s hip, Eren sat down. His expression was pained, and Levi knew it was because his cock was rubbing against Eren’s tailbone, reminding him that he wouldn’t be filled tonight. But it was Eren’s own fault.

As Eren placed his hands on Levi’s chest for support, Levi reached for the lube, uncapping it and pouring a generous amount onto his fingers, coating them thoroughly. Positioning his fingers behind Eren, he took his own cock back in his hand and squeezed it before thumbing at the slit. It twitched in his hold and he let out a low moan. As tempting as fucking Eren was, he couldn’t wait to finish himself in another way, preferably all over Eren's unblemished golden skin.

“Go on, baby…” Levi encouraged Eren to sink down on his fingers, and he did. “Make yourself come nice and pretty.”

The warm and soft walls of Eren’s hole closed around his fingers and took them in, while Eren didn’t dare to avert his gaze from Levi’s eyes. They looked at each other with their chests heaving, Eren’s dick twitching and releasing droplets of precum that fell onto Levi’s stomach. Eren towered over him like a demon, here to possess Levi’s soul, like he had done a hundred times already. Swirling his hips, Eren moaned as he moved himself up and down on Levi's fingers, never once breaking eye contact even though his eyelids fluttered from time to time. And when he started to properly fuck himself with the fingers, Levi bucked up into his own fists.

Levi watched on as Eren got himself off with high-pitched moans and whines, his skin rosy, his dick twitching against his belly with a beautiful angry red tip, ready to burst. Sharp fingernails dug into Levi’s chest for support as Eren’s mouth opened in a silent scream, his walls squeezing down on his fingers as they rubbed vehemently at the bundle of nerves deep inside of him, telling Levi that he was close to finishing. Letting go of his own cock, Levi grabbed Eren by the neck and pulled him down to his lips, flicking his tongue across the open mouth before he nipped at his jaw.

“Do you want to come?” He asked in a hoarse voice and scraped his teeth across Eren’s chin, stopping himself just in time from giving Eren a hickey as he sucked on his skin.

“Mhh… yes, please.” Eren whimpered and turned his face to meet his lips again. Their tongues swirled around each other as they panted into each other’s mouth. Moving faster now, Eren gyrated his hips and tried to get Levi’s fingers as deep as possible, he stuttered and almost fell forward when they hit his prostate hard again. And Levi wanted to see him collapse and crumble.

“Come on then, come for daddy.” Levi encouraged him to let go, murmuring the words against his mouth as he took Eren’s bottom lip between his teeth.

With the next thrust of his fingers up into the tight and velvety heat, Eren did. He released himself all over Levi’s stomach and chest, painting his own hands and Levi’s with thick spurts of white, gasping out a broken cry against Levi’s lips. Eren’s fingers almost broke his skin with how strongly he was holding onto him as his hole spasmed with the force of his orgasm.

Levi only gave Eren a second to catch his breath, though, as he removed his fingers from his ass and encircled both of his wrists to push him off. Flipping them over, it was now Levi who straddled a totally fucked out Eren. With his knees on either side of Eren’s ribcage, he grinned and pulled at Eren’s bottom lip with a finger, hooking his thumb into the corner of his mouth. Looking at the beautiful man beneath him, he leaned down to give him a quick kiss on the nose before he straightened up to take a hold of his pulsating cock.

“Open up wide, baby.” He ordered as he examined Eren’s tear streaked cheeks and stroked himself faster. Eren’s jaw slackened, and his tongue fell out, his eyes glistening with anticipation and lust. His face was an empty canvas for Levi to paint and he was going to do so without thinking twice.

*** ***

When Eren finally stumbled into bed next to Reiner, his boyfriend pulled him close, spooning him from behind. He felt a soft kiss on his shoulder as Reiner buried his nose in his freshly washed, slightly damp hair. It had taken him twenty minutes to get the last remnants of Levi’s cum out of his strands and he was certain Levi had aimed badly on purpose.  

“Did you have fun with your friends?” Reiner mumbled sleepily against his back and Eren snuggled deeper into the warm and comfortable embrace.

“Yes, it was really nice to catch up with Hange, and of course, Levi too.” Eren replied with a yawn and kissed the back of Reiner’s hand that rested on his arm.

“Mmm…” Reiner agreed, pulling him even closer, “I’m glad you found someone to look up to in Levi. He seems like such a nice and cool guy, modest despite the fame. A role model indeed.”

And looking up to Levi, Eren did – a lot. Especially when he was lying underneath him, mouth open, as Levi painted his face with warm, sticky spurts of his cum.

Chapter Text

-January 23, 2019-

Armin didn’t believe a single thing the magazines wrote about him or his colleagues. Especially the stories about Eren and Levi.

No, because he knew, in reality, it was much worse.

Dismissing the articles about his co-stars’ supposedly secret flirtation as tabloid nonsense had been a naïve mistake.

Take, for instance, the headline “Eren Yeager getting cozy with Levi Ackerman in a Bar in West Hollywood after two months into shooting Attack on Titan”. Of course Armin had thought ‘getting cozy’ was merely a euphemism for Eren’s and Levi’s forming bond, happy to see the connection between them blossoming into a friendship. After all, everyone needed a person they could vent their problems to after a long day of filming, right?

You see, that’s where poor, innocent Armin had taken the wrong turn in his thinking – more than wrong. As the pure, credulous soul that he was, he had been completely blindsided when he accidentally discovered the true nature of Eren’s and Levi’s friend – no, scrap that shit – relationship. Because there was nothing friendly about the thing going on between the two maniacs.

Initially, their interactions had seemed innocuous enough. Both were new to the acting business and as unfamiliar with each other as they were with the rest of the cast. Even Armin hadn’t known any of the other actors until the actual filming process had started and he was just glad that he got along so well with other members of the cast.   

Not as well as Eren and Levi got along, apparently.

The first time Armin saw them sneaking around off-camera – he lost count after the fifth time he walked in on them making out, or worse – was in the break room, wanting to grab a healthy snack in his first shooting break of the day. He had spent five hours in the uncomfortable uniform that was too stiff on his arms and too scratchy around his throat, and he just really craved something to push his blood sugar so he could power through with the ODM-gear scene and finally call it a day. As he snatched a banana from the bowl of fruits and turned around, he spotted Eren and Levi right away.

Eren, in his short-haired wig for his characters early teenager years, was sitting on a table in the far back of the large room filled with warm and cold meals, feet dangling in the air as he snacked on some grapes, deeply engaged in a conversation with Levi, who leaned against a wall next to him with a steaming cup of tea in his hand, his eyes fixed on his younger co-star. Keeping his chatting up while he occasionally popped a grape into his mouth, chewing as he continued to speak, Eren’s bad manners were completely ignored by the rockstar. No, Levi didn’t seem to be bothered at all since all he did was lick his lips as his gaze wandered from Eren’s eyes down to his mouth.

Frozen at the veggie and fruit table with a banana in his hand, Armin couldn’t bring himself to head back to stage 3 just yet when he noticed how Eren spread his legs for Levi to step between them. Was that really happening? It couldn’t be, or could it? After all Levi was 17 years older than Eren, a fucking music industry phenomena with probably ten groupies up his ass, and Eren… he was just getting into his career – well other than modeling obviously. He couldn’t seriously think it would be a good idea to get himself involved with L from No Name.

As it appeared, Eren begged to differ. And Armin watched in disbelief how the casual small talk between his two colleagues turned into something far more intimate.

Levi’s gaze lingered on Eren’s lips, and Armin felt a mix of heat and cold wash over him. Not wanting to believe his eyes, he saw the whole situation unfold into something he hadn’t expected to witness on the set of Attack on Titan. But then again, he had been told often enough that he was too naïve for his own good.

Right now, he was definitely too pure of a soul, because his jaw nearly dropped to the floor as Levi placed his tea on the table, putting a hand on Eren’s thigh and squeezing it hard. As if the gesture wasn’t shocking enough, Levi leaned in to snatch a grape from Eren’s fingers with his mouth, lips closing around Eren’s thumb and index finger as he maintained direct eye contact with him.

To make matters even worse, Eren smirked, unfazed by Levi’s bold move as his teal eyes glinted almost seductively. His nonchalant reaction, lifting his fingers to his lips to suck on them, made Armin’s head spin and Levi’s subsequent adjustment of his white costume pants confirmed Armin’s worst suspicion of what was going on between them. He all but fled the situation, ready to find some holy water and drown his eyes in it.

In his haste, he bumped ungracefully into Connie and Sasha, nearly knocking them over. The cup of coffee in Sasha’s hand splashed onto her costume, causing her to curse. “Jesus Christ, Armin!” With a grimace she took in the mess of her dress. Now it was soaked in brown and warm liquid, smelling deliciously but looking anything but okay for further shooting.  

“Oh! I’m so, so sorry, Sasha.” Armin apologized immediately but wasn’t sure what he could do to make up for it. His mind was still reeling from the image of Levi’s lips wrapped around Eren’s fingers and – no, he didn’t want to think about that for any longer. Shaking his head to get rid of the nasty scene playing behind his eyes, his attempt at a sympathetic smile failed miserably.

“It’s… fine.” Sasha grumbled and furrowed her brows, noticing his distressed expression. “Are you okay, though?”

“I – uh – well…” Armin stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Yes. Yes, I’m alright.”

Though, he clearly wasn’t.  

“Okay?” Connie eyed him suspiciously. “Did something happen in there?” He nodded towards the break room.

“Uhm…” Both his co-stars looked at him expectantly. “No.”

But the words left his lips the moment the door opened and Levi and Eren stumbled out, leaving Sasha, Connie and Armin gaping at them. Sasha almost dropped the remnants of her coffee, Connie choked on his chewing gum, inhaling too sharply, and Armin turned even paler than he already was. All three of them gawked at Eren dragging Levi behind him by the belt loops of his bulging white pants, which didn’t conceal a single thing, while Levi’s face was buried in Eren’s neck as he tried to suck kisses right below the wig, following Eren’s lead to wherever they wanted to head off to. They didn’t even register their audience, too engrossed in each other, giggling and groping whatever part of flesh they could find. It wouldn’t be hard to mistake them for horny teenagers instead of professional actors.  

“Damn it.” Connie muttered, breaking the silence as Eren and Levi disappeared from their view, snapping Armin and Sasha out of their shock.  

“I told you.” Sasha giggled, holding out her hand in front of Connie.

“What?” Frowning, Armin saw Connie placing 50 bucks into Sasha’s palm with an annoyed groan.

“Can’t believe they’re already at it again.”

“Again?!” Armin screeched, blue eyes full of terror.

Connie and Sasha looked at him in confusion until Sasha’s expression turned into an amused grin. Seconds later, she started to laugh with Connie joining in.  

So when Armin spotted another article on his Instagram feed, reading “Eren Yeager enjoying late night dinner with new beau Reiner Braun in London”, months later, he knew better. And he knew that Eren was certainly enjoying more than one sausage on his plate while Reiner had no idea.

-April 03, 2019-

Hange rarely worried about one of their bandmates. Usually, it was the other way around. However, since the previous evening, every single call to Levi went straight to voicemail. This wouldn’t be too alarming if it weren’t for the fact that the No Name members had agreed to meet at Levi’s place for breakfast to discuss the overall conditions for their next studio album and tour dates. Now, no one was sure if the plan was still standing. Even Erwin couldn’t reach Levi, and while they all weren’t concerned that Levi had indulged in too much Colombian snow, it was entirely unlike him to ignore his bandmates, especially with an important scheduled meeting on the calendar.

Being the excellent friend that they were, Hange found themselves in front of Levi’s front door, spare key in hand and alarm code ready in their notes app, prepared to lecture Levi about his irresponsible behavior. Erwin and Mike were waiting outside of the gate in their car, with Mike’s delicious fruit salad and some expensive champagne in the backseat of their black Tesla.

Maybe Levi had the flu or something similar, incapacitating him, leaving him glued to the toilet seat with a bucket in his lap, Hange pondered. It was the only reasonable explanation they could actually imagine for Levi’s radio silence. With this in mind, Hange donned a clinical face mask and gloves before unlocking the front door and disarming the alarm system.

Entering the spacious home with its panoramic glass front overlooking a large garden and pool, Hange found no trace of Levi on the ground floor.

“Shorty?” They called out, but there was no response. The house was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioning. Even the kitchen was devoid of any sign of the singer, save for an unusual, lonely, almost empty bottle of red wine and two used wine glasses on the counter. Levi, small in person, but the biggest clean freak Hange knew, never left things out like that. “Weird…”

Strolling through the lounge area, Hange spotted Levi’s iPhone next to a pile of clothes on the cream-colored L-shaped couch: black jeans, white slacks, a white t-shirt and a black muscle shirt. Socks were scattered around on the green carpet, as well as two black briefs. Soon enough, realization dawned on them.  

“Oh… Oh!” They exclaimed, understanding what was likely going on. “There’s no way…” Removing the face mask and the gloves, now sure Levi wasn’t sick, just getting some ass, they texted Erwin and Mike.

Groupchat: The hubbys 💘

Hange [10:04 AM]
I guess shorty’s busy guys

Erwin [10:04 AM]
With what?

Hange [10:05 AM]
(image attached)

Erwin [10:06 AM]
Oh my God.

Hange snickered, imagining Erwin’s shocked face back in the car. It had been years since something like this had happened in the band. With Erwin and Mike happily married for over a decade and Hange committed to their own marriage with Moblit, the only one single and left to mingle with one-night stands was Levi, which he had lost interest in nearly five years ago. So this unexpected development, at the expense of their breakfast plans, was honestly shocking. And they couldn’t blame Erwin or Mike for losing their shit at the news. Hell, even Hange was somewhat flabbergasted to walk into the leftovers of Levi’s booty call.

Examining the scene of messy laundry surrounding the otherwise tidy space, they doubted that Levi was alone.  

Even though it was wrong – and yes, mean – Hange couldn’t resist the chance to interrupt their friend and his company. Pocketing their phone, they moved quietly towards the staircase, more than ready to give Levi a jump scare he wouldn’t forget too quickly. As they reached the end of the hallway where Levi’s bedroom was located, Hange was startled by deep grunts and high moans reaching their ears through the small door gap instead of quiet snoring.

What the fuck was going on with Levi, that the man was having the energy to fuck not only in the night but in the following morning too, seemingly not at all exhausted or tired, Hange wondered. They almost didn’t believe their ears, but the sounds were unmistakable.

“Baby… you take daddy so well…” 

“Daddy?!” Hange squealed, both baffled and intrigued. Did they really want to go through with their plan to scare Levi and whoever it was that was getting dicked by him? The new discovery about Levi’s kink was something Hange would surely use to annoy the hell out of him if they had the chance to.

But should they really intrude? The temptation was strong.

“Daddy… ugh… I’m so… full… ah!” Came from the open bedroom door.

Pulling out their phone again, Hange typed a new message to Erwin and Mike. 

Groupchat: The hubbys 💘

Hange [10:16 AM]
Should I interrupt them?
(audio attached)

Erwin [10:17 AM]
OMG!!!
Hange!!!!!!!
You can’t just go around recording people having sex without their permission!
And no!
You should just leave!

Mike [10:18 AM]
Erwin’s right, just leave them be.
We can have breakfast at ours and interrogate Levi later.

Hange [10:18 AM]
There’s no way in hell I’m not finding out who Levi’s fucking right now!
I neeeeeed to know!
😩😩😩

Erwin [10:19 AM]
No, you don’t.

Hange [10:19 AM]
I do!

Erwin [10:19 AM]
NO!

Hange [10:19 AM]
YES!
And bye!

Hange [10:20 AM]
Breakfast will be ready in 15!
Don’t forget to bring the champagne and fruit salad 🙏

Taking a final deep breath, Hange stepped into Levi’s bedroom and wasn’t disappointed by the sight. Perhaps a bit surprised but, well, they hadn’t known what to entirely expect in the first place. So, Levi lying on his back with his hands cuffed behind his head and none other than Eren Yeager – the Eren Yeager, model of the year 2016 – bouncing up and down on his cock, was surely exceeding their imagination.

Transfixed by the movements of Eren’s hips and the beautiful long brown hair falling down the man’s broad shoulders, they watched the couple fucking on the king-sized bed. Levi was panting and groaning loudly from time to time, trying to meet Eren’s grinding motions with thrusts of his hips, and every time he did, the model was mewling and whimpering, shaking as he tried to hold himself up and fuck himself on Levi’s dick even harder.

“I’m – fuck – so c-close…” Eren gasped, reaching in front of him, probably jerking himself off. His movements got more frantic as he swirled his hips and bent down to give Levi a quick kiss on the lips before he straightened up again.

“Shit, me too, baby,” Levi moaned, subconsciously tugging at the handcuffs around his wrists, his eyes fluttering open to look at the man above him with a primal hunger in dilated pupils.  He smiled, almost fondly, for a second, until his mouth opened into another deep groan, “love how you feel around me…” he praised Eren sinking himself down on his cock and lifting himself up again, “you’re so wonder – HANGE?!” was what left his lips next instead of sensual dirty talk.

His startled scream cut straight through the intimate atmosphere as he noticed Hange standing in the doorway. Though, Eren didn't seem to catch on. 

“Yes, daddy…” Eren keened, oblivious, too lost in reaching his climax, “say my name and –” He stopped in his rambling, “wait – what?” Opening his eyes, he took in Levi’s shocked face that wasn’t fixed on him but on something else. Turning his head as best as he could, still sitting on top of Levi, he spotted Hange and shrieked. “Who’s that?!”

Snapping out of their rigor, Hange shook their head and held up their hands in defense. “I’m sorry to interrupt your cute little lovemaking but –”

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE?!” Levi roared and tried to break free from the handcuffs, “Eren, where’s the fucking key?!” He yelled, frantically searching the bed for the small key, still caged by Eren’s thighs, his cock stuffed inside of Eren’s ass, and his hands confined, panic in his eyes.

Eren, more than a bit confused, wrapped the covers around himself, shielding his back and Levi’s dick from further humiliation. Hange couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation – Levi visibly upset and Eren not sure what to do with himself. A high-pitched squeal escaped Eren’s lips when Levi moved his hips, causing him to flush. Embarrassed, he pulled the blanket over his head as well.

“I-I…” Hange, unable to form a coherent sentence, was dry heaving in laughter, not caring the slightest that Levi was practically strangling them with his death glare, trapped underneath Eren who was fighting against the moans slipping past his lips with every stir of Levi’s hips.

“Stop moving!” Eren hissed and buried his face into Levi’s chest.

“Just get off me and look for the key!” Levi hissed right back and wiggled his hips even more.

Wiping away a tear, Hange got a hold of themselves. “Do you guys need help?”

“NO!” Both men yelled in unison.  

“Just get the fuck out of here!” Levi shouted, throwing his head back into the pillow and dragging his still cuffed hands over his face in exasperation.

Not 15 but 20 minutes later, after Eren had found the key hidden under a blindfold at the end of the bed, a grumpy Levi sat with his arms crossed beside his co-star at the dining table. Mike served pancakes while Erwin tried to open the bottle of champagne. Hange, on their way to becoming best friends with Levi’s lover boy, recounted the time Levi had dyed his hair blonde in an early band attempt to look more edgy. It didn’t take long for Eren to find old Google Images of 2010 No Name, tears brimming in his eyes from laughing so hard. Despite Levi’s irritation, Hange caught a glimpse of a tiny smile on his face as Eren laughed even harder. Levi ignored Hange the rest of the day, still pissed about the interruption, but Hange was just happy to meet the person that could soften their bandmate’s serious frown into an expression of utter fondness every time Eren was giggling at one of Erwin’s jokes or every time he subconsciously reached out for Levi’s hand on the table to caress it with his thumb as he shoveled Mike’s homemade fruit salad with a fork into his mouth.

-August 21, 2018-

It was a beautiful Sunday morning. The birds were chirping, the curtains let in the soft warmth of the sun’s golden rays, and Mikasa was snuggled up to Jean’s front. His arms were wrapped around her chest, his face pressed between her shoulder blades, and his phone on the bedside table wouldn’t stop ringing.

He tried to ignore it, not wanting to move a single muscle as he relished in the feeling of Mikasa’s silky strands of black hair smelling like fresh roses covering his face, their hands laced together and the comforting thought that he had no responsibilities for the entire day in the back of his head. However, when Mikasa started to stir in his hold, elbowing him in his stomach and mumbling incoherently into the pillow, Jean knew his attempt at ignoring the incessant ringing was in vain. With a tired groan, he rolled onto his back, untangling his limbs from his wife before turning over some more to reach for his phone.

He didn’t check the caller ID; there was really just one person out there who would have the audacity to pester him this much anyway.  

“What?” He groaned into the speaker, rubbing at his eyes with a thumb and two fingers.

“I think I’m addicted to dick.” Eren blurted into his ear without even a “good morning” or “hello Jean, thanks for picking up and dealing with me and my stupid problems like you always do”. He really was a nuisance to society, and unfortunately, Jean’s best friend.

“Come again?”

“Jean, I’m having a serious crisis right now.” Eren went on, sounding far too serious for the words coming out of his mouth on this wonderful morning that was quickly turning into a headache on Jean’s side.   

“Because you’re addicted to dick?” He grumbled, glancing at Mikasa, who shot him a confused look and arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow. God, she was so beautiful. “Sorry” he mouthed, shrugging his shoulders as Mikasa rolled her eyes and turned away from him, obviously trying to ignore the ridiculous conversation.

“More like a certain dick.” Eren clarified.  

Another groan left Jean’s lips, now he rolled his eyes too. “And that’s why you’re calling me at,” he checked the time on his display: 11:04 AM. “Oh damn, it’s later than I thought. Never mind,” He sighed, having no excuse to cancel the call, “What’s the matter?”

Mikasa huffed beside him, knowing this conversation wouldn’t end too soon.   

There was a rustling on the other end. “Remember when I told you I wanted to get into Levi’s pants?”

Oh, he remembered clearly. All the “fuck, Jean, Levi is so hot”, “I need him to ruin me” and “just looking at him in his grey long-sleeve makes me feel like an omega in heat” to which Jean had replied, “what the fuck is an omega in heat?” A huge mistake. He had never been the same after Eren’s detailed and thorough explanation.

He sighed. “Yes?”

“And that I did?”

“Also yes.”

Reaching over to stroke Mikasa’s back with his fingers and playing with the straps of her red lace nightie, Jean waited for Eren to continue.

“Well…” Eren paused, “it kinda happened again…” another pause, “Like ten times or so.”

Choking on his spit, Jean sat up. “TEN?! Jesus, Eren, you only told me you finally fucked last week!”

“So you see the problem…”

Jean grimaced and let himself fall back into the sheets. “I don’t even know where you’re going with this…” And he actually didn’t want to, in all honesty.

“God, Jean,” Eren sounded annoyed, as if Jean were the idiot right now, not getting the point and failing at his job to be the demanded moral support. “I can’t stop sleeping with him. I literally can’t!” Eren exclaimed audibly upset, with his friend or with himself, Jean wasn’t too sure. “Every time I try to stay away from his dick, my ass, mouth, and penis decide against my brain.”

Mikasa turned to him again, gaping at the nasty words coming from the phone in Jean’s hand.

“What the hell, Eren!” Jean yelled, just as shocked as Mikasa but somewhat used to Eren’s foul mouth by now.

“See? I need help here.”

Yeah, Jean figured some good old therapy sessions wouldn’t suffice. Because Eren was fucking mental.  

“More like a Levi Ackerman exorcism.” He snorted, ignoring his wife’s disapproving glare.

“What can I do to make it stop?” Eren whined pathetically and… was he actually serious right now?

“Not sleep with him?” Jean offered, because what else was Eren expecting as advice?

“Negative, he’s in my bathroom right now.”

“He’s at your house?!”

“My ass can’t take anymore…” Eren wailed.

“I can’t take this conversation anymore.”

As he was about to hang up, Eren screeched into the speaker. “No, wait! Don’t leave me hanging!”

With an exasperated sigh, Jean conceded defeat. “What do you want me to do?”

“Come over and say you need to borrow something from me so I won’t be able to give it to him again.”

For a long moment, nobody said anything. Clicking his tongue, Jean considered driving over to Eren’s house – not to help, but to bitch-slap him. “You want me to come over… to stop you from getting fucked?” He asked, making sure he had heard correctly and wasn’t hallucinating the bullshit spilling out of Eren’s mouth.

“Yes.”

Jesus fucking Christ. 

“You’re out of your mind, you know that, right?”

“I’m desperate, Jean.” Eren stated and he genuinely sounded like it.

This couldn’t be anything but a sick joke, but Eren’s whiny voice suggested otherwise.

“Goddamn it.” Jean cursed under his breath, throwing off his blanket. “You better make up for this. I can’t believe I’m actually willing to help.”

“Oh my God,” Eren sounded relieved, “I can’t thank you en –” But he didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, Jean heard a tiny whimper on the other end of the line.

“Eren?” He dared to ask, all color draining from his face.

There was a rustling sound and then a low voice saying something unintelligible.

Suddenly, Eren spoke up again, albeit a bit breathless. “I- I gotta – ugh – go …”

“Eren?” Jean’s question was even smaller now.  

“Let me see that sweet little hole of yours, baby.”

“Eren?!”

He should just hang up, right here, right now.

“Please hurry, Jean.” Eren hiccupped – hiccupped! And the next words were certainly not directed at his friend. “Nghh… daddy.” It sounded like a broken cry, and Jean was this close to crying too.

“Eren?!” He tried again, but the line was dead.

Sitting dumbfounded in his bed, with Mikasa hiding an amused smile behind her blanket, Jean shook his head. “The hell I’m gonna drive there.” He muttered, muting his phone and tossing it into the sheets. Turning his attention to Mikasa, he tackled her and smothered her face with kisses despite her complaints about his bad morning breath. He knew, in fact, that she adored him enough to endure the smell of death, and God, he adored her right back.

Two hours later, Eren called again, and this time Jean actually had the heart to get into his car, meeting Levi Ackerman – or better known as Eren Yeager’s pain in the ass – for the first time in person.

Chapter Text

-January 12, 2020-

Levi fumbled with the keys to his front door, a task made nearly impossible with Eren clinging to his neck like a koala, his lips attached to his throat, kissing, and sucking every little inch of skin he could get his mouth on while humping himself and his growing erection against Levi’s side with needy whines. Under any other circumstance, Levi would relish in the undivided attention he was getting from the brat. But now the physical contact was too distracting to handle the simple task of opening the door to his home. He understood where Eren was coming from, though. Because both of them had crossed the line from being tipsy to a good amount of drunk an hour ago, the second bottle of champagne during their dinner only fueling their filthy conversation and late-night plans, making them even hornier for each other than they had been to begin with.

So fucking horny.

“C’mon… hurry up.” Eren mumbled against the wet skin and licked a long stripe from Levi’s ear to his shoulder, causing Levi’s knees to buckle. How they ended up with the opportunity to spend their weekend together remained a miracle. Perhaps it was some cosmic reward for Levi’s hard work and strict tour schedule finally paying off. As it seemed, the stars had aligned just right for their desire to unfold, with Reiner off on a trip to Miami, meeting up with his childhood friend, and Levi having three days back in LA to prepare everything for the upcoming Academy Award nominations.

His management, and the Attack on Titan production, were firmly convinced he would get nominated, thus already planning acknowledgments for his social media. Levi was a lot more skeptical when it came down to that subject. Yet, right now, he was occupied with another issue: An issue called Eren Yeager, who was latching onto his throat like a leech and subsequently hindering them from actually getting the chance to fuck until sunrise, as they had been planning to since their dinner date began.   

“Jesus, Eren. Stop that, or we won’t get in.” Levi groaned, the keys missing the lock again and with the next harsh bite to his neck, they fell to the floor. “Fucking damn it.” He hissed and wound himself out of Eren’s embrace, elbowing him in the stomach to pick up the keys again. A short yelp escaped Eren’s lips but not seconds later, as Levi tried to open the goddamn door for the second time, Eren’s hands groped at him again. Not just the innocent parts, either. With Eren’s hand wandering into the front of his increasingly tightening jeans and grabbing his cock, Levi snapped.

“Would you just stop it?! I can’t do shit!” His voice echoed into the empty driveway, though it was at that moment he was able to push the key into the lock. Turning it, the door clicked open. Baffled, he sagged against Eren’s chest as the hand around his dick began to stroke it languidly, as best as it could still trapped inside of Levi’s tight trousers.

“I got something for you.” Eren purred into his ear, nibbling at the shell as he moved forward, shoving Levi into the entryway.

Turning around in Eren’s hold and cupping Eren’s chin between his fingers, Levi quirked an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh?” He licked his lips as he stared into Eren’s hungry eyes, his lips damp and parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breath hot and smelling of the chocolate tiramisu they had shared for dessert. “Why would you do that?” Leaning in, he scraped his teeth across the delicate stubbles on Eren’s chin.

Eren’s hand slipped out of his jeans, leaving his cock straining and aching for more. “It’s a late birthday present.” He gasped, clutching Levi’s sides with his fingers, nails digging into the black dress shirt.

Eyes widening in surprise, Levi let up from kissing Eren’s chin and stared at him warily. “Should I be scared?”

Still trapped between his fingers, Eren shook his head as best as he could. “No…” Inching closer, he booped their noses together and nuzzled his own into Levi’s cheek. “However, now I’m afraid you won’t like it.” The confession almost sounded insecure, leaving Levi smiling. It wasn’t often that something got Eren nervous, and that he was concerned about Levi’s approval was… cute.

“Well,” he removed his hands from Eren’s face and created some distance between them, “where’s my gift then?”

“Upstairs.” Eren said, an excited smile on his lips as he took Levi’s hand and led him to the staircase.

“So just sex?” Levi asked, not that he was disappointed with that, he would never be. But it had sounded like Eren wanted to gift him something material. Now, as he was dragged into his bedroom, he supposed Eren wanted to indulge one of his more unhinged fetishes. Which was hard to do on its own, as they matched each other’s freakiness nearly perfectly and if they hadn’t tried something yet, it was probably because they both were cautious about taking things even further.

Stopping in front of his bedroom door, Eren turned around to him and took a deep breath, as if to brace himself for Levi’s potentially bad reaction. “Okay, please be honest with me. If you don’t like it, I won’t be mad… just disappointed and not in the mood for sex until tomorrow.”

Now, Levi was confused as fuck. What was Eren talking about? Opening his mouth to say something, he closed it again and shoved himself past Eren into the room. Had the brat redecorated his place? Please don’t, he prayed silently. Because as much as he cherished Eren’s taste in fashion and Eren’s decorative interior choices at his own home, he wouldn’t approve of Eren’s love for velvet upholstery on his bed.

His mouth fell open in amazement and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he eyed the present Eren got for him: two huge black wooden picture frames adorning the white wallpaper behind his bed. However, it wasn’t the fact that Eren had actually redecorated his bedroom that left him speechless, but rather the content of the pictures. The frames displayed black and white photos of Eren, but not just any photos. No, they were Eren’s entire front and backside, cut off at the height of his throat, plastered in prominent bruises and love bites across his bare skin. The only thing covering his crotch was a white Calvin Klein brief, pushed down below the roundness of his perfectly shaped ass cheeks in the shot of his backside. Levi’s teeth marks graced the soft flesh, beaming at him behind the glass.

“Holy shit.” He gasped, stepping closer to the new accessories in his room and examined them. Not a single detail escaped his eyes as he took in the body of the Adonis he called his lover. Eren was breathtaking. His talent for striking a pose for the perfect shot was clearly unmatched, and Levi nearly drooled when he noticed the camera had caught every single bead of sweat and every single hair. His throat felt tight as he let his gaze wander to Eren’s crotch, the shape of his soft cock looming beneath the thin fabric of the white briefs.

Pretty… so pretty.

Shaking himself out of his stupor, he finally addressed Eren, who was still patiently standing behind him and awaiting his reaction. He turned around and stared at him in disbelief. “Who the fuck took these?”

“Floch?” Eren answered nervously, twiddling with his fingers. 

When did he get these pics done? Four months ago? They were so fucking obscene and gorgeous. The most beautiful images Levi had seen in his entire life. And of course, Floch Forster was the genius behind the shots. Who else would it be?

“Remind me to send that man a bottle of his favorite wine or something…” Levi noted, turning around again to devour the photos with hungry eyes once more. Would it be too much to climb onto the mattress and lick them?

“So…” Eren started to smile and nuzzled his face into Levi’s neck. “You like them?”

Clasping the back of Eren’s head into his hand, Levi craned his neck to stop Eren in his tracks. Piercing the teal eyes of his favorite model with his own gaze full of dark desire and untamed arousal, he swallowed. “That doesn’t even come close to describing how I feel about them.” Eyes drifting down to Eren’s mouth and back up to his eyes, he added. “I love them.”

The cock pressed against his hipbone swelled. Grinding himself down on Levi’s body, Eren let out a relieved breath. “Phew, I’m glad.” He buried his face in Levi’s shoulder and chuckled. “Wasn’t sure it would fit your vibe for a second.”

Turning around in the embrace, Levi smirked. “You always fit my vibe, babe.” He pulled Eren’s face down into an open-mouthed kiss.

“I guess I do.” Eren mumbled against his lips, letting his tongue tangle with Levi’s. He still tasted like chocolate and coffee, sweet, alluring, and oh so addictive.

Breaking the kiss, Levi looked at him again. His insides felt warm, blooming with a sudden urge to show Eren how much the gift meant to him. That he appreciated the effort he had put into it.

“But really, thank you. That’s a fucking amazing present.” His smile was sincere, his and Eren’s erections momentarily forgotten.

Returning the smile, Eren’s cheeks took on a slight rosy shade. “You’re very welcome.” He chuckled, “I was literally going insane because I didn’t know what to get you…”

“I told you, you didn’t have to get me anything.” Levi placated with a roll of his eyes. He had, in fact, repeatedly stated that he didn’t expect Eren to go out of his way to fetch him some birthday present. He never celebrated his birthday anyway, though Hange, Mike, and Erwin always tried to come up with something useful, knowing otherwise their gift would land in the trash. Last year, Eren had been close to tears upon discovering Levi’s birthday fell on the same day as the one and only Jesus Christ. He had felt so sorry for him, lamenting how unfair it was that everyone focused on a long-dead figure instead of Levi. In the end, Eren’s fretting had stressed him out more than the fact that his birth date fell on Christmas.

Unlike last year, when he had prevented Eren from gifting him anything, Levi was glad Eren had disregarded his wish this time around.  

“But I wanted to.” Eren said, his voice sweet, a tiny pout on his perfectly shaped lips.

Snorting, Levi shook his head in slight amusement, sneaking his hands around Eren’s hips to grab a handful of his ass. “You’re too good for me.”

“No,” Eren whispered, leaning in and biting the bridge of Levi’s nose. “I’m just the perfect amount of bad for you.”

The statement couldn’t be more true. They both knew it, and they both relished in that fact. Perhaps they were actually ruining each other for any serious relationship with other people. Infidelity, something their partners had to live with, he supposed. Because they were drawn to each other like moths drawn to a flame. They couldn’t resist the dangerous bright light that swallowed them whole every time they touched or even thought about each other.

Giving Eren’s plump cheeks a soft squeeze, Levi licked his lips. He wanted to tease out every last piece of Eren’s good side and bury it under a veil of pleasure. Let him forget about anyone else but Levi for tonight.

“Let me defile you some more then.” He said, his voice filled with sinful hunger, his lips finding the pulse on Eren’s throat and sucking hard.

“Do as you please.” Eren gasped, his eyes fluttering shut.  

So Levi did.

*** ***

The next morning, Levi dragged himself out of bed and into a long-overdue shower. He was sweaty and sticky with dried cum – his own and Eren’s – as well as tons of saliva and Eren’s tears. Fuck… just thinking about the sight of Eren sobbing into the pillow as Levi coaxed a third and final orgasm from him in the span of four hours made him half-hard again. Eren was just so damn responsive to him, always so submissive in the bedroom. As bratty as he could be in any other situation, he left that part of his personality behind the moment Levi told him to choke on his cock. He looked so beautiful with his lips stretched around Levi’s girth, taking him all the way in until he hit the back of his throat. Eren was really something else when it came to giving head.

Closing his eyes under the cold stream, Levi tried to regain some of his energy. Even though he had gotten seven hours of sleep, with Eren’s limbs intertwined with his own, softly snoring and drooling onto his chest, he felt the aftermath of their sex marathon in his back and arm muscles. He could see it too: his skin was covered in angry red marks, imprinted teeth around his chest and belly. Not that he had been any better – he had littered Eren’s sun-kissed, golden skin with pink, purple and blue bruises, now that he had the chance to. It had been too long – far too long – since he had been allowed to leave his mark on him. And with every new bruise, Eren had lost it completely, spasming in his hold as Levi sank his teeth into his inner thigh while curling three fingers against his prostate relentlessly.

Ignoring his boner, Levi washed up, but just as he was about to step out of the shower, the tinted glass door opened, revealing a grinning, naked Eren. Almost as out of routine, Levi made some space for him and turned the temperature of the stream up. Seeing Eren’s body in the light of a new day, he inhaled sharply. Eren looked so completely and utterly wrecked – his lips still swollen and red, his long hair a matted mess, strands sticking together with the remnants of Levi’s cum, his chest was flaky too and covered in hickeys.

“Morning.” Eren chirped as he reached around him to grab the shampoo. As he lathered his hair, Eren eyed him carefully, but Levi just stared at him open-mouthed. “You good?”

Not thinking about it at all, he surged forward and captured Eren’s lips in a heated kiss again, morning breath momentarily forgotten. “You,” he panted against Eren’s mouth, taking hold of his own dick and starting to jerk himself off as his other hand tangled into Eren’s shampooed hair, holding him in place, “are just too goddamn irresistible.”

Because he was.

Eren let out a lewd moan. “Could say the same about you.” He purred. Slapping Levi’s hand away, he replaced it with his own and began to stroke Levi’s cock with quick movements. “But… we gotta hurry, I wanna see the Academy livestream.”

Letting out a huff, Levi bucked into the touch. The warm droplets of water and the tight drag of Eren’s hand were the perfect combination for his pleasure and he wanted to take his sweet time to enjoy a naked Eren in his shower on his first free morning in weeks.

“Fuck the livestream.” He grunted into Eren’s mouth, nibbling at his plump bottom lip as he fucked himself into Eren’s fist, “I don’t care about the nominations.” And he certainly didn’t want to spend his day watching some stupid and unnecessary livestream about this year’s Oscar nominees. He wasn’t a fan of the awards, never had been. That he might actually be considered for one left a bitter taste on his tongue and filled his chest with something foul that he didn't want to think about.

Instead of letting it slide, Eren pulled back from his lips and frowned. “Well… I do.” He said, the hand still wrapped around Levi’s dick slowing down.

Of course, Eren did. For a long moment, neither of them said anything. Although Eren didn’t stop jacking him off, it didn’t feel like he was trying to make him come either. Gritting his teeth, Levi thought over his options to proceed from here. He could either be his grumpy self, thus ruining the mood for both of them and dismissing Eren’s wish to huddle up on the sofa downstairs to watch the livestream, or he could get one last orgasm out of this morning before granting Eren’s wish, which would hopefully lead to further orgasms throughout the day.

“Fine.” He muttered eventually, placing his own hand over Eren’s. “Better make this good, brat.” He added gruffly, speeding up the pace of their joint fists.

*** ***

As expected, Eren did an amazing job in the shower, and Levi returned the favor by blowing Eren’s cock so hard that the poor man slipped on the wet tiles and bumped his head against the glass wall. After one dent at the back of Eren’s head and a profound apology from Levi for laughing instead of inspecting the bump and helping him up, they found themselves sitting on the huge couch in Levi’s living room downstairs. Eren was still snacking his raspberry quinoa porridge while Levi tried to connect the livestream on the TV, visibly unhappy with the whole situation of being forced to watch the shitty nominations.

For a second, Levi considered faking a bad internet connection, but even to himself, that sounded kind of desperate and disproportionate. Instead, he sat crossed-legged in one corner of the sofa, arms crossed in front of his chest and a frown plastered on his forehead as he tried to block out the obnoxious commentator praising all the different movies and departments, basically sucking the invisible cock of the Academy with how inclusive and fair the whole procedure was – which was the biggest lie Levi had heard in a while. He couldn’t help but snort unamusedly as he thought about the true nature of the Oscars.

“Pathetic.” He grumbled into his non-existent beard, eliciting an eye roll from Eren.

“You can at least give credit to the artists and teams behind the movies.” Eren remarked, and Levi had to admit he had a point. After all, he wanted nothing more than for the Attack on Titan movie to get the recognition and success it rightfully deserved. But why did it have to be through the Oscars? The most superficial and hypocritical award show on this planet.

As of now, the production was nominated in five different categories, and with each announcement, Eren’s excitement intensified. At first, he squealed into his fist; now, he was cheering loudly and clapping his hands. Levi wasn’t sure how he would bear a seventh or – Lord help him – an eighth nomination. Should he dial 911 just in case?

When the moderator moved on to the category of Best Original Song, Levi wanted nothing more than to sink into the cushions beneath him. As he let out a disgruntled groan, a big pillow hit him right in the face from across the sofa.

“Shut up! It’s getting important now!” Eren scowled, gesturing for Levi to keep his bad mood to himself. Mimicking zipping his own lips shut as he glared at Levi, he pointed at the bright screen.

“You know I don’t want to watch this crap.” Levi muttered, throwing the pillow back, but Eren was quick enough to dodge his attack, flipping him off as he put down the empty bowl on the coffee table.

His mood was soured, even though the first half of his morning had been rather pleasant. Now though, Levi was considering taking a jog through the neighborhood just to escape the impending announcement.

But it was too late. The words leaving the speakers of his TV cut through the room and reached his ears, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“…And the nominations for this year’s best original song are, ‘I Can’t Let You Throw Yourself Away’ from Toy Story 4, music and lyrics by Randy Newman; ‘I’m Gonna Love Me Again’ from Rocketman, Music by Elton John, lyrics by Bernie Taupin, ‘Rumbling’ from Attack on Titan, music and lyrics by Levi Ackerman, ‘Into the Unknown’ from –”

“Oh my god, you’re a fucking Oscar nominee!” Eren interrupted the rest of the announcement, already scrambling up from his seat to tackle Levi onto the couch. “That’s amazing!” He exclaimed, slapping Levi’s shoulder in excitement as he made himself at home in his lap, while Levi let out a strangled moan from beneath him.  

Levi barely had a chance to register what was happening before Eren leaned down to kiss him. It was chaste and sweet, the passion of their early shower encounter missing, but nice nonetheless.

“Is it really?” He breathed out, raising an eyebrow as he tried to come to terms with the fact that he was granted something some of the most talented people in the world had never been able to reach. And it wasn’t like he wanted to have this opportunity in the first place. Even with Eren in his arms, happy for him and giggling into his cheek, he couldn’t bring himself to enjoy the news. It felt wrong, and his chest tightened around the old yet constant hole in his heart.

“Yes!” Eren affirmed with another smooch to his lips, sitting up in his lap with a grin.

“But the Academy is rigged as fuck.” Levi deflated, eyes meeting anything but Eren’s expectant gaze.

“Oh, stop that!” Eren swatted his arm, rolling his eyes. “This is such a big thing!”

“No, Eren, it isn’t.” He huffed, trying to push Eren off so he could go and grab himself something to drink and leave the topic behind. Unfortunately, the brat in his lap didn’t budge, crossing his arms in front of his chest Eren scowled down at him.  

“Why are you so grumpy right now?”

“I’m not.” Levi denied through clenched teeth, his arms and legs trapped by Eren’s muscular thighs, rendering him immobile.

“You are.” Eren poked him in the chest, his finger remaining there accusingly.

“Well, I’m always kinda grumpy.”

“You’re certainly more grumpy than usual.”

The problem with their chemistry? They knew each other too well, especially right now. As much as Levi loved how they worked together in bed or at work, he hated moments like this one, moments when he couldn’t hide himself behind a perfectly crafted wall of self-ignorance. Because here was Eren, breaking it down brick by brick with such ease that Levi couldn’t do anything but watch how his defenses crumbled.

“It’s… nothing….” He sighed, and with the way Eren was staring at him, he might as well have held up a sign reading ‘that’s a fucking lie’ without making much of a difference.

“I don’t think so.”

Yes, Levi figured Eren wouldn’t buy it. Nevertheless, it had been a nice try.

“Stop bugging me.” He grumbled, turning his face away to avoid meeting Eren’s concerned eyes. This wasn’t how he wanted his weekend to play out. And he didn’t ask or want a therapy session or emotional support. He didn’t want to explain himself, especially not to Eren.

“I’m not bugging you.” Eren negated, the finger on Levi’s chest boring deeper into the muscle. Placing a hand on Levi’s jaw, he turned his face back so he could look at him.  

“Yes, you are.” Levi mumbled, glaring into the sea of teal.  

“I’m worried about you.” The words were soft, just like the eyes staring back at him.

“You don’t have to be.” Levi objected, his voice was smaller this time.

“But you seem sad.” Eren’s hand gently caressed his cheek, and if that tender gesture didn’t melt Levi’s anger like nothing else… What remained was a puddle of raw feelings he wasn’t ready to share.

“I’m – I’m not sad.”

Another lie. The hole of grief in his chest grew as he wiggled one of his arms out from beneath Eren’s thighs and placed his hand on top of the one stroking his face.

Shaking his head softly, Eren chuckled. “All these acting classes and I still can read you like a book.”

Yeah, and sometimes, like right now, Levi hated that fact.

He swallowed down the forming lump in his throat. His mouth felt dry. “Maybe I’m just written in the right language.”

Eren hummed, the corner of his mouth curling into a gentle smile. “Maybe I’m just getting the message of the plot.”

Levi’s annoyance vanished for a second. It would be so easy to take the hand on his cheek and kiss the knuckles. It was a tempting thought, but the resentment in his heart was still too big to entertain such a thing. So instead, he squeezed the fingers before pushing the hand away.

“Oh and what would that be?”

“That you need a hug.” Eren said, straightforward and without hesitation.

Eyes narrowing, Levi scoffed. “What are you, my girlfriend?”

Clearly the wrong thing to say.

“What are you, an asshole?” Eren shot back, a scowl on his face as he flicked Levi’s forehead and started to get up from his lap.

Yep, unfortunately Levi’s assholeness was something he couldn’t really control sometimes. He instantly knew he’d messed up. And as much as Eren’s interrogation was annoying him, Eren certainly didn’t deserve his attitude, not when he was nothing but supportive. Damn never-faltering shitty attitude.

“Okay, I didn’t mean it that way…” Levi quickly backtracked on his statement, grabbing Eren’s arm to stop him from getting up. It wasn’t that Levi was going to admit that he kind of liked being squashed by Eren’s weight, because that would translate into defeat. But apologizing, that he could do. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you are?” The question was filled with sarcasm, but Eren stopped his attempt at leaving him alone on the couch.

Pulling him back on top of him, Levi rolled his eyes. “Don’t test my patience here, brat.”

Eren huffed and didn’t respond, averting his gaze even though he was straddling Levi again. For a long moment, the moderator reading out the nominations for the next category was the only thing breaking through the tension-filled air. It was awkward. They had never felt uncomfortable speaking to each other before.

“So…you’re not gonna tell me what’s bothering you?” Eren eventually said, eyeing him tauntingly.

Letting out a long sigh, Levi pinched the bridge of his nose, gathering the courage to come clean.

“You won’t comment, and you won’t tell anyone.” He threatened with one last glare.

“Oh, is it something embarrassing?”

“Eren.” He warned, his tone serious and his fingers pinching Eren’s side.  

“Okay, fine. I won’t tell a soul.” Eren agreed, rolling his eyes at the request.

So Levi confessed. Fast, like ripping off a bloody band aid. “The first thing I wanted to do when my management told me about the possibility of getting nominated was to tell my mom about the news. But well… she’s dead. She always believed I would make it big, and she was right. But it feels just so irrelevant now…” He swallowed, voicing his sorrow out loud hurt even more than just living with the ache in his chest, “Without her here. It feels wrong. We watched the Oscars together when I was a child, you know? She told me my future was just as bright as the golden trophy and she would be there to see me shine. Not happening now, I guess.”

Eren didn’t say anything. He just pulled Levi into a tight hug, and somehow, that was exactly what he needed.

-January 15, 2020-

Levi [01:24 PM]
Do you want to be my plus one?

Eren received Levi’s message in the middle of a photo shoot for his new Prada campaign. Seated in his chair while his stylist slicked back his hair for the next set of outfits, going for a wet look with faux water droplets running down his face, he paused mid-slurp of his spinach smoothie, staring at the text. It was a simple, emotionless question, typical of Levi. Communication was never Levi’s strong suit, except in direct, face-to-face conversations. Yet, Eren knew that asking this must have cost him some of his carefully maintained indifference. So he couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto his lips, and his cheeks flushed a lovely shade of red. To anyone else, the message might have seemed cold and calculated, but to Eren, it radiated warmth and – if Levi caught wind that he was even thinking the following word in the same sentence as his name, he would come for his head – vulnerability.

Just as quickly as the smile appeared, it faltered. This shouldn’t make him as happy as it did. Ignoring the strong thumping of his heart, his fingers typed a response without giving him the time to think it over.

Eren [01:27 PM]
okay ☺️

And just like that, Eren had himself a date for the Oscars, and it wasn’t his boyfriend. The worst part? He was sure he wouldn’t be half as excited if Reiner had been the one to ask the same question. But thank God, Eren Yeager was adept at ignoring every warning sign and his feelings. A real professional, one could say. Any therapist would probably pull their hairs out at his way to cope with unwanted feelings, but thankfully he wasn’t planning on engaging in some therapy any time soon.

Levi’s reply popped up on his screen a couple of minutes later.

Levi [01:40 PM]
👍

An amused snort escaped Eren’s lips as he read the reply. Levi was an old soul, and his texting style only reinforced that. What a fucking dad move. Fortunately for both of them, Eren loved calling him daddy more than anything else. Not that Levi minded; he had embraced their shared kink the very first time the word accidentally slipped from Eren’s mouth in bed. So locking his phone again he tried to drown the warm sensation in his belly by finishing his smoothie.

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@CPTNfan me right now:

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he… he’s holding him by the hip… I’m not okay 🥺😭❤️ #Leveren #Oscars2020 #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager
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is Eren really Levi’s date? #Oscars2020 #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager
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SBVJSBVB ARE THEY A COUPLE NOW? #ErenYeager #LeviAckerman #LeviAndEren
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Eren is such an asshole for dumping Reiner for such an old man. #ErenYeager #LeviAckerman #Oscars2020
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@braunsimp1 You’re such an asshole for thinking that Eren would do such a thing!
5:51 PM – February 9, 2020 – 59,012 Views
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reiniii 🖤 (@braunsimp1)
@godsawhorE What other reason is there for him to attend the Oscars with Levi, then???
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Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
@braunsimp1 OMG THEY ARE FRIENDS!!! FRIENDS! Look at the interview Eren gave at the carpet!!!! bit.ly/24xinZfy
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lyia (@oshi_boshi])
@braunsimp1 They’re both attendances bc they starred in a movie THAT IS NOMINATED IN 9 DIFFERENT CATEGORIES!!!!
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E L E R E N (@horkneebean)
@psssstmrtn “great friends and colleagues” my ass! 😒 @ErenYeager why r u lying to urself?
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BUT DID YOU SEE HOW LEVI GRABBED EREN’S HAND ON THE CARPET??? #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager #Leveren #Oscars2020
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@aotcrack should’ve grabbed his butt lol
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they’re ruining us all 😩 #LeviAndEren #LeverenIsReal #Leveren
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Reiner who? 🤭 #Oscars2020 #LeviAndEren
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Sorry guys, I can’t answer my phone right now. I’m busy drooling over the two hottest men in Hollywood 🥵😍😌 #Oscars2020 #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager #AttackOnTitan
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omg Eren is fucking shirtless under his suit jacket!!!! #ErenYeager #Oscars2020 #Slayeager
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@jqln666 and his makeup???? Fml it’s so pretty, the rhinestone titan marks under his eyes are stunning! 😭🙏💖
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@jqln666 AND LEVI HAS THE WINGS OF FREEDOM EMBROIDED ON THE BACK OF HIS JACKET???? AAAAHHHHHH
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@jqln666 @DaddyLewin69 They can’t do that to us! 😩😵‍💫 They will be the cause of my death 😭
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listen… levi has the wings and eren is wearing a fucking GOLD KEY around his neck! THE COMMITMENT TO THE ROLES HOLY SHIT #ErenYeager #LeviAckerman #Oscars2020 #aot #AttackOnTitan
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@itishugoshmugo the definition of THE power couple #Leveren
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@itishugoshmugo @NotASaint do you guys think they will kiss and make it official????? 👀
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@bianco7x7 That would literally break the internet 😳
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@bianco7x7 Naaaahhh they wouldn’t. Levi’s way too private 🙄😪
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Can they just finally admit that they are fucking? #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager #Leveren
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@giups12 You mean fucking with our feelings?? 🥲
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TMZ: February 10, 2020

A Romance Revived? Levi Ackerman and Eren Yeager Spark Speculation on the Red Carpet!

The 92^nd Academy Awards delivered more than just accolades and fashion statements; it reignited the buzz surrounding Levi Ackerman and Eren Yeager. Despite never confirming rumors of a behind-the-scenes fling, their red carpet appearance has left the world in shock and intrigue.

Levi Ackerman, nominated in the category Best Original Song for ‘Rumbling’ from the blockbuster movie Attack on Titan, caused quite a stir. Even though Eren is known to be in a relationship with real estate agent Reiner Braun, he attended the event on Levi’s arm, sparking fresh speculations about the nature of their relationship once again. Were they just teasing us, or is there something more to their chemistry?

Both actors looked dashing in custom Prada, paying tribute to their characters Aaron Kruger and Lewin Feldmann with their beautifully executed details such as the Survey Corps emblem stitched to the back of Levi’s suit or Eren’s collaboration with Swarovski to cover his face in sparkling titan marks. It was sure to say that heads turned as they made their way down the carpet. Levi, true to his stoic nature, maintained his usual icy demeanor, which only added to his allure. In stark contrast, Eren’s confident and charismatic smile lit up the event, making him a drool-worthy spectacle.

As they posed for pictures, Levi casually wrapped an arm around Eren’s waist, holding him close. The intimate yet friendly gesture didn’t escape the paparazzi, or the cameras of the official livestream, fueling the rumors of a deeper connection. The moment Levi reached for Eren’s hand and gently pulled him along into the theater only added to the speculation.

Fans and critics alike are left wondering: Is this just a show of solidarity between co-stars, or is there something more brewing behind the scenes? With Eren’s current relationship with Reiner Braun seemingly secure, the true nature of his and Levi’s bond remains shrouded in mystery. For now, the speculation continues, and the world watches closely to see what unfolds next for these two stars.

-February 9, 2020-

Levi was at the edge of his seat. Literally, it seemed like he was one wrong comment away from fleeing the theatre, hands grabbing the armrest like a lifeline, knuckles turning white and veins shining through. Eren could feel the tension radiating from him, and Levi’s bouncing leg felt like it was nearly causing a small but detectable earthquake in the Dolby Theatre. Eren’s attempts to calm him down had been futile. After handing Levi his fourth flute of champagne within the first hour of this whole ordeal, Eren had decided to keep further alcohol as far away from him as possible. It had only led to Levi snapping at anyone who dared to approach him with a question or a polite greeting, his filter basically vaporizing.

Eren knew Levi despised standing in the spotlight like this. It wasn’t comparable to his concert performances or his work as an actor, where he chose to be the center of attention on purpose. Here, Levi felt out of place, and he had told him so, muttering how unnecessary the entire event was and that he’d rather walk barefoot through shards of glass than fake excitement over his nomination. His disdain for much of Hollywood’s high society – especially actors like Kitz Woerman and Darius Zackly, nowadays known for their sexual allegations – only fueled his discomfort. Even Eren’s hand resting on his thigh did little to calm him down, which in turn made Eren increasingly nervous too. He had to do something about the wreck that was currently Levi Ackerman.

As applause erupted for the Best Sound Category winner, Eren removed his hand from Levi’s thigh and leaned in to whisper in his ear. He kept a wary eye on the cameras trying to capture candid moments in the audience. Despite Levi’s insistence that his unresolved mommy issues were off-limits for discussion, which were the origin to his bad mood and the fear of having to accept an award he deemed himself unworthy of, Eren knew he had to try and distract him. Anything to pull Levi out of his spiraling thoughts. Fuck, Eren felt sorry for him. He could only imagine how the missing support of Levi’s non-existent family must influence his increasing self-doubt.

“Babe…” Eren began, voice sweet and tender, “you need to relax.” It was a plea and if they weren’t surrounded by half of Hollywood’s elite and prying eyes, Eren would have surely kissed Levi’s worried frown right off his face. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option. He didn’t want to harm his rapidly evolving relationship with Reiner more than he already did behind closed doors. He was already dreading the tabloid headlines that would follow his and Levi’s red carpet appearance. Even though Reiner had been understanding about Levi’s request to be his plus one, he didn’t want to cause him unnecessary distress with the pictures or even videos flooding social media of him and Levi being touchy at the ceremony.

Levi scoffed, his frown only deepening. “I’m fucking trying.” His leg bounced faster, it almost felt like the entire floor was vibrating. He didn’t tear his eyes off the stage, his gaze fixed on the host and the composer whose name escaped Eren, exchanging the golden trophy glinting beautifully in the spotlights and reflecting its significance back into the crowd of actors and movie makers. It was a magnificent award, one Eren wondered how it would feel in his own hands since childhood. Never had he imagined he’d be attending the Academy Awards, let alone sitting next to his co-star and secret lover, the most talented and handsome man he knew, who was about to unravel into a nervous outburst. But here he was, nevertheless.

If there was one thing Eren knew for certain, it was that the best way to distract Levi from his low spirits was through some good old sex. Which sadly, wasn’t something he could offer right now. What he could offer, however, was a promise for what he wanted to engage in after the ceremony and the afterparty was over.

He looked at the stage once more and then at Levi, at the shining trophy that was more valuable than the ridiculously expensive suit he was wearing or the blood-red Swarovski crystals adorning his face. For him it was out of the question that anyone else but Levi would take home the Oscar; he would even bet on it. It had been a hot topic within the whole Attack on Titan movie production and cast for weeks. Even Elton John had stated in an interview that he was crossing his fingers for Levi to win instead of his own contribution.

Rumbling was a sensation. Everyone was obsessed with the song. It had topped the charts for ten weeks straight after the movie soundtrack’s release and held the number one spot for more than three. It was also a constant part of Eren’s on repeat playlist on Spotify, and if that had something to do with the fact that he always got a little hard when he listened to Levi’s growling, then that was a secret between him, his right hand, and his favorite dildo.

Just thinking about seeing Levi accepting the award made Eren shiver. He would look so indescribably hot and powerful, ready to rule the world and more importantly, ready to rule Eren. And he wanted Levi to be as excited as he was for his potential, and anticipated, win.

“If you win the Oscar, I’ll let you fuck me with it.” He blurted without thinking. But his words had the desired effect.

Levi whipped his head around, completely forgetting everything else and raised both of his eyebrows. “What did you just say?”

Keeping his mouth shut Eren fixed him a meaningful look, knowing damn well Levi had heard him right. The way Levi swallowed hard as he stared back at him confirmed it.  

It was a wild promise. One Eren wasn’t sure he could keep, after all, how does someone fuck another with an Oscar trophy? But at least Levi was busy thinking about the hypothetical possibility instead of losing it like he had been for the entire evening. Almost in trance, Eren nodded slowly, and Levi gave a single nod in return.

“Right.” Levi said, clearing his throat. He raised his fist to his mouth, then let his hand fall to his side, casually placing it on top of Eren’s thigh and squeezed it hard. “Right.”

Then, Levi turned his attention back to the show on stage. Glancing at the hand cradling his thigh, Eren took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. The darkening of Levi’s eyes didn’t go unnoticed by him, even in the dimmed light.

The next winner was announced, and he applauded again. Clapping and smiling in case the camera was filming his reaction. Levi on the other hand, didn’t. Instead, his fingers stroked the glittery fabric of Eren’s suit pants, rubbing circles into the skin and clearly holding back in wandering even higher between his thighs. It took everything in Eren to suppress his dick from getting hard. Because Levi had that effect on him.

Armin, to his other side, tapped him on the shoulder, making him flinch.

“Shit, I’m about to piss my pants. I’m so excited if Levi wins.” Armin whispered, his voice giddy and – oh fuck – they had reached the Best Original Song category. Shit.  

If Levi wasn’t about to faint, Eren would do so for him. It nearly felt like he was the one being nominated – as if he had to brace himself for the win or loss. And in some way, he did.

“I’ll join you.” Eren croaked, all breath caught in his throat as the presenter read off name after name from the card in her hands. They all sounded out of place until he heard “… Levi Ackerman, Rumbling, Attack on Titan…” echoing through the theatre. The camera zoomed in on Levi, taking a good shot of his unreadable face. He didn’t smile nor did he look annoyed or nervous. In a way, he appeared as collected as he did before they had entered the theatre. His hand still rested on Eren’s thigh, and Eren wanted to blush, knowing Levi was touching him in a way that could be considered inappropriate. Of course, it turned Eren on tremendously. His trousers tightened as he squirmed in his seat inconspicuously.

The entire room went quiet as everyone waited for the presenter to announce the winner. Out of nowhere, Armin reached out, lacing their fingers together. It felt like they were bracing for a jump scare.

The announcement of the winner left them in shambles anyway.

Levi’s fingers crumpled the fabric of Eren’s pants, accidentally pinching his skin, but Eren didn’t jolt at the sudden, sharp pain. He was in shock. Armin was in shock.

Levi was too.

The name resounded in the back of his head, settling there as rapturous applause filled the rows of the audience.

“Levi Ackerman, Rumbling.”

As the realization of Levi’s win settled in, so did an all-too familiar warmth in Eren’s chest. It was there, undeniable, and surprisingly welcome.

Coming back to reality, Eren cupped Levi’s shocked face between his hands and kissed him on the cheek without considering the consequences. “Your mum would be so proud…” he whispered against the side of Levi’s face, not caring about the camera zooming in on their interaction. “And I am too.” His words were sincere, an utterly honest confession and the feelings hidden under a pile of self-protecting ignorance knocked at the gates of his heart. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to kiss Levi on the lips, in an absolutely non-sexy way but filled to the brim with affection. At any other moment it would leave him scared shitless. Presently, he was occupied celebrating the man who clutched his thigh like a crutch.   

Little by little a timid smile crept onto Levi’s face. Dragging a hand through his dark hair, he gave Eren’s leg a short pat, taking his hand in his and kissing his knuckles in a silent ‘thank you’. They locked eyes for a moment before Levi eventually stood up, making his way to the stage with so much confidence in his every step that Eren sagged into his seat with a relieved sigh.

As Levi accepted the award and held it in both hands, Eren was ready to burst with pride and die. Seeing Levi standing there with a happy grin he couldn’t suppress, gazing at the trophy in his hold with watery eyes and chuckling to himself must have been one of the most majestic and wholesome things Eren had ever witnessed.

“Holy shit. He did it.” Armin stated in complete awe beside him, still clapping even though most of the crowd had returned to silence.

“He did.” Eren agreed, clutching his chest with both of his hands to keep his feelings in check.

*** ***

Drunk.

Levi was drunk or more fitting, fucking wasted. He never would have guessed that an invitation to the Vanity Fair Oscar Party would lead to him chugging one shot of tequila after another with Armin, Connie and Sasha. But here he was. Somewhere in the midst of all the celebrating, their director and the team of the makeup department had joined in. Their movie had won four awards – four fucking prestigious trophies entire Hollywood coveted. Nobody had believed they would be as successful as they were, which probably explained their excessive alcohol consumption.

Reeling, he tried to keep his newly filled glass of whiskey balanced as he made his way over to Eren, who was chilling with Jean and Mikasa in one of the more secluded lounge areas of the venue. Even from afar, Eren stood out. His exposed, toned torso was covered by nothing but an open, sparkling suit jacket – a look that was just a bit over the top but perfect in the best way – it was so utterly Eren.

The word ‘stunning’ echoed in Levi’s mind as his gaze roamed over Eren’s body. As far as he could tell, Eren had clearly reached the stage of slurring and babbling too, gesturing wildly with his hands and almost falling forward. Mikasa, sandwiched between him and Jean, pushed Eren back into the leather couch to prevent him from landing in her lap. An empty tray of nine shot glasses was placed on the small table in front of the trio, Eren’s iPhone beside it, remnants of a line of coke on the dark screen and a black American Express credit card next to it.

Head dizzy and limbs heavy, Levi downed the liquor in one big gulp. It burned as it ran down his throat, reaching his stomach, and he internally counted to three before taking a deep breath to keep the alcohol from coming back up. Stumbling into the free spot next to Eren, his hand immediately curled around Eren’s shoulder, tugging him close as he buried his face into his neck, biting down. It wasn’t his smoothest entrance, but it was fine under the given circumstances.

A small whimper escaped Eren’s lips as Levi looked at Eren’s friends. Jean smirked at them, dressed in a navy-blue Gucci suit decorated with golden flower embroideries around the collar, while Mikasa matched his outfit in a complementary dress, eyeing Levi’s public display of affection with her typical unreadable expression.

“Oi, superstar!” Jean cheered with an amused laugh, grabbing for the unopened champagne bottle on the floor next to his feet. “We gotta toast!” He fiddled with the cork, directing the neck away from the group. “Haven’t had the chance to congratulate you on the win!” With a loud pop, the sparkling wine spilled out of the bottle, drenching the floor and Jean’s shoes.

“Fuck no.” Levi groaned into Eren’s skin, relishing the taste of expensive perfume on his lips as Eren leaned into the touch and laced their fingers together on his bare stomach. “One more drink, and I’ll throw up.”

It was the truth. He could already feel his gut revolting, trying to keep down the strong liquor that had been his only meal for the last five hours.

“I can see that.” Mikasa chuckled, patting him on the knee. “Maybe you should get some water and something to eat.” She offered, scanning the room for one of the many waiters.

“I know what I wanna eat.” Levi slurred into Eren’s ear, unfortunately not as quietly as intended thanks to his intoxicated brain, resulting in gagging noises from both Jean and his wife. Eren shuddered in his hold, untangling their fingers to place Levi’s hand flat on his bare skin, right above the waistband of his trousers.

“You should really try and sober up.” Mikasa said, always the voice of reason, cutting through the rapidly rising sexual tension between them. She waved at one of the servers to replace the empty water bottle on the table.

Pondering the suggestion, Levi kissed Eren’s neck and breathed him in again. He smelled indescribably good. Desirable, and desiring him Levi did. So fucking much.

But he was aware that sex wouldn’t ensue if he couldn’t even walk straight, let alone make it back to the hotel safely. The hotel wasn’t far – just two blocks down the road – but still, Mikasa had a point. Right now, starting something steamy wouldn’t do him or Eren any favors. His head started spinning again, Jean was suddenly doubling, sprouting a nameless twin as Levi examined him cross-eyed. Blinking against the brain fog and his reduced perception, he nodded slowly and rested his chin on Eren’s shoulder. Unintentionally, a satisfied smile spread across his face.

“Okay.” He finally agreed, eyelids drooping as he exhaled. The position was nice; Eren’s shoulder was comfortable and offered the right support for his heavy, torpid head.

For a while, no one said anything. Levi tried to stay conscious while Eren’s fingers rubbed circles into the back of his hand, leaning even more into his chest. The soft sounds of people chatting, of music playing, and glasses clinking filled the room, and for a moment, Levi was about to fall asleep. It was a nice feeling, being huddled up with Eren and his friends on the couch, his blood spiked with tequila, whiskey, and champagne, and his senses fully concentrated on the caress of Eren’s tender touch.

“So, Montana,” Jean broke the comfortable silence, addressing Eren. Levi’s eyes opened languidly. Jean’s doppelgänger was gone, but his vision was still blurred. “What’s your plan for the rest of the night?”

“Not sure you wanna hear about that.” Eren chuckled, craning his neck to meet Levi’s eyes. Their noses touched, and Levi knew he had to sober the fuck up for his own and Eren’s sake. Without a second thought, he breached the small distance between their faces and slotted their lips together. Somewhere far away, he could hear Mikasa’s and Jean’s annoyed groans, but he didn’t care at all.

*** ***

Three hours, two water bottles, and four pizza slices each later, Levi pushed Eren onto the king-size bed in his hotel room. Eren met the soft sheets with his back, instantly spreading his legs as an invitation for Levi to crawl between them.

But he didn’t. Instead, he threw the trophy he was carrying carelessly onto the mattress, where it landed beside Eren with a thud. The once anonymous award was now engraved with his name, and the heaviness it had carried ahead of the night was gone. All thanks to the man waiting to fall apart on his cock.

Levi’s already half-hard dick stirred even more in his pants than it had in the back of the limousine, where Eren had crawled into his lap, grinding their clothed erections together as he panted into his mouth. Yeah, the car ride back to the hotel had been nothing but nice.

He wasn’t sober or anything, but he was clear-headed enough to know exactly what he wanted to do now that they were alone. Shaking off his jacket, he watched as Eren let a hand slip into the front of his dress pants to lazily play with his own dick. Not taking his eyes off the real prize of the evening, Levi didn’t say a single word while he unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time.

“Baby…” He eventually whimpered as Eren pushed down his trousers to show off his blood red lace panties. They matched the makeup under his eyes, the crystals reflecting in the overhead light, making the color of his teal eyes pop even more. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He said in fascination, watching Eren’s hand wander into his underwear to grab his dick again. It didn’t matter that he was repeating his statement over and over again, that he was mumbling it against Eren’s skin every chance he got. He would say it a thousand times more because nothing was as true as his declaration of Eren Yeager’s beauty.

Seeing him ready to be ravished left Levi feeling euphoric.

“Am I?” Eren asked, breath faltering as he leisurely stroked his cock, letting the tip poke out of the waistband of the panties. He was still wearing the glittery suit jacket, but his skin underneath the fabric was flushed and damp.

“Mhm,” Levi nodded, half in trance, the last button finally undone as he removed his shirt, “so beautiful.”

“Well…” Licking his lips, Eren moved a hand to one of his nipples and pinched it between his fingers, moaning softly, “why don’t you show me how beautiful I am?”

“I will.” Levi said intently as he finally knelt between Eren’s legs on the edge of the bed, extending his hand to touch the pretty swollen head of Eren’s dick. It glistened with a first drop of precum and it was looking so damn inviting that Levi scooted down onto the carpeted floor with his knees, wrapping his lips around the swollen tip and tasting Eren’s salty essence like it was the sweetest dessert in the whole world.

The slightly bitter flavor filled his senses as he lapped him up, flattening out his tongue and taking him deeper into his mouth. A content hum left his lungs as he stared up at Eren trembling and writhing under the sinful doings of his tongue.

Eren rocked his hips into his mouth, lips falling open in a loud gasp, throwing his head back into the sheets. Grabbing Levi’s hair, he pulled at the short strands and pushed him against his groin. Levi swallowed his length with ease, letting out another satisfied moan. The musky smell of Eren filled his nostrils with pure bliss as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the silky skin on his tongue and the pulsing length prodding at the back of his throat.

“Fuck, Levi – Levi, please!” Eren begged as Levi pulled off to give a quick kiss to the tip of his cock and dipped his tongue into the slit.

It twitched under his teasing ministrations, and Levi lived for it. Curling a hand around Eren’s shaft, he jerked him off at a languid pace, occasionally swallowing him down again until his nose was buried in the freshly trimmed hair at Eren’s base and his chin brushed against the ruffled lace of the red panties. He could go on like this forever – happy to feel Eren stretching his lips and challenging his gag reflex. He knew Eren loved the view of him blowing his brains out, looking up at him with his silver, luscious eyes like he did right now. Yes, Levi knew the effect he had on Eren; it was no secret. Eren could rant for hours about how his grey and cold eyes made him weak in the knees, how one single stare was enough for him to surrender to his every demand.  

As Eren’s dick hit the back of his throat again, Levi’s own cock throbbed in his trousers. It was a reminder that he didn’t put a single hand on himself yet and that he should do something about the increasing pressure in his groin so he wouldn’t combust. Letting up from Eren’s dick with one last kiss to its glans, Levi pushed the thin fabric covering Eren’s crotch to the side, licking a long stripe from the tip of Eren’s cock down to his balls and even lower down to the crease of his ass.

“Ngh, Levi…” Eren sighed in pleasure, squirming under the careful doing of Levi’s tongue and spreading his legs even more, angling his knees and hooking them over Levi’s bare shoulders.

Swiping his tongue over Eren’s perineum and sucking a kiss into the velvety soft skin, Levi started to unzip his pants, pulling out his neglected erection that was straining in his now too-tight underwear. 

“Fuck, I love your ass so much.” He groaned out as he pumped his length. It pulsed in his hold as he nuzzled his nose between Eren’s cheeks, letting his teeth graze the puckered entrance.  

“I – I know – you –” Eren moaned even louder, fingers tugging painfully at Levi’s hair when Levi’s tongue plunged into his hole, “you tell me t-that quite – oh God – often.”

Removing himself from Eren’s ass and crawling up between his thighs onto the mattress, Levi leaned down so their lips almost brushed. His breath fanned over Eren’s parted lips, his fingers hooking into the sides of the sinful lace and dragging it down. Slowly so, throwing it away next to Eren’s dress pants. As their eyes locked, a dark storm meeting the shimmery water of the ocean, Levi was ready to drown.

“Because you need to understand what you’re doing to me.” His voice was low, a mixture of a growl and rasped sweet confession, almost turning into a whisper at the end.

“I…” Eren’s hand left his hair and cupped his cheek instead, thumb stroking his wet bottom lip and smearing saliva around his mouth, “I think I do.” Tilting his head upward, he smiled. “The feeling’s mutual.”

And just like that, Levi realized something. Something big with ensuing consequences.

There certainly were strings attached to his heart. Moreover, they tugged, hard. It was a bittersweet sensation, scary but indescribably pleasing at the same time. He had never encountered anything comparable before. Rather than taking out the scissors and cutting them off, he did the unthinkable; closing the small remaining gap between his and Eren’s lips, he kissed him, letting the warm pain in his chest take over his body and mind. He let Eren consume him wholly, with the drag of his tongue, with the hand resting on his cheek, with his legs wrapping around his waist, with his cock rubbing against his own, with every little whimper and whine into his mouth.

“Fuck.” Levi panted when they broke apart, resting his forehead against Eren’s. “I feel like I’m high or something.” It wasn’t a new discovery, because Eren Yeager really was the most addictive drug of them all, yet his head trying to cope with the man heightening his senses and the alcohol trying to muffle them at the same time was pulling him under.

“I mean… we could surely increase that.” Eren grinned and nudged his nose against Levi’s.  

“Oh?” Bringing some distance between their faces, Levi lifted an eyebrow and blinked a few times. He didn’t see double like he’d done back at the party, but it took some time to bring Eren’s eyes back into focus.

Nodding, Eren let his hand slip between their bodies and into the inner pocket of his jacket. “I still got some coke.”

An incredulous snort escaped Levi’s lips. Eren just knew how to spice things up even more and how to turn an amazing night into an (un)forgettable one.

“How much?”

Pulling out the tiny transparent bag, Eren held it above his head with a grin. “Should be just enough for the two of us.” He wiggled his eyebrows challengingly.

“Can I snort it off your ass?” Levi asked. It had always been his favorite way to enjoy coke. Maybe somewhere buried underneath all the glimmer, glamour, and fame was a gangster rapper hidden, who would love to write a poem about drugs and butts. Or actually, just a horny singer who wanted to dedicate a song to the art of snorting cocaine off Eren Yeager’s magnificent bum.

Blinking up at him and biting his lip, Eren cupped Levi’s erection and squeezed, eliciting a staggered groan from him. “Can I do it off your dick?”

“Deal.” Levi breathed as he tried to collect himself. The things Eren did to him…

“You wanna go first?” Eren asked, his hand still palming Levi’s cock.

With a curt nod, Levi retreated from between Eren’s legs, standing up and ridding himself of his pants completely. “Mhm… get on your belly for me, yeah?”

Finally brushing off the glittery suit jacket, Eren complied with a smile while Levi bent down to search for a bank note in the pocket of his discarded trousers. Pulling out a $50, he kneeled behind Eren again.

He marveled at him lying on the sheets for a moment, entranced by the stark contrast between Eren’s tanned, golden skin and the white linen. Even the abandoned Oscar trophy next to Eren’s head wasn’t a match to his elegance. Nothing would ever be as alluring as Eren ready to be used and wrecked.

Rolling up the dollar note to form a straw, Levi tapped Eren’s ass. “Come on baby, spread your cheeks for me like a good boy.”

Doing as he was told, Eren grabbed both of his cheeks, pulling them apart and showing off his still slightly wet and glistening hole. Unable to stop himself, Levi bent down and placed a quick kiss on the rosy rim. But he had to stop himself there; after all, he had some drugs to take. Thus, Levi opened the tiny sachet and poured as best as he could – careful not to spill any of the expensive powder – a small trail between Eren’s hole and his balls. It wasn’t a perfect line or anything, but it would suffice for its purpose. Ultimately, he just wanted to indulge in other things as fast as possible.

Without further ado, Levi aligned the straw with the path of white, pinched his left nostril shut, and inhaled as deeply as possible through the other one as he dragged the dollar note along the messy line. The sharp sting in his nose was immediately followed by a rush of euphoria. Exhilarated, he threw his head back, his hand gripping Eren’s ass fiercely, his nails digging into the plump flesh.

“Holy shit!” He exclaimed, chest heaving rapidly as he tried to process the sensation coursing through his veins and spreading inside his system. The dizziness he had felt beforehand was completely gone. Instead, he felt wide awake and ready to run a marathon. He felt fucking amazing.

“Alright there?” Eren asked, still holding his position, but the amusement in his voice didn’t slip past Levi’s attention.  

“Yesss.” Levi dragged out the word, scrambling forward, he buried his face against Eren’s ass.

Eren squealed the moment he licked around his rim and tried to wriggle out of the iron grip on his cheeks and hip.

“Ahh – stop! It’s – my god – my turn, you wank – ah!” Eren complained rather loudly in between involuntary moans, but Levi ignored him, dipping his tongue into the tight ring of muscle and groaning against his teint. He was simply too delicious and soft. Smelling like heaven and sin at once. Like the elixir of Levi’s life and his downfall.

“That’s – ah – n-not fair.” Eren went on, and when Levi didn’t relent, he just kicked him straight in the gut with his heel. It did the job.

With a low grunt, Levi finally let up from Eren’s ass and held his stomach. Thankfully, the pain cleared some of his lust and cocaine-driven thoughts.

“Okay, okay.” He appeased, ruffling his hair with a hand and rubbing the spot where Eren’s foot had met his skin. “How do you want to do this?”

“Lie on your back and hold your dick down.” Eren ordered with a wicked smile.

Following through with the command, Levi took a free spot on the mattress, resting his head on his underarm as his other hand gave his cock a testing tug. Happy with his position, Eren shuffled around until he was lying on his stomach, prodded on his elbows, opening the bag of coke. As Levi held the head of his cock down on his abdomen, Eren drizzled the last remnants of cocaine onto its underside from the base to the tip. As he did, the cold metal of the golden key around Eren’s neck brushed his thigh, letting Levi’s abs contract out of reflex.

“Do you need the bill?” Levi wanted to know, holding up the rolled-up dollar note, trying to distract himself from the strange sensation on the sensitive skin of his dick. He had a hard time concentrating on staying put and not moving, charged with energy and the urge to fuck Eren into oblivion.

“Nah, I’m good…” Eren negated, letting the empty bag fall to his side, “wanna smell you.” As if to emphasize his statement, Eren leaned down and nuzzled his nose into the dark curly hair around the base of Levi’s length and inhaled deeply, eyes rolling to the back of his head, lids fluttering. “God, I’d buy a fragrance of your dick if I got the chance.”

If Levi didn’t say the exact same thing about Eren’s cock and ass on a regular basis, he would declare Eren as mentally deranged for his comment. Sadly, he was just as obsessed with Eren’s scent as it was the other way around. In all honesty, it was pathetic… how he would bury his nose in Eren’s armpit and breathe in his sweat as if he smelled of roses and rainbows, which he didn’t. No, he emanated something so raw and pure, something so utterly bright and perfect, that Levi couldn’t even find the right words to describe what Eren’s natural scent was doing to him.

Dragging his nose along the line on Levi’s length with one nostril pinched shut, Eren joined Levi at the gates of Colombian heaven. Levi gave him exactly five seconds to collect himself before he jumped him in a randy haze.

“I need to fuck you now.” He muttered against Eren’s lips, licking into his mouth, sucking at his tongue and grinding their crotches together fervently.

Eren met his movements with enthusiasm, moaning long and high, clutching at his shoulder and backside as his nails dug into Levi’s skin, leaving angry red marks.

“Please, please, please.” Eren chanted in between more passionate and sloppy kisses, biting at Levi’s bottom lip and pulling at it with his teeth. “Fuck me. Ruin me. Wreck me. Tear me apart, I don’t care.” He babbled, clearly not registering what he was even asking for, too high and too far gone. Shaking in his hold, he sobbed when Levi straightened up and stumbled off the bed. “Don’t leave.” Eren whined and started to suck three of his fingers into his mouth, coating them in saliva and moaning around them like a fucking porn star.

Levi didn’t want to leave. He really didn’t. It took all his willpower to drag himself out of the bed and towards his suitcase. The sight of Eren was nothing but complete torture, but he had to grab the goddamn lube.

Rummaging through his clothes, he exhaled in relief when his fingers curled around the plastic bottle he was looking for. “Just a second, baby.” He reassured Eren, who was starting to jerk himself off, squirming in his spot on the sheets as he let out desperate whimpers. Sometimes Levi forgot how needy cocaine made Eren, and right now, as he made his way back to the bed and stared at the quivering man with glassy eyes and swollen lips, choking himself with his own fingers, Levi knew he was the only savior able to mend Eren’s agony.

Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he made himself comfortable between Eren’s legs. Spreading them as far apart as possible, Eren sat up, cupped the back of Levi’s neck in a hand and pulled him down onto his torso. As Eren latched onto his chest, bruising him with new hickeys, Levi uncapped the bottle of lube and poured some onto his fingers, which was rather difficult pressed against Eren’s front. Trailing them down between his and Eren’s body, and even lower down between Eren’s thighs he hummed in satisfaction when he reached his target. Rubbing his fingers around the puckered hole and slicking it up, he didn’t wait for Eren’s approval or reaction before he pushed the first finger inside.

Eren’s back arched off the bed as he let out a shocked gasp, clutching onto Levi’s upper arm and neck.

“More.” He panted, not even waiting until Levi’s finger was all the way in.

“Jesus, Eren… you sure?” Levi eyed him doubtfully.

“Fucking get on with it, I need your dick, you dick!” Eren straight out yelled, sucking his finger in and clenching around it.

Ignoring the insult, Levi complied and inserted a second finger, shoving it into the tight heat until his knuckles met Eren’s rim. Intrigued by Eren’s reaction, he watched Eren’s face scrunching up in pleasure, his mouth falling open in a high moan, eyelids fluttering shut and head tilting to the side. He could be straight out of a renaissance painting, all soft and pliable, the tears mixing with the shimmering rhinestones on his cheeks and the long brown hair framing his face like a beautiful halo. Perhaps Eren had escaped Michelangelo’s ceiling of the Sistine Chapel or maybe he was the embodiment of Monet’s lily pond. Levi wouldn’t know for sure, but he wouldn’t question it either.

Fuck, the drugs were speaking out of him.

Shaking himself from his wandering thoughts about Eren and art, he started to move his fingers in and out, scissoring them to stretch Eren as quickly as possible. He wasn’t even trying for Eren’s prostate or anything, yet Eren whimpered, his dick leaking precum on his stomach and Levi’s chest.

“Another.” Eren demanded, wriggling around his fingers.

Stunned, Levi complied with a third one. This time though, he curled his fingers the moment they were settled and aimed directly for Eren’s sweet spot. Crying out, Eren released all over himself, without any warning or any sign that his orgasm was impending. And it left them both speechless. Levi stared at the man beneath him in disbelief, slightly confused to say the least and caught off guard.  

“Uhm…” He wasn’t even sure what he was going to say, his fingers frozen inside of Eren’s pliant and relaxed body.

“Shit, didn’t see that coming.” Eren panted as he came to his senses, shooting Levi an apologetic smile.

Literally, Levi thought. 

“Me neither.” He returned, still a bit blindsided.

Slowly, he picked up where he had stopped, dragging his fingers in and out of Eren as he carefully watched his flushed face. Eren’s breath was still trying to find its rhythm again, but he didn’t complain as Levi spread his fingers apart to stretch him some more. Eyes locking, Eren let go of Levi’s arm and ran his thumb through the puddle of cum on his belly, guiding it to his mouth and licking it clean.

“Fuck.” Levi said in complete astonishment before he captured Eren’s cum smeared lips into an open-mouthed kiss, trying to taste the mixture of Eren’s semen and saliva. Tangling their tongues and kissing him like he wanted to swallow him whole, he withdrew his fingers from Eren’s hole and blindly fumbled for the bottle of lube. With one last lick inside of Eren’s mouth and nibble at his chin, Levi sat up between his legs and slicked up his achingly hard cock.

Dragging his finger through the warm pool on his stomach a second time, already on his way to lick it off again, Levi caught Eren’s wrist in his hand and moved it up to his own mouth. He stared at him as he entered Eren the same time as he closed his lips around the finger coated in cum. He sighed at the feeling of Eren’s walls squeezing around him, sucking him in, and at the flavor of Eren’s pleasure on his tongue.

“Fuck.” Eren echoed, crossing his ankles behind Levi’s back and pulling him even closer.

Levi thrusted in all the way then, bottoming out and groaning loudly with Eren’s finger slipping from his lips. It smeared his chin with drool as it fell on the sheets. They were both looking incredibly messy, the Swarovski crystals on Eren’s face receding the longer they were going at it, and Levi’s carefully styled undercut ruffled, sweaty, his skin covered in fresh scratches and a remarkable love bite. He wouldn’t have it any other way. So without further ado, he leaned down and bit into Eren’s shoulder blade, leaving his mark in the tanned, damp skin.

“Baby…” Levi moaned, shuddering as he started to slowly move in and out of Eren’s hole. It was hot, tight, and smooth. The perfect drag, and his cock twitched as Eren’s muscles clenched around him. “God, Eren…” He wasn’t even fully registering that he was saying Eren’s name like a glorification, praying to whoever it was who had created such a miracle.

“Levi, shit – feels so – ugh – full… so good…” Eren returned, fingers clawing at his sides and hips trying to meet his movements.  

Picking up the pace then, Levi pulled out all the way before he pushed in with one harsh thrust. Punching the air straight out of Eren, he left him gasping and wheezing. He repeated it over and over again, snapping his hips forward and grinding into Eren’s ass until Eren was left shaking as he hit his prostate with perfected precision. The legs around his waist trembled but tried to pull him even closer. Eren’s cock was trapped between their bellies, straining and adding new drops of precum to the mess that was smeared between their bodies. It was slick and dirty and everything Levi’s blissed-out brain craved.

He could feel the pleasure in his groin tightening with every thrust, so he wrapped a hand around one of Eren’s legs and hoisted it over his shoulder, spreading him even wider so he could reach even deeper parts inside of him. They moaned simultaneously, Eren’s high-pitched whine meeting Levi’s low groan, their lips meeting in between the noises of lust, slotting together in a messy, spit-filled, open-mouthed kiss. Levi wasted no time licking into Eren’s mouth with fervor, rubbing their tongues together as he continued fucking him ferociously.

Breaking the kiss, Levi panted heavily as he stared at a completely debauched Eren. His lips were puffy and red, almost glowing and oh so plump as they glistened with their mixed saliva. His eyes were red-rimmed and glassy, cheeks flushed and barely covered in the last rhinestones that were now scattered around the sheets. Tilting his head forward, Eren tried to capture his mouth into a kiss again.

“I wanna – nghh – taste you.” Eren keened, grabbing for Levi’s hand next to his head and guiding a finger to his lips. “Please.” He begged with dilated pupils, eyes wide and filled with desire.

Levi knew what that meant. It happened before – not too often, but it was something he wasn’t opposed to in the slightest. In fact, he found it to be rather hot.

Slowing down his hips, he freed his hand from Eren’s grip and cupped his chin and jaw between his fingers, pressing down so Eren would open his mouth as wide as he could. His tongue fell out, ready to accept the anticipated treat, and Levi offered. Gathering as much spit as he could he leaned over Eren and let it trickle down into his awaiting mouth. Staring at each other, Eren closed his lips and swallowed with a satisfied smile and Levi had to close his eyes to stop himself from finishing right there.

“Yummy.” Eren giggled but ended in a moan as Levi moved faster again, pounding into his ass and impaling him with his cock. “Fuck, yes!”

“You’re,” Levi panted, snapping his hips, “unbelievable.” But even with his eyes shut, the feeling of Eren around him and the wonderful sounds he was making were too much to hold off his orgasm for any longer. He managed three more thrusts straight against Eren’s sweet spot, and he was spilling his load deep inside of him, reaching his climax with an inhuman groan from the depth of his chest, his entire body shaking with waves of pleasure, shocking him and leaving him gasping for air. He collapsed on top of Eren, head falling heavily onto his ribcage, with his mouth agape, still trying suck fresh oxygen into his lungs.

As Levi came down from his high, head resting on Eren’s bare chest, his drool running on Eren’s nipple, Eren’s hand reached out beside him. Carefully straightening up, Levi saw that Eren was holding the forgotten Oscar in his hand, eyeing it curiously. Still inside of him, Levi watched the scene unfold almost in slow motion. Glancing at Levi once, Eren smirked and wrapped his lips around the golden head and sucked, hollowing his cheeks.

“Mhh…” Eren hummed, swirling his tongue around the head of the trophy shining between his wet lips, it left his mouth with a ‘pop’, “tastes like success.”

Fuck and if those words didn’t wander straight to Levi’s spent cock. It twitched pathetically inside Eren.

“Do you…” Levi didn’t even know where he was going with his question, breathing still accelerated as he stared at Eren blowing his award, “wanna know what it feels like too?”

Perhaps it was the cocaine and the alcohol speaking, or maybe both and a mixture of the promise Eren had given him at the ceremony that kind of stuck in his head and wasn’t ready to be left forgotten, because he wanted Eren to follow through with his offer. He wanted it so bad. It was something he didn’t know he needed but now that the opportunity was lying in his bed, naked and ready for him to take, he wasn’t sure he could go on with his life without at least trying to spread Eren open with the golden Oscar.

“Fuck yeah.” Eren answered way too fast, nodding his head frantically.

“Fuck yeah.” Levi agreed.

Pulling out of Eren with a hiss, he scrambled for the bottle of lube again. Kneeling between Eren’s open legs, he watched how his cum languidly but steadily oozed out of the used hole. And if he didn’t want to push it right back in with the trophy that Eren was still licking like a lollipop, he would have eaten his jizz right out of him. Slathering his hands in the cool lotion, he shoved four fingers into Eren’s ass without further warning.

Spluttering around the Oscar in his mouth Eren moaned and arched his back, his cock jolting beautifully and angry red against his stomach. As he spread his fingers apart to make room for a fifth and final one, Levi witnessed how Eren’s face scrunched up in bliss, trophy falling from his lips onto his chest as his hands buried themselves into the damp sheets for support. Adding his pinky into the tight fit, Levi gazed at the way Eren’s body was adjusting to his fingers perfectly before he pushed his hand in up to his knuckles. Eren’s wails intensified, getting louder and even higher. When he rocked his fingers forth and backward, Eren straight out sobbed.

“Oh fuck!” He exclaimed, knuckles fisting the soft cotton, almost tearing it apart. “That’s so intense.” It surely looked like it, Eren’s rim puffy and red, smothered in cum and lube, his thighs trembling and his breath quickening, getting more ragged with each twist of Levi’s hand.

Levi stretched him some more, not breaching him past his knuckles but making sure the walls felt more loose around him before he removed his hand completely, leaving Eren’s hole gaping and dripping wet. Reaching out, he took the trophy still resting on Eren’s chest in his slicked-up hand and drizzled it in lubricant as well.

He examined the award for a second; it was heavy and cold. The head would easily glide into Eren, probably slipping in without restrain. There were no sharp edges; it was polished and neat, but the shoulders would be a different story. They stood out, the girth widening even further at the arms. Levi wasn’t sure if Eren was able to take the trophy up to its middle, but they could certainly try.

“Ready?” Levi asked, giving Eren a once-over, making sure he was fine before they would carry on.

“Uh-huh.” Eren breathed out, a soft smile on his debauched face.

So Levi positioned the trophy at his entrance, pushing one of Eren’s knees up against his stomach to make the angle more comfortable before he shoved the award in. He did it in slow-motion, carefully watching Eren’s face until his eyes peered down at Eren’s accommodating hole around the cool gold that bore Levi’s Name. The thought that he didn’t just claim Eren through love bites and his cock alone, but through the insertion of his win was overwhelming. Even though Levi knew this moment wasn’t to last and tomorrow they would go their separate ways again – Eren flying to New York for some work with Vogue and Levi flying back to Europe – he cherished it to the last second.

“How does it feel?” He murmured, kissing Eren’s inner thigh and running his nose along the heated skin. He stopped pushing further when the golden head was fully sheathed by Eren’s walls.

“C-cold…” Eren breathed out, wetting his lips with his tongue, “kinda strange… but good.”

Squeezing his thigh in encouragement, Eren gave a smiling nod to continue. The second Levi pushed the trophy further, Eren let out a shriek, his leg kicking out uncontrollably.

“Oh fuck!” Eren yelled, head falling back into the sheets, revealing the flexing muscles of his throat, eyes pinched shut and face distorted in something that could be read as either pleasure or pain.

Alarmed, Levi stopped in his tracks, waiting for Eren to say something, scared he had actually hurt him.

Eyes opening in confusion, Eren stared at him. “Why did you stop?” He eventually breathed out. Which, Levi didn’t expect at all, and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the upset glare Eren sent in his direction.

“You scared me a second there.” He explained between chuckles, still with no intention to proceed.

“Yeah, same.” Eren agreed, furrowing his brows, probably recapitulating what had happened with him, “that felt crazy.”

“But in a good way?” Levi asked hesitantly as he kissed Eren’s knee, still not fully convinced that Eren was alright to take more of the trophy.

“Hell yes.”

Apparently, he was.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Levi pushed the metal in further. Eren’s legs kicked again, his face contorting in pleasure, a high whine falling from his lips. And Levi was rendered speechless, watching in awe how Eren took the award like a pro, his cock jerking, ready to spill his second orgasm.

Yes, he thought, the best thing that came out of the movie surely wasn’t the trophy in his hand but the man falling apart beneath his touch, stretched wide and open, as Levi pushed it even deeper.

It was a captivating sight, magnificent. Seeing Eren so vulnerable and lost in the pleasure and pain, writhing and mewling, and all for Levi to admire. The little sobs joining the moans were music to his ears, the sweetest melody, precisely crafted for him to enjoy. He was sure Reiner could never elicit such noises from Eren. It was simply impossible.

As the arms of the trophy disappeared inside Eren’s stretched and sore hole, Eren reached out and stopped Levi’s hand from shoving the Oscar in any further.

“I-I think that’s – phew – enough.” Eren stammered, eyes unfocused, his chest and face flushed in the loveliest shade of red, a single tear trailing down his cheek.

“What do you want me to do?” Levi whispered against Eren’s thigh, sucking a bruise on its inner side before he shot Eren a soft and encouraging smile.

He was doing so well; Levi had never thought he would be lucky enough to witness such an overwhelming thing. If someone was to ask him what his three favorite moments of all time were, he wouldn’t hesitate to put this one right here with Eren on the winner’s podium.

“Pull it out slowly.” Eren instructed, eyes meeting his own. 

Complying, Levi did as he was told. Slowly, he dragged the trophy out, and with each inch that left Eren’s body, Eren’s soul did too.

Eren cried out loud and screeching, wailing as he shook uncontrollably. And as the golden head popped out of his hole, Eren came with a silent scream all over himself, some cum even hitting his chin. And if that wasn’t everything Levi had aspired to see before he would die old and alone.

If Eren wasn’t everything Levi had ever wanted…

But the thought was lost when he woke up the next day, with the biggest headache he had felt in years and Eren complaining that he couldn’t move a single muscle and get out of bed because his ass felt like it had been ripped apart and pinched with a dozen tiny needles.

Chapter Text

-June 27, 2020-

No. This wasn’t anything like the melody in Levi’s head. What filled the room wasn’t just wrong – it was a full-on assault to his ears, a train wreck of dissonance and disaster.

Was no one but him seeing – or at this point hearing – the vision? Apparently, his bandmates were a little bit lost when it came to transforming Levi’s idea into actual enjoyable music, and he was one botched chord away from slamming his head into the outboard gear in front of him.

As Mike stumbled through another riff with his bass – completely disconnected from the e-piano soundtrack Levi had painstakingly laid down as their guide – he couldn’t take it anymore. Punching the stop button on the mixing console, he leaned into the mic. “Why is it so hard for you to follow one simple tune, huh?”

His irritation was palpable, and he didn’t even try to hide it. Erwin, at the guitar on the other side of the glass, groaned in frustration, shaking his head as if Levi were the problem here, though he wasn't. He shot him an icy glare – seriously, the nerve. As if this disaster was his fault and not the fault of the idiots he somehow considered both his bandmates and friends, incapable of translating theory into practice. How they had managed to write and produce six full albums, even snagging some awards, was – at least right now – beyond his comprehension. The Grammy sitting on the shelf behind him seemed to mock his every failed attempt at this new project, its presence a stark contrast to the current catastrophe happening in the studio.

And the mood of the other musicians in the room soured even more as Mike stemmed his hands into his hip, grumbling, “Well, it’s hard to play what’s in your head when all you’re giving us is that tiny snippet.”

Levi clenched his jaw. He couldn’t believe he had to keep repeating himself. “I already told you – I’ll know if it’s going to work once you lay down the melody with the bass.”

“And I’ve told you I don’t know what I’m supposed to envision without the lyrics.” Mike shot back, voice edged with frustration.

“There are no lyrics yet.” Levi bit out.

Which wasn’t exactly a lie – the lyrics were in progress, stuck in the same creative limbo as the melody. The rough drafts scribbled on his phone were still missing some punch, the spice, to match the elusive sound in his mind.

“Liar!” Hange called out from behind their drum kit.  

Ignoring their comment, Levi leaned back in his chair with a sigh. “Just… slow it down.” He muttered, trying to keep his irritation in check, not having the energy for another round of insults – yet.

Mike sighed, too, nodding begrudgingly and waited for Hange to tap out the rhythm for what felt like the hundredth time. And finally, the room filled with an altered melody.

This one was better, coming closer to the one in Levi’s head. It wasn’t perfect, but it was getting there – the sound was starting to take the shape he envisioned: A dark, laid-back vibe, an admirable easiness with an edge to it, a wafting darkness which crept into your bones. Forbidden desire – that was the feeling Levi was chasing, and finally, the music was starting to echo that intoxicating mood, that intoxicating person.

He pressed the button again. “That’s perfect. Now drop it two bars lower… please. Hange, keep that rhythm steady, and Erwin, stick with the loop.” He shot each of them a glance through the glass, watching as they nodded in agreement and dedicated themselves to their instruments again. For the first time that day, they actually seemed pleased with his direction and not ready to strangle him.

Levi had to give them some credit. It wasn’t exactly fair to drag them out of their brief break in the middle of a tour, haul them straight into his home studio, and throw them into a new project just because he had an idea stuck in his head for weeks. But that’s exactly what had happened because he couldn’t resist the itch in his brain any longer. This might just turn out to be the nastiest track they’d ever record. And his friends didn’t even know about that part. He didn’t mention anything about the tentative lyrics that would leave their fans in ruins and their critics reaching for holy water and torches to go on a crusade against No Name once again. All they knew was that he had a melody stuck in his head that needed to become a song, and they’d agreed to give it a shot.

Thirty seconds into the latest run-through of the verse, Levi’s notebook was already full of scribbled comments. Notes on where to add layers, where to scale back, and which sections needed a punch of sound. He wasn’t even close to satisfied, but it was progress. Still, the whole success of this project – he privately referred to it as ‘Eren’s ode’ – hinged on one critical noise he planned to record later, once his band was gone.

Just as he was about to offer some praise, Erwin messed up again. It was a grating process, every time he thought they were on track, someone failed him.  

“No.” Levi exhaled heavily, leaning forward and frowning at the bar. “Erwin, the guitar is too fast again.”

Now it was Hange who let out a dramatic groan, throwing their head back and letting the drumsticks clatter loudly onto the snare.

“I don’t even know what you’re trying to do here, Levi.” Erwin said, his guitar hanging off his shoulders as he chewed on a vinyl pick, frustration etched into the deep crease between his thick brows.

As a fed-up grunt left his lips, Levi contemplated what he was doing wrong with his instructions. He dragged a hand across his face and shook his head. “It’s just not sensual,” He replied because that was the heart of the problem. Sensuality wasn’t about rushing – it was about slow, deliberate, intimate movements between bodies, not the frantic pace of two people banging like rabbits in doggy style. This here sounded like doggy style on crack.  

“Well, you never mentioned the word sensual before.” Mike remarked as he sneaked an arm around his husband’s waist and gave his cheek a kiss.

Erwin’s glare softened, the wrinkles on his forehead slightly decreasing, though his expression still reflected the frustration all three of them were feeling. Levi’s mood was no different, except he was doomed to play the villain in this dynamic, which wouldn’t be necessary if his bandmates weren’t being so goddamn incompetent.

“I’m using it now. And what you’re doing is giving me heart palpitations, not a boner.” He snapped, his patience rapidly evaporating, not caring if it was harsh – they needed to get it right. The song needed to reek of sex, of sweat and passion, a visceral indulgence. Right now, it sounded pathetic and like his biggest failure.

“Jesus, I need a drink.” Mike grumbled, voicing what the rest of the band was thinking. Erwin and Hange murmured their agreement.  

“And I don’t want you to have a boner.” Erwin added with a deadpan look that only he could pull off.  

“Shut up. You know what I meant.”

They glared at each other, the tension thick between them, as Erwin’s intense stare bore into Levi – reminding him of his mother’s exacting glare whenever she had disapproved. This certainly wouldn’t be the last staring contest between the two of them.

“Can you just play the track again?” Hange interjected, trying to cut through the thick air.  

Being the first to break eye contact, Levi sighed.

“Fine.” He complied, playing the track again like he’d done countless times already. His fingers itched with the urge to barge into the recording room, push his bandmates aside and take over their instruments just to save everyone from this drawn-out misery. However, Levi knew that wasn’t an option – he hated drums, sucked at playing bass, and wasn’t keen on the feel of Erwin’s guitar in his hands. So, no, he wouldn’t cancel this session, even if it was wearing everyone’s patience thin.

Instead, he listened, waiting for that magic moment when their efforts would align with his vision. Now he was certain Mike was one last comment about his messed-up riff away from walking out of the studio and Levi’s house, drowning himself in white wine, and blocking Levi’s number for the next three days until their tour resumed. Levi wouldn’t even blame him at this point.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts, focusing on holding back the scathing remarks sitting on the tip of his tongue, that he didn’t notice the soft footsteps behind him. His body jerked in surprise, and he literally jumped out of his chair as a pair of lips pressed against his neck, just below the stubble of his undercut.

Startled, Levi spun around to find none other than Eren grinning at him, barely containing his giggles.

“Fuck, brat. Don’t sneak up on me like that.” He scolded, his heart racing – not just from the shock but from the sight in front of him.

Eren was grinning like a Cheshire cat, hair tied back into a half-bun, a few loose strands framing his face. He was dressed in 2011 limited edition No Name merch – a shirt with Levi’s own face printed across the front, wrapped in those signature bandages he no longer wore at gigs. Low-rise, baggy, light-blue jeans hung off his hips, revealing a hint of his trimmed happy trail and sun-kissed skin that led down to what Levi would unapologetically call his personal heaven. Eren looked like nothing but a well-deserved reward after the agonizing hours Levi had unsuccessfully spent in trying to piece together the failed recording. Seeing him, standing smugly in his studio, he knew it was only a matter of minutes before he ended his bandmates’ misery and turned his attention to far better and prettier things.

“Did you forget about our plans?” Eren teased, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and biting his lip, a gesture that was anything but innocent and totally hinting at the plan Levi in fact had not forgotten – just pushed aside while he wrestled with the band’s recording session. Now, though, he was fully reminded of what he’d been looking forward to since he’d gotten out of bed that morning.  

Stepping closer, he cradled Eren’s neck, running his thumb across Eren’s bottom lip. He leaned in, brushing Eren’s jaw with his nose, taking a deep inhale of the expensive cologne mixed with Eren’s distinct scent that made his head spin. The last time they had been this close, able to touch, was months ago, back in his hotel room the morning after the Academy Awards. Hungover and pressed for time, they had barely recovered from their night together before Levi had to rush off to Copenhagen and Eren to New York for yet another fashion shoot.

Relishing in Levi’s gentle touch, Eren closed his eyes as Levi nosed some more at his skin, savoring the moment.

“How could I forget about my plan to have my way with you for the rest of the day, huh?” He breathed against the side of Eren’s face, planting a quick kiss on his jaw before stepping back. The effect of his words was immediate – Eren’s cheeks flushed pink, his teal eyes glazed with desire as they fluttered open.  

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” Eren whispered, leaning in for the kiss they both had been craving for weeks. But just as their lips were about to meet, the door to the control room swung open, shattering the moment.

“Oh! It’s our lovely Eren!” Hange exclaimed, barging in before Levi could even process what was happening. He was pushed to the side as Hange engulfed Eren in a tight hug, smothering his face in kisses like they loved to do every time they got the chance. They were completely smitten by the model. It never failed to amaze Levi how deeply Hange felt for Eren and vice versa. Though he often pretended to be irritated by it, deep down he knew that Hange’s bond with Eren added to his own happiness in ways he didn’t like to admit.  

Wrapping his arms around Levi’s bandmate, Eren laughed and returned Hange’s affection with a kiss to their forehead. “I missed you too, H.”

Levi eyed the scene skeptically, one eyebrow raised, and his arms crossed. It was always the same – Hange swooped in and claimed Eren’s attention the moment they entered the room. And because he knew that any interaction between the two of them, for a certain amount of time, would lead to them starting to share embarrassing stories at his expense again, Levi had to intervene.

There was nothing he could do about it, really. Ever since Hange had caught Eren and him in bed together over a year ago, they had developed a real friendship. Levi had long noticed that his bandmate and lover were staying in contact without his involvement. Whether to share memes, outfit ideas, random thoughts or unfortunately, emo L videos and photos. Seriously, Hange’s name popped up on Eren’s phone more often than Reiner’s. Either way, Levi had come to terms with the fact that even if his own relationship with Eren – whatever it was – ended, Hange’s bond with Eren probably wouldn’t. It was both annoying and sweet, and he didn’t have much choice but to accept it.

“Aww,” Hange cooed, pinching Eren’s cheek, “You’re such a sweetheart! Speaking of sweet, I didn’t get the chance to try out that poppy lemon loaf recipe you sent. But I didn’t forget about it.”

“Since when are you baking?” Levi frowned at Eren, who simply shrugged.

“TikTok made me.”

“For fuck’s sake… you can’t be serious.” He groaned. As if it wasn’t bad enough that the whole world was obsessed with a platform that reduced everyone’s attention span to dust. Not to mention the tidal wave of populist, right-wing propaganda that kept finding new life in those mind-numbing short videos. Levi silently thanked his lucky stars that he didn’t have a single social media app on his phone. And even more so that his management team handled all of that nonsense for him.

“What?” Eren grinned, slipping out of Hange’s embrace and slinging an arm around Levi’s shoulders. “Tiktok serves me some pretty hot L and Lewin Feldmann edits. I’m just a weak fan, that’s all.”

“No, you’re just a horny brat.” Levi muttered, pulling him closer by the hip despite his disapproval.

“That I am.” Eren agreed easily, flashing a wink.

Hange watched with barely disguised amusement as they stared at each while Levi couldn’t wait to get Eren all to himself. He was just about ready to call it a day, ordering for everyone except for the man in his arms to take their heels and get out, when Erwin walked out of the live room and crushed his plans with one simple question.

“Eren, nice to see you,” Erwin greeted and Levi could have sworn he saw the eyes of his friend glinting with revenge. “Are you going to join us for our lunch break?”

Yepp, there it was. Screw Erwin Smith.

“Lunch?” Eren echoed, glancing at Levi for clarification who was busy planning his bandmate’s funeral.

“Actually,” Levi cleared his throat, casting a quick glance around the room before meeting Eren’s eyes with more intent. “Eren and I had some other plans.”

A loud snort left Hange’s lips while Erwin shook his head.

“You still got plenty of time to fuck him senseless after lunch, shorty.” Hange chided with a roll of their eyes, though the tone was more playful than annoyed.

Levi barely had time to fire back an insult – something sharp and well-deserved he had spared them throughout their session – before Eren’s laughter filled the room, a sound so rich and carefree it instantly defused his irritation. With a simple squeeze to his arm, Eren managed to soothe all the frustration Levi had been harboring. It shouldn’t be as easy as it was for Eren to make him calm down, but then again, Eren was the only person who ever could.  

“You’re probably right with that.” Eren snickered, his amusement clear as he nuzzled Levi’s cheek with his nose. “What do you think?” Murmuring softly, he sweet-talked him as if it were second nature. “Let’s grab something to eat, and we’ll have dessert when we get back, hm?”

Levi knew he was fighting a losing battle. Between Eren’s sultry voice and the alluring, subtle promise of what was to come later, his resistance crumbled almost instantly. On the top of that, there was no way he could stand up to Hange, Erwin and even Mike when they all wanted Eren to stay a little longer. And honestly, he should be more compromising. It had been months since the last time they’d all seen Eren – back in London in December – and even then, Levi had practically dragged him straight into his hotel room for a much-needed release. So yeah, maybe a relaxed lunch with his friends and Eren was the least he could offer after being such a pain all morning.

With a loud huff, he finally gave in. “Fine. But no sushi.”

*** ***

In the end, they had settled on classic Italian cuisine – you can’t go wrong with pizza and pasta with Levi choosing the zucchini noodles (zoodles), thus keeping the carbs at bay until dinner, much to Hange’s dismay.

Scolding him for his dieting habits like the parent that they didn’t want to be outside of the band dynamic, they insisted he needed ‘real food’ to fuel him properly, saying it was no wonder that he was always so grumpy when his body was running on nothing but vegetables. Their lecture on healthy and balanced meals was cut short when Levi muttered under his breath how he was getting his share of protein in other ways later, causing Erwin to choke on his artichoke and Eren to blush as red as the tomato sauce on his spaghetti. Everyone glared at him – except Hange, who erupted in laughter, pointing a finger at Eren while Mike frantically tried to save his husband from dying on the veggie piece lodged in his throat.

Levi, on the other hand, felt not a shred of guilt. After all, if his friends were going to delay his alone time with Eren for two hours, it was only fair they endured the consequences of his neglected dick – namely, his unfiltered mouth.

Now that he was finally enjoying the best part of his meal: the sight of Eren sprawled naked on the sofa in the live room of his studio, Levi was more than happy to have skipped the pasta in favor of zoodles. As he pushed Eren’s knees further apart with one hand, he worked four of his fingers deeper into Eren’s stretched hole while keeping his mouth occupied with the man’s cock, savoring it like the sweet treat it was.

He had already coaxed one orgasm out of Eren, just by teasing his prostate for twenty minutes straight, switching between relentless, almost unbearable pressure and light touches that had Eren whimpering and begging like a needy child. With his impending first climax, tears had already wetted Eren’s eyes, slipping down his cheeks, as Levi licked them up, relishing the salty taste – a reminder of the pleasure he was so expertly delivering with every curl of his fingers inside of that tight heat.  

He himself was still fully clothed in his worn shirt and black jersey shorts and hadn’t even touched himself. He was saving his own release until the third orgasm he planned to wring from the writhing body under his touch. Eren didn’t know about his plan to subject him to three climaxes in a row yet, with no respite in between – just like Levi had promised with his comment back at the restaurant. And he’d already received the first round of his dessert as the first hot spurts of cum had splattered across Eren’s bare stomach which Levi had eagerly lapped up before Eren even had time to catch his breath. The taste had only made him hungry for more, anticipation building for the next flood of warmth Eren would give him.

Levi groaned around the cock in his mouth, the sound muffled as he nearly gagged himself with the length, its tip poking the back of his throat as his nose repeatedly brushed against the rough stubble at the base with Eren’s hips jerking in response. Moaning loudly, hands that had been gripping the couch cushions helplessly found their way into his hair, tugging at the dark strands and urging him deeper. As Eren’s back arched off the sofa, pushing himself even further into Levi’s mouth, another violent sob tore from his throat.

“Daddy, it’s –” His breath hitched when Levi drove his fingers into his prostate with brutal precision, showing no sign of gentleness, “It’s too much.” Eren whimpered, voice strained.

But that didn’t stop Levi at all in his ministrations. Not yet. With a wet pop, he pulled off Eren’s dick and shot a glance at the microphone display. The red light blinked rhythmically, indicating that everything was still being recorded. Unfortunately, the sounds Eren had made so far were good – but not quite good enough to bring this little session to an end.

Unfortunately for Eren, not Levi.

“No, it isn’t.” He tutted, looking up from his spot between Eren’s naked, trembling legs on the carpet, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes. Eren whimpered again as Levi continued to pump his fingers in and out of the puffy, overused hole, his breath starting to come in ragged, shallow bursts. “You’re doing so, so well, baby.” Levi cooed, his voice and gaze softening as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to Eren’s knee as Eren’s tremors intensified. He seemed close to hyperventilating. “You look so wrecked already… but I know you can fall apart a little more for me, can’t you?” Sucking at the taut skin on the tanned thigh, he gave Eren an encouraging smile. “Can you be a good boy for your daddy?”

And Eren was always the best, and nothing but the best, for his him.

With a weak nod, Eren let his head fall back against the couch and closed his eyes, completely surrendering to Levi’s control. His trust, his unwavering desire to please, captivated Levi as much as the sight of his trembling, vulnerable form. Watching Eren writhe and mewl with every thrust of his fingers, and every twitch of his leaking, pulsating cock, was reason enough for Levi to dedicate a hundred more songs to come to nobody else ever again.

An intense rush of emotion that went beyond simple lust overcame him. The one thing he had banished to the back of his mind, the thing he had put into a folder and locked away once he had remembered himself, on his flight to Europe after that unforgettable night following the Oscars. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t forget the happiness that had filled him that morning. Waking up with Eren nestled against his chest, completely overshadowing every other feeling of ecstasy that had been tied to the things he had done to the man and his body.

Levi hadn’t only felt sick that day because of the hangover or the turbulence as he was cowered into the high-class private jet seat. He had felt sick because he realized there was more at play than just physical attraction.

He didn’t feel sick right now, though. Looking at Eren in this moment – open, wanting, full of need only for him – Levi was struck by the same overwhelming sensation, as well as by the same fucking awful realization. But he still wasn’t ready to name the beast.

Blocking out all unwelcome thoughts and the tug in his chest that grew stronger the more he watched Eren fall apart under his touch, was far easier. Plus, Levi wasn’t built to handle anything remotely close to butterflies fluttering around in his stomach, tangled up with zoodles and cum. So, instead, he continued to torment Eren with his mouth and fingers, enjoying the increasingly desperate sounds pouring from his lips.

It was anything but kind of him to demand a second orgasm from Eren after he had barely recovered from his first. Despite Eren’s dick not getting the chance to soften or rest – his body just as taxed – he came again, loud and clear, spilling himself into Levi’s mouth and moaning at the top of his lungs as his nerves tried to deal with the unrelenting slick heat of Levi’s lips around his cock and the never faltering fingers in his ass. The blunt nails scraping against Levi’s scalp left him certain he’d be dealing with some bald spots, but the sharp pain only fueled his own throbbing erection, straining painfully against the confines of his pants as Eren’s exhausted and overwhelmed whimpers filled the air.

As Eren’s second orgasm ebbed, he released his spent cock, swallowing down the last traces of cum and guiding Eren through the aftershocks as tremors continued to ripple through his body. The muscle of Eren’s hole clenched around his fingers, a final involuntary contraction, and Levi smiled at the perfection of it.

“That’s perfect, baby.” Levi praised, rising slightly to press soft kisses to Eren’s chest. “You’re perfect. My perfect boy.”

Eren could only hum in response, eyes closed, mouth ajar, and his forehead slick with fresh sweat. More tears had escaped his eyes, tracing a path down his flushed cheeks, dripping from his chin onto his heaving chest.  

Gently brushing a thumb over Eren’s plump bottom lip, Levi swiped away a tear from his cheek. Then, without thinking, he brought his thumb to his own mouth and licked away the salty droplet. “You sound so fucking hot.” He said, unable to stop himself from rambling, almost sounding as if he wanted to preach God’s way. “You’re better than any music I could ever compose.” After a brief pause, he added, “You’re my fucking muse.”

His eyes widened in shock – he really hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Not in front of Eren, at least. Sure, it was a thought he’d entertained alone in his bed, in one of those nights where he was staring at his birthday present and having some good old wanking session and his brain came up with all different kinds of unholy lyrics. But here, now? Bad idea.

The weight of the confession was far heavier than the moment warranted, and Levi feared what might come next.

“I am?” Eren slurred, his voice thick with post-orgasmic haze, eyes slowly fluttering open and searching for Levi’s.  

As their gaze locked, Levi swallowed hard and nodded. No turning back now. Eren had heard him, and he had said it. It was out in the open.  

“Yeah.” He rasped, suddenly all words dying in his throat.

“Hm,” Eren hummed, a lazy smile spread across his lips before transforming into ‘O’ of surprise as Levi languidly began to move his fingers again. “Is that why – nghh – why you’re recording us right now?”

Levi nodded, relieved that Eren didn’t seem to dwell on the meaning behind his words.  

“You didn’t ask for my permission.” Eren noted, though there was no accusation in his voice. He absently twirled a strand of Levi’s hair around his finger, pulling sharply.

A hiss escaped Levi’s lips, stopping his movements for a moment. “Was I supposed to?”

Eren shook his head. “I like it…” He sighed, eyes half-lidded, a sly smile tugging at his lips, despite the contortions his face made each time Levi’s fingers pressed against his sensitive inner walls. “I like that you just take – hah – just take what you want. Especially when it is from me.”

The words ignited something primal in him, stoking a relentless desire to claim. His blood was boiling with untamable want. Levi wanted to take what wasn’t his, what shouldn’t be his – just take, take, take. His voice came out hoarse, strained with hunger and guilt.

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

Fuck. Fucking hell.  

That single word was more powerful than anything else Eren could’ve said. Levi wasn’t sure if Eren only meant the pleasure about surrendering his body with his answer, or if he was giving Levi permission to take something deeper, something permanent – to claim him entirely. Wasn’t this what he had fought so hard against months ago? Hadn’t he told himself that he didn’t want that, that he couldn’t have it? That he wasn’t allowed to?

Fuck.

Even if Eren understood what was lingering beneath the surface, Levi shouldn’t ask, and more importantly, Eren shouldn’t answer. There was a fine line between their physical attraction/addiction to each other and everything else – the messy, dangerous territory that came with a different kind of connection. That line, fragile and fraying at the edges, needed to stay intact. Yet, Levi could feel it wobbling, the walls they’d built between those emotions losing their stability with every shared touch.

Shaking himself free of the spiraling thoughts, Levi’s gaze fell back on Eren’s used, twitching hole. Despite the abuse, it still clenched around his fingers, almost invitingly.

“Then I’m taking one last orgasm from you.” He declared with quiet authority, his mind clear with purpose because he needed Eren to unravel completely, to collapse into a state of heavenly agony – caught between the exquisite torment of pleasure and pain. He wanted to push Eren until there was nothing left but a wreck Levi would have to piece back together. He wanted it more than anything else in this moment and, God, he wanted to hear the sounds Eren would make.

“Oh God.” Eren whimpered, his wide, watery eyes filled with both fear and need.

Levi’s lips curled into a wicked smile, his expression sharp as a blade, any tenderness buried deep beneath the surface. “He’s not helping you with this one, baby.” Left his lips in a low purr, an almost predatory growl.

He was going to fucking ruin Eren Yeager.

“There are two ways in which we can proceed from here…” He continued, removing his fingers from Eren’s hole and letting his knuckles crack menacingly. “Option number one: I eat you out and play with your cock until you make a mess of yourself for a third time…”

Eren’s eyes widened both in anticipation and terror. His body remained rigid, frozen in his splayed position on the couch, lube trickling from his gaping entrance and staining the cushion. The only movement came from his chest, struggling to keep up with his racing heartbeat.

As Levi watched Eren slowly turning into a puddle of raw nerves, he let his fingertips ghost over the sensitive, reddened skin around Eren’s rim – not quite touching him or dipping into the loose ring of muscle, but giving him just enough of a reminder that he wasn’t done yet. A dark promise, a forewarning of what was still in store.  

“A-and… what – what’s the second option?” Eren’s voice was small, cautious – a mere whisper trembling with fear and uncertainty.

“Option number two,” Levi’s eyes darkened, a glint of mischief in them as his unpreoccupied hand drifted down to his waistband. Slowly, he pulled out his aching cock, sighing in relief as it was finally freed. “I fuck you, but won’t touch your cock at all. You’ll come from nothing but my dick buried inside you. No help. No hands.”

Eren blurted out his response in panic, far too quickly for his liking. “I’ll take the first one!”

“Oh? Really?” Levi arched a brow, lazily stroking his erection with an air of indifference, unimpressed by the hasty reply.

“Uh-huh.” Eren’s teal eyes darted between Levi’s thick, pulsating length and his face, pleading silently for mercy.

But mercy wasn’t what Levi was after. Mercy wouldn’t make Eren break. Mercy wouldn’t turn Eren into the trembling, incoherent mess he longed to see. And mercy certainly wouldn’t bring out the beautiful sounds Levi was after.

“Well, too bad.” His voice was cool, matter-of-fact. “Because I’m choosing the second one.”

Eren blinked rapidly as the words settled, a mixture of disbelief and dread creeping across his features. “But you – you said I could choose,” he stammered, his voice cracking.

“No, I didn’t.” Levi scoffed, “I just laid out the options.”

Eren paled before he drew a deep breath, resigning himself to his fate. With shaky hands, he cupped Levi’s face in his palms, the gesture gentle despite his fear. His voice was barely above a whisper, soft and disarming, cutting through the lust-driven cruelty Levi was about to unleash. “You’re the biggest asshole I know,” Eren murmured, his lips brushing lightly against Levi’s chin. “But I’m just a weak fan, and I’d do whatever my idol asks.”

Levi’s mouth went dry, his jaw slackening as he closed his eyes, letting Eren’s lips graze his chin as his words sunk in. Just like that, he got exactly what he wanted – what he needed. Eren never failed to astonish him, always pushing him to question everything he thought he knew about the wonders of the world. He made him feel superior to all the other irrelevant human beings he couldn’t care less about, and as a warm, clammy hand wrapped around his length, making it twitch with just a single stroke, Levi was closer to Eden than anyone else would ever be. And since he would certainly count himself more sinner than saint, and God was likely going to reject him at the gates of heaven, he snatched the forbidden fruit right from the tree – right out of Reiner’s hold – and swallowed it whole.

“Tell me your safe word again.” He managed to groan, forcing himself to focus as he pushed Eren back down onto the sofa, making himself comfortable between his legs.

“Marley.”

Levi snorted, the ridiculousness of the word never failing to amuse him, a reminder of the enemies their characters had to fight in the movie. Bending over, he grabbed the discarded bottle of lube, uncapping the lid, and wasting no time to coat his erection in the cold fluid before he positioned himself right in front of Eren’s puffy, inviting entrance. Their eyes locked again, and Levi’s expression turned stern as he hoisted Eren’s legs over his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his calf before folding him in half.

“You better scream until your voice is nothing but a pathetic croak.” Levi ordered, his tone laced with a dangerous edge as the tip of his cock started to press against barely any restrain. “Or, I’ll make it four times.”

Any reply Eren might have managed was ripped from his throat as Levi thrust into him with force, filling his soft heat with one swift, brutal motion. Eren reacted with something coming close to a cry – his voice cracked, his hands instinctively curling around Levi’s neck for purchase, fingertips digging into his nape and scalp, holding on for dear life.

Levi groaned, deep and guttural, once he completely bottomed out. The way Eren’s body gave in to his own, so easily and eagerly, was intoxicating. Despite the begging and pleading, Eren’s tightness welcomed him, almost holding him captive, clenching around his throbbing cock and trying to suck him even deeper. The raw, desperate want in Eren’s body drove him wild – the fact that Eren Yeager, of all people, wanted him this badly was a thrill beyond the imaginable.

As the legs on his shoulders began to shake, and the hands around his neck tried to yank his head down, Levi clutched one of Eren’s thighs in an iron grip as his other arm braced itself against the couch. Meeting Eren’s unspoken wish, he crashed their lips together in a searing, violent kiss that was burning him up from the inside. He licked into Eren’s willing mouth, scraping his teeth along the line of his jaw before capturing his lips again, tangling their tongues together and devouring the sweet taste of desire that matched the sensation of being engulfed by Eren’s warmth.

Staying true to his promise, Levi fucked him slow but hard. Each deliberate thrust forced a gasp from Eren, the sounds shifting into desperate, high-pitched whines as more time dragged on. Levi ground his hips into the trembling body, never fully pulling out, applying an unyielding pressure against Eren’s swollen prostate, which pulsed with overstimulation. Eren became so sensitive that even the smallest movements sent spasms through his body. His muscular legs and toned abs tensed, trying to cope with the mix of pleasure and pain. Levi felt it all – how Eren was wavering between an attempt to escape the intensity and to succumb to it entirely, offering him everything he had left to give.

“Fuck baby,” Levi panted against Eren’s jaw, latching onto the sharp curve before sucking a sloppy kiss into the skin. “You’re doing so fucking well. I can feel how close you are again. Aren’t you, my pretty boy? My very own miracle?”

All Eren could do was give a wet sob as his hole contracted around Levi’s length with the next thrust, fucking him deeper into the cushion.  

“Daddy – please!” Eren cried brokenly with the next jab against his sweet spot, digging his nails into the sweaty skin at Levi’s neck. “It’s too – ah – too much!”

“It’s not.” Levi grunted, releasing Eren’s thigh and instead holding his chin between his thumb and fingers, forcing the weeping man to meet his scolding gaze. “Now stop complaining and take my cock like the proper slut you are.”

“I –”

Levi slapped him across the cheek before Eren could even begin to protest. And when his mouth opened in a shocked gasp and his back arched off the couch, right into Levi’s next brutal thrust, Levi shoved two of his fingers into Eren’s mouth to shut him up.

“I like it better when you whine, not talk.”  

And Eren did – loud and clear, high-pitched cries barely a note away from shattering glass. His cock, trapped between their bodies, twitched pathetically, unable to produce even a drop of precum, though his swollen, reddened tip and the fluttering rim around Levi’s length made it clear that he was close to breaking again.

“Now,” Levi growled, pounding into the abused hole, his teeth gritted in determination, “keep my fingers warm and wet, but don’t forget to be loud for me, baby boy, or else…” He shoved his fingers deeper into Eren’s mouth, forcing him to gag and choke around them.

Eren’s hand slipped weakly from his neck, falling limp against the cushion, leaving him completely at his mercy, surrendering himself and accepting that he would have to endure the pleasurable, yet painful torture Levi demanded. Eren gave in, his body responding to every rough thrust and punishing drag, saliva spilling from the corners of his mouth and down his chin as Levi’s fingers pressed down on his tongue, smearing his lips with the evidence of his submission.

As Eren’s abdomen tightened and walls clenched around his cock, Levi shifted his hand from his face, his fingers now twisting one of Eren’s sensitive nipples. The reaction was immediate and intense – Eren let out a keening wail, his body winding itself under the touch, head tossing from side to side as more tears streamed down his flushed cheeks. Continuing to drive into him, Levi kept fucking him relentlessly, ignoring Eren’s sobbing pleas as his thick cock dragged rough and deep against his overstimulated rim and prostate. The hole was red and puffy, almost throbbing after two hours without recovery and Levi doubted that Eren could make it back home to his own house after he was done with him.

“Oh, uh – ah, oh!” Eren chanted, his hands now tugging at his own hair in a desperate attempt to ground himself, to find some way to manage the overstimulation while Levi flicked the reddened nipple again, watching him flinch and shudder beneath him. “Stop, please, I – ah – can’t anymore!” Eren begged, his voice raspy and broken, cracking as he tried, and failed to sound in control.  

“No, you don’t want me to stop. Don’t fail me now, baby.”

“Please…” Eren whimpered, looking at him with glassy, red-rimmed eyes, his nose covered in snot and salty tears.

“You,” Levi gave another sharp thrust directly against the milked bundle of nerves that had Eren wincing, “know the word. Say it”, he punctuated his command with another brutal snap of his hips, “Say it, and I’ll stop.”

But Eren didn’t. Instead, he whimpered again, his eyes closing in defeat.

“That’s what I thought.” Levi hissed, slapping Eren’s face once more before soothing the burning mark with the back of his hand. “You want to come, don’t you? Now that you’re almost there, you want it. You need it.”

Eren nodded weakly, occupied with crying and whining under the rough ministrations, as Levi continued his feral pace, dragging him closer to the edge.

With an evil smirk, he reached down and encircled Eren’s neglected erection with his hand, squeezing it tightly enough to draw a pained gasp before releasing his grip. “Well, baby… you can have it.”

The force of his orgasm ripped Eren from reality, though his body betrayed him, coming completely dry. His cock spasmed uselessly with nothing to offer, and then he blacked out, collapsing into the darkness of unconsciousness. As he slipped away, Levi followed, pushed over the edge by Eren’s final scream. He gave him exactly what he had needed to make his vision a success. Like he had said, Eren never failed to amaze him.

The last sound before Eren left this world to meet whatever lay on the other side, was the most magnificent melody Levi had ever heard. No choir of angels could replicate what his ears had just witnessed – the raw, fragile beauty of that moment. He spilled his hot semen deep inside Eren with one drawn-out groan, letting the jelly legs slide from his shoulders to rest at his sides.

He watched in quiet awe as Eren slowly drifted back toward consciousness, though his eyes remained closed. He was too exhausted, too utterly spent and used. The only signs of life were the soft grumble that escaped his lips and the faint flutter of his eyelids. Eren lay motionless, a pliant tangle of limbs as Levi carefully pulled out of his warmth to do his job in taking care of him. Gently rearranging them so Eren’s head was resting on his chest, he combed his fingers through the damp locks that tickled his throat.

With a deep, steadying breath, he wrapped his arm around Eren’s waist, pulling him in and holding him tighter. As he closed his eyes, Eren snuggled closer and buried his nose against his throat, his fingers curling into the fabric of Levi’s sweat-soaked shirt.

It shouldn’t feel this good – just holding him, doing nothing – but it did. Levi didn’t like to admit it, but this moment full of quiet intimacy, the closeness they shared, felt even better than the mind-shattering sex he had just experienced.

Fuck.

He was so fucked.

kill me pls (@k1llm3plz)
this can’t be true right? bit.ty/56FpfNa #ErenAndReiner #Reiren #ErenYeager
1:04 PM – July 27, 2020 – 23,378 Views
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kill me 2 (@Stanning_Gays)
@k1llm3plz

1:17 PM – July 27, 2020 – 1,993 Views

Eren Yeager updates (@EYupdates)
CONFIRMED: Eren and Reiner bought a house!!! #ErenYeager #ErenAndReiner #Reiren #ReinerBraun
1:10 PM – July 27, 2020 – 177,356 Views

armin core (@carttitan)
I really thought they wouldn’t last tbh… #Reiren
1:19 PM – July 27, 2020 – 64,214 Views

✨ackerman bbygirl✨ (@itishugoshmugo)
my leveren heart is breaking 😭💔
1:33 PM – July 27, 2020 – 4,755 Views

daily EY (@ErenErenEren)
Maybe we’ll have to accept that Eren is actually happy with Reiner 🤗 #Reiren
2:46 PM – July 27, 2020 – 89,154 Views

peach🍑 (@peachkttyyy)
omg they are domestic hubbies now 🥹 #ReirenWedding2020
2:59 PM – July 27, 2020 – 3,071 Views

Aaron’s Defense Attorney (@PokeGems)
I bet Levi still sneaks into Reiren’s home for a quick fuck #LeverenIsReal #LeverenSuperiority
3:22 PM – July 27, 2020 – 101,682 Views

e loves r 💗 (@superberen)
It’s now only a matter of time until Reiner is going to propose!!! 😍😍#ErenAndReiner #Reiren
3:31 PM – July 27, 2020 – 50,120 Views

Reiner’s tears 💧 (@NotASaint)
Why is it so hard for Eren to understand that Levi is boyfriend material not Reiner???? 😩😠 #LeviOverReiner #LeviIsErensSoulmate
3:39 PM – July 27, 2020 – 71,808 Views
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B (@B1234556)
@NotASaint bc levi isn’t lol
3:40 PM – July 27, 2020 – 46,333 Views
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E+H+M+L (@crawlingback2u)
@NotASaint @B1234556 for real. The last serious relationsip L had was back in 2010 or sth like that
3:44 PM – July 27, 2020 – 41,011 Views
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2 fingers 🥵 (@IRLAAoo)
@B1234556 @crawlingback2u but Levi is SOOOOO gone for Eren 🥺😩🥺
3:47 PM – July 27, 2020 – 39,995 Views
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24/7 reiner simp (@reirenbabies)
@IRLAoo The fuck where???????
3:48 PM – July 27, 2020 – 32,461 Views
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they fuck! (@yeagerforackerman)
@reirenbabies Omg anyone with eyes can see that L has feelings for Eren #LeviIsErensDaddy
3:51 PM – July 27, 2020 – 67,134 Views
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El Hotzo (@elhotzii)
@yeagerforackerman Seems like Eren doesn’t. 💅
3:53 PM – July 27, 2020 – 26,545 Views
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problematic shipper🌸🐙🌸 (@prob_leveri)
@elhotzii Riiiiight… so we’re completely ignoring what happened at the Oscars now, huh? #Oscars2020 #LeverenOscarGate
3:57 PM – July 27, 2020 – 44,906 Views
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Eren’s real husband (@ErenxLeviFan)
@prob_leveri YES OMG THEY WERE SO FUCKING CUTE I CAN’T 😩😭 #LeviAndEren4Ever
4:01 PM – July 27, 2020 – 38,002 Views
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999999999 (@udontnome)
@ErenxLeviFan Calling bullshit right here!
4:14 PM – July 27, 2020 – 19,889 Views
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Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
@ErenxLeviFan They are friends NOT boyfriends
4:29 PM – July 27, 2020 – 11,123 Views
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👑leveren queen👑 (@yeagermeister)
@psssstmrtn “and they were roommates”
4:42 PM – July 27, 2020 – 10,463 Views

E L E R E N (@horkneebean)
Well thank god ao3 doesn’t give a shit about canon #Leveren #Reiren
3:19 PM – July 27, 2020 – 60,205 Views
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it’s freeDOM (@DaddyLewin69)
@horkneebean THIS LMAOOO
3:23 PM – July 27, 2020 – 25, 962 Views

TMZ: July 30, 2020

Eren Yeager Ready to Settle Down? Hollywood’s Golden Boy Goes Domestic with His Potential Future Spouse!

Stealing the headlines once again is none other than Attack on Titan star and high-fashion model, Eren Yeager. This time, the spotlight isn’t on his film career or his next Burberry campaign, but on his blossoming romance with luxury real estate agent, Reiner Braun. The newest power couple recently made waves by purchasing their first shared home – a stunning mansion nestled in the heart of Beverly Hills. Photos of the sprawling estate have been circulating on social media, and Yeager’s management confirmed in a statement that the actor has traded titans for a dream home.

It seems Reiner Braun is one lucky man. Not only has he landed one of the industry’s hottest stars, but the couple’s new residence is nothing short of spectacular. Their luxury villa boasts breathtaking views of the city, a private infinity pool, and a state-of-the-art personal movie theater. Known for his refined taste, Braun has reportedly enlisted top interior designer Berthold Hoover to transform the mansion into a sleek, modern haven that radiates elegance. It’s a true reflection of the pair’s growing love – a blend of luxury, comfort, and commitment.

As their relationship continues to thrive, rumors of a potential wedding have taken over the tabloids. According to sources close to the couple, they’ve never been more in love, with Eren often posting romantic snippets of their life together on Instagram. However, despite the public adoration, fans are divided on whether this glamorous duo is destined to remain the showpiece couple in Hollywood’s elite or if there’s something – or someone – else looming in the background.

Enter the twist that has set social media ablaze: Levi Ackerman, also known by his stage name L. Yeager’s former Attack on Titan co-star and frontman of the rock band No Name has become a recurring name in the conversation surrounding Eren’s personal life. While some fans are wholeheartedly behind Eren and Reiner’s relationship, another faction can’t help but focus on the undeniable chemistry between Yeager and Ackerman, both on and off-screen. Ever since their iconic roles as captain and subordinate in last year’s biggest blockbuster, the two have sparked intense speculation, with many wondering if their connection goes beyond friendship.

Fueling the fire is the fact that neither Yeager nor Ackerman has directly addressed the swirling rumors or even downright denied all the speculation surrounding their connection. The tension reached a boiling point at this year’s Academy Awards when Ackerman took home the Best Original Song award for his contribution to the Attack on Titan soundtrack with his number one hit ‘Rumbling’. The pair’s public display of affection at the Oscars – captured in viral photos and videos – has only deepened the fanbase’s divide.

Those rooting for Yeager and Braun point to the couples’ solid relationship as proof enough to put any affair rumors to rest, while a significant portion of the fandom remains convinced that there’s more to the Feldmann bond between Eren and Levi behind closed doors. The fervor surrounding ‘Leveren’, as fans have dubbed the duo, has led to countless theories, fan edits, and continuous debate online.

But regardless of the fan frenzy, one thing is crystal clear: Eren and Reiner are taking the next step in their relationship. With a gorgeous mansion, a life full of luxury, and a partnership that seems stronger than ever, the couple is poised for a bright future together.

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10 Times Eren and Levi Couldn’t Keep Their Hands to Themselves

-July 16, 2020-

Eren [10:22 AM]
what r ur thoughts on this bed?
(image attached)

Levi [10:30 AM]
Not a huge fan of the headrest.

Eren [10:32 AM]
why? 🥺
I think its so pretty

Levi [10:33 AM]
Style wise yes.
But it’s not really practical for tying you up.

Eren [10:36 AM]
oh fuck
didnt think about that

Levi [10:40 AM]
You’re welcome.

Eren [10:41 AM]
what would I even do w/o ur advice
😩

Levi [10:43 AM]
Probably not getting kinky sex.
Lol.

Eren [10:44 AM]
Omg
did u just use lol???
AND USED A FUCKING PERIOD??!?!

Levi [10:49 AM]
Yes.
So what?

Eren [10:52 AM]
omg ur such an old man
😐

Eren [10:54 AM]
and u using lol isnt the vibe
its giving dad trying 2 be cool

Levi [10:54 AM]
Is that bothering you, brat?
Lol.  

Eren [10:55 AM]
OMG STAAAAP
thats so cringe
I cant

Levi [10:56 AM]
You should stop throwing such a tantrum.
Or your daddy won’t be too kind the next time he sees you.

Levi [10:58 AM]
Lol.

Eren [10:59 AM]
daddy will have 2 nut all by himself if he doesnt stop texting like a fucking boomer

Levi [11:00 AM]
What if I’m telling you daddy is fucking his fist right now thinking about his baby?

Eren [11:04 AM]
…

Eren [11:06 AM]
proof

Levi [11:07 AM]
(image attached)

Eren [11:08 AM]
yeah ok
I guess ur still allowed 2 fuck me senseless

Levi [11:11 AM]
(video attached)

Eren [11:12 AM]
fuck
😩🥵

Levi [11:12 AM]
Do I get something in return?

Eren [11:15 AM]
I cant
with reiner and our interior designer rn

Levi [11:16 AM]
That explains the bed photo.

Eren [11:19 AM]
Hehe
yepp

Eren [11:21 AM]
(image attached)
thats the library
its a bit plain
2 much open space there and white
what do u think?🤔

Levi [11:22 AM]
I’m literally jerking off right now, Eren.
I don’t want pictures of your next estate.
I want pictures of your gaping hole.

Eren [11:23 AM]
and I want ur opinion

Eren [11:30 AM]
Levi?????

Eren [11:33 AM]
hellooooo???????

Levi [11:36 AM]
Was busy finishing since you weren’t providing.

Eren [11:37 AM]
Ahhh
alrighty

Eren [11:39 AM]
does that mean ur free 2 judge some more interior now?👉👈

Levi [11:40 AM]
Actually no.
I need to get some sleep.
Which I delayed in the hopes for some sexting.

Eren [11:40 AM]
ur no fun 😒

Levi [11:42 AM]
You weren’t much fun either.

Eren [11:43 AM]
🖕

Levi [11:45 AM]
But I guess a sex hammock would make the library a bit more interesting.

Eren [11:46 AM]
OMG
ur a genius!!!

Levi didn’t follow up with another reply, making it clear he was committed to his plan to sleep – wherever in Europe he happened to be right now. Was it Belgium? Brussels? Eren could’ve sworn his go-to No Name Updates account on twitter and Instagram had mentioned today’s gig at King Baudouin Stadium. But honestly, he’d lost track of all the different venues Levi had been touring the past few weeks. Between house hunting and moving plans, Eren had been busy enough himself. His days were consumed with picking out shower units, debating wall paint colors, and navigating the endless tasks of building a home. No one had warned him how exhausting and time-consuming domesticity could be.

On top of all that, he had been flying back and forth to New York for fashion campaigns, almost regretting his decision to settle in Los Angeles instead of the Big Apple. But he hated New York’s vibe too much to stay there more than what he was paid for – the overcrowded streets, the tourist traps, the constant noise. He was a Cali-Boy through and through, and no Manhattan apartment with a view on Central Park could change his distaste for the trash can of all east coast cities.

Eren slipped his phone into his pocket, forcing his attention back to his boyfriend and the interior designer – who also happened to be one of Reiner’s closest friends, Berthold. The three of them stood around the kitchen island, which, to Eren’s relief, was going to be replaced with some different surface. Because who in their right mind would choose copper-colored marble? Not him. But even though Berthold was one of Beverly Hills most sought-after interior experts, his vision for the home lacked the warmth Eren craved. Ever since he’d first set foot into Levi’s mansion, every other place felt over the top, trying too hard to be cool without capturing that understated elegance and coziness.

The current design, particularly the library, left Eren cold. It was modern, sure, but lifeless – white on white, sterile and uninviting. Reiner, however, was enthralled by Berthold’s clinical concept. And hell no, Eren didn’t want to feel like he was stepping into a doctor’s office for a tonsil stone removal every time he came home. He could only hope the place would start to feel more like a home once they were finished with the furnishing.  

“Babe?” Reiner’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Both he and Berthold were staring at him, clearly waiting for some kind of response. Reiner squeezed his hand affectionately.

“Uh, what?” Eren blinked, only now realizing they had moved on from discussing the old sandal wood stairs.

“Berthold suggested replacing the outdated steps with ivory stone instead.” Reiner explained, his tone expectant.

More white. Great.

He stifled the urge to groan. This wasn’t how he imagined today would go. While Berthold, in his perfectly tailored Armani suit and glinting Rolex, was undoubtedly talented and a kind person, Eren couldn’t connect with his vision. Did he really think Eren wanted some cold, alpha-male lair full of sharp lines and soulless minimalism? He may indulge in reading about alpha knots from time to time, but that was about as far as that went.

Clearing his throat, he glanced between Reiner and Berthold. “Erm – well… don’t you think the room could use more contrast?”

“But the monochrome white is a timeless classic.” Berthold explained as he poured himself a soda, and Eren wished to pour himself a tequila shot. Monochrome could kiss his ass as much as Levi loved to do, no matter how timeless. If he was going to spend a fortune on this place, he damn well intended to love the outcome.

“It’s just so… so plain.”

The room fell into a tense silence. Berthold pinched the bridge of his nose, setting his glass down with a soft thud. Reiner squeezed Eren’s hand again, this time with a touch more pressure than before.

“Babe…” Reiner sighed, clearly trying to keep the peace. Eren could sense he was complicating things but it wasn’t his fault that Berthold lacked the gene for criticism. “You’re sending mixed signals here.”

Frowning, he snapped. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Reiner exhaled again. “First, you said Berthold’s ideas were too cluttered, and now they’re too plain…”

Eren huffed, “Well, it’s not my fault that –”

“How about you show us some references so I can work with them, hm?” Berthold interjected, his polite smile looking more strained than before.

Reluctantly, Eren nodded. “I – okay.” He agreed, pulled out his phone and went into his camera roll. Almost instinctively, he opened one of the hidden folders where he stored snapshots of Levi’s Hollywood mansion. Levi’s home was everything Eren wanted – clean and sleek, yet somehow warm and inviting, with an open-concept kitchen that led into a spacious living room boasting a panoramic view of the lush backyard. The house had a perfect balance of modern minimalism with natural textures and vintage furniture that added character.

But as Eren scrolled through the photos, he realized most of them included more than just the house. There were snapshots of him bent over the kitchen counter, Levi’s hand gripping his hips; him sprawled on the couch in front of the fireplace, Levi’s cum dripping down his thighs; Levi’s cock buried deep inside him on the soft green rug; and Levi’s release splattered across his face in the middle of the dining area.

With a jolt, Eren’s thumb froze on the screen.

He knew he couldn’t use a single picture of the beautiful interior as he went through photo after photo with his screen brightness dimmed to the lowest setting. In every single shot Levi was either ravaging him or Eren was caught in some compromising, sweat-slicked position. His face paled slightly as he locked his phone and placed it face down on the kitchen island, hoping neither Reiner nor Berthold noticed his unease.

“I think I’ll have to search for some more inspiration online.” He said, letting out a nervous chuckle when he caught the frown on their faces. “Looks like I forgot to save the pictures I had in mind.”

Quick to change the subject, he added, “But maybe we can talk about the possibility of adding a hammock to the library?”

His suggestion worked like a charm, and both Reiner and Berthold perked up, leaning in as he enthusiastically explained how a hammock could add a unique, relaxed vibe, setting their mansion apart from other celebrity homes. By the end of his pitch, the hammock was officially added to his online shopping cart.

*** ***

Hours later, with the chaos of the morning behind, Eren finally found a moment to indulge in some well-deserved downtime. As he unwound, with his favorite pink dildo at his side, Levi – now awake and rested – picked up their conversation right where they had left off. He couldn’t help but grin and roll his eyes simultaneously, amused by Levi’s texting style once again.

Levi [5:58 PM]
Wisdom comes with age.
So don’t judge me again.

Eren [6:10 PM]
and it goes with all the coke ur taking 💀
lmao

Levi [6:22 PM]
You’re doing way more cocaine than I do.
What does that say about you, then?

Eren [6:23 PM]
that its time for u 2 snort it off my ass again
😘😏
(3 images attached)

Levi [6:25 PM]
I’m kind of disappointed. 

Eren [6:25 PM]
?????
excuse me????

Levi [6:26 PM]
I was looking forward to some more interior snippets.
Instead I’m getting mediocre ass pics.

Eren [6:28 PM]
DID YOU JUST SAY MEDIOCRE?!?!?!

Levi [6:29 PM]
Yes.
Lol.

He gaped at the message in disbelief. But before Eren could insult Levi in return, he received an incoming video call resulting in him spending the next thirty minutes fingering himself to Levi’s dirty talk and beautiful face, so he didn’t hold much of a grudge at the end of the day.

Chapter Text

-September 9, 2020-

Eren loved his former co-stars. He did, don’t get him wrong here.

In fact, filming Attack on Titan for a whole year had been nothing but a blast, one filled with unforgettable moments and experiences he wouldn’t trade for all the money and cock in the world. But as he stared at the phone screen Reiner was shoving in his face, a sour expression creeping onto the features of his golden retriever boyfriend, Eren found himself hating his former cast mates – and especially Connie Springer.

And in his honest, totally unbiased opinion, he felt entirely justified in the hatred.

It took a moment for his eyes to focus on the Twitter thread that took up his periphery, and even longer for his brain to catch up and process the extent of the disaster unfolding in front of him. The wheels in his head spun frantically, practically overheating as the implications set in. Whatever was happening on his boyfriend’s Twitter feed wasn’t just bad – it was catastrophic. The kind of scandal that could be the start of Eren’s own well-deserved downfall.

For a second, his mind short-circuited under the weight of it all.

The thing was… Eren should have seen this coming – and, let’s face it, probably a lot sooner. So, rationally speaking, he had no one to blame but himself for the situation he was in and the inevitable consequences of secretly fucking someone behind his boyfriend’s back for the last few months. Still, when he snatched the phone from Reiner’s hand, frowning down at the display before lifting his gaze to meet Reiner’s taunting amber eyes, he wasn’t ready to face his mistakes.

More importantly, he was furious – but not at himself, of course.

His irritation simmered, fueled by the deep humiliation he saw in Reiner’s eyes. It was impossible to miss, just like the fiasco unfolding on the screen. Reiner was doing a poor job of masking his anger, though Eren supposed he’d probably react the same way if their positions were reversed. But that didn’t matter right now – this was about damage control, not the time to feel sorry for his poor and hurt boyfriend. And, apparently, Connie’s latest Instagram party vlog had done quite a bit of damage.

Fucking stupid Connie Springer.

“What’s this?” Eren eventually asked calmly as he glanced at the video attached to the tweet. The caption read:

Reiner sucks ass – not Eren’s tho! (@ErinAckerdamn)
BIGGEST LEVEREN PROOF!!! #LeverenIsReal #Leveren #LeviAndEren #ErenYeager #LeviAckerman bit.ty/44GujLe
02:33 AM – September 9, 2020 – 165,178 Views
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✨ackerman bbygirl✨ (@itshugoshmugo)
@ErinAckerdamn OH SHIT OH SHIT
05:14 AM – September 9, 2020 – 94,676 Views
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levussy truther (@leviyaperman)
@ErinAckerdamn 🎶🎶🎶told youuuuu 🎶🎶🎶
05:38 AM – September 9, 2020 – 77,223 Views
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cunty cunt (@MissCuntington)
@ErinAckerdamn Wait did Connie really just expose #leveren? 💀
06:11 AM – September 9, 2020 – 100,345

Eren’s jaw tightened, though he kept his tone neutral as he blinked up at Reiner with a carefully crafted look of confusion. His brows furrowed just enough to sell the irritation, giving him the perfect façade of innocence, even if, under the rumpled blanket, he was already clasping hands with Satan himself.

Of course, he’d understood what was going on the second he saw the hashtag and the frozen screen showing Connie’s Instagram story. He wasn’t dumb after all. And as it appeared, his former co-star had just put the final nail in his coffin by broadcasting Eren’s private shenanigans all over the internet. The moment he got his hands on Connie, the egg-head was a dead man walking. But Connie’s fate would have to wait because Reiner was breathing deeply, visibly struggling to hold onto his composure, and Eren had bigger problems to deal with as of now. His life might very well be over before he even got the chance to make Connie pay for this mess.

“You tell me.” Reiner hissed, his voice shaking with barely contained rage. Without another word, he tapped the play button on the screen, and Eren’s personal nightmare began to unfold.

They say your life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die, and Eren swore he was experiencing something close to that as he watched the video play.

It was chaotic, the kind of grainy footage you’d expect from a drunken party, but it captured more than enough to seal his fate. The music was loud, the chatter was incoherent – except for one conversation, which came through crystal clear. Even a deaf person would’ve heard it – it was really this unequivocally. Of course, it had to be the one exchange that would unravel some nasty detail about Eren’s life.

So, this was his reward for indulging in a quiet night at home, craving the domestic bliss he’d missed during the past year? Instead of going out and making appearances, he’d opted for a cozy dinner with his boyfriend in their newly renovated house. And this here was his reward?

What a sick joke.

The one time he was actually behaving himself – for once being the perfect docile angel Reiner sought him out to be – he was slapped in the face by karma. Or could this be categorized as karma? Maybe it was just a general warning – a harsh reminder not to play with fire as he had for the past couple of months.

It was even worse that he was all cuddled up in their bed on this beautiful Sunday morning and instead of receiving his daily cup of coffee with a splash of hazelnut creamer, Eren found himself greeted by Reiner’s death glare, without so much as a ‘good morning’ kiss. Truly unacceptable.  

In the video, Connie was clearly too wasted and hyped to notice – or to care – that the background chatter was about Eren and Levi to keep the guests’ pathetic conversation interesting and flowing. Oblivious as ever, he bopped his buzz-cut head to the beat of Medicine by No Name, screeching along with the chorus, unaware of his surroundings and how his actions were igniting a scandal. And honestly, fuck Apple for making the microphones on the latest iPhone generation so damn effective. The song accompanied by Connie’s hideous voice played in perfect clarity, as did the dialogue of a few partygoers discussing Eren and Levi as if they were the hottest gossip in town.

Admittedly, they probably were.

Internally, Eren cringed at the choice of music. Not only because he had a sinking feeling that the tweet’s hashtags were directly related to it, but because Medicine had haunted him ever since its release a few months ago. And it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy Levi’s sultry voice singing about his ass and talent to ride cock. However, it also made it very hard to forget about the long distance that was laying between him and the rockstar. It wasn’t helping either, that Reiner hummed the song practically every day – whether in the shower or while mixing his gross protein shakes – making Levi’s presence feel inescapable. Mind the fact that these statistics already excluded their daily exchange of dirty texts.

While Eren was being reminded of Levi, yet again, Connie was drunkenly slurring his way through the song’s chorus, his voice cracking as he struggled to keep up with the beat. The whole scene was embarrassing enough to make Eren wrinkle his nose in disgust, especially when Connie let a burp slip in between his messy attempt at singing the right lyrics. If he had a dollar for every time Connie made a fool of himself in public, he’d have doubled his net worth by now. But unfortunately, the real disaster wasn’t Connie’s atrocious singing – it was what the background voices were saying.

Again… fuck Apple.

“I heard this song is actually about Eren.” An obnoxious voice cut through the noise, commenting on the lyrics which took Eren back to the night he’d first heard Medicine, watching Levi rip his shirt off mid-performance while Reiner held him close. Needless to say, Reiner’s arms hadn’t been the reason for his boner at the time.

“Really?” Another unfamiliar voice joined in, sounding intrigued, “I heard it’s about Petra.”

Petra? Eren’s brow twitched imperceptibly at the newly revealed information. Who the fuck was Petra?

Before he could puzzle it out or dwell on it too much, the conversation continued, just as damning as before.

“Nah, I’m sure it’s about Levi eating Eren’s ass since –” 

The dialogue was abruptly cut off by Connie screaming, “RIDE IT!” completely off-key at the top of his lungs as the song reached the end of the bridge, and then the screen recording ended. Reiner snatched the phone from Eren’s hand, locking the screen. As it went dark, Eren’s mind followed suit.

Eren couldn’t identify the traitorous person who’d spilled his dirty little secret and was responsible for what was awaiting him now that the video was over, but he wanted to strangle them with his bare hands.

Shit. What now? The odds were definitely not in his favor.

“So… is it true?” Reiner’s voice came out low and tense, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He stared at Eren with a mix of anger and betrayal, like a child who’d just found out Santa Claus wasn’t real or a puppy whose favorite toy had been snatched away. It was almost endearing – if Eren wasn’t teetering on the brink of disaster, he might’ve even cooed at Reiner’s pout and wide, accusing eyes.

“What?” Eren replied, feigning as much cluelessness as he could muster. He batted his long lashes and gazed up at his boyfriend from where he lay on the bed, doing his best impression of innocence.  

Reiner, still in his sweaty Nike tracksuit from his morning run, glowered down at him. Damp patches stained the fabric across his broad chest and under his arms, and the scent of musk filled Eren’s nostrils, making it hard to focus on playing the victim to these allegations, instead of pouncing at his boyfriend despite the unfolding argument. He’d always been especially horny in the mornings, and weeks without a proper, hard fuck weren’t helping. It was time for Levi to wrap up that goddamn world tour.

Reiner’s nostrils flared as he huffed in irritation, his puppy eyes narrowing into snake slits. “That Levi wrote Medicine about you?”

Eren’s pulse spiked, his heart thudding against his ribs. Crossing his arms, he deepened his frown, hoping Reiner couldn’t hear the panic hammering inside his chest. It was like a jump scare – no matter how much you anticipated it, it always hit hard.

Trying to sound as offended as possible, he snorted. “Why would you think that?”

The better question would’ve been why Reiner wouldn’t think that.

Between the shit Levi had pulled back at the concert in London and their sneaky meet-ups whenever the rockstar was back in town, it was a miracle Reiner hadn’t pieced things together sooner. Eren could only hope his luck would hold out a little longer – at least until he got tired of Levi pounding him into a moaning, helpless mess, which wasn’t likely to happen anytime soon.

Honestly, it wasn’t his fault that he and Levi were so indescribably compatible in bed, nor was it his fault for wanting more than just a handsome and breathtaking fuck out of a relationship. If one man couldn’t provide everything he needed, then it was totally reasonable to seek satisfaction from two. That, at least, was what Eren told himself to sleep at night. And for most of the time, it worked, his smooth and flawless complexion without any wrinkles was proof enough that guilt wasn’t getting to him.

Instead of a verbal answer, Reiner gave him the silent treatment, his lips pressed into a thin line as he shook the phone in his hand. The gesture was all the confirmation Eren needed: Reiner wasn’t buying his act just yet.  

He scoffed as he threw off the blanket and sat up at the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but his black briefs. “Oh, come on, babe… you can’t seriously think that this is anything more than a stupid rumor.” His voice dripped with disdain as if the mere suggestion was beneath him.

As for the Petra comment, Eren hoped to hell it was nothing more than baseless gossip. Otherwise, Levi would miss a couple more inches in height once Eren was done decapitating him. For now, though, he had bigger issues to address – like defusing Reiner’s temper. The panic in his boyfriend’s eyes was unmistakable.

“I might, if it were just fans talking,” Reiner shot back, his glare not wavering. “But it’s spreading beyond that.”

Eren hugged himself, letting his posture slump as though he was shrinking under the weight of the accusation. “Yeah, because celebrities are just as bad as anyone else when it comes to gossip. It’s all bullshit.” His voice was soft, vulnerable, designed to tug at Reiner’s heartstrings.

“That’s not…” Reiner’s tone faltered as he glanced at Eren’s beaten form. His perception of the events crumbled, just the way Eren wanted. “True…” He added, almost inaudibly.

Now Eren had an easy game. From here he could steer their conversation into his anticipated direction.

Stifling a smirk, he picked at his nails and raised a skeptical brow. “Oh? So you’re saying you don’t believe this nonsense, even though you’re famous… even though you fell down the Twitter rabbit hole?” He couldn’t help the accusing note that crept into his voice. Reiner had been spending an unhealthy amount of time on social media lately, thinking he was being subtle when he wasn’t. Eren had noticed him huddling over his phone quite often, his cheeks flushing whenever he caught him glancing at his Twitter feed, shielding his phone from his sight immediately.

“I’m not – I’m not famous.” Reiner mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.

At this, Eren snorted. Shaking his head, he trampled Reiner into a pile of undeserved guilt. “Oh, you sure are, babe. That’s the price you pay for fucking an A-list-model-slash-actor.” His words landed with a hard edge, leaving Reiner speechless, his mouth falling open. Gaping at him, Reiner’s phone nearly fell out of his hand.

“W-well…”

“No.” Eren cut him off, clutching his chest in mock pain as if Reiner’s hesitation had wounded him deeply. “Spare me whatever excuse you were going to make.” He fake-sniffled, not giving his boyfriend a chance to defend himself or to clarify his thoughts. With Reiner on the defensive, it was time to turn the tables completely. After all, Eren’s talent for playing victim was one of his most effective tricks.

“I can’t fucking believe you.” He said, his voice trembling with feigned hurt. “When has Levi or, more importantly I, ever given you any reason to doubt my fidelity?”

Basically ever since they started dating – but that was beside the point.

Now, he had Reiner where he wanted him: cornered, guilty and at his mercy. Reiner dropped his gaze to the floor, gnawing at the inside of his cheek as he struggled for a response.

He opened his mouth to speak, but Eren was quicker. “See?” He pressed on. “This is exactly why Levi keeps his private life so guarded. Even the people he cares about don’t trust him, apparently.”

It was quiet for as long as it took Reiner to process the newly revealed information. Eventually, he looked up from his feet, his eyes widening as a spark of hope and confusion replaced the anger. “He… he cares about me?” He whispered, almost incredulously.

And wasn’t this the kind of thing every fan dreamed of? Their idol taking notice of them?

Of course, it wasn’t true.

Eren was sure, Levi would rather walk through a bed of hot coals than spend more time with Reiner than absolutely necessary. But that was another secret Reiner didn’t need to know.

So Eren leaned into the lie. “Of course, he cares about you! You’re important to me, and as my friend he wants to see me happy!”

“I… damn.” Reiner’s frustration was evident as he dragged a hand across his face, letting out a long breath. He seemed to search for the right words. “I’m sorry, Eren. I really am. I shouldn’t have let the words of strangers get to me – placing their opinions over my trust in you and our relationship… I’m… sorry.”

Eren almost smirked.

Present score: Leveren 1 – Haters (Reiner included) 0.

But as convincing and honest as Reiner’s apology had seemed, it didn’t take long for him to bring up the topic again, a fact Eren discovered just days later.

-September 11, 2020-

The migraine-inducing phone call came while Eren was driving home from his Pilates session. His stomach growled with hunger, and he was already irritable when Zeke’s name popped up on the screen, interrupting his carpool karaoke to Lizzo’s Boys. Ignoring the call would’ve been the smartest thing to do, especially when he was this close to getting hangry, but Zeke had a way of taking things personally when Eren didn’t pick up – and somehow, his brother always knew when he was being intentionally avoided.

Taking a deep breath, Eren tightened his grip on the steering wheel of his Range Rover and answered, bracing himself for whatever Zeke was about to throw at him – because his brother had a bad habit of blaming Eren for every little inconvenience in his life. “Eren’s alter ego speaking,” he grumbled into the freeway intercom, staring ahead at the red traffic light, praying for it to switch to green within the next ten seconds. “Fair warning: he hasn’t eaten yet and is ready to snap.”

“Oh wow.” Zeke’s dry laugh crackled through the speaker, “What happened to ‘hi, how are you’?”

Rolling his eyes, Eren drummed his fingers against the wheel. “Hi, Zeke. How are you?”

“Oh… I’m good, thanks for asking.” Came the immediate response while Eren operated the clutch, finally continuing his way down the main road. “How’s everything been, little brother? And how are things with Reiner?” The second question followed before Eren could respond to the first, making it clear that it was only formality.

He almost slammed on the brakes. The car behind him blared its horns as the Rover hesitated. So, he hadn’t been paranoid thinking Zeke was calling for something unpleasant. There it was – the rotten fish he hadn’t been able to pinpoint was now right in front of him, stinking and impossible to ignore. He should’ve let the call go to voicemail, that much was clear now. His eyes narrowed even though his brother wasn’t there to see the glare.

“Why do you want to know?” Eren asked, flipping off the driver behind him through the rearview mirror when they flashed their headlights.

“I heard there was some trouble in paradise.” Zeke explained nonchalantly.

Hah. Funny how Zeke only seemed to be interested in Eren’s well-being when Reiner was involved. And slowly but surely he had enough of it.

“Have you been talking to my boyfriend about our relationship again?” He didn’t bother to hide his irritation. His hunger wasn’t helping – he’d officially reached the state where he wasn’t grumpy anymore but pissed-off, and Zeke’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard.

“Actually…” Zeke replied, sounding infuriatingly casual, “He came to me. Asked if I knew anything about what’s going on between you and Levi. I didn't start the conversation.”

But you didn’t end it either, Eren thought bitterly. That was the downside of dating someone who was both a colleague and a close friend of his brother.

“Well,” Eren gritted his teeth, “Sounds like you had plenty to say anyway.”

“I can understand why he’s suspicious – I mean, come on, Eren…” Zeke sighed loudly, the way he always did when talking down to a child. Eren’s fingers tightened around the wheel some more. This unequal treatment was one of the many reasons why Eren was so fed up with him. “It’s a bit weird, don’t you think? You being friends with someone nearly twice your age?”

It wasn’t the first time Zeke had expressed his concerns about Eren’s and Levi’s relationship, and it was getting old. By now, he should know that Eren didn’t give a single shit about his approval. After all, he had given Reiner a chance, hadn’t he? So why was Zeke still harping on this?

“I don’t think that’s the real issue here.” Eren remarked as he slowed down for a crossing.

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t stand Levi, it’s not even a secret.”

Zeke huffed. “Well, you can’t blame me!”

Oh, yes, Eren could – and would.

“He’s almost forty and pursuing a friendship with my little brother!” Zeke protested.

“Along with all the other members of No Name…” Eren muttered, making a left turn up the hill.

“Come again?”

“Uhm,” Eren chuckled humorlessly, “Just pointing out that you had zero issues when I introduced you to the rest of the band or any of my former co-stars. In fact, you were pretty eager to talk to some of the biggest names in Hollywood. But the second Levi comes into the picture, you go full-on overprotective big brother.” He let out a mock gag. “It’s uncalled for, and honestly, it gives me the biggest ick.”

There. He’d said it. He was so done with Zeke’s tantrums and bruised ego.

“Ick?” Zeke sputtered. “What? It’s just… he’s rude.”

“No, he’s not. You’re just salty that he didn’t want to chit-chat about your garage band.”

Ever since Levi had brushed off a conversation back in 2018, Zeke had carried around a grudge. Not that Levi even knew about it. Why would he, when he had more important things to do than dwell on a conversation he’d politely excused himself from?

“That’s not true.” Zeke denied weakly.

“It is. And that he wasn’t interested in pursuing buying a house from you.”

“He just walked away mid-conversation. It was rude.” Zeke insisted.

Groaning, Eren let his forehead fall against the steering wheel as he waited at the next red light. “He literally said ‘excuse me’ and greeted some of his co-stars. I was there. Nothing rude about it.” His irritation only grew as he found himself once again defending Levi, as he’d done countless times before. Sure, Levi could come off as aloof or distant, but with Zeke, he hadn’t even been close to rude. Yet, his brother continued to frame Levi as the villain in the story.

“He also doesn’t follow me back on Instagram.”

“Oh my god, Zeke… are you for real?” Eren groaned again, lifting his head just in time to see the light had switched to green. Luckily, there wasn’t anyone behind him this time. “Levi doesn’t even use Instagram. His management handles all his posts.”

“Oh.” Zeke replied, clearly caught off guard.

“Yeah.”

A long, awkward silence followed, neither brother willing to break it. Eren wasn’t about to be the first.

Eventually, Zeke spoke up again. “Okay, but still… should Reiner be worried about your relationship with Levi?”

“No. He shouldn’t.” Eren snapped. “And neither should you, by the way. He’s acting all crazy because of some stupid rumor.”

“A rumor…” Zeke’s skepticism was palpable.

“Yes, a rumor.” Eren repeated, his voice stern.

A moment of silence was what followed until –

“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

There it was – Zeke, being his usual irritating self. He proved himself once again to be the biggest prick in the whole wide world. Was there some secret competition Eren wasn’t aware of? It seemed as though Zeke had chosen him to demonstrate just how annoying and tedious he could be.

Eren was so done with this conversation.

“Zeke, seriously?” He lamented. When Zeke didn’t respond right away, his temper flared. “Oh my god, you actually don’t believe me!”

“I know you, that’s all.” Zeke stated flatly, as if that explained everything. And seriously?

“Well, since you’re accusing me of cheating, I’m accusing you of being a nosy asshole who should stay out of mine and mind his own fucking business.”

“Eren… chill. I’m concerned. That’s all.” Zeke said, trying to defuse the tension, “I don’t want you to mess this up.”

Like Eren was some child in a need of guidance, and Zeke was his self-appointed guardian. God, his brother didn’t know the meaning of boundaries. Why was he so convinced Eren was going to ruin things with Reiner? They’d just bought a house together, had moved in, and were sharing their lives at this point. Eren wasn’t about to leave Reiner – actually far from it – he just needed a little excitement to spice up the domestic routine. Was that so hard to understand?

Probably.

Which was precisely why Eren had never told Zeke about the full extent of his and Levi’s relationship when they’d started fucking back in 2018. Zeke wouldn’t understand… he was too uptight, too old-fashioned. Eren bet he had never tried a position other than missionary – not that he wanted to discuss his brother’s sex life. Because ew. That was a hard no.

“Just because you introduced us doesn’t mean you need to monitor my relationship.”

Of course, Zeke ignored basically everything he had just said. “Reiner’s a good guy, Eren. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

God, could Zeke be any more dramatic?

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” He huffed as he made a turn onto his street. “Levi. And. I. Are. Not. A. Thing.” He punctuated each word, brushing back a stray hair that had escaped his messy bun. For someone who could lie effortlessly most days, selling this lie right now felt impossible.

“Okay…” Zeke finally relented, though he didn’t sound convinced. “If you say so… that’s all I wanted to know.”

“Yeah,” Eren scoffed, entirely unamused. “Took you long enough to get that through your walnut-sized brain.”

As usual, Zeke ignored the insult. “Maybe you should spend some time with Reiner and Levi together. You know, to ease the tension. It might help Reiner see for himself that there’s nothing to worry about.”

Did he actually just suggest that? If Zeke wanted to watch a train wreck in real-time, this was the perfect idea.

“Oh God.” Was all that left Eren’s lips, momentarily speechless. Zeke didn’t realize what he was asking for. He really didn’t.

“It’s just…” Zeke sighed, sounding genuinely distressed. “Reiner’s feeling so insecure right now, and I think it’d help if he actually got to know the guy everyone thinks you’re having an affair with.”

Eren highly doubted that would be a good idea – Levi was far more likely to pin him against a wall and fuck his brains out than sit down for a friendly chat with him and his boyfriend. But he knew Zeke wouldn’t let it go without some kind of agreement.

Letting some time pass before he gave his answer, Eren wondered how he could get Levi to follow through. “I… I’ll think about it.” He mumbled at last, knowing full well that even a good meal wouldn’t lift his mood after this disastrous conversation.

-September 29, 2020-

They’d never discussed why Eren kept up their arrangement while being with Reiner – at least, not in a way that offered any real resolution. Navigating complicated feelings was neither Levi’s nor Eren’s cup of tea, and the one time Levi had half-jokingly asked why Eren was still about to bounce on his dick when he had a perfectly good cock at home, Eren had distracted him in the way he knew best – with that filthy mouth of his.

Levi had quickly forgotten why he’d brought it up in the first place. In his defense, he was convinced every sane person with two functioning eyes and ears would have been distracted by Eren’s lewd explanation and by the warm, soft hand wrapped around their length that was ready to get swallowed by Eren’s irresistible ass.

“The thing is…” Eren had murmured as he slicked up Levi’s cock with lube, then swung one leg across his lap, straddling him, the black slip dress he wore riding up his thighs and God, Levi could have come right on the spot just by the sight of it. Seeing Eren sitting there, silk and lace clinging to his body with his own erection tenting the delicate fabric – it truly made Levi’s pulse pound, as Eren went on.  “Reiner respects me too much to do the things to me, that you’re willing to do… the things I want you to do…” He bent down, his breath hot against Levi’s ear as he scraped his teeth lightly over the shell, sending a shiver down Levi’s spine. “Daddy.”

That one word shattered any lingering coherent thought Levi might have possessed.

Before he could respond, a deep moan slipped past his lips as Eren continued to drive him crazy, grinding down on his cock just enough for the tip to catch onto his stretched entrance without allowing him to slip inside just yet. The little tease – God, that infuriatingly perfect man.

Placing both hands on Eren’s hips to find some solace in the heat of the moment, Levi stared up at him, desperate for more. When Eren straightened up, looking down at him with a self-satisfied smirk, pleased with the reaction he elicited from him, he was so mesmerizing and beautiful that Levi’s breath hitched. His jaw slackened and he couldn’t do anything but stare while Eren continued his gyrating motions, letting out a sweet moan in the process that made Levi’s cock throb.

Levi gulped, eyes hooded, completely entranced by the man in his lap. “And what is it I’m supposed to do to you?” He managed, trying to keep his voice steady, though it came out cracked and ragged with need. His hips bucked up on their own accord, chasing Eren’s hole and betraying his attempt to appear unfazed.

Eren’s smirk widened, his eyes dark with mischief, letting Levi’s cock press against his rim again, just barely breaching him, giving him a taste of what was yet to come. Then he leaned closer, nibbling his way from Levi’s jaw to his ear as his teeth grazed over his cheekbone along the way. “Fuck me open and sore until I can’t walk… Then fuck my mouth until I can’t talk for days.”

Levi didn’t know why he couldn’t help but think back to that particular exchange – which had naturally led to mind-blowing sex – while Eren led him to the huge dining table in his and Reiner’s new house. It was set for a three-course meal, complete with lit candles and soft music playing in the background.

How did he end up here, sharing his rare free evening with his lover and said lover’s boyfriend, you might ask? Well, Levi wasn’t familiar with the whole extent of the exact reason but Eren had mentioned something about ‘damage control’ and then hinted at a complete sex ban if Levi didn’t show up. Which would have also included no sexting, which was why Levi was now contemplating the arrangement of tableware, staring down at the abstract centerpiece, and rethinking his life choices. He couldn’t believe he’d actually agreed to this awkward get-together and, internally, he was wishing for some good wine or an even stronger drink to get him through the night.

Before Eren could slip into the kitchen to help the cause of this whole mess – Reiner, always the inconvenience he’d been from the start – prepare the appetizers for their dinner, Levi grabbed his arm and yanked him back. “Why did you drag me into this again?” He hissed, pulling Eren down to glare at him.  

“Because…” Eren’s gaze darted around the room to make sure they were alone before answering, “We need to show Reiner that we’re friends.”

“Oh? Aren’t we?” Levi arched an eyebrow, his expression unamused.

Swatting him in the chest, Eren jerked his arm free. “You know what I mean.” He snapped.

Levi rolled his eyes and took a step back. “It’s not my fault that you’re too incompetent to keep your affairs a secret.”

An appalled gasp left Eren’s mouth. “It was your song that got people talking, you shithead!”

“Yeah, but it’s not my problem if people make the connection between the lyrics, my mouth, and your ass.”

“And it’s not my problem if my knee’s about to make a connection with your crotch.”

“You wouldn’t.” Levi replied, unfazed by the threat. Eren had threatened to crush his genitals more times than he could count by now, so he was fairly sure he was all talk, since he was still able to walk.

“Oh, I so would.”

“If I can’t fuck you anymore, what’s the point of this shitty dinner anyway?” Levi asked, giving a gaping Eren a mocking pat on the shoulder as he headed toward the newly installed minibar Reiner had shown off earlier. Instead of responding, Eren let out a frustrated huff and stalked off to help Reiner in the kitchen.

And Levi? He poured himself a generous glass of whiskey, knowing it would be the first of many as he settled in for what promised to be an excruciating evening.

Thinking back to that conversation with Eren about their ‘arrangement’, he found himself no closer to figuring out why they really kept it up. And even more, where the lines really were drawn – or if there were any lines at all.

He didn’t come to any satisfying conclusion.

*** ***

It was official – Levi wanted to kill himself.

Even with the delicious food and the second bottle of red wine flowing, he could hardly endure Reiner’s nervous small talk and Eren’s constant reassuring coos whenever Reiner blushed or stumbled over his words. What made it worse was Eren’s frequent gestures of affection – reaching out to hold Reiner’s hand, flashing him one of those charming smiles. Each time, Reiner’s face grew even redder, if that was even possible, while Levi’s jaw ached from clenching his teeth so hard. He was seconds away from snapping at the lovesick pair, especially Eren for dragging him into this farce in the first place, but he managed to contain himself for the sake of his own sanity – and his complicated sex life.

He couldn’t help but doubt the sincerity of Eren’s investment in this so-called relationship. It felt about as healthy as rotting fruit, and as genuine as a cheap knockoff. Levi would’ve bet a decent amount of cash that Eren was just playing happy family in this multimillion doll house.

Somewhere between Reiner’s awkward chatter about hobbies and the abrupt shift to philosophy, Levi had lost the thread of the conversation. He was well into his third glass of wine, after two whiskeys, when Reiner’s voice caught his attention again.

“… Oh, I definitely believe in karma. It always turns out to be true.” Reiner said, looking from Eren, who sat at the head of the table, to Levi, who was seated across from him. It seemed like Eren was trying to position himself as a mediator, the happy middle ground between the two men who shared his life. But honestly, Levi could give two fucks about Eren’s intentions.

“Good things happen to good people, and bad people eventually get what they deserve,” Reiner continued, his tone annoyingly earnest.

Eren nodded in agreement, his fingers once more interlaced with Reiner’s, while Levi’s jaw tightened. “And by that, you mean poetic justice, I suppose?” Eren giggled, brushing his hair back and batting his eyelashes at his boyfriend.

God, Levi wanted to throw up right onto Eren’s homemade crème brûlée.

“Yeah, something like that.” Reiner said, oblivious to Levi’s festering disdain. “That’s just how the universe works.”

Levi let out a dry, humorless laugh. “That’s bullshit.”

Frowning, Reiner turned his attention from Eren’s fading smile to him. “Why?”

“Why should the universe care if someone does something that others perceive as good or bad? It doesn’t.” He replied flatly. “The universe doesn’t give a shit.”

Reiner seemed to ponder that for a moment. “So, you don’t believe in karma?”

“No, I don’t.” Levi said, his tone clipped. He’d always found karma to be a comforting lie that people told themselves when they were shocked by the consequences of their own poor behavior.

“Don’t jinx your fate here, Levi.” Eren quipped, withdrawing his hand from Reiner’s to reach for his wine glass.

Levi watched Eren lift the glass to his lips, then leaned forward, sliding a hand under the table to rest on Eren’s upper thigh. “Well,” he drawled, keeping his expression neutral as his fingers squeezed the warm flesh beneath them, causing Eren to choke slightly on his first sip, “I haven’t had any karmic payback yet, so…” His hand continued to creep upward, inching toward Eren’s groin.

Reiner, blissfully unaware yet again of what was happening right under his eyes, furrowed his brows. “What do you mean by –”

“He’s talking about… colorful language,” Eren cut in, his voice an octave higher than it had been all night, squirming in his seat as Levi’s thumb rubbed against his crotch. “And he should definitely work on that. He has an unhealthy obsession with words like ‘shit’ and ‘ass’.”

Levi remained calm, skillfully ignoring Eren’s pointed glare and Reiner’s confused expression as he continued to palm Eren’s growing erection. “Well… considering the whole world seems to know how much I like ass, we may as well acknowledge the debate,” he said, his gaze shifting to Reiner.

Eren’s body jolted beside him.

“Levi!” Eren nearly screeched, “Stop it!”

Reiner on the other hand went red, and this time Levi was the reason, not his enraged boyfriend. “Is this about the twitter rumor?” He asked, visibly uncomfortable, tugging at the collar of his shirt and swallowing thickly as he tried to hold Levi’s challenging stare. “Because if it is, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed –”

With a loud exhale, Levi gave Eren’s semi-hard cock one last squeeze before withdrawing his hand and reaching for his spoon on the table. “I don’t care what you think of me. Your approval means nothing. I barely know you,” he said flatly, scooping up a bite of the crème brûlée. “But I do care what you think of Eren.” He took a deliberate bite, savoring the sweet taste as he met Reiner’s eyes.

In hindsight, there were probably better ways to address the elephant in the room. Judging by the mixture of adoration and fury in Eren’s gaze and the shock on Reiner’s face, that much was clear. But it was too late for regrets.

“Listen…” Reiner cleared his throat, his tone earnest as he tried to regain his composure. “I know I made a mistake, and I’m sorry. I should have trusted him as much as he trusts me. I know that now.”

It was almost pathetic – fascinating, really – how easy it was to rattle the guy. The more Levi observed, the less he understood why Eren put up with him. Didn’t the brat have enough dignity to want someone more secure, someone who didn’t crumble at the first sight of trouble? Out of all the people who practically worshipped the ground he was walking on, why settle for this? Even Levi had done his fair share of bowing down or kneeling for Eren. But on a second thought maybe that was the exact reason why Eren had chosen the hulk. He was so damn easy to manipulate.

“Oh, is that so?” Levi taunted, his tone dripping with skepticism.

“Levi…” Eren warned, voice low, barely shaking his head in disapproval.

“Fine.” He relented, rolling his eyes and letting the spoon clatter onto the plate. “I accept your apology. Just try not to have a meltdown every time someone dares to have an opinion about one of my songs. It could get exhausting…”

Although Eren kicked him hard under the table, Levi only smirked, quite pleased with his last statement and with the stunned look on Reiner’s stupid face.

Needless to say, the rest of dinner was thick with tension, but Levi was reasonably certain that Reiner no longer suspected him of doing things like eating Eren’s ass – though if anyone asked, he’d be happy to confirm it was something he was always in the mood for.

*** ***

Somehow – though Levi wasn’t sure how exactly – he had managed to survive the torturous evening. Standing at the front door of the Braun-Yeager mansion, he was on the verge of doing a little victory dance since he’d made it through the excruciating hours of awkwardness, stifled irritation, and endless polite conversation. Internally, he was congratulating himself for enduring it all. Back home, he’d reward himself with one last drink and maybe indulge in one of the sex tapes he and Eren had recorded, before finally calling it a night.

“So…” Reiner began, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he gave Levi a nervous smile. “It really was a lovely dinner, Levi. Thank you for joining us, and for giving me the chance to make amends.”

Levi resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The evening had been nothing short of dreadful. Even food poisoning would’ve been preferable to sitting through all that forced pleasantry. Still, he pasted on the best fake smile – the same one he’d used when he first met Reiner last December – and replied, “It’s been… wonderful. Really. You’ve built yourself a lovely home here. It has everything anyone could wish for.” He glanced pointedly at Eren as he finished speaking.

“Aw, don’t say things you don’t mean.” Eren returned with a saccharine smile, equally as false.

Levi decided not to respond. He was thoroughly done with the day – and with Eren’s futile attempts to make him warm up to Reiner.

“Well, I’ll better be going,” he said instead, already half-turned toward the door.

“Your schedule is that tight, huh?” Reiner asked and yeah, truthfully, Levi had a thousand things he’d rather do than spend another second in this painfully awkward trio.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Erm,” Reiner cleared his throat for what felt like the tenth time that night. “It means a lot that you sacrificed your rare free time to have dinner with us.”

“Oh, believe me,” Levi deadpanned, ignoring the warning look Eren shot in his direction, “I couldn’t have spent my evening in a better way.”

Another silence descended, the air thick with tension. Eren, ever the peacemaker, broke it quickly. “Alright, enough compliments for today,” he said, wrapping an arm around Levi and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “It was lovely, as always. Have a good night.” Then, in a voice so quiet only he could hear, he added, “I’ll text you when I’m free tomorrow.” With that he pulled back and returned to his place beside Reiner.

Extending his hand, Reiner offered a parting handshake. With a mental sigh, Levi accepted, giving it a firm squeeze. “Thanks for coming over, man. And… uh, break a leg? Or whatever you guys say in the industry.”

“Yeah, break a neck,” Levi corrected with a faint smirk, letting go of Reiner’s hand.

As he stepped outside, the memory of Reiner’s earlier musings about karma flitted through his mind. What was it he’d said again about people getting what they deserved?

The Daily Mail: October 2, 2020

Bruised But Unbreakable – L Hits the Stage in LA Despite Shocking Injury!

He’s done it again! No Name’s frontman Levi Ackerman has left fans reeling – but this time, it’s not for his steamy shirtless stunts or surprise new music drops. The buzz this week? L rolled onto the stage at the band’s highly anticipated Los Angeles homecoming show sporting a neck brace! Yes, you read that right – the indie rock scene’s most adored heartthrob was strapped up and still smashing it on stage.

The unexpected sight of Ackerman in a neck brace sent shockwaves through the audience, who were left whispering and speculating as the band maintained their trademark hush-hush approach. What’s behind the sudden injury? Was it a backstage brawl? A wild night gone wrong? Or maybe a freak accident during a secret stunt? No one knows for sure, and the silence from the band’s camp has only fueled the frenzy.

Rumors are flying like wildfire. Sources say that just a day before the gig, an ambulance was spotted rushing Ackerman to the hospital. It’s alleged that he was bedridden, unable to lift his head or even roll over – but the details are as murky as ever. Hospital insiders have been tight-lipped about the mysterious incident that left L barely able to move.

Yet, if you thought that would keep this rock ‘n’ roll rebel down, think again! Neck brace and all, Levi Ackerman gave a jaw-dropping performance that no one saw coming. Without missing a beat, he belted out every song without a hint of playback, defying expectations and proving why he’s a true showman. Sure, he took a quick breather, sitting down for a bit during an instrumental solo, but it only added to the dramatic flair.

From the moment he stepped on stage, it was clear: Levi Ackerman isn’t just an artist, he’s a warrior, truly humanity’s strongest – and humanity’s strongest doesn’t back down from a challenge, not even with a neck brace. Fans couldn’t get enough, with social media already ablaze, hailing him as the “rock god who doesn’t know the meaning of surrender”.

What really happened that night? For now, it’s anyone’s guess. But one thing’s for sure – L just cemented his place as the music industry’s most fearless performer.

-October 2, 2020-

Eren was biting down hard on his lip, trying in vain to suppress his laughter as he scrolled through the Twitter threads about Levi’s injury. The comments grew more absurd and entertaining the further he read, and he couldn’t resist screenshotting the most outrageous and idiotic ones. He eagerly sent them to the group chat with Floch and Jean, and occasionally straight to Hange – or even to Levi, the actual victim in this scenario. It was just too hilarious not to share. Even Hange was joining in, sending tweets back and laughing their ass off.

Levi, of course, had blocked him after the third message, so Eren’s latest gems were sent straight into the void. But that didn’t bother him much. If anything, it would be a nice surprise for Levi once he was done holding a grudge. He’d have a treasure trove of at least ten priceless screenshots waiting for him, showcasing the best Twitter conspiracies about the incident. Honestly, Levi should be grateful Eren was documenting all the ridiculousness he was missing out on. It was some of the best online drama about the singer since the infamous Oscar-Gate, and the theories only kept getting wilder and more unhinged.

holy shit levi 🥵 (@NoPaaain)
that happens when you carry the burden of being the hottest man on earth I guess 😩🙏 #blessed #LeviAckerman #dilf
10:40 PM – October 1, 2020 – 56,839 Views

1 M stan (@5oohoo8)
Levi: trying to sleep at the age of 38
Levi the next day: 🤕🚑🧑🏻‍🦼‍➡️
#LeviAckerman #NoName #L
11:23 PM – October 1, 2020 – 77,111 Views

getting off (@2LsVoice)
Levi rn #HumanitysStrongest #LeviAckerman

08:49 AM – October 2, 2020 – 61,563 Views

He had even seen a version of this one that incorporated Levi’s head instead of King Julien’s. Hence a timeless classic, if you asked him.  

matt (@Ballsdeep69)
eren gotta get a gun license for his ass lmao #LeviAckerman #Leveren #ErenYeager #LeviInjured2020 #NeckbraceGate
09:02 AM – October 2, 2020 – 98,998 Views

here to take L’s medicine (@ughhhLevi)
I bet he tripped over sth H left backstage bc I heard they’re messy af #NeckbraceGate
09:33 AM – October 2, 2020 – 35,212 Views

As Eren was about to bookmark yet another tweet, Reiner burst into the living room, looking frantic with his phone in hand, Twitter open on the screen. “Oh my god, babe…” He panted, heavily, still catching his breath as he rushed over to where Eren sat on the couch. “Did you know about Levi? He’s injured!” Practically shoving the phone into Eren’s face, almost bumping him in the nose, Reiner’s hand shook slightly as he pointed to the trending topic.

Eren jerked back, narrowly avoiding a collision with the bright screen. Locking his own phone and sliding it into his jogger pockets, he nodded. “Yeah, Hange already texted me.” He said, gently pushing Reiner’s hand away to see his boyfriend’s face instead of a blinding display.

“What happened?” Reiner’s voice was filled with genuine concern.

“Uh, well, so…” Eren hesitated, searching for a believable lie far removed from the actual cause. “Apparently, he hurt himself trying to get out of bed… after falling asleep in an awkward position.”

It wasn’t a complete stretch. The cause had been an awkward position, after all, and Eren had experienced something similar himself months ago, though not to the point of needing a neck brace. Still, he often slept like a pretzel, so the story sounded plausible enough.

“Man, that sounds awful. I feel so sorry for him.” Reiner said, scrolling through more tweets with a furrowed brow. “Wearing that brace must be miserable, especially since he can’t move his head at all. Poor guy.”

“Yeah, there was talk of canceling a few shows, but Levi wouldn’t hear of it,” Eren added, recalling the chaotic scene when Levi had practically yelled at Hange, Erwin, and Mike about ‘sticking their cancelling plans up their asses’ Hange had told him about, refusing to postpone the tour unless surgery became absolutely necessary. Hange’s exasperation over the phone was still fresh in Eren’s memory, especially when they shared the news that Levi would be in a neck brace for two weeks, despite every doctor advising him to take it easy.

“I get it, though. Cancelling would be a huge deal,” Reiner said, pulling Eren back to the present. “But still, it must really suck for him.”

“Yeah, definitely.” Eren replied, suppressing the urge to laugh as he thought back to the actual reason for the injury. He was lucky enough to have witnessed it first-hand.

Reiner’s face lit up as he kept scrolling. “Have you seen some of these fan theories about what caused the injury?”

Mind going back to the tweets he had just read, Eren chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve seen a couple.”

“Oh my god, they’re hilarious.” Reiner said, his laughter growing as he scrolled deeper. “The more I read, the crazier they get.”

Eyes widening in alarm, Eren feared where this was heading, especially if Reiner stumbled upon the wilder posts from die-hard Leveren shippers. “Uh, maybe you should stop scrolling –”

“Wait, this one’s priceless!” Reiner cut him off, reading a tweet aloud. “Someone said, ‘What if it’s a sex injury?’ Hah! How would that even happen?” He laughed, wiping a tear from his eye.

Swallowing thickly, Eren scratched at his nape. “Yes, totally… hilarious,” He managed, forcing a chuckle. Hopefully Reiner would drop it here.

But, of course, he didn’t.

“Lord in Christ! Listen to this,” Reiner continued, his voice gleeful. “‘Bet he ate Eren’s ass too hard’.” He snorted. “Jesus, people won’t let those rumors die, huh? It’s really getting ridiculous, I have to admit that.”

Thankfully, Reiner didn’t notice how the color drained from Eren’s face or how quiet he suddenly became as he kept chuckling at all the different, absurd theories that were circulating about Levi’s injury. And for the last tweet, Reiner had read, it wasn’t so far away from the truth as one might think. 

-September 30, 2020-

Levi’s cock was heavy on Eren’s tongue, it throbbed with every slick movement of Eren’s lips gliding up and down on its length. The girth stretched his mouth to its limits, and the tip tested his gag-reflex in an all too familiar way that sent a thrill down his spine as he savored the feeling of Levi’s velvety skin and the way the prominent vein throbbed under his touch like a reward just for him. God, Eren loved sucking Levi’s dick and milking him dry, loved making himself choke with its size, and loved it even more when his mouth and throat were filled with his hot reward. He took pride in the way he could coax Levi to the edge, relishing in the taste and sensation of his mouth filling with the salty heat. It wasn’t just physical pleasure that drove him and got him off in return; it was the knowledge that Levi Ackerman, heartthrob and the very definition of irresistible, had a weakness – a craving – that only Eren could satisfy. That Eren was the one Levi called late at night, groaning into the speaker with a hand wrapped around his cock and telling him that he was missing his body at the other end of the world.

Levi’s orgasm happened suddenly, without warning. The only signals were the faltering strokes of his tongue against Eren’s sensitive entrance and the tightening of his abs beneath Eren’s hand, which was splayed across Levi’s firm, toned stomach to hold himself up.

With a low, guttural groan against Eren’s skin, Levi let go, his release spilling into Eren’s mouth as his teeth grazed the delicate area around Eren’s rim. For a brief moment, the mouth that had been teasing and licking his hole disappeared, and Eren could hear Levi struggling to catch his breath, gasping sharply. However, since he was occupied swallowing around the cock on his tongue and the huge amount of cum that was about to leak from the corners of his mouth, Levi’s lips returned to their task in the meantime.

Starting to ravish what they did best before Eren could even start to miss the addicting sensation, Levi left him trembling atop his body. As Levi’s spent cock slipped from his mouth, Eren let out a shuddering moan – high and needy now that his throat was free from its demanding occupant. The sounds intensified, growing whinier when Levi’s hands gripped his ass firmly, spreading him open and pulling him down onto his face again. Eren gasped as Levi buried his nose between his cheeks, his tongue working rapidly in and out of the wet, puffy muscle, humming against his hole in approval. The sensation was still as overwhelming as it had been the first time Levi had eaten him out, and for a moment, Eren wondered if Levi could even breathe down there, trapped beneath him. But the concern faded quickly, replaced by pure bliss as Levi’s tongue drove deeper, his cock already twitching with renewed life and beginning to thicken in his hand as he devoured Eren like he was his last meal.

Any coherent thought Eren might have had left his mind at once. His entire world narrowed to the wet slide of Levi’s tongue against him, the hot breath that spilled over his skin, and the pressure of fingers digging possessively into his flesh. Pushing back against Levi’s mouth, he wailed as the lips began to suck at the sensitive ring of muscle before Levi’s tongue ran along his perineum and back to his entrance, wiggling into the tight heat and causing Eren to nearly lose himself, his body jerking in response as he yelped.

“Oh, fuck!” He cried out, voice breaking under the tremendous pleasure he was receiving. Levi was truly the god of eating ass –especially Eren’s.

Levi pushed him back slightly, just enough for Eren to look down and see the man beneath him – cheeks flushed, eyes blown wide with desire, a devilish smirk curling his lips. Panting heavily, Levi licked his lips before he spoke with a voice roughened by lust. “Ride my face, baby. I want you to give it your all.”

He looked almost feral, his dark eyes ridden of any silver trace, glassy and wild, sweat-slicked hair falling into his face in unruly strands. And still, Levi looked like the most handsome human Eren had ever laid his eyes on. Perhaps even for that exact reason.

No one ever looked at him like Levi did.

Before Eren could come to terms with the demand, Levi was pulling him down again, lips meeting his skin with a satisfied groan. It was as though Levi was willing to lose himself in the act for good, not caring for a moment if he was starved for air, intent only on devouring Eren as if he were the last thing in the world worth tasting.

He complied eagerly, riding Levi’s face with a fierce rhythm, loving the control he had over every motion of Levi’s tongue as it reached all the right spots that left him shaking. Leaning back as far as he could, he rolled his hips with a ferocity that earned him a sharp slap on the cheek in encouragement, the skin tingling as it flushed red with Levi’s handprint. The sting only heightened the sensations swirling inside him, especially as Levi’s tongue pressed even deeper, flattening to lap at the sensitive skin in renewed vigor. The way he met Eren’s movements with such practiced skill – like he had done this a dozen times before, and probably even more – left Eren breathless.

Levi knew exactly how to tease with the flick of his tongue or the scrape of his teeth or the suck of his lips, making Eren’s legs quiver dangerously.

Unable to resist, his hand reached back to grasp the damp strands of Levi’s hair, yanking his head back to change the angle just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through his entire body. It was toe-curlingly good – so good, in fact, that Eren knew he would be dreaming about this moment for days to come. His cock throbbed, ready to combust, precum dribbling from its tip, while Levi’s relentless tongue drove him closer and closer to the edge with every new nibble and lick. Finally, Eren tore his hand away from Levi’s re-hardened length and wrapped it around his own neglected erection, giving himself the first desperate tug of the night. An instant flood of relief washed over him.

“Ah, fuck, daddy!” He cried out, the words slipping from his lips in a mix of a sigh and a moan as Levi’s tongue worked him with increasing urgency. The rougher Levi got, the harder Eren ground his hips against him, chasing his climax with a frantic pace.

When it finally tore through him, it was with such force that his limbs gave out, failing to hold him up and leaving him trembling above Levi’s heaving chest. His thighs clenched around Levi’s throat as his release spilled across Levi’s flexing abs, pooling in and around his belly button.

His fingers finally released their iron grip on Levi’s hair, straightening out his stiff fingers, as he tried to gather what little strength of his muscles was left to lift himself off Levi’s face. With a loud exhale, he collapsed beside him on the mattress, eyes closed as his body pulsed with the aftermath of his orgasm and his circulation fought against collapsing.

Levi, on the other hand, let out a low groan – not the good kind. Still panting, he sucked in deep breaths as though trying to replenish his neglected lungs. Stirring, his next groan was laced with a hint of pain, and when Eren glanced over at him, he saw Levi lying there with his eyes squeezed shut, teeth clenched, and one hand gripping the back of his neck.

“Levi?” Eren asked, concern breaking through the fog of his post-orgasmic haze. His brain struggled to catch up, barely processing what was happening to the man who had eaten him out like a gold medal champion moments ago.

“Fuck.” Levi muttered, his voice strained as he tried to sit up, only to collapse back onto the sheets with a high-pitched whine. “Fucking hell. What the fuck?” His tone was more panicked now, a stark contrast to the blissed-out state they had been in. He should sound completely satisfied and happy, not stressed out and in pain. And – oh shit. Levi was in pain.

“Are you okay?” Eren asked, more urgently this time.  

When Levi only whined in return instead of giving him an actual reply, Eren’s conscience was back in full force. This wasn’t a good sign at all.

“Levi?” He tried again, carefully sitting up and eyeing the singer whose face was still scrunched up in pain.

“I can’t move… my neck.” Levi finally admitted, groaning again when he tried to shift even the slightest bit. Every attempt at movement seemed to send a fresh wave of pain through him, leaving him sprawled out on the bed like a starfish with no clothes on and Eren’s cum still drying on his belly, utterly motionless except for the occasional twitch of agony.

“Are you…” Eren nibbled on his bottom lip, unsure what to do in this situation, “like… sure?” His voice wavered between concern and genuine disbelief.

“I literally can’t move!” Levi snapped, irritation and panic edging into his voice.  

“Did you really screw up your neck from the rim job?” Eren asked, biting back a smile.

“Apparently.” Levi hissed, his face contorting in discomfort.

“Oh my God, you’re really getting old, huh?” Eren snickered, trying – and failing – to stifle a laugh that collided with Levi’s next pained groan. The first chuckle escaped him, earning him a glare from Levi, but he couldn’t help it, as sorry as he felt. The situation was too absurd. When did anyone ever throw out their neck because of some enthusiastic ass-eating?

“Stop laughing and call a damn ambulance, you idiot!” Levi demanded, reaching out blindly to swat at Eren’s leg, the movement only eliciting another pained noise that sounded almost like a wounded animal.

“I-I’m sorry,” Eren giggled even more, the laughter bubbling up uncontrollably now. It was fucking hilarious, okay?

He was still catching his breath when he reached for his phone on the nightstand, pulling up the camera app.

“Eren, what the hell are you –”

Before Levi could finish, Eren snapped a picture of him lying there, face twisted in pain. “This is so going to the group chat,” he said with a mischievous grin, quickly typing out a message to Jean and Floch.

Groupchat: one horse, one slut and one ginger

Eren [3:10 PM]
(image attached)
lmao look what happened 💀

“Did you just take a photo?!” Levi bellowed, eyes snapping open. The sudden movement made him wince almost immediately as a new flash of pain shot through his neck.

“Yep! And now for the selfie.” Eren replied with a cheeky smile, kneeling beside the bed. He positioned himself right next to Levi’s head, stuck his tongue out, and flashed a peace sign for the camera while Levi glared daggers at the lens. If Levi hadn’t been immobilized, Eren had no doubt he’d be in serious trouble.

“For fuck’s sake, Eren! Call the fucking ambulance!” Levi shouted, his voice rough and edged with pure frustration.

“Hush, just gimme a second.” Eren waved him off and typed away the next message.

Groupchat: one horse, one slut and one ginger

Eren [3:12 PM]
(image attached)
rode his face 2 hard 😬🫢✌️

Floch [3:14 PM]
ayyooo
slayyy queen

Jean [3:15 PM]
ur jokin right?
?????
?!?!?!?!?

Floch [3:16 PM]
this is the best photo I’ve ever seen
PUT THIS ON THE COVER OF PEOPLE MAGAZINE
SEXIEST MAN ALIVE 2020 🗣️🗣️🗣️  

Eren [3:20 PM]
srsly have 2 call an ambulance for him
jesus
hes such a crybaby
🙄

Jean [3:22 PM]
Did levi srsly injure himself with fucking?????

Eren [3:22 PM]
hes an old man
shit happens I guess

Floch [3:23 PM]
LMFAOOO
Sfhighwih
EREN IM SCREAMINNN

Jean [3:27 PM]
He’s so gonna kill u for this

And no, Jean had been wrong – Eren was still very much alive, though Levi had stubbornly refused to utter a single word to him until the paramedics finally loaded him into the ambulance and drove away. His last words had been, “if you send this to one more person, god help me, Eren, you’re done for.” Additionally, Eren also had been given strict instructions to wait for Erwin, who would arrive shortly to help him pack a bag for Levi’s stay at the hospital.

Chapter Text

-December 15, 2020-

Levi Ackerman had a problem – a colossal, all-consuming, no-fixing-this-with-hush-money kind of problem (and that he’d done a lot by now in the years of his career). Not the sort of thing that could be smoothed over with backstage passes to industry bigwigs or erased by one of those awkward, half-hearted apologies he was so adept at giving.

It wasn’t something therapy could untangle either, despite Erwin’s repeated, not-so-subtle suggestions over the years of their friendship. No intervention, no crisis management, no carefully crafted PR stunt was going to save him from this mess. And the worst part? Levi had absolutely no idea how to handle it.

It had technically started yesterday, during the Asian leg of their world tour – on the final stop, in fact, before they were supposed to be free of this relentless grind. Except, that wasn’t entirely true. This whole mess had started far earlier – months ago, maybe even longer. But Levi, in all his stubborn denial, hadn’t recognized the magnitude of his huge ass problem, until now.

Until he was lying naked in a sprawling king-size bed, in a luxury hotel room in Tokyo, questioning himself and his sanity while he stared at the ceiling like it held the answers to his screwed-up life. Spoiler alert: it didn’t.

Beside him, the peaceful rise and fall of someone else’s breathing reminded him why he was in this predicament to begin with. Turning his head, he stared at the sleeping body beside him and then back at the ceiling. He still wasn’t receiving any answers to his misery. Then his eyes flickered to the figure next to him again – blissfully asleep, snuggled into the pillow, completely fucked out, and utterly oblivious to the storm raging inside his head. Completely oblivious to his existential crisis.

God, he’d been such an idiot.

An ignorant, shortsighted, naïve idiot.

He hated himself for every choice he’d made that led him to this moment. And – most frustratingly – he hated the man lying next to him. Or at least, Levi tried to summon some hatred for him.

But it was a losing battle, because no matter how hard he tried, the hatred refused to take root. In its place, something far more dangerous had settled in his chest. An even bigger emotion took up all the space in his heart, twisting and tangling through his ribcage like vines.

And that – that – was the real problem.

-October 23, 2020-

Levi hated touring in the states, since it was the distance that turned the phrase ‘so close yet so far’ into a cruel reality. He was gutted and annoyed, the ache for his own four walls gnawing at his core and seeping into his tired, overworked bones.

Here he was, stuck in yet another uninspiring city in the middle of nowhere, while home was just a few hours away by plane. But there was no way in hell he’d pull a Taylor Swift – zero fucks given about global warming – and hop on a private jet back to his Los Angeles mansion every chance he got. Instead, Levi accepted his fate: nights in sterile hotel rooms filled with nothing but his own brooding thoughts. Occasionally, Hange would crash his solitude for a TV-show marathon (pestering him until he called defeat), but since Moblit had joined most of the tour, Hange spent their free time with their husband rather than Levi and his perpetual cranky mood.

Which was totally fine with him.

No one was particularly eager – especially Levi – for ‘quality’ time with their bandmates after spending months together, cramped in buses and green rooms, barely catching a break from each other. They’d reached that point where the tiniest things set them off – snapping over misplaced gear or a missed cue during soundcheck. It wasn’t as bad as it used to be, though. Years ago, they might have had full-on blowouts, but now, they’d figured out how to avoid ripping each other’s heads off.

Being in a band meant learning to endure the chaos together: holding someone’s hair back as they threw up after too many drinks and too many lines, covering for each other after wild nights involving trashed hotel rooms and emptied minibars. By now they got used to practically living in each other’s pockets which didn’t make it any less suffocating and annoying at times.

Most nights, Levi was grateful to collapse into his bed after a show, his body drained and screaming for rest without any further company. He’d promised himself to ease up on the cocaine – his twenties were long gone, and his body wasn’t as forgiving anymore. Thankfully, his bandmates usually felt the same way, sparing him from any obligatory post-show hangouts. Still, even with the relentless company and the deafening roar of fans echoing in his ears, the nights alone in unfamiliar beds were far from comforting and revitalizing.

Tonight was no different. After wrapping up yet another show – 40,000 screaming fans – he trudged to his hotel room in the Midwest, dreading the silence waiting for him. Erwin was probably curled up with Mike, Hange with Moblit. Levi, meanwhile, was left with nothing but his exhaustion and an ache for someone he missed far more than he cared to admit.

So, to say he was shocked when he unlocked his door, plucking the keycard into the slot and turning on the lights with a long sigh as he scrubbed a hand over his face in an attempt to collect himself after the fourth show in the span of six days, was an understatement because –

“Hello there, rockstar.”

Eren.

Eren was here.

In fucking Kansas City.

Levi froze, his breath hitching. For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating, exhaustion playing tricks to his overworked mind, so he pinched himself hard on the arm, just to be sure. But no – standing in the middle of the ridiculously opulent hotel suite was Eren, looking every bit like a dream that shouldn’t exist.

He was stunning, standing there, wearing the most beautiful red silk dress Levi had ever seen. The gown hugged his figure perfectly, falling to the floor with a slit that ran all the way up his golden, tanned thigh. Black heels clasped his feet, adding elegance to his already ethereal presence.

Eyes widening, Levi took in the sight completely. Eren’s soft, dark locks framed his face perfectly, his lips painted with deep red lipstick, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. He was breathtaking – beautiful and unreachable for most people.

But not for Levi.

For him, Eren stood there in all his crimson glory, dressed to captivate, to overwhelm and– Eren tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a smirk, snapping Levi out of his shock-like state.

“Surprise” he said, his voice smooth, teasing, and dripping with intent.

“What…” Levi started, but his thoughts derailed again as his eyes drank in the vision before him. God, he almost felt like crying because Eren was so fucking beautiful – a fantasy made flesh. “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you.” Eren blinked, lips pouty and oh so bitable with his hands clasped behind his back. The explanation slipped so easily past his lips, as if his intentions were so obvious and self-evident that Levi couldn’t help but think, yeah, maybe that’s reason enough.

“You… missed me?” Levi echoed, the words strange and foreign on his tongue. Because Eren had never said that before.  

It had always been, ‘I miss your hands around my neck’, ‘your dick up my ass’, ‘your mouth between my thighs’, or ‘your voice whispering filthy promises into my ear’, but never ‘I miss you’. It was something entirely different. It sounded like more than desire.

It felt like a confession.

And it knocked the air right out of Levi’s lungs.

“Yeah.” Eren’s lips curled into a slow smile as he revealed a bottle of champagne from behind his back. He held it in one hand while he toyed with his bottom lip, tugging it between his thumb and index finger. It was a mix of shyness, excitement, and nervousness he exuded, all wrapped up in a package that held Levi’s opioid. “Did you… miss me?”

Yes, Levi thought. A thousand times yes.

“I did.” He admitted before he could stop himself, the words tumbling out and sounding almost embarrassingly close to a whine. For a second, he braced himself for Eren to mock him. But instead, Eren’s grin widened, satisfaction glinting in his eyes.

In that moment, Levi wanted to thank his lucky stars – every twist of fate that had brought Eren into his life: The day he’d auditioned for Attack on Titan, the production dinner party a couple weeks into shooting where too much alcohol had flowed, which had turned into the first night of Eren falling apart on his cock, and every second since that had led to Eren standing in his hotel room in fucking Kansas City.

“So…” Eren took a step forward, then another, striding across the room. His eyes sparkled with joy and desire as he closed the distance between them with deliberate grace. “Why don’t you show me?”

It was like a switch flipped inside Levi. He didn’t even think – he just moved, cock already hardening in his jeans as his eyes roamed over Eren’s body, taking in every inch of him, every tantalizing curve.

One hand found its way to Eren’s hip, the other curled around his neck, pulling him down into a wet, fervent kiss. He was so much taller than him like this, in the black Louboutin’s, yet he felt almost fragile in his hold – wreckable. Ever so willingly to hand over the reins, to surrender and let Levi take control – so Levi could do with him as he pleased.

And if that wasn’t the most empowering feeling one man could experience…

Chest swelling with something warm and intense, ready to burst open, the loneliness Levi had felt minutes ago – for the last several days – vanished within a split second of Eren’s mouth pressed against his own. He consumed him, drank him in, swallowed every moan and each whimper with eagerness. It relieved all the pent-up stress and tension in an instant. There was a reason why Levi got drunk on Eren – why he’d written Medicine.  

He broke the kiss. “You look so fucking…” His voice trailed into a low groan, a rumbling from deep within his chest, rough and primal. “Incredible. Delicious. Irresistible. I can’t get enough of you.” He moaned against Eren’s lips, into this mouth between sloppy licks and curls of his tongue, tugging at Eren’s lip with his teeth and groping at his ass with his fingers digging into the smooth fabric.

“Just –” Eren gasped, catching his breath, the bottle of champagne wobbling precariously in his grip, “for you. Only ever for you.” At the last part he looked Levi straight in the eyes, pupils dilated in a haze of desire and something he’d never seen on Eren before. It sent a bolt of raw aching need through his chest. Right now, Levi would have done anything Eren asked of him.

Anything.

However, Eren didn’t ask, and Levi didn’t reply.

Diving back in, Levi captured Eren’s lips in one final, searing kiss before he moved to his neck. He sucked at the heated skin, reveling in the scent of Eren’s expensive cologne right at his pulse point. He let his teeth scrape along Eren’s jawline, down to his collarbones, leaving trails of heat and hunger wherever his mouth wandered.

“Please tell me I can mark you.” Levi rasped against Eren’s skin, his voice strained with desperation because he neededto. Right now, he just had to claim and possess the treasure in his hold. This wonderful creature that no one could appreciate and tear apart in the ways he did. He didn’t wait for an answer before his lips latched onto the curve of Eren’s neck, sucking a first bruise into the golden skin. “Please…” he begged, the urge to make Eren his for the night growing stronger.  

“You can.” Eren eventually moaned, breathy and high, just as desperate.

And Levi had to feel him, in every way. As stunning as Eren looked in that gorgeous dress, Levi was already imagining how much more beautiful he’d be stripped bare, spread out, and utterly vulnerable beneath him.  

As he continued to suck marks and bruises into Eren’s throat, his hands worked frantically to find the zipper of the dress. But his fingers found nothing. His frustration mounted, his arousal rendering his already short patience nonexistent.

“Where,” Levi lifted his head, pupils blown wide with lust, his jeans unbearably tight. “Where’s the zipper?”

Eren smiled faintly, breathless but amused. Taking Levi’s hand in his own, he guided it to the intricate knots at the back of the gown. “It’s laced up.”

“Fucking hell.” Levi cursed, immediately attempting to undo the laces. With a quick swirl, he turned Eren around, bending him over the backrest of the sofa to get a better look at what he was doing. Quickly, he came to the conclusion that he had no fucking clue how to undo the delicate web of knots. To him, it was nothing but chaos – no rhyme or reason to the design.

“What fucking kind of sorcery is this?” He huffed, his concentration faltering as Eren shifted his hips, pressing back against his straining erection.

“Just pull it off, it should work.” Eren giggled, obviously amused by his patience wearing thin but Levi was too horny to laugh about the obstacle at hand.

He gritted his teeth. “Oh, it should, should it?” He straightened Eren, grabbing the dress by the hem and trying to tug it up, but the fabric refused to budge. “For the love of –” Frustration boiling over, he tore at the back seam with one swift motion. The dress ripped apart and Eren’s eyes widened.

“Oh fuck.” Eren swallowed thickly and met Levi’s darkened gaze.

“Oh yes.” Levi confirmed, tearing the fabric apart some more as he licked his lips. But in the next second, Eren let out an indignant gasp, now realizing what had just happened.

“Did you just rip my dress?!” He yelled in shock while Levi brushed the remnants of ruined silk aside.

“It wasn’t working!”

Swatting at Levi’s hands, Eren yelled in outrage. “But that wasn’t your permission to destroy it!”

“I’ll buy you another one.” Levi said dismissively, rolling his eyes as he continued to undress Eren despite his persistent slaps. “What is it, Gucci? Surely, they have some more.”

“THAT’S VINTAGE VIVIENNE WESTWOOD YOU UNCULTURED SWINE!”

For a moment, they simply stared at each other, Eren’s gaze fuming and Levi stunned into silence by his glare – at least he wasn’t smacking at his hands anymore, though his chest heaved with exasperation, his cheeks flushed with fury. Levi blinked, not daring to say a word – until a grin tugged at his lips and laughter followed soon after, spilling out in warm, unapologetic waves.

Eren held onto his glare for a beat longer, then his frown softened, cracking under the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. A giggle escaped, and once it started, it didn’t stop.

“I’m sorry,” Levi managed between chuckles, shaking his head. He wasn’t sure where his sudden amusement was coming from, but he found the entire situation hilarious. “I’ll pay for the damage.”

“Yeah… you better,” Eren shot back, though his tone was playful now, the heat in his gaze shifting back to arousal. Cradling his cheek, Levi brushed a thumb over Eren’s lips, smudging the already ruined lipstick even more.

Eren kissed the pad of his thumb, his tongue darting out to flick against it. The simple gesture was devastatingly effective, far more tempting than it was allowed to be. There he stood, the very picture of debauchery, somehow innocent and seductive all at once: flushed cheeks, big teal eyes, plump lips, the remains of the dress draped over his curves like an afterthought. Undoubtedly a heavenly sight sent from hell. A sin in the body of an angel – Levi’s personal demise and resurrection.

It wasn’t long after that Levi’s gaze darkened again as his thumb pressed further into Eren’s mouth. “Suck,” he commanded, and Eren complied with fervent enthusiasm. His eyes fluttered shut, lashes brushing his cheeks as he hollowed them, his tongue curling against Levi’s thumb in an utterly obscene way. When his eyes reopened, they blazed with want, stoking the fire in Levi’s loins to a fever pitch that left him choking on his carnal desire.

Nudging Eren backward against the sofa’s backrest with his hand holding onto Eren’s chin and his thumb continuously pressing further into his mouth, Levi stepped into the gates of paradise, between Eren’s legs, spreading them apart with a thigh. His attention caught on a glimpse of white lace peeking from beneath the remnants of red silk, and he exhaled sharply.  

Eren was always such a tease without even trying, it just came so naturally to him – driving Levi insane. Of course, Eren was well aware of the effect he had on him.

“Fuck,” Levi murmured, his voice rough with want. He trailed his hand down to cup Eren through the delicate fabric, earning a gasp that was music to his ears before Eren bit down on his thumb. Just enough to be on the brink of painful, spiking Levi’s arousal even more. The sting wandered straight to his rapidly hardening and twitching cock.

“How about I make the dress situation up to you right now?” He suggested, tone rumbling deeper as he squeezed Eren’s pulsating dick.  

With a moan, Eren arched into the touch, eyes falling shut. And he was so, so goddamn pretty. Finally, he let his thumb slip free from Eren’s mouth, giving him a chance to speak.

“You can definitely try. But I don’t think it’ll be enough.”

Levi let out a mixture between a snort and a laugh, throwing his head back in amusement. Then he leaned in to take one of Eren’s perky nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the sensitive bud. “Uh-huh…” He mumbled with his lips and teeth preoccupied. He was sure he would do just fine with his current apology for destroying ‘vintage Vivienne Westwood’ like the ‘uncultured swine’ he was.

“No – ah – I mean it,” Eren managed between moans, fingers tangling into Levi’s hair. The champagne bottle finally toppled from his grip, landing with a soft thud on the carpet. “It’s – fuck – I borrowed it from – yesss – Mikas – ahhh.”

Levi froze.

Well, shit.

Mikasa was going to kill him, because quite frankly, the woman could get pretty scary when she was upset. And she surely would be out for blood. But that was a concern for future Levi.

Present Levi had other priorities. Because present Levi was a horny motherfucker. And in all honesty, he was about to destroy even more pretty things – the prettiest thing of them all.

-November 14, 2020-

While Levi and the rest of the band took somewhat responsibility for their environmental impact when it came to racking up air miles, Eren was the complete opposite. The highly sought-after model seemed to spend more time in the air than on the ground in the United States. But Levi, selfishly enough, found himself not caring at all about Eren’s carbon footprint – especially when it meant he got to see Eren nearly every other day. In fact, Levi took immense satisfaction in seeing Eren more frequently than Reiner had managed to see his boyfriend in the past two weeks.

Yes, he relished in that fact.

After all, who could complain about falling asleep with a warm body curled against his chest, Eren’s head tucked securely under his chin, instead of drifting off alone in an oversized bed? Or waking up with Eren’s hair in his mouth, only to kiss him goodbye as he dashed off to the airport to catch a flight to New York, while Levi hopped on the bus to their next tour stop.

It was downright convenient that Eren had been booked so heavily on the East Coast lately. Between the Loewe campaign and runway shows for Hermès, Chanel, and Off-White, he was practically based there. Meanwhile, Reiner was stuck in Los Angeles with his own demanding workload. Thanks to Eren’s skyrocketing popularity and sterling reputation among Hollywood’s elite, Y & B Realty Collective was booming. It seemed as if every wealthy socialite and A-lister with the right connections wanted Reiner as their real estate agent, leaving him drowning in job offers. So, for now the couple was mostly relegated to FaceTime calls and the occasional visit.

Again, Levi wasn’t complaining. Not one bit.  

Strangely enough, Levi found his mood improving drastically with Eren at his side for most nights. Even dinners with Hange, Moblit, Erwin, and Mike became more tolerable. He no longer had to endure the sickeningly sweet couples on his own – now he could make them uncomfortable in return. Well, at least, Erwin, Mike, and Moblit. Nothing on this earth could faze Hange. That didn’t stop Levi from engaging in wildly inappropriate make-out sessions or throwing around dirty comments in front of the group, much to their annoyance. He lived for it.

At one point, Erwin had had enough. After nearly witnessing Eren giving Levi a hand job under the table during a setlist discussion, he banned them from sitting next to each other for a few days. They were also explicitly prohibited from having sex on the tour bus (Mike had caught them mid-act against the kitchen counter, Eren gagged on a towel) or backstage on the couches (Erwin had disinfected those twice already). Even dressing rooms weren’t off-limits for them – Moblit once walked in while Eren was on his knees with Levi’s cock down his throat, and Moblit had just wanted to get Hange’s inhaler.

To be fair, the rules were reasonable. Not that Levi or Eren gave a shit about following them.

Aside from that – to their credit – the rest of the band adapted quickly to Eren’s near-constant presence. Years of perfecting their discretion made sneaking Eren backstage or into hotels a breeze. Eren had become one of No Name’s best-kept secrets – and more importantly – Levi’s. Their hotel accommodations remained a mystery to fans and paparazzi alike. A hooded figure with sunglasses and a face mask slipping through a back entrance? No one could say whether it was Eren, Levi, or just a random guest at the Four Seasons.

It was almost absurd how much time Levi and Eren managed to spend together despite their packed schedules and little spare time. And neither of them ever acknowledged the growing desperation that came with each reunion, but the pattern was undeniable. The moment Levi saw Eren, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Within seconds, their clothes would be scattered, and Levi wouldn’t stop until Eren was utterly spent, falling asleep satisfied and waking up blissfully sore.

But it wasn’t just the sex. As much as Levi hated to admit it, he’d developed a habit – one that Hange gleefully called ‘fondness’. Levi nearly strangled them when they pointed out the soft, foolish smile on his face after Eren kissed his cheek at dinner before excusing himself to the bathroom. He couldn’t stay mad for long, though. Hange’s and his bickering and empty threats, punctuated by Mike’s booming laughter all faded the moment Eren returned. When he did, with an equally dumb and happy grin, his eyes focused solely on Levi, the rest of the world melted away.

If Levi had only seen the signs back then…

Maybe then he could’ve avoided the inevitable.

But he hadn’t.

And just like back at dinner, his entire focus lay on Eren once again.

Walking into the bedroom of his suite, he found Eren lazing around on the gigantic bed in nothing but an oversized white shirt, not even wearing a pair of briefs or panties. He was on FaceTime with Reiner, seemingly engrossed in their conversation, though Levi doubted how much attention he was paying. He didn’t even know when Eren had arrived, let alone how he’d already managed to turn Levi into a desperate puddle craving his presence.

His fingers itched with the sudden urge to touch, to claim, to consume what weirdly felt like his but wasn’t.

The second Eren noticed him standing in the doorway, his gaze snapped from the phone screen to Levi. He smiled, lazy and inviting, and for reasons Levi didn’t want to examine too closely, it felt a lot like coming home.

There was a heavy weight coiling in the pit of his stomach, sharp and unrelenting, as if an incurable illness were slowly spreading through his veins, sinking talons into his heart. Yet, he didn’t let his inner turmoil show.

Unbuckling his belt, he let it fall to the floor with a muted clink, his eyes never leaving Eren. Eren, for his part, continued feigning interest in the inconvenience rambling on about a new Beverly Hills client, though the slight widening of his grin betrayed his distraction.  

Levi’s shirt came next. He dragged it over his head with measured ease, folding it neatly before placing it on the armchair in the corner of the room. The moment his defined torso was revealed, Eren swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing as if he was dying of thirst, his mouth falling ajar.   

Levi smirked. Easy game.

But he didn’t stop there. Without breaking eye contact, he slid his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them. Then, leaning casually against the dresser opposite the bed, he slipped a hand into the front of his briefs. Slowly, he began to pump himself, feeling his cock harden and thicken in his palm. He didn’t have to say a single word; the slow drag of his hand across his length said everything for him instead.

See what you do to me? Was the implication of each deliberate stroke.  

Eren blinked, once, twice, before brushing a strand of hair behind his ear, his legs parting slightly – more subconscious than intentional. Yet that simple gesture was doing things to Levi and his primal desires he couldn’t even voice out loud in hell.

He wanted to crawl between those thighs and make himself a home there, right where Eren was warm, soft, and tight. Where he could stretch and mold him, leave him loose and filled. He wanted to watch Eren’s body beg for more, his hole fluttering and leaking, stretched to the point of aching satisfaction. And afterward, Levi would pull him close, kissing away the spilled tears of pleasure that had been overwhelming, almost on the brink of too much, but just bearable enough for Eren to always ask for more.

Eren’s eyes remained locked on Levi, both of them entranced. Neither seemed to notice that Reiner’s voice still filled the room until it finally broke through.

“… Babe? Is everything alright?”

Eren snapped back to reality and to his boyfriend on the other end of line, his cheeks flooding with a shade of red that made Levi’s stomach tighten. Clearing his throat, shifting on the sheets – his cock now half-hard and begging for attention, Eren directed his focus back to Reiner while Levi had nothing else on his mind than to blow his brains out.

“Uhm, yes. I…” Eren stammered, chuckling nervously as he adjusted his position. His thighs parted a little more, now with clear intent, baring a hint of pink. With a quick glance at Levi, he held his phone closer to his face, blocking any chance of Reiner catching on to what was happening 2200 miles away in Levi’s hotel room – or what was about to happen the second Eren ended the call.

“I just forgot about this big thing,” Eren explained, his voice dripping with false innocence, his gaze flickering to Levi’s hand stroking his now fully exposed cock, completely hard and glistening around the tip. “Something that needs my attention.”

Levi grinned wickedly at Eren’s words, his eyes full of bad intentions, emphasized by his twitching dick.

“Oh, what is it?” He heard the obnoxious voice from the other end of the line, but he was too turned on to let Reiner kill the mood. In fact, he found the thought of a clueless hulk back in LA only spurning him on. It made his blood boil and his skin prickle with anticipation because here Levi was, defiling Reiner’s boyfriend for the second time this week while Eren literally begged for it, presenting himself like Levi’s personal fuck toy.   

“Uhm…” Eren hesitated, squirming on the mattress, toes curling and uncurling, “I forgot a fitting appointment.” He eventually said, eyes darting back to Levi jerking off.

“Oh? For what?”

“Levi’s. Custom Levi’s.”

Levi bit his lip, suppressing a laugh at the boldness of the excuse.

“And this can’t wait?”

“No…” Eren shook his head quickly, a blush creeping down his neck, “Otherwise, I’ll get in trouble.”

Levi mouthed a silent ‘good boy’, nodding in approval which made Eren squirm even more. Levi took that moment to step out of his briefs, his erection standing proud as he approached the bed. Crawling onto the mattress, he reached for Eren’s ankle, tugging gently and making Eren flinch with his phone still in hand.

“Oh, of course, babe. No problem.” Reiner’s voice filled the charged room, unable to break through the tension that was about to snap like a rubber band and pour into ecstasy so good and addictive, that Levi already felt high from it. He couldn’t wait to surrender to his urge to taste, touch and feel Eren.

Eren tried a half-hearted shove with his foot, but Levi only grinned, catching it and lifting it to his lips. He pressed his teeth into the sensitive skin, eliciting a squeak from Eren. Looking up to him, Levi winked at him. Eren was fairly flushed by this point, which didn’t stop Levi in his ministrations. His mouth trailed up from heel to calf, then to the tender flesh of his inner thigh, where he sucked a dark mark into the skin. The fresh scent of soap and Eren’s natural musk filled Levi’s senses, letting his nostrils flare and his eyes roll back into their sockets. He was drunk on Eren in seconds, corrupted by his smell and taste and by the sensation of heated skin between his teeth.

“Th-thanks, honey. I’ll call you… b-back after dinner?” Eren stuttered through the sentence, trying his best not to moan as Levi’s mouth wandered higher and higher, until he reached Eren’s groin and gently nibbled at his balls.

“Perfect. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Eren sighed, eyes almost falling shut as Levi licked a long stripe up the length of his cock while Levi’s heart jolted for a split second at Eren’s words. A brief stutter in its rhythm. However, he didn’t let it show. Instead, he preoccupied himself with taking the tip of Eren’s dick into his mouth, lavishing it with attention, rather than delving into the sincerity – or lack thereof – behind the statement.

After all, it wasn’t Levi’s business whether Eren meant it. Whether those words were a shallow confession or the actual truth – an unpleasant one, if Levi allowed himself to admit it.

It was weird, because he couldn’t recall Eren ever saying something so tender, something that carried the weight of honesty as it had just now. Often, Levi had wondered if Eren was even capable of love – or anything resembling it.

Still… as he turned the moment over in his mind, he couldn’t detect a hidden smirk in Eren’s tone. No, he couldn’t hear any kind of indifference or amusement suggesting the words had been a lie. Strangely enough, they felt genuine. And even more strangely, that realization unsettled Levi in ways he didn’t fully understand.

The thought only lingered for a heartbeat, though. As the phone slipped from Eren’s hand and fell to the bed, the call now ended, Eren arched his back with a needy whine, thrusting upward into Levi’s mouth.

“Yes, please!” Eren mewled, his fingers diving into Levi’s hair, tugging insistently, trying to pull him further down, deeper onto him.

And that sweet sound was all Levi needed to focus on the present, forgetting about the implication of the conversation he’d just witnessed.

-November 21, 2020-

One late night, as they lay entwined in the dim light of Levi’s hotel room, sharing a post-sex cigarette, Eren mentioned his plans for Tokyo in December. More accurately, Mikasa’s and his plans, since both were booked for a Vogue Japan cover shoot which just so happened to fall during the exact week No Name was scheduled to end their world tour with its final stop in Tokyo.

“We should definitely meet up.” Eren said, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the coarse curls of Levi’s pubic hair as he glanced up at him from behind sleep-heavy eyelids, his chin resting on Levi’s pelvis while his legs tangled loosely with Levi’s on the rumpled, sweat-dampened blanket.

Levi shrugged, tapping ash into the bedside tray. “I’m always down for a fuck, babe. You know that.” His expression was as casual as his tone, a lazy smirk curling around the cigarette pressed between his lips. He booped Eren on the nose for good measure.

“I was actually thinking about seeing some of the city together.”

At this, Levi raised an eyebrow, inhaling deeply before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. “You mean…” he gestured vaguely, scratching at his belly and nudging Eren’s hand with his own, “like touristy stuff?”

Please don’t say yes. Please don’t say yes. 

“Obviously.”

“Obviously.” Levi echoed, his lack of enthusiasm evident.  

Tokyo was loud, overcrowded, and full of weird shit. He’d seen the city often enough in his life to know that big metropolises – western or not – weren’t his personal favorite and he wasn’t a fan of the constant buzz and bright lights. The chaotic energy grated on his nerves which already annoyed the fuck out of him in New York. Tokyo was ten times worse – cleaner, sure – but no less overwhelming. Still, he’d give it points for its ancient culture and a few stellar food spots.

“I’ve never been to Tokyo before.” Eren murmured, more to himself than to Levi, his fingers tracing absent patterns through the hairs on Levi’s abdomen.  

“How come?” Levi asked, flicking the cigarette’s ash again.

Now it was Eren who shrugged, stretching out a hand and wordlessly demanding the glowing bud between Levi’s lips. Instead of handing it over, Levi patted his lap.

Scrambling up and straddling him, Eren plucked the cigarette from his lips and took a drag. “My management always books me for the states or Europe.” He explained, blowing the smoke into Levi’s face. Then he leaned back in Levi’s lap, the weight of him pressing directly onto his groin.  

Levi cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. “And you never took a vacation there?”

“Nah…” Eren bit his lip, his expression thoughtful before he smiled. “But I’ve been to Singapore.”

“Do you mean actual Singapore or just the airport?”

When Eren started to frown, remaining silent, Levi snorted. “Right. So that doesn’t count either.”

“Well, excuse me. I’m still young and have places to see. Not my fault you’re such an old man.”

Levi scoffed, shaking his head. “What are you going to do when you hit your late thirties? Am I allowed to call you old then too?”

“Sure.” Eren chuckled, leaning down to nibble at the bridge of Levi’s nose. “But,” he grinned, shaking his hair out of his face, his eyes sparkling with an unreadable promise, “I’ll call you super, super old in return.” 

Instead of firing back with a retort, Levi just grinned, all bright and relaxed before he pulled Eren in for a kiss that melted into shared laughter and giggles against each other’s mouth, neither of them making any effort to turn it into something more.  

And what the hell was Levi supposed to do with that?

-December 14, 2020-

There were a few things on Levi’s bucket list and most of them were already crossed off by the time he hit 30. Diving with dolphins in the Caribbean? Check. Taking a tequila shot with Mick Jagger? Check. Climbing the Great Wall of China (on three hours of sleep and tripping on mushrooms)? Check. Renting out a karaoke box in the middle of Tokyo’s neon-drenched nightlife? Not on the list – and yet, here he was.

The private room was an assault on the senses: strobe lights flickered against walls adorned with tacky decorations, a glimmering disco ball spun overhead, and the air was saturated with the artificial sweetness of Japan’s most obnoxious cocktails. Worse still, at least three of the seven people in the room couldn’t sing to save their lives.

Levi’s ears rang – not just from the extended final show they’d played this evening but from the godawful rendition of Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking echoing through the room. He glared at his bandmates, silently cursing their mutiny. And why was everyone conspiring against him and a nice night in? He’d been outvoted in an instant. After the show, all he’d wanted was to fall into bed, but the moment he stepped out of the backstage bathroom in a plain T-shirt and sweatpants, Hange and Eren had pounced. Before he could even voice his objections, they’d dragged him into a SUV like a kidnapping victim.

When they parked in front of a building glowing with neon signs in Japanese he couldn’t read and an ugly kawaii cartoon microphone mascot holding a microphone, all color drained from Levi’s face and dread set in. He wanted to run but of course, it was him against his bandmates, Eren, and Moblit (Mikasa wasn’t too enthusiastic either). By the time they forced him inside, it was too late to escape. The next four hours would be pure torture.

Maybe an actual kidnapping by serial killer would have been the lesser of two evils as he gagged on a melon soda he hadn’t ordered but was forced to try because “that’s part of the entire experience, grumpy, duh” Hange insisted while Moblit tried his hardest but failed to hit the high note of Cheri Cheri Lady which was probably one of the most boring and cliché karaoke choices one could make but again, “that’s part of the entire experience, shorty, heh”. So at one point, Levi just admitted defeat and tried not to wince at the messed-up chorus and the awful synthesizers droning in the background as the rest of his friends cheered Moblit on and even joined in on Thomas Anders’ auto-tuned love declaration.

Sitting wedged between Mikasa and Eren on a faux pink leather bench, who of course filmed Moblit giving it his all, Levi let his head fall against the backrest. He sighed, his eyes squeezed shut against the rainbow-colored lights flickering around the room like a child’s birthday party on acid. Out of nowhere a weight settled against shoulder and he heard Mikasa letting out a long sigh of her own.

“Trust me… I feel just as pained as you do.” She muttered and patted his thigh.

Levi snorted in response, leaning his head against hers. Opening his eyes, he watched how Eren jumped off from his place to hug Moblit. He squealed and vibrated with too much energy for a person that should feel just as exhausted and jetlagged as the rest of them but didn’t. At least, Mikasa seemed to get Levi and his misery.

“How can you even put up with him and your husband?” Levi asked, because he actually admired Mikasa for her high endurance when it came to Jean and Eren as Los Angeles’ most annoying duo.  

“A lot of self-restraint.” She said dryly, eliciting a rare laugh from him.

“Fair enough.”

“But… it’s fascinating how he can find joy in everything.” Mikasa chuckled softly and removed her head from his shoulder to reach for her own disgustingly sweet drink on the table. 

Rubbing at his chin, Levi examined Eren in front of the big and bright TV-Screen, illuminated in shades of purple and red, while his sequined silver baby tee sparkled under the flashing lights, enhancing his cheerful mood even more. His energy was endless, his laughter contagious as Moblit handed over the microphone.

“Yeah…” Levi mumbled, watching Eren blow a kiss to Hange, who clutched it theatrically to their chest, “I get what you mean.”

And the disease of his heart was back in full force.

“Okay, guuuys… are you ready for the performance of a lifetimeee?” Eren announced into the microphone, already the tipsiest out of all of them and swaying on his feet. The room erupted in cheers, led by Hange and Moblit.

Levi groaned, rubbing his temples as Eren giggled and nearly toppled into the TV. “Yeah! What an amazing crowd we have today!” Eren laughed. “Now listennnn… and learrrnnn,” he hiccupped, “from the master.” More cheering followed and Mikasa giggled into her drink.

“Jean needs to see this.” She said and pulled out her phone.

Despite Eren making a complete and utter fool out of himself, it was impossible to look away from the man dancing around and stumbling over his own two feet just to stand again and laugh out loud as the opening chords from Rihanna filled the karaoke box. And oh – Levi actually recognized the song choice.

“Thissss one…” Eren slurred, pointing dramatically at Levi, “is dedicated to two years of aweeeeeeesome sex.” He blew a sloppy kiss, adding. “Thanksss for being the bestessss daddy of them allll!”  

Someone – probably Erwin – spluttered on their drink and coughed while Levi’s eyes widened, mouth falling open in disbelief. All he wanted to do was crawl under the table to spare himself further humiliation.

Hange, of course, raised their glass in a toast. “To Daddy L!”

“To Daddy L!” The room echoed, laughter bubbling over like the fizzy drinks clutched in their hands.

Eren stumbled into the musical number with all the grace of a newborn giraffe.

“I want you to love me like I’m a hot ride!” He belted, his voice wildly off-key as he swayed his hips in an unrhythmic jig. He leaped side to side, the sequins of his shirt catching the lasers in bursts of blinding light. In the corner, Hange and Moblit clapped to the beat like it was the concert of the century, grinning from ear to ear.

“Be thinking of meee…. doing what you like!” Eren sang, punctuating the line with a fist pumped against his cheek in a mock blowjob that made Levi groan.

“Oh, stop that, shorty!” Hange scolded, elbowing him in the side.

“Please shoot me.” He whined, burying his face in his hands. His plea went unanswered, and a second jab to his ribs forced him to look up.

Eren was still at it, dancing solo in the center of the room like he owned the stage. Carefree, drunk, and dazzling. He moved to the beat (tried to), his sweat-slicked skin glowing under the pulsing strobe lights. His hair hung in messy strands across his flushed face and he somehow was still the most breathtaking view of them all. Levi’s heart lurched as Eren’s bright eyes opened and locked onto his as he sang the pre-chorus right at him.

“Then I’ma make you swallow your pride, ohh!”

Levi’s chest tightened, and not from secondhand embarrassment. Around him, their friends joined in on the chorus, their voices loud and giddy, but Levi couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him, completely entranced. Eren, panting and radiant, stared at him like Levi had hung the stars in the sky – and not just the stars, but the moon too. And right now, Levi wanted to give him the entire universe, with every single sun and black hole. No galaxy would be enough, because Eren deserved so much more for the way he made him feel.

He made him feel –

“Like I’m the only girl in the world!” Eren sang, shaking his hips and, sliding a hand up his sweat-dampened shirt, revealing just enough skin to send Levi’s pulse racing.

“Like I’m the only one that you’ll ever love…”

Levi swallowed hard, his heart thudding so violently it felt as if his ribcage might shatter.

“Like I’m the only one who knows your heart!”

Thump, thump, thump.

“… only girl in the world!”

They all whooped in unison and Levi reddened as though he was a teenager getting asked out for prom in front of his friends and parents. Someone – anyone – needed to confiscate Eren’s cocktails and sake before the night spiraled any further.

“Don’t worry,” Mikasa chuckled beside him, slipping her phone into her pocket, “He’ll probably regret the sex life comment tomorrow.”

“Right…” Levi muttered.

Unfortunately, Eren forgetting about his unhinged comment wasn’t what troubled his mind and – fucking damn it – his heart. 

*** ***

Levi groaned into Eren’s open mouth, his hands moving up and down his ass on his lap as he ground their erections together – eager and fast. The rush of desire was intoxicating, the perfect rough friction of denim combined with cotton briefs against his sensitive cock, driving him wild. It was so fucking hot – the kind of moment that felt reckless – making out like horny teenagers in the back of their car. No rules, no inhibitions, just the raw need to be closer, faster, to feel more and almost coming in their pants. All sense of decency or etiquette had vanished the moment they slipped inside the black Rover with tinted windows, safe from the eyes of paparazzi or curious onlookers who couldn’t snatch a single glance at them.

Eren wasn’t drunk anymore. They had kept him away from more alcohol for the rest of the night, though maybe… maybe Eren was a little bit drunk on Levi. At least that’s how it felt when he shuddered and whimpered with each stroke of Levi’s tongue and squeeze to his ass cheeks.

Since the drinks back at the karaoke bar remained just as sweet and fruity as before, Eren hadn’t even noticed when Mikasa and Levi swapped his drinks for something alcohol-free. Levi could still taste the remnants of guava on Eren’s tongue as he licked into his mouth and pulled at his bottom lip, eliciting a somewhat satisfied yet needy moan from him.

He already knew what came next; Eren’s hands buried themselves into his hair like second nature, clasping and scratching at his scalp in that familiar, desperate way, trying to pull him even closer. Closer, so close that not even a sheet of paper could fit between their bodies. As the fingers tugged at his locks, Levi let out a low groan, his mind swimming in heat – hot and riled up – lost to the moment. Time and space blurred, everything else slipping away.

What he didn’t lose track of though, was the feeling of Eren’s body in the palm of his hands, of the sweetest friction that drove him insane, of the wonderful sounds that competed against the roaring engine of the SUV and car radio that tried its best to conceal their steamy make-out session with some generic pop music. Was it another Rihanna song playing? Levi didn’t really care. All he wanted was more of this – trapped in the backseat of the car, the late-night Tokyo traffic outside, and nothing on his mind but Eren, Eren, Eren.

He almost wished for another round of Eren’s atonal off-key singing, for the way he slurred his words in that endearing, happy way. It had been sincere, uncaring despite the obvious embarrassment, and Levi had understood exactly why Eren had picked that song. The bad mood from earlier had evaporated into insignificant air when Eren practically collapsed into his lap after his impromptu tribute to Rihanna, a content smile plastered on his face and his eyes sparkling – he seemed high not just from the outstanding performance and buzz of alcohol, but from Levi’s hand on his cheek as he looked up at him, sprawled out on his lap.

Almost immediately, Levi’s gaze had softened, gone was the embarrassment and irritation, instead his heart was close to bursting as he wrapped an arm around Eren’s middle to pull him in for a kiss without heat. That Eren burped against his lips seconds later shattered the short moment of sweetness, ripped from him by the smell of vodka and sugary fruit. However, Levi didn’t pull away. Instead, he snorted, before nuzzling his nose against Eren’s throat, right below his ear at his pulse point. He felt it hammering beneath his skin, pumping adrenaline-spiked blood through his veins, matching his own frantic heartbeat. Then their lips met again, just as soft as before, nothing more than a delicate brush amidst the noise of people chattering and picking out the next song. It all appeared so irrelevant compared to where they touched.

“Oops,” Eren mumbled against his mouth, teeth grazing Levi’s lip as his grin spread wider.

“You’re gross.” Levi remarked, though his tone was lacking any bite. Fondly, he brushed some loose strands of hair behind Eren’s ear.

“Mhm…” Nodding, Eren’s lips moved against his. “I’m the only giiiirl in the wooorld who’s allowed to be gross with you.” His voice had that playful, sing-song quality again and he giggled into a failed attempt to slot their lips together once more.  

With a sigh, Levi kissed the corner of his mouth, “Only boy, but yes.”

“Get a room already!” Hange teased as the others whistled and the flash of a phone camera went off. But he ignored it, happy with a lap full of Eren, clinging to him, needy and dazed. And that was how the next two hours of karaoke had passed – Eren cuddled up against him, Levi’s arm curled around his middle as he nibbled on Eren’s neck, or Eren sprawled on top of him, microphone in hand, voice growing weaker with each song until he croaked out Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand, the last duet of the night with Mikasa dedicated to Jean while Levi was ordered to film their meticulous performance.

Now, Levi’s lap was full once again, and the type of PDA they were engaging in probably traumatizing their poor driver for life. But he couldn’t resist.

There was this constant, everlasting pull and tug – an irresistible, unyielding gravity – that tethered him to Eren, never away. The second their lips parted, even for a breath, Levi felt starved. By now, the sensation wasn’t new, but it was no less terrifying. Over the last months, weeks, and days, it had intensified to something overwhelming – worthy of paradise – a feeling so potent it felt like heaven and hell rolled into one and something he couldn’t live without anymore. Or maybe, it wasn’t the sensation itself, but the person tied to it, Levi couldn’t picture ever leaving again.

He was on the brink of a revelation, teetering on the edge of something he couldn’t run from and hide. What lay in his hands, pressed against his lips, thrumming and spreading in his chest, demanded acceptance.

“Mmm, Levi,” Eren smiled as he broke the kiss for a moment, nipping at the tip of Levi’s nose before rubbing them together. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” grabbing Levi’s hand, sliding it from his ass to his stomach, Eren pressed it firmly against his abdomen. “So I can feel you right here.”

Levi’s head met the backrest with a soft thud as a guttural groan escaped him, “Fuck, I want that too.”

He did – so badly, it almost hurt.

“You’re gonna fuck me nice and hard?” Eren asked, rocking back and forth on his crotch, causing them to gasp in unison.

“So,” Levi growled, bucking his hips up into the sensation, chasing after it and Eren’s lips. He stole another kiss, “Nice and hard.”

However, it didn’t proceed that way.

*** ***

“I can’t wait for all the kinky sex we’re gonna have once we’re both back in LA.” Eren teased, his voice light and playful. Moments later, he landed on the bed with an undignified yelp, unceremoniously tossed by Levi, who was already peeling off his shirt.

“Are you that unsatisfied?” Levi quipped, letting himself fall between Eren’s already spread legs, then he pushed the shimmery top up and over Eren’s head, revealing his chest and stomach. His gaze raked over the expanse of bare skin, lingering on Eren’s flushed cheeks, before meeting those bright, mischievous eyes glinting in the soft lamplight.

Eren grinned, tapping a finger to his chin as if in deep thought. “Hmm… it’s just a different kind of craving, you know?” He explained while making grabby hands for Levi’s sweats, tugging them down with clumsy determination before he went for his own zipper.

“What?” Levi furrowed his brows, helping Eren out of the pants and then tossed them to the floor in a heap. “Fucking with me?”

“Obviously.” As Eren sat up with a smirk, he licked a slow stripe from the middle of Levi’s chest to his collarbone, “Not sure anyone could ever match the kind of sex we have.” He stated, sounding more sober than he had for the entire night, albeit a little bit breathless, teal eyes searching in Levi’s for some kind of response.

Averting his gaze, Levi snorted, more incredulous than amused while his skin fought and lost against goosebumps prickling along his bare arms and legs. He shivered, short yet visible as his eyes flickered to Eren’s lips – parted, waiting – practically begging to be bitten and abused.

However, there were also Eren’s flushed cheeks, sprinkled with the loveliest blush, a shade of red that was both endearing and infuriatingly hot. They looked so very inviting, but not in a rough way. Despite their earlier exchange back in the car, promises of filthy, blasphemous acts lingering between them that would leave a priest in tears, Levi found himself hesitating.

He wanted to trace his thumb delicately along the edges of Eren’s face, not smacking his cheek like he was used to doing.

For a second, he wondered if that was what Reiner would do. If that’s how he got to see and feel Eren. 

“How’s the sex with the hulk anyway?” Levi found himself asking, his hand wrapping firmly around Eren’s throat instead of cradling his cheek.

This, he knew how to do – this was familiar territory. That’s how it always went between them: spicy not sweet.

Eren tried to snicker but ended in a gasp, his eyes fluttering shut as Levi’s fingers tightened just enough to make him arch into the touch. “Don’t you wanna know…”

“I do.”

Levi squeezed a fraction harder before letting go. He watched as Eren inhaled sharply, a small cough escaping him as he recovered. Then Eren’s fingers mirrored the movement, trailing up to Levi’s throat and pressing down.

“It’s...” Eren licked his lips, a smirk teasing them, “Vanilla.”

“Vanilla?” Levi’s cock twitched in the thin fabric of his briefs, rubbing right against Eren’s, confined by already wet cotton.

“Yeah, it’s really tender,” Giving a pointed look at his hand holding Levi’s throat captive, Eren squeezed some more. “You know – sweet. Soft.”

“And you like that?” Levi rasped, wrenching Eren’s hand away and pinning it above his head to the mattress, a tight clutch firm enough to leave faint imprints on Eren’s wrists for a day or two.

It was always so easy to be rough with him, to play into their never ending, addictive game, letting a scenario like the one described by Eren appear nearly impossible.

Eren’s voice dropped to a whisper, his playful bravado dissipating as he blinked up at him, eyes filled with sudden timidity. Completely unlike him. “You don’t?”

“I’m not sure.” Levi admitted. Because he wasn’t.

How was this even working? And even more, how did it work with Eren?

“To be honest...” He licked his lips as Eren crossed his ankles behind his back and pulled him closer, though the look between them was flickering to a newfound shyness. Levi’s voice grew quieter too. “It’s been… a long time since I’ve made love to someone.”

Love… that word felt foreign in his mouth, but not as much when thought of it in relation to Eren.

It was silent for a moment, the only thing audible being the soft puffs of breath exchanged between their faces, an inch apart.

Then Eren blinked. “Who’s talking about making love?”

Levi’s brows knit together, his grip on Eren’s wrists softening. “Isn’t that what vanilla sex is about?”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

The crease between his brows deepened. “It doesn’t?”

“No.” The answer sounded final and Eren’s expression said as much.

With a scoff, Levi ground down on Eren’s cock with enough force to earn a high-pitched whine from him. “Then what else is it good for?”

“It’s s-soothing... in a sense,” Eren managed, his breath hitching as he bucked up, chasing the sweet friction Levi provided with their hips rolling together in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Knowing that he treats me right – shows me with his touch…” At this, his hand snaked down and cupped Levi’s length through his underwear, stroking him in time with the languid pace.

Levi’s breath came faster, rougher. “So, I don’t treat you right?”

He already knew the answer and Eren didn’t hesitate.

“No. And I don’t want you to.”

And wasn’t that just the essence of them?

Eyes glinting challengingly, Levi’s lips curled into a sly smirk. “Don’t think I can, do you?” Without waiting for a reply, he leaned down and bit into Eren’s collarbone, hard enough to leave a mark.

“Yeah,” Eren snorted through a gasp, his body twitching under Levi’s hold, “you’re practically incapable of that.”

Levi froze for a beat, the words settling in like a sting – a quick, sharp pinch waking him up from a dream – tugging at something tender inside his chest. It wasn’t enough to linger or sour his mood, but it left a faint bruise on his ego.

Taking a deep breath, he locked eyes with Eren and spoke, his voice low but steady. “Teach me, then.”

For a moment, they simply stared at each other. Eren’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his pulse pounding against Levi’s fingers. Levi’s heart thundered in response, the sound reverberating like a war drum in his ears, about to leap out of his chest. But this wasn’t the feral, possessive rhythm he knew from their usual encounters. Instead, it thrummed in an agitated rhythm, a completely new beat that wasn’t comparable at all to its usual self when he wanted to wreck and ravish. No, his heart was bracing itself for something different – something new, unsteady and vulnerable.

And it scared him.

His pulse picked up, growing quicker and wilder, as this new feeling took root. Levi knew he was probably blushing – an anomaly for someone so composed – and the thought that Eren might reject this tender, unguarded offering had his nerves fraying. He’d never been this far outside of his comfort zone.

“You...” Eren finally whispered, his voice shaking as much as his body, “You would cup my face with your hand.”

Levi’s grip loosened, and he carefully brought one hand up to cradle Eren’s cheek and jaw. His fingers brushed the beautiful, flushed skin as if handling something impossibly fragile, as Eren watched the motion with wide eyes, almost fearful of the outcome. But Levi didn’t slap him or press roughly into his jaw like he usually would. Instead, his thumb traced the curve of Eren’s cheekbone so gently it was almost reverent. He handled him like delicate china.

Warmth was what he associated with that simple touch.

“Like this?” Levi asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

A slight breeze would be enough to poignantly destroy this moment, to shatter what was happening between them and never happened before. They both were awfully aware of that.

Eren’s gaze softened, his eyes glimmering in the dim light. “Yeah.” He affirmed, ever so quietly.

“And then?” Levi held his breath, his thumb stroking softly, silently pleading with his eyes for Eren to continue.

Please show me, he thought.

“You would kiss me... without heat.”

“How should I kiss you instead?”

“Slowly... soft.” Eren murmured, leaning up to press a feather-light kiss to the corner of Levi’s mouth. His lips lingered, barely brushing against Levi’s skin, before he pulled back just enough to whisper, “Like you think I’m fragile.”

Levi trembled, but to his relief, so did Eren as he closed the meaningful gap between them once more and did just as he was told.

Capturing Eren’s lips in a kiss – soft, unhurried, and without the usual undercurrent of urgency – Levi found himself melting. Their lips moved together in a gentle rhythm, no teeth, no tongue, no dominance. Just the quiet intimacy of touch. Levi didn’t feel the need to bite or devour. He didn’t feel the need to lick into Eren’s mouth as if he was starved. There were no primal instincts knocking at their hotel room, trying to eat Eren up like a piece of meat. All he wanted to do was wrap his arm around Eren’s waist to merge them together at their core. He wanted to feel Eren’s heartbeat inside his chest instead of his own. And just by kissing him as softly as he did, he was almost sure he could achieve that.

For the first time, Levi wasn’t chasing the wild, feral side of their connection. He wanted the calm, steady warmth that came from being close and nothing else.

“Keep going,” Eren encouraged, their lips brushing as he spoke.

And Levi did. He kissed his way down Eren’s chest, each press of lips deliberate and meaningful. His hand traced over Eren’s heated skin, teasing over the ridges of his stomach he gave the tip of Eren’s cock a gentle lick, eliciting a shudder and a gasp, before continuing his descent.

When he reached between Eren’s legs, he took his time. He stretched Eren carefully, his every motion attuned to the sounds Eren made – the faltering breaths, cut off and shallow, the quiet whimpers, the sighs that turned into moans as Levi grazed his prostate for the first time of the night.

More often than not he caught himself whispering praise after praise into Eren’s quivering skin while his fingers kept moving, stretching him open. As his free hand found Eren’s and interlaced their fingers, Levi littered Eren’s inner thighs with a dozen tiny kisses and pecks.

He couldn’t get enough of this… of that vanilla indulgence.

Eren’s legs writhed around him, his dick jerking with droplets of precum running down its length and Levi felt like crying because it was such a beautiful sight. Not just Eren’s obvious arousal though, his entire being was so overwhelmingly beautiful.

“Then,” Eren moaned, his words breaking with another curl of Levi’s fingers, “you’d ask me if I’m… ah – ready,” His hand squeezed the life out of Levi’s. “And you’d ask a second time, just to be sure… because you don’t want it to burn or hurt – oh Levi… because all you know is how to be gentle… caring…”

Levi withdrew his fingers, his own breath ragged as he slicked himself up. Crawling back up, he cupped Eren’s face again and met his gaze before he spoke. “Are you ready?”

Eren nodded, his eyes shining with something he couldn’t name but felt down to his core, boring through his eyes straight into his soul as Eren’s hand squeezed again. He felt strangely exposed under Eren’s unwavering gaze, stripped bare and transparent. There was no doubt Eren could see his reflection in the depth of a place in Levi’s inside that was once filled with irrelevance, lacking a purpose – before they had met. Now, it was filled with sparks of something blooming and growing with an untamable intensity.

Levi’s voice was thin, a hoarse whisper edged with raw vulnerability. “Are you sure, baby?” He asked, because right now he was gentle and caring.

In that moment, he knew he wasn’t just giving something of himself he’d never given before – not in a way that was so wholly consummate at least – he was being trusted with something profound. And he intended to treasure it, to show Eren he could be more than the man who left bruises in a carnal haze.

He could also be the man who healed them.

“Yes.” Eren croaked, releasing Levi’s fingers from his iron grip so Levi could align himself with his entrance.

Levi’s tip caught onto the slick, puffy rim, and Eren’s body seemed to flutter around him, as if beckoning him closer. Slowly, carefully, he pushed forward, just enough for the head of his cock to breach the tight ring of muscle.

“I want to make you feel so indescribably good.” He muttered, leaning down until their foreheads touched.

In fact, Levi wanted nothing else. A purpose that had eclipsed everything else. His own pleasure felt secondary, distant, as if it might dissolve entirely under the overwhelming tenderness of the moment. At the same time, he felt like he could crumble and fall apart just by it too, without even trying to chase his climax. If there had been anything else on his mind at all – it got replaced by the deeply ingrained urge to show Eren how good he could be, how badly he wanted to take care of Eren like he’d never done before.  

“You do,” Eren moaned as Levi pressed forward, inch by excruciating inch, until he was fully sheathed. A shared groan escaped them as Levi bottomed out, his dick nestled snugly between Eren’s ass cheeks and their noses bumping together.

Eren’s arms wound around his back and shoulders, fingers digging into his skin and creating crescent indents in their wake on their search for leverage. Each touch felt like fire, setting Levi’s entire being ablaze. And Eren was fueling the scorching flames – the fire in his pit that burned him up. Levi wasn’t sure what would remain when the flames burned out, probably ashes for a wind to carry away to somewhere unknown but inescapable. To a place that only revolved around Eren, a planet that spun with Eren as its sun.

Pulling his hips back before he pushed back in, Levi’s eyes almost crossed with how good he felt – with how good Eren felt around him, holding him prisoner in every way that mattered, as if he feared Levi would leave. The thought alone was laughable. As if this wasn’t something Levi would dream of for the rest of his life and write a hundred more songs about.

As he continued to move without a haste, savoring each drag and thrust, every small sound that fell from Eren’s lips, he reached for one of Eren’s hands gripping his shoulder and guided it to his cheek. When Eren’s palm pressed against his heated skin, Levi turned his face into it, kissing it once, then again, and a third time for good measure.

“Look at you…” He marveled, his gaze sweeping over Eren’s flushed, sweat-slicked form: His parted lips spilled a mixture of puffy breaths and high moans; his cheeks, pink and impossibly inviting, reminded Levi of ripe apples on a late September day. And his eyes – oceanic, glistening – threatened to drown him with a single glance while the sheer film of sweat on his forehead exposed just how undone he became.

“You’re the epitome of my desire,” He confessed, voice rough with awe.

Eren keened, gaze flickering away as if Levi’s words embarrassed him.  

“No –” Levi shook his head and kissed Eren’s palm again. Then he took the hand and intertwined their fingers, “None of that. Look at me.” His tone was soft but commanding, and though hesitant, Eren obeyed.

As he rocked into him, feeling Eren’s walls clenching around his pulsating length and Eren’s limbs trembling, a smile tugged at his lips. “Yeah, like that. I want to see how I make you feel.”

“You…” Eren panted, trying to keep his eyes open, “It’s… overwhelming.”

“Is it too much?”

With his next thrust, Eren moaned brokenly, his back curving and his chest arching up into Levi’s.

“It’s perfect.”

“You’re perfect…” Levi murmured, the words spilling from him unbidden as his pace quickened. “Perfect…” His thrusts grew deeper, each one punctuated by a desperate press of lips against Eren’s – open-mouthed, now more hungry - chasing the sweetness of the moment – but not violent.

Eren fell apart, trembling with every drag of Levi’s cock against his prostate and the relentless friction between their bodies against his own throbbing dick. There was no need to coax the sounds from him; they poured freely, raw and uninhibited, as if Eren’s body couldn’t contain the pleasure. He was basically crying with every push and pull, already close to finishing if the way he clenched around Levi was any indication to go by.

“Oh fuck!” Eren whined, bordering on a first sob.

“You’re my everything,” Levi whispered against Eren’s temple, his lips brushing the damp skin as he thrust again. “Does he tell you that, too?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Do you want to hear that?”

As he released one of Eren’s hands it immediately found its way to his back again, clutching desperately at his shoulder blades.  

“Yeah,” Eren moaned, nails clawing at his skin as if trying to pull him even closer. It was literally impossible; there wasn’t an inch of space left between them, but Levi welcomed the effort despite the sting.

He kissed Eren’s jaw, his chin, the shell of his ear, leaving no part of him untouched.

“You,” He gave a thrust, slow and incredibly deep, “are,” another, “my everything.”

And Eren’s entire body shuddered, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes to pool silently on the pillow. “Oh god,” He hiccupped, voice thick with need. “I want that… I want to be that.”

“You’re the most captivating person I’ve ever met.” Levi went on as he moved with unmatched vigor.

Eren sobbed again.

“You’re –” He tried to continue, but Eren cut him off, capturing his lips in a wet kiss. The taste of salty tears mixed between them as Eren tangled their tongues together, trying to devour Levi’s words as if they were the air he needed to survive.

“Show me,” Eren gasped into his mouth, “Don’t tell me. Show me.”

His demand was emphasized by the way he met Levi’s thrusts, another needy moan slipping from his throat.

“Okay… okay, okay.” Levi mumbled into the next kiss, doubling his efforts in transferring his feelings and thoughts into physical action. So instead of keeping his movements as tender as he’d intended, he pulled almost completely out before slamming back in with a sharp snap of his hips.

The reaction was instantaneous. A guttural moan erupted from both of them, though Levi wasn’t sure whose was louder. His control frayed as the sensation of Eren beneath him overwhelmed him completely.

He felt his core tightening, the telltale sign of his impending climax, but Levi wasn’t ready to let go. Not yet.

Eren’s cries, his blunt nails dragging fiery streaks down his back, etched something permanent into him – almost like he tried to create a new birthmark that bore his name. There was no way for him to keep it together for any longer.

If Levi had thought he made Eren fall apart, Eren did the same to him right back – if not even worse. He came to the realization with startling clarity: Eren pulled him apart piece by piece and left him a pathetic wreck.  

But before he could beg Eren to finish, Eren beat him to it. Tensing in his hold and abs contracting, the squeeze around Levi’s cock was so strong, it was bordering on painful.

“Please make me come.” Eren whimpered, his voice a trembling plea.

Levi growled, thrusting harder, faster, his hips snapping forward in a rhythm that spoke of urgency. He could feel it – a countdown building with every push, pulling them closer to the edge.

One thrust, and Eren moaned.

A second, and he wailed.

By the third, Eren shattered.

A final, drawn-out cry escaped him as his body arched off the bed, spasming as his release painted their stomachs and chests in molten heat, nails tearing at Levi’s back and claiming him. The tight, almost crushing squeeze of Eren’s body around him tipped Levi over the edge as well.

He buried himself as deep as he could, giving into the wave that overtook him. It wasn’t only his orgasm he surrendered too, but an emotion he’d successfully suppressed for months now.

He realized it with his eyes closed, lips still connected to Eren’s as his heart finally exploded under the build-up pressure. For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. When air finally returned, sharp and necessary, it carried the scent of Eren. His lungs were filled with him and Levi sucked him up like oxygen.

There was no going back.

No escape.

No.

Eren had been right: vanilla sex didn't have to be about making love. Yet, somewhere between the tears, the gasps, and the shared rhythm of their bodies, Levi knew it had happened anyway.

It hit him like a ton of bricks as his climax ebbed and he came down from his high, but not from Eren. Probably never again. There was no stopping.

So yes, Levi Ackerman had a huge fucking problem.

Because for the first time in his life, he fell in love.

And he fell fucking hard.

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iHeartRadio: January 9, 2021

Now Live! – Interview With No Name And What They Have to Say About The Ending of Their World Tour!

Interviewer: I’m here in the studio with No Name, and we’re going to talk about some of their favorite tour moments. Over the past year, No Name has played and sold-out shows in 32 different countries, from arenas to massive stadiums – even performing multiple nights in a row in the same cities. So today, we’re excited to hear about the impressions they’ve gathered along the way and the experiences that meant the most to them.

E: Thank you so much for having us.

M: Yeah, thanks a lot, man.

Interviewer: The pleasure is all mine! So, starting with you, H – what’s your biggest takeaway from being on the road for so long?

H: Oh! Honestly, I’m just relieved this guy here didn’t kill me. But aside from that, I really loved the European leg of the tour. The northern European countries in particular, stole my heart. I loved the engagement of the crowd and the entire aura of every single show we played. And thanks to Sweden, I’m officially addicted to Köttbullar. And no, I don’t mean the ones from Ikea.

L: The fuck? Why would you think I’d kill you?

H: You threatened to do it often enough.

L: I did not.

E: You definitely did.

Interviewer: So, I take it that spending nearly a year together without a break wasn’t always smooth sailing?

M: Oh, man, you have no idea. Levi was this close to wreaking havoc.

H: Yeah, can confirm.

L: As if you guys were any better.

E: We were. But, to be fair, your mood did improve in the last three months.

Interviewer: Oh? And why’s that?

L: I just really enjoyed touring in the States and Asia.

Interviewer: The States, probably because it felt closer to home? You’re living here in LA, right?

L: Yeah… yeah, you could say that.

Interviewer: And what about Asia? Which countries were on your stop?

M: Oh, we didn’t tour much of Asia – just South Korea and Japan, actually.

Interviewer: Did you enjoy the culture? Or, better yet, did you even have time to?

E: Eh… we were on a tight schedule until the very end. But we did get the chance to meet up with some friends in Tokyo and spend some time together.

Interviewer: Well, that’s nice to hear! Care to share any names?

H: Sorry dear, but we like to keep our private life private.

Interviewer: No worries, H. So, was the meet-up the highlight of your stay in Tokyo?

E: Actually… the trip already inspired some new music.

Interviewer: What?! No way! You guys should be taking a break – a real one! You’ve earned it!

M: Tell that to Levi. He’s already started writing again.

Interviewer: Jesus Christ.

H: Yeah, we’re all thinking the same thing.

L: I just need to get used to not having something to do. I need… distractions.

Interviewer: Ah, I can spot a little workaholic when I see one.

E: Emphasis on little.

L: Oh, shut up, man.

Interviewer: Well… before we witness a full-blown murder in the studio, we’re going to take a short break! Stay tuned – we’ll be right back with No Name to hear more about their time on the road.

-January 13, 2021-

“A party? Wasn’t New Year’s, like, two weeks ago?” Jean set his Mimosa down and frowned at Eren, his Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses slipped from their perch in his slicked-back hair, falling over his skeptical eyes. Pushing them back up with a sigh, he crossed his arms.

To Jean’s left, Floch nodded in agreement, cigarette balanced between his lips as he flicked his lighter. “Yeah, I can still feel the headache drilling into my temple,” he muttered, lighting it up. He exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, sending it directly into Eren’s face as he tipped the side of his head for emphasis.    

Though neither of them was entirely wrong – okay, maybe they were only slightly exaggerating – Eren rolled his eyes. Sure, the New Year’s party had been a lot. What happened on the night of the 31st of December 2020 was definitely going to live in infamy as one of Eren’s many, and surely as one of the biggest, near-death experiences in his life. Thinking back to the absolute circus of it all – to the variety of shots he had drowned in rapid succession, up to the midnight countdown, and the array of drinks that followed after he’d passionately made out with Reiner as the fireworks went off – let him see God again.

Never in his life would he drink another drop of Absinth. Okay, that was probably a lie, but not for a long time, at least.

To be fair, it hadn’t been just the booze. That party had everything: too much alcohol, too many questionable substances with too many unidentifiable lines on all different kind of surfaces (his phone included despite Reiner’s grumbling disapproval), and music so loud it could wake the dead blasting the gayest playlist Eren and Historia had come up with. And, of course, the guest list was a who’s who of LA’s high society. It was chaotic, over-the-top, legendary if someone would ask Eren, and exactly what New Year’s in Los Angeles demanded.

But the aftermath? The aftermath had been hell.

Eren had started the first day of the year 2021 by surging out of bed, barely making it to the toilet before he emptied the entirety of stomach from sunrise to sunset, clinging to the ceramic seat like it was his mighty savior. It was only around late evening, after Reiner cleaned up at least seven buckets of vomit and brewed more tea than Eren cared to count, that his guts didn’t feel like they were coming out of his two ends anymore. God, he’d wanted to die right then and there, whining about not being able to keep a single sip of water down while the thudding headache was driving him insane because the pain killers left his body just as fast as he swallowed them.

Still, they’d all survived – mostly intact – only leaving them useless for most of the following days while their intestines liked to remind them of the awful sickness that had greeted them whenever they ate something too spicy or too greasy. So nothing out of the ordinary for a typical Los Angeles New Year’s celebration he supposed, which left him questioning why Jean and Floch were lamenting like they’d been through a war.

“It won’t be like that.” Eren said dismissively, pushing his half-eaten French toast aside. Even the thought of his last hangover made his appetite vanish.

“Uh-huh.” Jean shot him a pointed look, his gaze darting to Eren’s unfinished plate and back to his face. “You say that, but the next thing I know, Mikasa will be covering me with a blanket on the bathroom floor again.” Shuddering, he downed the rest of his drink in one dramatic gulp. And his trauma actually couldn’t be that bad if he was able to chug the Mimosa like he did right now.

While Eren scowled at Jean and his dramatics, Floch let out an amused laugh. Taking a drag of his cigarette he fixed Eren with a curious look. “So, what’s so special that we have to celebrate anyway, E?”

Eren smirked, leaning back in his chair. As if he was about to spill the big news here, at a fucking brunch date of all places. What was this, Sex and the City? He wasn’t Carry Bradshaw after all. He could do better.

“I’m not telling you,” He replied smoothly.

Floch frowned. “Why not?”

Simply shrugging, Eren opted for a cigarette himself, pulling one from the pack on the table and reached for the lighter. “Because it’s a surprise.”

And he couldn’t wait to see their faces when he finally dropped the bomb.  

“Oh!” Jean exclaimed, anticipation glinting in his eyes and a slight smirk beginning to form as Floch pouted, “Let me guess – you’re finally ditching Reiner for Levi? Because, honestly, it’s getting kinda old…”

And no – that was absolutely not what he was going to announce.

Eren froze, the lighter hovering near his cigarette. Blinking, he turned to Jean, his expression a mix of disbelief and irritation. “What’s getting old?” He asked carefully, one brow arching to dare his friend to speak what he was thinking.

And Jean should really keep his mouth shut.

Which, of course, he didn’t.

“Oh, you know…” Jean leaned back, a sly and knowing grin spreading across his lips, “Just all the ‘oh he’s so hot’, ‘oh I can’t go a week without his cock’, ‘oh he’s so funny’, ‘oh I’m so proud of him’, ‘I miss him’, blah, blah, blah. It’s like a broken record.’” He mimicked Eren’s voice, adding an obnoxiously whiny lilt for good measure.

Now it was Eren’s turn to frown. That was definitely a bit of an overstatement and absolutely not what he sounded like when he talked about Levi. Not that he didn’t like to gush about his and Levi’s sex life but the other parts? He couldn’t remember or pinpoint a situation in which he’d ever mentioned such a thing as ‘being proud of him’. Maybe after the Oscars? That was almost a year ago.

“I don’t know what you’re on about.” He muttered defensively, lighting his cigarette and taking a long drag to keep his cool, knowing damn well that Jean was trying to provoke him on purpose.

“Huh?” Jean blinked at him innocently, grabbing for Floch’s Mimosa but Floch swatted his hand away, glaring.

“I’m not ditching Reiner for Levi.”

“Why not?” Floch interjected, his tone far too blunt for Eren’s liking as he pushed his drink out of Jean’s reach.

Brow twitching, Eren let a long cloud of smoke escape his lips. Sadly, the nicotine wasn’t doing a good job of calming him down, as he sounded far snappier than he intended when he asked in return, “Why should I?”

For a moment, the table fell silent. Both Jean and Floch stared at him, their expressions painted in identical disbelief. Of course, that only fueled Eren’s irritation.

Eventually Jean cleared his throat. “So…” he started carefully, “you’re not gonna admit that you have feelings for Levi?”

Eren almost choked on his cigarette. Almost.

Jean had some fucking nerve, dropping such an accusation out of nowhere. The audacity to even suggest that he had feelings for Levi – to call him out like –

No.

No calling out.

Because there was nothing he could have been called out for. In fact, Jean was completely wrong in his assumption and downright delusional. To even think of Eren, feelings, and Levi in the same sentence was nothing short of ludicrous. And yet, his heart pounded in his chest as his throat tightened, struggling to come up with a satisfying response that would shut Jean and his own spiraling thoughts up.

“I don’t have feelings for Levi.” Left his lips with a surprising amount of conviction. He straightened in his chair, leveling Jean with his best ‘you’re being ridiculous’ glare.

Neither of his friends looked convinced, and Eren couldn’t help but let out an annoyed huff. Floch coughed, poorly masking a laugh, while Jean shook his head with an exaggerated sigh.

Fucking idiots.

And it wasn’t as if the two didn’t know exactly what Eren’s intentions with Reiner were – because they did. What’s more, they had supported his decision to get into the relationship in the first place.

Okay, no, that wasn’t entirely true. Jean had voiced his concerns several times over the course of his and Reiner’s dating history. But even so, he had always had his back. After all, they were best friends. So why was he bringing up false accusations about the reality of Levi’s and his relationship now?

“You don’t.” Jean said flatly, his doubts more obvious than ever. And Eren wanted to jump his throat.

“I don’t.” He repeated firmly, instead.  

“Sure,” Jean snorted. “And I’m secretly banging Floch behind Mikasa’s back.”

Floch’s head whipped around, the cigarette nearly falling from his lips. “What?!”

Jean rolled his eyes. “That was fucking sarcasm, dumbass. But you know what isn’t sarcasm? Montana pretending he doesn’t have a thing for Mister Rockstar.”

Blood boiling and gaze fuming, Eren took a deep, calming breath. No, he wouldn’t stoop down to that level of absurdity, and he wouldn’t give Jean what he was asking for. He wouldn’t confess to something that simply wasn’t true or lose his composure. On the contrary. He would keep it together, because that was what he did best: selling an act, striking a pose – faking it.

So instead of yelling, Eren just smiled his million-dollar smile, batted his eyelashes and… nodded.

“You’re right.” He agreed sweetly, his voice soft and collected though his eyes glinted with mischief.

“Oh…” Jean blinked, confusion lacing his voice. “Am I?”

Nodding again, Eren’s smile turned into a smirk. “Yeah… I definitely have feelings – for Levi’s glorious cock.”

As expected, Jean groaned, Floch burst into laughter, and the conversation, mercifully, came to an end.

“Forget I said anything,” Jean grumbled, flipping Eren off, “Because I don’t want to engage in this kind of topic again… at least not at brunch.”

Blind Item 889 – December 22, 2020

[Someone’s New Year’s Resolution appears to be the ringing of wedding bells. A close source to Beverly Hill’s favorite real estate agent just spilled the big news that one lucky guy dropped to his knees and bagged the engagement to an A-lister.]

problematic shipper🌸🐙🌸 (@prob_leveri)
If this means what it means I’m going to throw up.
5:55 PM – December 22, 2020 – 40,444 Views

🍆loaded gun🔫(@n0c0ntr0l_)
wtf man… why is Eren so stupid?
5:57 PM – December 22, 2020 – 47,020 Views

Eren the Goddess (@E_Yesss)
this is definitely not about Eren. #BlindItem #ErenYeager
5:59 PM – December 22, 2020 – 35,753 Views
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Charlotta (@ccharliii)
@E_Yesss Who should it be about then??? If not about him????
6:03 PM – December 22, 2020 – 18,818 Views
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Eren the Godess (@E_Yesss)
@ccharliii idk maybe @ArminArlert?
6:04 PM – December 22, 2020 – 29,170 Views
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Armin Army (@arlertupdates)
@E_Yesss ARMIN ARLERT??!?!?! NVOSNvbag THIS IS A JOKE RIGHT?!
6:08 PM – December 22, 2020 – 23,445 Views
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attack titan lore (@AttackedAndSnacked)
@arlertupdates why whyyy?
6:10 PM – December 22, 2020 – 4,013 Views
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69 Leveren Style 😈 (@hornytwinqz)
@E_Yesss @AttackedAndSnacked lmao he dumped his real estate girly like three months ago
6:14 PM – December 22, 2020 – 9,997 Views
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Armin Army (@arlertupdates)
@hornytwinqz He never confirmed the relationship in the first place
6:18 PM – December 22, 2020 – 16,333 Views
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Jean’s slut 🔒 (@KristeinIsmIne)
@arlertupdates I think he likes dicks tbh
6:20 PM – December 22, 2020 – 2,285 Views

cunt power⭐️💖 (@jaegerista)
Im gonna pull the delulu card and manifest this isnt about eren
6:07 PM – December 22, 2020 – 53,454 Views

Eren’s real husband (@ErenxLeviFan)
GUYS DOES LEVI KNOW THAT HIS HUSBAND IS ENGAGED?????
6:14 PM – December 22, 2020 – 12,909 Views
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E+H+M+L (@crawlingback2u)
@ErenxLeviFan omg will you just fucking stop that stupid leveren bullshit already?
6:15 PM – December 22, 2020 – 3,301 Views
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Eren’s real husband (@ErenxLeviFan)
@crawlingback2u Idk… will you stop being a fucking cunt?
6:17 PM – December 22, 2020 – 7,234 Views

 tarot card enthusiast (@manifestinggays)
AHHH REIREN WEDDING 2021????!!!! HELL YEAH FUCK YES #Reiren

#ReirenEngagement #ReirenWedding
6:28 PM – December 22, 2020 – 89,555 Views

fck me levi (@LLLckrmn)
I give Eren three months to realize his mistake… #Leveren #LeviAndEren #LeverenIsReal #FuckReiner
6:32 PM – December 22, 2020 – 105,202 Views

👑leveren queen👑 (@yeagermeister)
am I the only one heartbroken rn?
6:41 PM – December 22, 2020 – 19,672 Views
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summertime sadness (@3L3ND)
@yeagermeister nah man. same.
6:45 PM – December 22, 2020 – 6,881 Views
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flork porn (@florkyy_flork)
@yeagermeister @3L3ND here’s a leveren best moments compilation to cheer you ups guys bit.ly/55VrmZfi
6:47 PM – December 22, 2020 – 3,004 Views

here to take L’s medicine (@ughhhLevi)
prayin to whatever god exists that eren isnt engaged to fuckin reiner 💀 #BlindItem #Reiren
6:59 PM – December 22, 2020 – 71,139 Views

Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
Oh??? The conspiracies can have an end now. #Reiren #Leveren
7:10 PM – December 22, 2020 – 67,676 Views

leveren girlyyy ❣️(@biatchbozz)
NEITHER EREN NOR REINER CONFIRMED ANYTHING!!! DON’T BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU READ!!!
7:39 PM – December 22, 2020 – 49,229 Views
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Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
@biatchbozz but you believing that Eren and Levi fuck is okay or what?
7:44 PM – December 22, 2020 – 15,256 Views
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🍒Kitty Eren🍑 (@Xuui_Grgr)
@psssstmrtn Lmaoooo anyone can see that Eren’s obsessed with Levi’s dick and Levi’s obsessed with Eren’s ass 🙄
7:46 PM – December 22, 2020 – 8,016 Views
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Chris💫 (@199chtmt7)
@Xuui_Grgr Stfu
7:47 PM – December 22, 2020 – 6,438 Views
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proud MAGA 🇺🇸 (@DTLOVE)
@Xuui_Grgr 🤡🤡🤡
7:52 PM – December 22, 2020 – 1,771 Views
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Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
@DTLOVE fuck off asshole.
7:57 PM – December 22, 2020 – 6,925 Views

-January 22, 2021-

Who the fuck threw a party not even three weeks after New Year’s Eve? Levi thought as he made his way up the driveway of the Braun-Yeager mansion, though he already knew the answer: Eren.

Eren threw a fucking party.

That didn’t make it any less improper, considering half of Hollywood was still recovering from the last escalation. Levi certainly was. He’d nearly wrecked his neck again at Hange’s party (which he’d been forced to attend – not that he’d gone willingly) thanks to drunkenly agreeing to a stupid arm-wrestling competition with Erwin. And yet, here he was, bottle of red wine in hand, trudging toward another chaotic night.

The invitation card had hinted at some sort of celebration – whatever that might be – and you could never go wrong with a nice old Bordeaux. That’s why he’d picked one from his personal collection. It was Eren’s favorite and he always made sure to keep at least three bottles in store since the beginning of 2020.

Still, despite the occasion he was attending, Levi had his own agenda for how the evening should end. So, maybe the bottle wasn’t exactly for everyone or even for Eren to enjoy – it was for him. To calm his racing nerves. Because, shit – was he actually going to do this? Confess his feelings to Eren? Ask him to dump Reiner and take a chance with him instead? Could he really go through with it and commit to something serious?

Actually, thinking about it again in the dawn of the evening, Levi reconsidered, faltering in his steps. He mulled over his plan – a simple, five-step mission: one, drink up enough courage; two find Eren alone; three, confess his undying love; four, hear the exact same words back; and five, fuck until sunrise. Easy, right? Except… dread began to gnaw at him, spreading like ice through his veins.

It was accompanied by one single question – a reality check he absolutely needed: How had he become such a pathetic man?

Levi had no good answer to that. But maybe it was a side effect of the sickness he possessed and couldn’t cure.

Love.  

If he hadn’t been so far gone, he would’ve surely gagged at the mere suggestion of being ‘in love’ with – anyone. But the denial had been his constant companion for months, and he was tired of running from his feelings – at least to a certain extent. Admitting them to himself had been hard enough. Admitting them to Eren, the one who clutched his heart like it was a stress ball, squeezing it tight enough to devour it in one big gulp? That was an entirely different story. It was something he’d thought he could handle, but that obviously had been a naïve mistake.

In fact, Levi had never felt so miserable before. Utterly, completely miserable.

Since his return from Tokyo, he’d been a walking mess, though he managed to hide it most of the time. Throughout his entire career, he’d always been the picture of composure, with only a few mentionable times in which he’d been anything but put-together. Fans around the world lusted after him – L, the unshakable idol, a fantasy. A man so calm and collected that not even performing with a goddamn neck brace had thrown him off his game. But now? That cool, impenetrable shell had crumbled, revealing sides of himself he’d rather keep buried. And, of course, Eren had been present for every single crack.

Yes, Eren was the reason for his distress. For all the sleepless nights. For every swirling thought of what could have been if Levi had realized his feelings sooner. Perhaps he wouldn’t ring the bell but would open the posh mahogany door instead. However, that was wishful thinking, and again, fucking pathetic.

And it really wasn’t surprising at all that Eren was also the center of his present breakdown. Or that he’d been the reason for nearly every meltdown Levi had endured since that night in Tokyo.

Stopping in his tracks, Levi spotted a stone bench near some hedges. With a heavy sigh, he sank onto it, his head dropping into his hands. He supposed this was how his night would end – with yet another mental crisis, and this time, right in front of Eren’s multimillion Dollar home.

What the hell was he thinking? This wasn’t going to work. Maybe he’d read the signs wrong. Maybe Eren didn’t feel the same way at all, and Levi was about to make a complete fool of himself.

His leg jittered nervously as he tried to collect himself. Honestly, he should just turn around, go home, and leave Eren a text saying he couldn’t make it. That would probably be the smartest thing to do. He should go home, get wasted – alone – and be miserable again. Then he should fall into his lonely bed while pondering over his life choices just the way he had done countless times already and not coming to a better conclusion of what to do with his problem.

But something kept him rooted to the bench, stopping him from running back to his car.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Eren.

Heard him – his almost-sobs in Tokyo as they slept together, the raw emotion in his voice. Or he pictured him, off-key and unapologetic, belting Only Girl like it was meant for Levi and no one else. His mind drifted further – back to his birthday night, to their argument that wasn’t quite an argument, to the past two weeks of stolen moments and secret meet-ups. And thinking about it – about him – made his heart flutter.  It pounded violently inside his chest as the vines of longing grew thicker, tighter, wrapping around him, rooting deep into every inch of his being.

And then… his heart stuttered as another thought crept in.

The morning after in Tokyo. The awkwardness that had clung to them, lingering like smoke.

Had they ruined whatever fragile thing had existed between them that night? Had they crossed a line they shouldn’t have?

By having that night together?

By having vanilla sex, of all things?

By making love?

Even after the tension at his birthday party had somewhat eased, Levi couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that he was about to ruin everything – for good this time. The thought was paralyzing, leaving him frozen on that cold bench, trapped between too late and too afraid.

So, there he sat, stuck in the icy grip of indecision, resigning himself to self-pity until he could come up with a better plan.

-December 17, 2020-

Maybe there had been a reason why they’d never tried ‘vanilla sex’ before – why they’d stuck to the hair-pulling, the insults, the spanking, the ruthless, breathless pounding. Levi could almost hear his past self mocking him for his stupidity in even suggesting the idea.

“Teach me.” 

More like, teach me to keep my fucking mouth shut the next time, he thought regretfully.

Yeah, hindsight’s a bitch. If he could go back, he’d slap himself for saying that. But it was too late. It had happened. And now they had to deal with… this.

They had to deal with the sudden, uncomfortable shift in the air between them – so sharp and disorienting that Levi had nearly backed out of his offer to drive Eren home from LAX. He hadn’t, though. Which was why he was now staring straight ahead at the highway, the hills dotted with luxury mansions that seemed to move even further away and out of his reach, the longer the drive went on. The tension filled the Mustang like a gas leak, silent but suffocating.

Stealing a glance at Eren, Levi saw him staring out the window, head propped on his hand, elbow braced on the door. He wasn’t scrolling through his phone – strange enough – but what really threw him off was the lack of… anything. No light hums to the faint music playing in the background. No casual reach for his hand or thigh. No lazy jokes to fill the silence. Nothing. That, more than anything, hit Levi like a sucker punch to the ribs.

It wasn’t normal. This wasn’t them. Not even close.

It felt like he had confessed his feelings without saying a word, and now it hung between them, hovering above them like a dark doom. He could almost see the metaphorical sword hanging over their heads, poised to slice through whatever bond they’d built over the past two years. Not a relationship, not exactly a friendship, and yet it felt like he was grieving something that wasn’t even gone yet but was clearly slipping through his fingers. All that was left was Eren with his gaze focused on anything but him and Levi tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, not sure what he was supposed to do. The color drained from his face, and he cringed internally because he felt so fucking lost right now.

God, falling in love sucked.

And it sucked even more because he didn’t want it to change anything between them. But it had.

Of course, it had. Levi was emotionally invested now but Eren? Eren was probably counting down the hours until he could spend the weekend with his boyfriend. With the one person Levi was suddenly envying more than he’d ever envied anything or anyone before. It wasn’t mere annoyance anymore, Reiner wasn’t just a mere inconvenience keeping his balls blue. He had turned into something Levi despised. He understood that now. And he hated himself for even caring so much.

Maybe space would help. Maybe time apart would clear his head, make him realize he wasn’t actually in love with Eren, just… a little too attached. Just a bit more obsessed than he wanted to admit.

But then he looked at Eren again, for the umpteenth time, darting his eyes to that stupid, gorgeous face. The way his chest rose and fell steadily, his lips slightly parted as he stared blankly out the window, a slight crease between his brows – the only wrinkle that flawless face would know. And, like clockwork, Levi’s heartbeat betrayed him, surging like it had back in Tokyo. Swallowing hard because fuck – why the hell wasn’t he thinking with his dick anymore – he got catapulted back to the happiest he’d ever been. To the night with bad karaoke songs and emotions he’d never unpacked before.

Before he could stop himself, he reached out. His hand rested lightly on Eren’s thigh – and instinct, a habit. He’d done it a hundred times before, maybe more. It was nothing. Except now it was something.

Because it made Eren flinch.

The movement was small, but Levi felt it like a slap. Eren’s entire body tensed under his touch, rigid and uncomfortable in a way that made his stomach churn. That had never happened before. And it shouldn’t. Where was the easiness that usually bound them together? It was gone, and he didn’t know how to get it back.

Fuck. Now, Levi felt anything but relaxed in return. Should he just ignore the reaction and act as if he didn’t feel just how very uncomfortable Eren was at this moment? Or should he apologize and withdraw his hand?

Why was he even thinking about this? Why was this a problem to begin with? It had never been one before. Never.

He thought back to a time when he didn’t have to second-guess a touch. When his hand on Eren’s thigh had been natural, easy, unremarkable. When Eren wasn’t flinching. When Eren’s mouth was on him instead – wrapped around his cock – back in England, as Levi drove along the chalk cliffs of East Sussex on their way to shoot the infamous beach scene of their movie while he got his brains blown out, glad he didn’t crash them into a fence.

But now, there was a distance between them. Not physical – his hand was still on Eren’s leg – but emotional, heavy, and frankly unbearable. Something had cooled between them, but something else was simmering, on the verge of boiling over and burning them both. It was a palpable tension neither of them dared to address.

Levi clenched his jaw as he pulled up to Eren’s house. The engine died, leaving a silence that pressed even harder against his chest. He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of how hard it was to form words.

“So…” he started, though he wasn’t sure where he was going with it.  

See you around? Text me when you’re free? Do you want to meet up tomorrow? Do you even want to see me again or is everything too uncomfortable between us now? Is this over? Do you love me too?

Nothing seemed to be the right choice. In fact, every single option made him want to throw up.

“So…” Eren echoed, his voice sounding almost constipated.

Turning his face to look at him, Levi found Eren clasping his hands between his thighs, nibbling at his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Slowly, Eren dared to look at him too, tilting his head slightly, almost in contemplation.

If the entire situation weren’t so awkward, Levi would have kissed him. But it was awkward. More than awkward. His body felt glued to the seat, his hand frozen on Eren’s trackpants, useless.

“Text me?” He said finally, the words barely squeezing past his throat. “Only if you want to.” For the first time ever, he felt insecure in Eren’s presence. Maybe that was the worst feeling out of them all.  

“I…” Eren’s lips twitched into a strained smile. He fumbled with his seatbelt, now avoiding Levi’s gaze. “Yeah.”

“Cool.”

Cool?

Cool?!

Levi wanted to shoot himself. Instead, he forced his body into motion, stepping out of the car to retrieve Eren’s luggage, not daring to even snatch another glance into Eren’s direction. No, he’d actually rather die.

So, instead, he busied himself with the three Rimowa suitcases, Eren had claimed he couldn’t go without. He was so caught up in his own storm of thoughts, unloading Eren’s entire wardrobe, that he didn’t register the gate opening or the sound of approaching footsteps. Not until a high-pitched squeal pierced the silence, yanking his attention upward.

And then he saw it.

Eren’s legs wrapped tightly around Reiner’s waist, kissing him like the world was ending. Levi’s stomach twisted violently, his chest tightening with something ugly and sharp, like jagged glass grinding against bone.

His entire mood plummeted. If it had been sour before, now it was rancid.

He wished for a gun. Right here, right now. For himself, for them – it didn’t matter. Somebody needed to end this misery, one way or another.

“I missed you so much, baby.” Levi heard Eren coo, followed by the unmistakable sound of lips smacking against Reiner’s cheek, chin, and nose. And was that really necessary?

Scowling, he stood by the car as his irritation bubbled over. He waited exactly five seconds before slamming the trunk door shut with a resounding thud, shattering the sickeningly sweet reunion. Both Eren and Reiner jumped at the noise, their faces snapping toward him.

Eren looked… flustered. His cheeks were tinged pink, though Levi couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or the pointed glare he was currently trying – and failing to suppress. Reiner, on the other hand, looked more than a little flushed, like a teenager caught making out behind the bleachers.

“Oh, yeah, right.” Eren swallowed before letting out an awkward chuckle. Scratching the back of his neck as if the gesture could somehow diffuse the tension, he slowly untangled himself from Reiner’s arms. “Thanks for dropping me off.”

“Yup.” Levi let the ‘p’ pop like a dart pricking the moment.

Reiner, now his personal nemesis, offered him a polite and apologetic smile. “Hi, Levi. Thanks a lot.” He straightened his shirt in an attempt to compose himself, but it did little to hide the faint blush crawling up his neck.

Levi couldn’t entirely fault him for reacting like that, though. Who wouldn’t be flustered after having Eren’s lips on them? Hell, Levi wasn’t immune himself. If anything, he was probably worse.

No, scratch that. He could be angry. He had every right to be angry. And, as it turned out, he was angry. Pissed, actually.

“Yup.” He repeated, his tone clipped as he crossed his arms over his chest. His face, now schooled into his usual blank expression, betrayed none of the turmoil churning beneath the surface. His glare, however, could’ve cut through steel.

“I’ll head out.” Levi bit out at last after another painful silence descended, his tone sharp and final as he stalked around the car to get back behind the wheel. Probably the smartest thing to do so he wouldn’t punch anything or anyone.

“Wait!” Eren’s voice rang out, sudden and desperate.

He froze mid-step, barely turning before Eren charged toward him with alarming speed. He didn’t have time to brace himself before he was enveloped in a bone-crushing hug, Eren’s arms wrapping around him like a vice and squeezing the life out of him.

For a split second, Levi stiffened, caught off guard. But the weight of Eren against him, the sheer force of his hold, clutching at his back like letting go wasn’t an option, left him with no choice but to respond in kind. His body reacted before his mind could catch up – he pulled Eren in just as fiercely, his arms locking around him as if he were the only thing tethering him to the earth.

Burying his face in the crook of Eren’s neck, he breathed him in – memorized him – like this was a goodbye he wasn’t prepared for. It hadn’t felt this heavy when he’d left Eren behind for tour a year ago, so why did it feel unbearable now?

He knew why.

Oh, yes, he knew.  

The thought churned in his chest, but his grip didn’t falter. Levi wasn’t sure he could bring himself to let go. It felt impossible.

Eren exhaled shakily against his shoulder, his breath warm and uneven. “Thank you,” murmured, his voice soft but the words carrying something deeper, heavier than just gratitude.

Levi swallowed hard. “It was no big deal,” he mumbled back, barely above a whisper muffled against Eren’s shirt.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Oh.

He should step back and break the embrace. Should say something dismissive, turn on his heel, get in the car and drive away like this never happened. Yes, that would absolutely be the smart thing to do.

Instead, Levi tilted his head just slightly and pressed a soft kiss to Eren’s cheek.

“I loved it,” he admitted, voice quiet but unwavering.

And I love you, he thought.

Then, before the weight of those words could settle between them, he loosened his grip, let Eren go, and took a step back. He managed a small, strained smile – one he knew he didn’t quite reach his eyes and it didn’t reach Eren’s either – before turning away.

And as he walked off, the lump in his throat refused to disappear, clogging his airway and making it difficult to breathe because now, with painful clarity, he knew.

Whatever they had in Tokyo – it was over.

-January 22, 2021-

In the end – don’t ask him how – Levi managed to ring the bell and step into the predicament that would undoubtedly anchor itself as a fresh trauma in his mind.

The first thing that happened, after Reiner opened the door – not Eren, because Eren was apparently too busy chatting with Historia and Ymir – was that Levi found himself trapped in conversation with him and – Jesus fucking Christ, what had he done to deserve this – Zeke.

He hadn’t seen Eren’s older brother in over a year, thankfully. But now, that bearded annoyance made it his personal mission to ruin Levi’s evening with his very existence. Which, to be fair, wasn’t much of a challenge. Just having to endure Reiner alone was already a burden. Both of them together, though?

That was a new kind of torture.

They were so unbearably bland in basically everything – in the way they dressed, the way they carried themselves, in their entire personalities. They both had the charisma of a hard-boiled egg. No nuance. No depth. No wonder they were best friends. No wonder they worked so well together.

And all the more confusing why Eren chose Reiner to be his boyfriend.

But stop – Levi had to correct himself. They did have a passion.

For real estate.

And for talking about their job – endlessly.

He wasn’t sure if they were trying to sell him a new mansion or if they were genuinely just that excited about the housing market in Malibu, but it was already the third multi-million-dollar property they were fawning over, and Levi decided that staring down into his Moscow Mule was infinitely more interesting than listening to their conversation.

Until Zeke ripped him from his trance-like state of boredom.

“What do you think about that, Levi?”

Failing to suppress a yawn, Levi shrugged a shoulder. “Sorry, what was the subject?”

So much for his attempt at getting on the good side of Eren’s brother. At least, he’d tried to show some interest.

Both men blinked at him – Reiner looked mildly surprised, while Zeke’s face twisted into an unimpressed frown, his hideous hipster glasses scrunching up as he wrinkled his nose.

Levi could already see him mentally drafting his next complaint to Eren.

“Of course you didn’t listen.” Zeke muttered under his breath, taking a sip from his glass while Reiner shot him an apologetic smile.

At least Reiner still felt guilty for the vomit incident at his birthday party. That meant he wouldn’t dare to be pissed at him right now. Definitely something he could use to his advantage.

Levi tapped a finger against his glass, feigning deep thought. “Open room concept.”

Zeke’s brows furrowed, now in confusion. “What?”

“Ah. Sorry, worth a shot.” He said, though he didn’t feel sorry in the slightest.

He couldn’t believe he was stuck here, listening to them, instead of being at Eren’s side. Instead of pulling him away from the crowd. Instead of taking him somewhere quiet so they could talk.

Okay, maybe confessing his feelings tonight wasn’t his smartest idea, but dragging it out another day felt just as unbearable. He was already pulling his hair out every time he chickened out – every time he told himself next time, only for next time to come and go without a word.

It was like a band aid, right? That’s what he had told himself on the bench outside.

Just say it.

Get rejected, cry it out, and move on. Or – ride off into the sunrise with Eren in his arms.

The probability of the second option was close to zero, but so was enduring the what-ifs.

He was fucked either way.

Zeke seemed too stunned to say anything else, while Reiner let out an awkward chuckle, rubbing at the back of his neck as if he were the one uncomfortable.

“Well, we get back to the topic of climate-insurances –” his gaze flickered toward Levi, pointed, “Later. Let me get Eren since everyone’s gathered…”

And with that, Reiner excused himself, leaving Levi and Zeke standing there, arms crossed, eyes averted, equally uninterested in each other’s existence.

Levi watched as Reiner made his way across the room, tapping Eren’s shoulder.

What was it they wanted to announce?

Probably something stupid and irrelevant. Maybe they were adopting a puppy. It had to be something ridiculous, something unnecessary. Eren lived for finding reasons to throw parties. He’d literally thrown one to celebrate winning rock-paper-scissors against Mikasa once.

Nothing would surprise him.

But then –

Eren turned around.

Grinning. Eyes bright. Arm curling around Reiner’s shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss.

Levi’s heart plummeted off a cliff. Now that the damn had burst, now that the feelings were out – every little act of affection between them was agony. It was his personal hell. The only thing missing was the flames of purgatory and some red-skinned demon whispering in his ear: ‘That’s what you get for being so dumb’.

And he had been dumb, hadn’t he?

Levi was so lost in his own self-pity that he didn’t notice the clinking of a spoon against a champagne flute until it was too late.

A waiter appeared beside him, holding out a tray of freshly poured champagne. He blinked, sluggishly accepting a glass, before scanning the room.

Toasting?

To what?

Where the fuck was the puppy?

His gaze swept over the gathering. No sign of a pet. No sign of some minor celebration.

Then –

“So, as you all may be wondering why exactly you’ve been invited to this wonderful evening…”

Reiner’s voice cut through the chatter, drawing everyone’s attention as he cleared his throat.

Levi’s fingers curled tighter around the stem of his glass. Reiner intertwined his fingers with Eren’s and smiled at him.

“We have some big news to announce.”

Levi barely heard the words.

He didn’t need to.

Not when he saw it.

The ring.

A thin silver band on Eren’s finger, adorned with a diamond so obnoxiously large that Levi could recognize the marquise cut from across the fucking room.

His stomach twisted. He already knew before they could say it. Knew he should have said something sooner. Knew he had waited too long.

And now it was too late.

-December 24, 2020-

“Surprise!”

The sudden chorus of voices nearly sent Levi into cardiac arrest right in his own home. He sucked in a sharp breath, his body jolting backward into the open doorway as if shielding himself from an ambush. His squash racket was raised in a defensive grip, ready to strike.

But there was no danger – at least, not the kind he was prepared for.

No, what greeted him in his living room might have been worse than any axe murderer.

People.

In his house.

Familiar faces, some he’d seen just days ago. Others, it had been months – years.

What the fuck?

His heart still hammering against his ribs, he dropped his racket slightly, scanning the room. There were his bandmates, all grinning like idiots – Erwin, of course, holding up a balloon that read ‘Birthday Boy’. People from the music and film industry, even a couple of his managers, were scattered around. And to make matters worse, every single one of them was wearing an obnoxiously small, ridiculously glittery party hat in a different color of the rainbow.

This was hell. He’d come home to hell.

“What the fuck?” He now said out loud.

“Happy birthday, shorty!”

Hange was the first to break formation, pushing through the mob with a laugh before yanking him into an unwanted, suffocating hug.

Letting out a strangled sound of protest, his face was practically mashed against their chest. “I repeat myself –” Levi gritted out through clenched teeth. “What. The. Fuck?”

Because seriously – what in the actual fuck?

All he’d wanted was a quiet evening to himself. A simple, peaceful night where he could cook himself an easy dinner, pour himself a drink, and head to bed early. Maybe even switch off his phone to escape the exhausting flood of birthday messages and calls. He had spent the entire day dodging well-wishers, ignoring at least thirty calls and fifty texts, while every single person he encountered had felt the need to clap him on the back – like it was some grand achievement that he’d survived yet another year.

Honestly, that had been more exhausting than the grueling match against his personal trainer right before he’d stumbled into this absolute disaster here.  

Oh, Levi hated being the center of attention – especially over something as irrelevant as his birthday.

“It’s a surprise party!” Hange declared, finally loosening their grip around his arms.

“Oh, I can see that.” He muttered darkly, shooting them a glare before shifting his eyes toward the rest of the crowd. For a moment, his mind started strategizing the best possible escape route out of his own four walls. Maybe to a hotel. Maybe to a different city altogether.

But before he could make a break for it, another pair of arms wrapped around him, warm and familiar.

He knew who they belonged to in an instant. Eren.

“I told them you wouldn’t be too happy about this.” Eren chuckled, pulling him close.

And just like that, Levi’s resolve wavered. It was probably the first and only embrace of today he actually enjoyed.

He melted into it before he could stop himself, curling one hand around the back of Eren’s neck, pulling him impossibly closer. It was like a key fitting into a lock once they hugged. The warmth of him, the steady heartbeat against his own, the scent of whatever overpriced cologne he was wearing – it all felt maddeningly like a gift Levi hadn’t asked for but desperately wanted.

“Happy birthday.” Eren murmured against his ear, voice low, genuine – intimate.

Then came the soft press of lips to his cheeks, lingering for just a moment too long. Levi exhaled sharply, eyes fluttering shut as he soaked in the touch he’d been craving since the moment he’d dropped Eren off at his house a week ago.

Seven days.

Seven days of missing him so much it made his head spin. Of feeling off, of fighting an ache he couldn’t shake. He’d been a mental disaster the entire week, barely functioning. Sports had been his only vice – swinging, hitting, and pushing his body to exhaustion, anything to keep himself busy, anything to distract him from the weight of his thoughts. Sweat and aching muscles were better than this.

“Thanks.” He choked out. The air in his lungs felt insufficient, shallow, like he couldn’t quite catch it.

His hands still throbbed from smacking ball after ball for three hours straight, fingers stiff and sore as they curled into the soft fabric of Eren’s floral button-up. He gripped it like it was the only thing keeping him upright, keeping him together.

Because it wasn’t just his muscles that were sore – his chest ached just as much.

He wasn’t ready to let go – not now, maybe not ever.

But he forced himself to.

With stiff, reluctant fingers, Levi unwound himself from Eren, stepping back just enough to glance at the others. His expression hardened. “Eren’s right. I’m not happy about this. At all.”

A collective groan filled the room, followed by a chorus of chuckles and amused eye-rolls. No one looked particularly offended by his cranky mood, nor did anyone seem the least bit concerned by his clear disdain.

No one made a move to leave or to apologize for the inconveniences.

Of course, they weren’t leaving.

As usual, Hange was the first to break the silence, rolling their eyes before shoving him playfully on the shoulder. “Oh, cheer up, you killjoy. After all, it’s a surprise party with all your favorite people! Which brings me to…” They turned to the crowd, raising their hands like a conductor about to cue an orchestra. “Alright, guys – one, two, three, happy –”

“No!” Levi’s voice shot up, his eyes widening in alarm as he already envisioned his personal hell unfolding before him. “Stop that right now, or I swear, I’ll kick every single one of you out.”

That was not happening. If anyone so much dared to sing, he would personally make them regret it the moment they opened their mouth.

Letting out a loud sigh, Hange shook their head. “Alright yeez… you’re no fun.”

“You know I’m not.” He deadpanned, rubbing at his temple as the beginning of a headache crept in.

A brief, awkward silence stretched across the room. Everyone seemed unsure how to proceed – good. If Levi had his way, he’d just hold the door open and let them all politely fuck off. Preferably to the other side of the city, as far away as possible from the quiet he craved.

Unfortunately, Erwin had other plans.

With an annoyingly confident clap of his hands, he slung an arm around Levi’s shoulders, proving yet again, why he was a real pain in the ass.

“Well, now that we’re all here… let’s celebrate the fact that this grumpy multi-talent –” he ruffled Levi’s hair with an infuriating amount of enthusiasm, knowing exactly how much he hated it, “– is one year older and not an inch taller!”

Levi scowled, violently shrugging him off. “Oh, fuck off, Erwin.”

But as expected, Erwin didn’t, and the night got even worse when the next person stepped forward to congratulate him.

“Happy birthday, Levi. Glad the surprise worked out.” Said the one person he probably despised more than this entire party.

His stomach twisted.

Reiner.

What the fuck was he doing here?

For a fleeting moment, Levi seriously considered swinging his racket straight at that stupid, golden-retriever face. His living room had never looked more repulsive than it did with Reiner standing in it.

As if Eren could sense the violent thoughts swirling in his head – he wasn’t exactly doing a great job masking his death glare, despite his efforts – he intertwined his and Reiner’s fingers and gave the smallest shake of his head. Subtle, but Levi got the message.

Exhaling sharply through his nose, he forced himself to unclench his jaw.

He hated this.

“Thanks, man.” He somehow managed to grind out, the words feeling like sandpaper on his tongue. His attempt at a smile probably looked more like a pained grimace. “So nice to see you here.”

Anything – literally anything – would have been better than staring into that broad, square face currently beaming back at him. Where had the nervous energy Reiner carried at their awful dinner gone? When had he suddenly become so damn self-assured?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Eren’s own cringing expression, and it only stoked the fire of his irritation. Eren had no right to feel uncomfortable right now. He had no right to bring Reiner here – to his house, into his home – in the first place. But he had, and Levi was fuming.

It was bad enough having to endure this unwanted attention. But being forced to tolerate Reiner’s presence within the sanctity of his own four walls? That was a whole different kind of torture. It felt damn near unbearable.

What a fantastic fucking birthday.

But then, before his irritation could reach full combustion, another presence cut in.

“Leviii.”

He barely had time to react before Petra pulled him into a tight hug, her laughter warm against his ear.

“So happy to see you again,” she beamed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Happy birthday, love.”

Not giving him any time to process what was going on, she surprised him again – leaning in for a second kiss, this time right on his mouth.

It was brief, affectionate – nostalgic.

He blinked, startled for only a moment before something in him softened. Petra grinned at him, her presence as warm as it had been 10 years ago, and he couldn’t help but return the smile – a real one this time. The tension in his chest loosened, momentarily forgetting about the bulky elephant in the room as he pressed a peck to her cheek, making her grin widen.

It had been too long. Far too long since he’d last seen her.

As a low whistle cut through the room, Levi found himself taking in Petra – really taking her in. She looked good. Her hair was shorter now, but still radiantly ginger, accentuating her sharp cheekbones and delicate jawline in a way that made her features stand out even more. And though years had passed, she carried the same youthful glow she’d always had when they first met back in 2006. Time had barely touched her.

The only real difference between the punk girl he’d met in that dimly lit bar and the woman standing before him now was the wardrobe. Gone were the spike boots and black leather jackets. Instead, she wore the kind of designer dress that turned heads – one of the kind only the finest money could buy, draping over her with effortless elegance.

“Thanks, love.” Levi said, his smile warm and genuine. He couldn’t wait to catch up with her, to hear everything she’d been up to. Maybe, just maybe, something good could come out of this disaster of a night after all. At least he had the chance to reconnect with old friends.

And that’s exactly what he did for most of the evening – after changing into a pair of jeans and a plain black shirt. And after pulling Floch and Jean aside.

Out of everyone gathered in his house, he was undoubtedly the most underdressed. But at least he wasn’t wearing one of those ridiculous party hats. Hange had tried to shove one on his head for a picture, but he’d shot them down. That would’ve been the last straw – the final push before he kicked everyone out.

“You two idiots are coming with me.” His low growl made Jean and Floch flinch as he appeared behind them at the bar.

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed them both by the necks and dragged them to the far corner of the room – his living space now completely transformed into a full-blown party, courtesy of Eren’s god-awful playlist.

Every single song was a No Name one.

Eren really wanted to torture him, and Levi had no idea what he’d done to deserve it.

“Ow! What the hell was that for?” Jean complained, rubbing his neck as soon as Levi let go, shooting him an accusatory glare.

Floch, far less intimidated, leaned against the wall as he fished a cigarette from his pocket. “What do you want, birthday boy?”

Levi’s eyes immediately narrowed at the nickname, but Floch only smirked in response – fully expecting the reaction. That smirk quickly morphed into a disappointed pout the moment Levi smacked the cigarette clean out of his hand.

“No smoking inside.”

“Fine,” Floch held up his hands placatingly, rolling his eyes. “But don’t think I don’t know about all the post-sex blunts you and Eren share.”  

His head snapped around, scanning the room to make sure no one had overheard. “Well, as long as I don’t get to fuck you, you don’t get to smoke in my house.”

“Fair.” Floch replied with a careless shrug, grinning as Jean looked between them in sheer bewilderment. “So, I’m asking again – what do you want?”

Damn Floch and his infuriating ability to call people out. It was like he had a sixth sense for sniffing out unspoken intentions. Most of the time, Levi could appreciate it – admire it, even. That, and the fact that Floch always managed to keep his cool under pressure. Not to mention his uncanny talent for capturing Eren’s ass on camera in a way that did it true justice. Really, no one highlighted Eren’s backside quite like Floch did. 

Right now, though, Levi was more annoyed than impressed.

He huffed. “Don’t ask questions. Just do it.”

“Okay?” Jean raised his eyebrows, his expression laced with careful apprehension.

Taking a deep breath, Levi schooled his face into something unreadable. “Make sure Reiner gets so drunk he doesn’t remember his own name anymore.”

Of course, Eren’s friends weren’t complete idiots – they could put two and two together. They knew exactly what he was trying to do.

Jean immediately shook his head, eyes wide. “Nope. Nope. Not happening. I’m not built for this, and Mikasa’s gonna kill me if she finds out.”

Floch, on the other hand, grinned like the devil. “Oh, this is about to be good.”

And that’s why he appreciated Floch for what he was. An asshole and a sucker for drama.

By the time Levi had returned to Petra’s side, Floch had already refilled Reiner’s wine glass three times in the span of thirty minutes. He watched from across the room as Floch laughed just a little too loud at something Reiner said, slinging an arm around his shoulder and discreetly doing a thumbs-up behind his back as he caught Levi’s eyes while Armin looked on in quiet worry.

With so many people vying for his attention – especially Petra now that they’ve rekindled – he had almost been too busy to notice the way Eren was watching their chat from the couch.

Almost.

He felt Eren’s stare before he even looked up.

And even with Floch keeping Reiner distracted, Levi was still more than pissed. Pissed at Eren. Pissed at Reiner. Pissed that Eren had the audacity to bring his boyfriend – that fucking inconvenience – to his birthday party.

It hurt.

There. That was it. That was what he was feeling.

For the first time since this whole mess with Eren began, he felt like he didn’t deserve what was happening to him. That he was apparently madly in love with Eren didn’t help the way his heart ached either.

Reiner coming to London? Annoying as fuck, but tolerable. He’d gotten a fuck out of it, in the end.

Having dinner with him? Awful, utterly awful, but survivable.

This? Crossed a line. 

And so, Levi let himself be resentful. He’d earned it for real.

He gave Petra his full attention, hanging onto her words, keeping the conversation flowing. God, he’d missed her. He didn’t even remember why they’d stopped talking to begin with.

Okay – maybe he did. Things had been awkward for a while after… after everything had ended.  

But now? Listening to her ramble about her husband, her kids, her plans for a new charity foundation in honor of her late mother – it almost felt like nothing had changed. Well, apart from the husband and children part.

Until he happened.

In the end, it was always Eren who ended up claiming his attention, who occupied his mind no matter how much he willed it otherwise.

Levi was just refilling Petra’s glass when someone stumbled into his side. The bottle jerked, and instead of landing in the glass, the wine splashed all over Petra’s Versace wrap dress. In an instant, the deep red soaked into the delicate fabric, seeping between golden chains and creating absurd new patterns.

“Fucking hell!” He cursed, barely catching himself. His shoes were drenched too. Gaze snapping to the culprit – to Eren, who held up his hands in mock apology, eyes wide with feigned shock – he knew.

That little shit had done it on purpose. He could see right through the act, through the insincere regret and paper-thin shame.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! Shit!” Eren’s voice was too theatrical, too deliberate. It was the same strained inflection their director had scolded him for during early rehearsals – when he’d tried, and failed, to sound convincingly devastated on command.

Petra, bless her soul, looked more surprised than upset. Too pure to recognize the devil in disguise standing right in front of her dressed in Loewe and false remorse.

Most people were.

Just like the drunk hulk currently engaged in conversation with Floch and Armin, completely oblivious to Eren’s foul games.

But Levi knew better.

Because he was the one who usually fucked the fakeness straight out of Eren.

“Oh… it’s fine, really. It was an accident.” Petra smiled, dismissing the incident with a casual wave of her hand.  

Eren’s head tilted, his lips curving. “Really? You’re not mad?”

He almost sounded… disappointed.

Levi’s eyes narrowed. What the hell was the brat playing at?

“No, why would I be? Trust me, my kids ruined more clothes than I can count.” Petra chuckled.

She shot Eren a sincere smile. Not that Eren returned it. His mouth curled upward, but his eyes hardened, sharp with that all-too-familiar glint. Levi recognized that expression immediately. Most of the time, it turned him on.

This time, it only irritated him.  

Eren was trying to humiliate Petra. Standing there, looking flawless in his perfectly tailored button-up and dress pants, his golden skin on display and enticing behind the undone top of his shirt, while Petra stood there in her ruined, dripping dress.

“Aw, you’re too kind. Thanks for being so cool about it.”

“As I said, it’s fine.” Petra offered a polite smile, brushing at the fabric of her dress in vain before lifting her gaze back to him. “Ehm… I didn’t catch your name, but you’re Eren, right? Levi’s co-star? We haven’t been introduced yet.”

Extending her hand, she didn’t so much glance down at the ruined silk, completely unfazed by the mess. Much to Levi’s dismay.

She should put Eren in his place – if not for her own dignity, then at least for Levi’s sake. And for his sanity.

He glanced between them, dread pooling in his stomach. This couldn’t end well.

With what was left in his glass, Levi downed it in one gulp and seriously considered drinking straight from the bottle.  

“Yeah, I’m Eren. And you are?” Eren shook the offered hand, holding it a moment longer than necessary as his eyes looked her up and down for a second, almost condescendingly.

“Oh, I’m Petra.”

The glass bottle in Levi’s grip didn’t slip, but Eren’s face did – just slightly. Not enough for Petra to notice, but Levi caught it immediately.

Something about that name threw Eren off. He wasn’t sure why, however.

“Petra.” Eren echoed, his gaze momentarily distant, fingers still wrapped around hers.  

“Yes. Petra Ral.” She confirmed.

It took Eren mere seconds to collect himself. His smile widened again, but it didn’t reach his eyes as he finally released her hand.

“Not sure if the name is ringing any bells.”

And who the hell was Eren kidding? He’d definitely heard the name before. His reaction made that painfully obvious.

“Oh, I’m not a big celebrity or anything.” Petra brushed at her dress. “I work in the music industry. That’s how Levi and I met.”

Her amber eyes found Levi’s at the same time as Eren’s did, and all he could do was stare ahead at Armin, who was chatting with Reiner – because somehow, that felt less awkward than being the center of attention between his ex-situationship (he’d learned the term just recently) and the man he was in love with.

“Oh!” Eren exclaimed, his fake enthusiasm thick enough to choke on. “So you’re a producer?”

“No.” Petra chuckled, twirling the ruined silk between her fingers. “I run a record label. A small one, though. I went independent eight years ago. But back in the day, I was just an insignificant intern who suggested No Name to my boss’s label.”

And Levi would be forever grateful for that – among other things.

Eren was struck, blinking, he shook his head. “Wait… so No Name is famous because of you?”

His expression shifted, eyes darting between him and Petra, confidence cracking at the edges. And for once, Levi wasn’t sure if he liked what he saw in those usually wicked teal eyes. That almost-fear. That dawning realization of something Levi couldn’t quite grasp.

“Well… I wouldn’t put it that way –”

“Oh, you definitely can.” He cut in. “It’s all thanks to you.”

He hated when Petra didn’t take credit where it was deserved. Some things never changed. She was still so sweet – too sweet. Still modest in an industry full of self-obsessed braggarts. She didn’t belong in this world of cutthroat ambition and ruthless egos.

She’d never really belonged with him, either.

He’d always known that deep down. She’d always been too innocent for him.

“So how is it that you discovered them?” Eren asked, feigning interest as his eyes flickered to her ruined dress with a smug half-smirk.

Petra blushed, clearing her throat. “Oh – uh – well, Levi and I, we –”

“We fucked.” Levi cut her off, the words blunt, final. The fastest way to shut down this ridiculous topic.

While Eren’s mouth fell open, Levi kept a straight face as he let his words sink in. Calmly, he refilled his glass, took a long sip, and enjoyed the utter shock painted on Eren’s face.

“Hah… who would’ve thought.” Eren eventually muttered, gaze distant again.

“Ehm… yeah,” Petra murmured. “It’s been a long time ago.”

“Mhm.” Eren’s voice was low, deliberate. “Thankfully taste evolves, right, Levi?”

Petra froze and Levi choked on his drink.

“E-excuse me?” She stammered, her face draining in color.

Even Levi couldn’t believe what had just come out of Eren’s mouth. He knew Eren could be brazen, that he had a sharp tongue when he wanted to – when he had a bad day or didn’t get his way – but this? This was completely disproportionate to whatever tantrum was brewing inside him. And Petra didn’t deserve any of it.

What the fuck was his problem?

“The fuck, Eren?” He hissed, but Eren only shrugged, flashing Petra that saccharine smile. He flipped his hair back, eyes sparkling with something menacing and satisfied.

“Oh sorry, honey. I didn’t mean it like that.” He apologized, everything but sincere and Levi’s arm hairs stood straight.

Bullshit. Who was he kidding?

He meant every word.

Eren knew he was hotter than Petra – that was no secret. Not with the way he presented himself, not with the way he stood there, self-assured and smirking like he had the upper hand. But what made it worse – infinitely worse – was that he knew Levi found him hotter too.

“Oh… kay,” Petra said slowly, forcing a polite smile. “Would you – uh – excuse me while I freshen up?”

“Do you want me to show you the bathroom?” Levi offered, still a little out of it, much like Petra herself. The Eren-effect, he supposed.

“No. No, it’s fine – just…” She trailed off, unwilling to finish the sentence. Instead, she simply dipped her head in a brief, awkward nod before making a swift exit – away from the tension, away from the venom Eren was so clearly ready to spit at her.

It hit Levi instead.

“Huh… can’t believe you actually fucked her.”

His head snapped toward Eren, his entire body tensing as rage simmered just beneath the surface. His jaw clenched, muscles locking as he fought to keep his temper in check. But Eren – this smug little bastard – was doing everything in his power to light the fuse and watch him explode.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He snapped, dangerously close to baring his teeth as Eren leaned back against the sofa, feigning nonchalance as he picked absently at his nails.

“Oh.” He had the audacity to shrug, utterly unfazed. “I just thought you preferred the hot type.”

Levi narrowed his eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time this night. “Maybe. But you know what else I enjoy?” Eren merely arched a brow, unimpressed, and Levi had the sudden urge to slap him. “People who aren’t assholes to my guests.”

A quiet snicker escaped Eren’s lips before he yawned, stretching his arms lazily over his head.  “Boring, if you ask me.”

And that was it. Levi had reached his limit.

At this moment, he couldn’t even comprehend the fact that he was in love with this insufferable, maddening son of a bitch.

“Fuck this.” He growled before seizing Eren’s wrist in a grip so tight it would undoubtedly leave imprints. Without another word, he dragged him away – past the crowd, past the muffled conversations, straight up the staircase to the top floor, far away from prying eyes.

A quick glance at Floch told him all he needed to know – Reiner was completely out of it, slumped against the exposed brick wall near the fireplace while Armin fussed over his hair and Floch handed him yet another glass of some indistinguishable liquor. Levi still owed Floch a bottle of wine for last year’s birthday, and after tonight, he sure as hell owed him a second.

The second they stepped into his ensuite bathroom, Levi shoved Eren inside and slammed the door shut behind them.

“What’s your fucking problem?!” He bellowed, chest rising and falling with frustration. Because he didn’t get it. He really didn’t.

“My fucking problem?!” Eren shot back, just as enraged, eyes ablaze as he threw his hands up in exasperation. “What’s your fucking problem?!”

Levi blinked, thrown off by the unexpected turn. “… Ehm. What?”

“Just –” Eren huffed out a breath. “Ugh.” Then, without warning, he surged forward, crushing their lips together in a violent, bruising kiss.

For a moment, Levi was too stunned to react, stumbling backward as Eren clasped his face between his hands and pressed him against the cold glass. He gasped in shock, and Eren took the opportunity to shove his tongue into his mouth with a groan.

It was then that Levi caught up. His arms wrapped securely around Eren’s waist, hands sliding down the expanse of his backside to grip his ass, pulling him in closer as he kissed back with the same urgency. It had been months since it had felt like this between them. This raw, unfiltered anger with nowhere to go until now, here, in his bathroom, while the rest of his guests celebrated his birthday without him.

Each desperate slide of their tongues carried more than just frustration. Beneath the fire, beneath the tension, something deeper clawed its way to the surface – something that consumed Levi whole. Eren’s nails scratched at his cheeks and throat, leaving trails of heat in their wake, but nothing burned as much as his chest. It ached, pounded, bled while Levi melted into the brutal touch – because fuck, he loved this bastard, and it made what happened right now all the more confusing. That Eren kissed him so full of need, as if the mere thought of parting would kill him.

A moan escaped his lips as Eren rocked against him, the vicious friction making them both groan into each other’s mouth with the frantic demand for more in the movements of their hips. Levi’s fingers dug into the firm swell of Eren’s ass, kneading the plump flesh, pressing into it, and desperate to feel every inch of him. Then Eren’s lips left his, trailing down his jaw, his throat, until they latched onto his clavicle, sucking hard. Arching into the touch, Levi’s breath stuttered as the heat between them built, his cock swelling uncomfortably against his jeans and his eyes closing in bliss. 

Had he really thought talking to Petra was the best part of this night?

Scratch that.

This – this right here – was ten times better. It always would be.

And he reveled in the feeling of Eren’s mouth on his sensitive skin, how those deft fingers found their way to his lips, teasing at the seam before pushing inside – just slightly – just enough for him to suck and nip at them.

“Fuck.” Levi exhaled, his breath shuddering as Eren pressed his knee harder against his bulge, as Eren ground down on his thigh with shameless desperation. Every shift of his hips, every rock of his body against his, sent another pulse of need through him.

He had no idea how much time passed – only that they stayed like this, rutting against each other with their clothes still on, lost in the heat of it. Not until Eren suddenly pulled back barely enough to drop to his knees.

Senses coming back, Levi’s eyes snapped open as he felt Eren’s hands at his belt, fingers working to undo the buckle with practiced ease. And that’s when it hit him – just how fucking absurd this entire situation was he found himself in.

Minutes ago, he’d wanted to punch Eren for his absolutely intolerable behavior – for being such a giant asshole – and now, he was about to get his brains blown out by said idiot.

Not that he’d normally complain about such an opportunity. But his emotions were a tangled mess – knotted up in a way that didn’t sit right. And before he let Eren apologize – assuming he wanted to apologize in the first place – with a blowjob, he needed to at least try to make sense of it.

“Woah,” he panted, pushing at Eren’s hands, trying to still their eagerness where they fumbled with his fly. “Slow down there for a sec – what’s up with you?”

Eren didn’t answer, just kept working at his pants, unfazed, determined.

Levi frowned. When Eren still didn’t stop, he grabbed his wrists, capturing them against his stomach and ignored his increasing erection for the sake of it. “Eren,” he pressed.

Instead of answering immediately, Eren let out an indignant huff. “It’s…” He licked his lips, gaze flickering away as if searching for the right words, which never came. “Nothing.”

Levi wasn’t buying it. “Nothing?” He echoed, nudging his knee against Eren’s chin until he finally looked up and met his eyes.

For a split second, Levi swore he caught a glimpse of vulnerability in the color of the ocean. A hesitation that didn’t belong there. Not with him. But as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, buried beneath the usual defiant glare.

“Yeah,” Eren muttered, his voice just a little too tight.

“Uh-huh.”

Levi wasn’t convinced. His grip loosened, releasing one of Eren’s wrists so he could cup his cheek instead, thumb brushing over the flushed skin. He studied his face closely, searching for some answers in Eren’s gaze that wouldn’t stay locked with his own.

Eren rolled his eyes, letting out yet another irritated huff. “Whatever… doesn’t matter. Can I suck you off now, or what?”

With a heavy sigh, Levi conceded. He knew there was no point pushing further – Eren wouldn’t spill a damn thing unless he wanted to. And right now, he clearly didn’t.

“…Oh-kay?” It was still more a question than an actual permission, but Eren took it as a green light regardless. Without hesitation, he dove right back in.

And honestly? Who was Levi to deny himself a spontaneous birthday blowjob in his own bathroom from the love of his life – who just so happened to be a massive dickhead?

“Thanks,” Eren murmured, finally freeing Levi’s cock from the confines of his pants, letting it stand proudly against his abdomen. He stared at it, licking his lips, eyes dark and hungry.

Levi barely had time to react before Eren leaned in, nosing at the base, breathing him in. A small, needy whimper slipped from Eren’s lips, and when his gaze darted up – searching, waiting – Levi felt his restraint snap.

Fuck. He wanted this.

Wanted it as much as Eren did, kneeling in front of him, eyes hooded with lust and arousal.

Maybe even more.

Eren’s tongue flicked out, tentatively lapping at the underside of his shaft, and Levi groaned, fingers curling into the back of his hair.

Now it felt like them again.

Almost.

If only his heart wasn’t fluttering like hell. If only his ears weren’t ringing – not from the pleasure but from that persistent, gnawing thought that something was still off.

Something that probably would never be right again.  

Because no matter how much he wanted to get lost in this, he still couldn’t understand why Eren acted the way he did with Petra. Why he’d been so openly cruel, when he never was – at least not in public. Normally, Eren kept his rude comments to himself until they were alone.

Most people fell for him the moment they met him.

Petra, though, surely seemed to be an exception tonight – she was probably scared instead of charmed. And charm was one of Eren’s specialties, which made his lack of propriety all the more baffling.

“Fuck.” Levi groaned as Eren finally swallowed him down. His hands cradled Eren’s head, tangling in the soft strands of his hair and languidly guiding Eren’s movements in time with his bobbing motions.

As the tip of his cock hit the back of Eren’s throat – and Eren didn’t even choke, only sucking harder as he inhaled through his nose and whined around his cock – Levi was sure he’d lose it. He threw his head back against the door, a soft thud accompanying the slurping sounds, high whines escaping Eren and low groans from his own mouth, as he bucked his hips into the wet heat, chasing after the feeling that refused to subside.

“You’re so damn good at this, baby.” He praised, breath ragged, fringe falling into his eyes as he craned his neck forward to marvel at the man, so eager to please him, sucking him off with a newfound vigor.

Taking Levi down to his hilt again, Eren cupped his balls before he popped off, holding them captive. “Am I?” He asked, blinking up at him with big, hopeful eyes, though his grip warned Levi not to tamper with his answer.

As if there were any other response possible – not with Eren. Not since Levi had tasted the holy sin that was Eren’s mouth… his entire being.

“Yeah,” Levi affirmed, drawing in a sharp breath as Eren squeezed him a little too hard. “You’re the best at everything.”

In a silent warning, he tugged at Eren’s locks, causing Eren to wince before his gaze hardened as he stared up at him.

“No,” Came from Eren’s lips, his voice stern and almost taunting.

And Levi couldn’t fathom what he meant. Didn’t Eren want to be appreciated? Normally, Eren was a sucker for his praises. But nothing had been normal between them – not today, not in the past several days.

“Huh?” He asked, knitting his eyebrows together as he felt the fingers around him tighten, as if Eren were trying to squeeze something out of him.

The next question confirmed his suspicion.

“Am I your baby?”

The pressure was unyielding as Levi’s core tensed; he was grateful Eren held him from combusting. Those words – delivered in such a soft, innocent, almost vulnerable tone – were almost too much to bear. Eren’s eyes glimmered with unshed tears, not merely from choking on Levi’s cock.

Of course, Eren was his baby. What an odd thing to ask. Levi had never thought of the word being paired with anyone else; it seemed impossible. Every term of endearment was reserved solely for Eren.

Eren. Eren. Eren.

Yet he couldn’t say that. He couldn’t bring himself to openly admit how deeply Eren clutched his heart and held it captive. By now, he was convinced he would never escape Eren’s prison.

“You are.” Levi croaked pathetically, his voice breaking too much to be blamed on the tight grip around his balls.

Eren hummed, still not quite satisfied with his answer as he stroked him. “No one else?”

“No one else.” Levi replied, nodding as he dared to caress Eren’s scalp while Eren closed his eyes in brief, blissful pleasure.

Then, reopening them, Eren fixed him with a look of utter reproach. “Then why did Petra kiss you on the mouth?”

Levi froze mid-thrust, his hips halting in their upward motion as Eren’s fist continued its relentless work.

So that was what all this was about? It was only then that he noticed something else glinting in Eren’s gaze – ulterior motives shimmering back at him as Eren blinked, as if he weren’t the most calculating human on earth, and perhaps even in hell.

“Are you…” Levi panted, the hand working his cock not stopping. “Jealous?”

Peering down at Levi’s arousal and then back up at him, Eren shrugged casually. “What if?”

Oh.

Eren was.

It was fucking hot. And it was definitely something Levi should ponder with a clear head, but he’d rather receive some right now.

“You’re actually jealous.” He concluded in a haze, his cock throbbing in Eren’s grip and leaking heavily into his fist.

In that moment, Eren pressed his lips to the tip and gave it a delicate kitten lick, his tongue flicking out just enough to make Levi groan – loud, unable to hold back any longer – not after this revelation.

“Well…” Eren sucked at the head, his voice deceptively light before his eyes flicked up, meeting his, “should I be?”

If Levi weren’t so wrecked right now – so close to the edge – he would have laughed. Where the hell did Eren get the audacity?

He knew what that question meant. He knew, Eren wanted reassurance, wanted to know if something had happened between him and Petra recently – if there was still something lingering. Not that there had ever been real feelings on Levi’s side to begin with.

But it was fucking unfair.

For Eren to demand answers about his private life when he was the one with a boyfriend. The one living a whole different life outside this – outside their hide-and-seek, outside their fucking and making love.

So, instead of answering, Levi turned the question back on him.

“You tell me,” He murmured darkly, his fingers tightening in Eren’s hair. “Should I be jealous?”

Because the truth was, he was. More than jealous.

Eren didn’t respond right away. He hesitated, gaze flickering, teeth catching at his bottom lip as though he was weighing his options, deciding just how much to reveal.

And then – when he finally did answer – it was nothing like what Levi expected.

Eren swallowed thickly, his grip on Levi’s cock going completely still before a single sharp word left his mouth.

Firm. Possessive.

“Yes.”

Yes.

The word resonated in Levi’s skull, reverberating, an echo bouncing against the walls of his mind as he leaned heavier against the door, staring down at the man kneeling before him.

Biding. Maybe hoping. And – strangely enough – threatening.

Did Eren want him to be jealous? Did he want him to show possessiveness? Was this some new kink?

Because it wasn’t for Levi. Not to him.

This wasn’t a game he could just play along with. Not now that he had acknowledged – fully, completely – the depth of his feelings for Eren.

And yet… it was his birthday.

Here, in this bathroom, behind this locked door, he could indulge in the fantasy. Just for a moment.

He could pretend Eren was his.

Jaw tightening, eyes darkening, Levi fisted the mop of hair in his hands even harder, causing Eren to wince, his lashes fluttering as his eyes squeezed shut for a second before opening again.

His cock stood proudly in front of Eren’s face, tip swollen, glistening, red – while Eren’s lips remained parted, wet and waiting.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth now,” He stated, voice low, firm and final.

Eren keened at the threatening promise, eyes hooded, breathing hard.

With a deep growl, Levi yanked Eren’s head back by the hair at his nape, his grip rough. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth because you’re mine.” His fingers dug in, his body coiling tight with anticipation and want. “Are you, baby? Are you mine?”

“Yes, daddy.”

And it wasn’t just an answer. It wasn’t just something Eren said.

It sounded honest. Completely, utterly honest.

No act. No pretense. No hesitation.

Levi could have burst. He was this close to confessing everything. But then again, he’d heard Eren say ‘I love you’ in the same breath to Reiner. Heard him say ‘I miss you’ with the same tenderness. He’d seen it in the way Eren had kissed Reiner a week ago. And it confused the hell out of him.

There was nothing he could say now that wouldn’t turn this entire encounter into a mess. Or rather, an even bigger mess than it already was. So instead, he let action speak louder than words.

Gripping his cock, he tapped it twice against Eren’s lips, watching as they obediently parted, his tongue rolling out, waiting. And then Levi shoved himself inside the slick heat – no softness, no patience, just pure, raw need.

He fucked forward mercilessly, biting his lip, nostrils flaring, trying to stifle the filthy groans threatening to escape him because Eren didn’t deserve to hear them just yet. He didn’t care how Eren started to gag around his length, how his nails dug into his thighs, how drool spilled down the corners of his mouth and onto the tiles.

Levi could stare at the mess he’d created – the one he had turned Eren into – forever. The way his throat clenched with every thrust, the way his eyes fluttered shut before snapping open again, glassy and dazed, jaw slacking to try and take him even deeper.

At least now they felt even.

His emotions were all over the fucking place, and in contrast, so was Eren’s entire appearance – debauched and wrecked.

He looked nothing but used.

And more than that, Eren looked like he enjoyed every single second of it.

“Fuck, you love this, don’t you?” Levi’s voice was nothing more than a breathless rasp, his hand trailing to Eren’s cheek, where he could feel the head of his cock stretching him from the side. He pressed a finger against the bulge, shuddering at the pressure.

“Such a perfect little cock slut,” he grunted, voice laced with condescension. “Always so desperate for me, huh?”

Not able to actually reply, Eren let out a high, needy whimper, his tear-filled eyes pleading for more.

Of course he wanted more. He always did.

But it was never enough. One man was never enough.

Eren just wanted everything. And it filled Levi’s chest with bitter frustration because he wanted to give Eren the universe – at this point he really did. But even an entire galaxy probably wouldn’t satisfy Eren’s need for more.

With a sharp yank, he ripped Eren off his cock, earning a gasping choke, spit dripping from Eren’s swollen lips. Levi’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging his head back so their eyes met.

“Aren’t you scared your boyfriend will come looking for you?” He growled.

Although, realistically, Reiner wasn’t even making it up the stairs in his current condition.

For some inexplicable reason, Eren flinched at the word. Just for a second. But Levi saw it.

Blinking up at him, with watery eyes and pouty lips, chest heaving, Eren swallowed before speaking, his voice cracking slightly. “I know you took care of that.”

It was so soft. So certain.

Levi almost slipped – his balance faltering, fingers tightening in Eren’s messy hair as he leaned against the glass to steady himself.

“… That I did.”

And in return, Eren took care of him.

A sharp inhale tore from his throat as Eren wrapped his lips around him again, tongue swirling, sucking him down with the same relentless hunger as before. The sensation was still overwhelming – just like the first time. But now, Levi felt it with an aching intensity. Every time Eren looked up at him with those teary, pleading eyes, every time his throat clenched around him in a failed attempt to suppress his gag reflex as he clutched at his naked thighs in unapologetic desperation, Levi felt something dark and possessive coil inside him.

It would be so easy to just say it.

To let the words slip out between filthy praises and heavy breaths.

What difference would it make?

‘I love your mouth.’

‘I love you.’

Why was one word impossible to say?

Instead of confessing, Levi moaned – loud, uninhibited – as his hips snapped forward, chasing his impending release. It was hard to form a coherent thought when the slick glide and sucking made him lose all sanity with that pretty face from that extraordinary man.

The pressure built even more, winding tighter with every thrust. He was close – so close – and he knew it would only take three more drags in and out of that delicious mouth before he’d spill down Eren’s throat, forcing him to swallow every drop –

And then –

A fucking knock on the door.

Levi froze, cock buried deep in Eren’s mouth, holding him there, nose pressed against his pubic bone as he turned his head toward the dull glass, heart hammering.

A shadow stood on the other side. Someone cleared their throat.

He could feel Eren’s confusion mirroring his own, could see it in the wide-eyed way he gazed up at him with his lips still stretched around his girth. They were both still achingly turned on, both still desperate to continue but –

“Erm… guys?”

Jean.

Levi wanted to kill him.

“Sorry to interrupt but, uh…” Jean fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable, his voice hesitant, choosing his words carefully.

Exhaling sharply through his nose, Levi gripped Eren’s hair tighter, debating whether or not he could just ignore their friend.

“Uhm, yeah. Reiner just threw up all over your rug.”

Levi squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw before he released Eren from his hold.

Fucking. Great.

-January 22, 2021-

“Congratulations!”

The room erupted into cheers – applause, laughter and happy tears. There were hugs and kisses, people rushing toward the newly engaged couple as champagne glasses clinked.

At the same time, a sharp, shattering crash echoed through the room.

Levi’s glass of champagne slipped from his fingers, hitting the parquet floor with a sharp crack, splintering into a dozen tiny shards.

Just like his heart.

For a second, everything stopped.

The joyful buzz in the room dulled, heads turning, eyes locking onto him and the mess at his feet. The mess he had created.

The mess Eren had left behind of his heart after saying yes to Reiner’s proposal.

He didn’t have to confess his feelings anymore. He already had his answer.

Chapter Text

-January 22, 2021-

“Well, isn’t this the greatest news a big brother could get?”

Shoving himself past Levi with a force that yanked him from his despair – if only for the briefest of moments – Zeke stepped straight into the wet remnants of the shattered champagne glass that littered the dark wooden parquet. Without a second thought, he continued his path toward Eren and Reiner, pulling them both into an exuberant embrace. In the blink of an eye, the atmosphere shifted back from awkward silence to the celebratory hum of the evening, and Levi’s blunder was swept into oblivion.

As Zeke’s laughter boomed through the room, the other guests gathered for the occasion to fawn over the newly engaged couple, making Levi’s stomach churn with an urgent, almost sickening need to somehow distract them all – anything to shift the conversation away from the scene unfolding in front of him. It would be so easy to throw up like Reiner had done back at his party. His complexion was a sickly pale shade, even more so than usual, and he looked like a ghost caught in a world of horror he couldn’t escape. That was how it felt, at least. It was as if time itself had stalled for him while everything else moved forward. He felt almost invisible… to Eren, especially. He had felt that way for the entire evening. But perhaps the color draining from his face was almost to be expected, given the fact that he was witnessing the love of his life announce his engagement to another man.

Not only Levi felt expendable – like a mere distraction for Eren when Reiner inevitably grew dull and something or someone more exciting was needed – he felt humiliated.

It was hard to pinpoint the source of the discomfort gnawing at him, the unease settling into his bones. There was no spotlight on him, no attention fixed solely on his misery. Yet, Levi could feel it – he could sense three pairs of eyes on him, watching his every move. He didn’t have to look around to know exactly who was scrutinizing him rather than focusing on the freshly engaged couple.

Swallowing thickly against the bile threatening to rise in his throat, he forced his gaze to the shards of glass scattered at his feet. His shoes were wet, the dampness seeping through to his socks, and his eyes weren’t far behind. But there was no way in hell he would allow himself to shed a single tear over the shattered illusion of hope he had ten minutes ago – not when doing so would give Zeke and Reiner the biggest satisfaction imaginable. It didn’t matter that he was certain Reiner wouldn’t even understand why he looked so beaten and defeated.

It was, in fact, the least of his reasons for forcing back the wave of hurt swelling in his chest. The real reason, the one that burned the most, was the glimmer of pure delight in Eren’s eyes when their gazes finally met – after what felt like an eternity of being ignored.

In the shiny ocean lay the proof of what Levi dreaded the most. There it was, the devastating, undeniable truth: Eren was happy with his choice. And for now, it felt like Levi couldn’t take that away from him. Not yet, at least.

Heartache or not, the pure joy Eren emanated was something no one should take from him. Not when he looked so indescribably breathtaking in his moment of carefully planned attention. Because that was the case, wasn’t it? This entire celebration was Eren’s moment to shine and boast about his perfect life. With his perfectly bland fiancé, perfectly furnished million dollar home, with his impeccable group of friends, and his immaculate affair.

Still, the sheer intensity of Eren’s happiness cut through him, a sharp, jagged blade of contradiction since it was the antithesis of everything Levi was feeling in that moment. They stared at each other while Eren remained cradled in Zeke’s embrace, his hands clasped firmly at his brother’s back, as if holding onto the high spirits of the celebration. But for a fraction of a second, that radiant, all-encompassing smile faltered.

If Levi had blinked, he would have missed it – just the briefest of cracks in Eren’s perfect façade. However, just as quickly, it was gone, it was replaced by an even more dazzling smile, almost blinding in its intensity, close to mocking Levi with its brilliance.

And its return seemed to obliterate any lingering impulse Levi might have had to protect Eren’s happiness just seconds ago, crushing the last vestiges of any rational thought that suggested he should step aside and allow Eren his moment of joy.

That Eren really didn’t seem to care for the fact that Levi was standing there, likely feeling like the biggest fool – invited to the engagement party of his secret lover, while at least half of the room was familiar with their arrangement – set Levi’s mind spinning. And, in that moment, he caught himself thinking, selfishly – not for the first time, but with an intensity he hadn’t allowed himself before – that he wanted to destroy this thriving relationship in front of his eyes. He wanted to tear down what looked to him like both an absurd farce and something far too genuine to be endured.   

How simple would it be? One light tap on Reiner’s back was all it would take to watch his proud, newly engaged smile crumble into one of betrayal and hurt. With a quick flick of a thumb, Levi could scroll through his phone and present enough damning evidence of Eren’s infidelity to bring their world crashing down. He had more proof of Eren’s love for his cock than any attorney in a divorce case could wish for. The thought was so tempting, so overwhelmingly satisfying, that his hand slipped into his pocket almost by itself, fingers grazing the cool surface of his phone as his eyes remained locked on Eren. But now, Eren wasn’t looking at him anymore – he was laughing at something Zeke said, completely oblivious to the storm raging in Levi’s chest.

That laugh – it felt like a knife to the heart. A personal punishment.

Everything about this situation was so unfair.  

Why was he the one suffering at the hands of someone who clearly didn’t feel the same? Why did it feel like he was the one being discarded, left behind, while Eren moved forward so effortlessly? Why, in this very moment, did Levi feel so used?

It had always been a give and take. He thought he had understood the unspoken rules of their game, the one they played with their stolen moments. But now, standing here in the shadow of Eren’s happiness, he felt like a loser walking away from a competition he hadn’t even known he was competing in.

“Levi?”

He flinched, the sound of his name pulling him from the depths of his thoughts. His hand shot out of his pocket, as if he’d been caught in the act of committing a crime. And perhaps, in some way, that’s exactly what he was about to do. His phone burned against his leg, offering him the chance to deal a cruel blow – a joker for an unfair win. 

“You okay, shorty?” Hange’s voice was careful, probing, and their hand landed gently on his shoulder. The look in their eyes was almost sympathetic, as if they somehow knew exactly the kind of pain that was churning within him. Normally, that would be a red flag, ringing some heavy alarm bells – how well they seemed to understand his turmoil. But right now, Levi couldn’t focus on that. He didn’t have the energy to dissect how Hange could read him so easily. No, what he needed now was to escape this suffocating room, this unbearable situation, where every hearty laugh, every word from Eren felt like a cruel jab in his gut.

Drawing a trembling breath, he shrugged the hand off.

“Yeah… I –” He trailed off when he realized it wasn’t only Hange standing beside him. Mike and Erwin had joined them too, both studying him with expressions of quiet worry.

Wow. He really must do a bad job at concealing his emotions. How had he even been hired as a fucking actor?

Mike’s fullhearted concern was palpable as he bit his lip, eyebrows drawn together. Levi could almost hear him thinking, wondering if he should offer a tissue, just in case. Not that Levi needed one. He wasn’t even sure he was capable of crying at this point. Even if he wanted to. Which, of course, he didn’t.

The lack of emotional outburst didn’t stop his friends from perceiving him as a broken man, though. A personal charity case, if you had to name it. His misery seemed to radiate from him, only making this moment worse. Could they at least pretend he was fine? Just for a second?

He wanted to be fine so badly. He didn’t want to feel like this – didn’t want to be affected by the turn of events. He didn’t want to let Eren’s engagement rip him apart. And yet… here he was, struggling to keep it together.

But even if Hange and the others could read him like an open book, Levi wasn’t about to openly admit the emotional wreckage he was drowning in. Not here, not in front of everyone. To prevent them from doing something stupid or embarrassing like pulling him into an unwanted hug, he forced his face into a mask of indifference. Unbothered – that was the look he aimed for. He couldn’t let his voice betray him, but it did. His words came out tight, almost strangled.

“Can you get someone to clean up this mess?” He kicked at what was left of the champagne flute, the sharp scrape of broken glass against the floor sending a shiver down his spine. The sound was almost as uncomfortable as the weight of the moment. Before anyone could respond or pry further into his absolutely shattered feelings, Levi made a break for the door.

He didn’t look back and didn’t even pause when someone grabbed his arm.

“I’m coming with you.” Hange said, their voice firm.

Linking arms with him, their weight sagged against him as if they were exhausted, almost making them both stumble. Barely catching himself, Levi frowned, trying to shrug them off, but all Hange did was tighten their grip.  

“What –”

“Trust me on this,” They cut him off. And that’s when he realized how his hasty exit must have looked to the other guests. A small, almost imperceptible sigh of relief slipped from his lips. He’d never admit it, but without Hange, he would have had to face the fallout of his impulsive decision alone. Even though they could be a pain in the ass – more than once, they had proven that – right now, Levi was grateful for their presence. It wasn’t the comfort he wanted, but it was admittedly, the comfort he needed.

“This is so embarrassing…” He muttered under his breath as they made their way to Hange’s parked Range Rover. It really was. His own words felt hollow, almost like a self-inflicted wound. He never imagined he’d find himself in a situation like this, and certainly not with Hange as his reluctant source of support. But what could they possibly do to ease the ache gnawing at his chest? Not that he wanted them to.

No. Actually, Levi was more than fine to drown in his own self-pity. He deserved it. If not for Eren’s cruel surprise, then for his own damnable stupidity – believing, for even a moment, that confessing his feelings was a good idea.

How. Fucking. Stupid.

Thankfully, Hange kept their mouth shut. The only acknowledgement of his turmoil was a brief, understanding squeeze of his arm before they let go to walk to the driver’s side of the car and slid in. Without a word, Levi followed suit, walking to the other side and climbing into the SUV. He slammed the door shut with a force that echoed in the silence. As he sank into the leather seat, a defeated breath escaped him, his body slumping with emotional exhaustion. His thumb and fingers pressed against his eyes, trying futilely to wipe away the searing pain. He let his head fall into his palms, supported on his knees. Involuntarily, the frustration bubbled from deep inside him, and a low groan slipped from his throat as he waited for Hange to start the engine.

Eventually, they did, and the rumble of the engine filled the tense silence that had settled like a heavy fog of Levi’s unwanted despair between them. He wasn’t crying, not yet. He still felt physically incapable of breaking down, of shedding tears. But his eyes burned, raw with the pressure of everything he was holding back – his anger at himself, the deep ache of betrayal, and the sudden sense of loss. Perhaps that combination was stopping him from collapsing into the sobs he knew were threatening to break free. And even if he did cry, it would be the first time in years.

As Hange steered the Range Rover onto the freeway, away from the disaster that was the happiest day of Eren’s life, Levi felt a small, fleeting weight lift off his chest. It wasn’t much, but the distance between himself and the scene of devastation was growing, even if the pain still clung to him like a shadow.

Neither Hange nor he spoke for a long while. There was no need to. The quiet between them was thick with an unspoken understanding, one that didn’t need to be verbalized.

It was only after several minutes of complete silence that Hange dared to clear their throat, their voice soft and careful as they glanced over at him.  

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Levi didn’t answer right away. His gaze stayed fixed ahead, his hand dragging across his face as if he could scrub off the miserable expression he was wearing. But it didn’t work. His pained grimace remained, stubbornly present as he swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure.

“No.” He whispered, the words heavy with a weight he could barely carry.

I want to scream.

There was no reproach in Hange’s voice, no push to pry further. Only silent agreement.

“Okay.”

And maybe that was the worst part – the fact that Hange, who could usually be so relentlessly annoying, had chosen to be silent, to leave him to wallow in his misery. They didn’t try to coax him into talking, didn’t press him to expose his vulnerability. Just the thought of having to vocalize his feelings was enough to make Levi’s chest tighten, his breath shaky as he tried to hold himself together.

“Thanks.”

He braced himself for a well-meaning but infuriating ‘I told you so’ or some other kind of painful comment as he stared out the window. But none came. Instead, a tentative hand brushed against his thigh before it squeezed it gently.

“I’m sorry, though.” Hange’s voice was quieter now, deflated. Their tone was more subdued than usual, unexpectedly sad.

That’s when it hit Levi – another realization that, while not as devastating as the truth of Eren’s unreciprocated feelings, was just as shocking in its own way – Hange had hoped too. Maybe even Erwin and Mike. They’d all rooted for him – for them. For him to grow the courage to confess and for them to get their shit together. To make something real out of their situation. They had hoped that Eren had fallen for him too.

And worse yet, they had known. They had known about his growing feelings long before tonight, long before Levi even admitted them to himself. That’s why Hange was almost as crestfallen as he was right now.

Yeah, Hange had seen all the signs of his love for Eren – crystal clear in the way their hand traced soothing circles into his leg.

This time his voice failed him for good, cracking pathetically just like his heart did a little bit more. “Thanks.” Levi managed, though the word was little more than a whisper as he barely held himself together, exposed in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to be in years.

Just as he blinked against the wetness that was now gathering at the corners of his eyes, his phone pinged with a new notification. The sound was unmistakable because it was solely reserved for messages from Eren. He’d set it months ago, back when he hadn’t even realized his heart would skip a beat every time he heard it. Back when he still thought that sound meant something good. Now, it had the opposite effect. It felt close to a dagger ramming itself into his chest and twisting the blade for good measure.  

“You should check it,” Hange said, keeping their eyes focused on the calm, late-night traffic. Apparently, they were familiar with the sound as well, Levi realized. “Just to make sure he doesn’t suspect anything…”

Doesn’t suspect anything… 

What? That he had torn Levi’s heart to shreds tonight, maybe even intentionally so, by inviting him to his engagement celebration with a cruel disregard for the damage it would do? Or was Eren truly that oblivious, that self-centered?

Nevertheless, Hange had a point in their proposition. Reluctantly, he fished his phone from his pocket, his fingers feeling close to numb as he opened the chat with a shaky breath.

Eren [9:47 PM]
is hange better?
Before he had time to reply, another message came through.

Eren [9:49 PM]
2 bad you had 2 leave 🥲
send them a speedy recovery from me🫶

Little did Eren know that his text sent Levi into even deeper frustration and heartache. His fingers trembled as he typed a response. Every single letter feeling deceitful.

Levi [9:50 PM]
They said something about the mini burgers not sitting right with their stomach.

Eren [9:50 PM]
ohhh 🥺
sorry for that!!
I’ll get reiner to look into the caterer!!!!

Eren [9:51 PM]
but r you comin back????

Why should I? Levi thought bitterly.

Instead of replying, he locked his phone while trying to lock away the emotions that were cutting off his air supply. But he failed.

And as a single tear finally escaped the corner of his eye, Hange, mercifully, said nothing. They didn’t comment on his silent breakdown as they drove him home, letting him drown in the misery he had brought upon himself. Deep down, Levi knew he had no one to blame but himself. It was his own fault for letting himself fall for Eren the way he did.

Involuntarily or not.

Levi & me 👉👌🫦(@fuckerman)
Uhmm…. What?
https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/track/7FojZdbGhhmg9x01VLwrJt?si=ec06c21182b34e39
3:04 AM – January 27, 2021 – 4,555 Views
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KISS ASS LICK A$$ (@Mollyaddict_)
@fuckerman WHAT IS THAT????
3:22 AM – January 27, 2021 – 3,201 Views
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Make Marley Number 1!!! (@NaurrName)
@fuckerman THAT SHIT FILTHY AF ONSOBGAB
3:27 AM – January 27, 2021 – 1,892 Views
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Eren’s real husband (@ErenxLeviFan)
@fuckerman omg and I mean OH MY GOD
3:45 AM – January 27, 2021 – 5,479 Views

tiny titan (@sususie6)
WHERE THE HELL IS THIS COMING FROM AND WHY??!?!?!!!! #Marley #NoName
3:59 AM – January 27, 2021 – 67,773 Views

LE 4 LIFE (@giups12)
here’s my live reaction listening to @NoName‘s new song:
🥰
☺️
😃
🙂
😳
😟
🤯
😵‍💫
💀
4:13 AM – January 27, 2021 – 102,101 Views

😱 (@attackonpuzzy)
WHOSE MOANS ARE THAT????!!! WTF #Marley #WTF
4:20 AM – January 27, 2021 – 96,203 Views
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2 fingers 🥵 (@IRLAAoo)
@attackonpuzzy that’s Eren
4:22 AM – January 27, 2021 – 48,551 Views
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🗝️Scout of the Survey Corps🪽 (@KrugerAaronnn)
@attackonpuzzy @IRLAAoo definitely Eren. 😬
4:36 AM – January 27, 2021 – 35,282 Views

kaya 💖 (@Kaykayyy)
omg you probably won’t believe me but I swear this sounds like Eren #Marley #NoNameTour2021
4:38 AM – January 27, 2021 – 66,666 Views
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Armins used panties (@sniffles_glueee)
@Kaykayyy ARE THOSE REAL??????
4:41 AM – January 27, 2021 – 17,456 Views

erenjean supremacy (@yeagerstein)
is this a song or a sex recording? @NoName
4:44 AM – January 27, 2021 – 29,352 Views

spaghetti enthustiast🍝 (@saltypasta)
Omg that’s Levi’s confession!! Leveren is real 😍 #Leveren #LeviAndEren #Marley
4:56 AM – January 27, 2021 – 82,003 Views
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crippling anxiety but thriving 🌞 (@godsawhorE)
@saltypasta that’s not a love confession that sounds like revenge
5:10 AM – January 27, 2021 – 50,339 Views
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Realist LMAO (@burneracc1101)
@godsawhorE for what? lol
5:15 AM – January 27, 2021 – 32,213 Views

E L E R E N (@horkneebean)
hold on guys… do you think levi released that because of erens engagement? 😨 #Leveren #Marley #Reiren
5:21 AM – January 27, 2021 – 96,027 Views
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communist unicorn 🦄 (@krlmrx69)
@horkneebean 100%
5:23 AM – January 27, 2021 – 74,641 Views
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reiniii 🖤 (@braunsimp1)
@horkneebean @krlmrx69 NO!!!
5:28 AM – January 27, 2021 – 71,778 Views
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Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
@horkneebean @krlmrx69 That’s ridiculous.
5:33 AM – January 27, 2021 – 63,205 Views

⛓️️fantasm hoe⛓️(@tekkn0girlie)
I’m gonna die. 😩😭 #Marley
5:36 AM – January 27, 2021 – 55,822 Views

NO NAME IS MY LIFE (@nono333)
THIS IS SO HOT I CANT #Marley #NoName #Blessed #LeviILoveYou
5:41 AM – January 27, 2021 – 94,931 Views

ungodly but blessed ✨ (@femaleRAGEcage)
I’M IN TEARS #Marley
5:42 AM – January 27, 2021 – 60,679 Views
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send L’s nudes plz (@LeviTating)
@femaleRAGEcage for real. I just climaxed listening to this on repeat
5:44 AM – January 27, 2021 – 57,894 Views

share-the-damn-bed (@brosrhos)
but why that name???? #NoName #Marley
5:48 AM – January 27, 2021 – 112,287 Views
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Confused Pigeon (@Confusedpigeon)
@brosrhos I don’t get it either.
5:50 AM – January 27, 2021 – 83,766 Views
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🙊luxaii (@lvvxxiii)
@brosrhos What does Marley have to do with sex??
5:53 AM – January 27, 2021 – 59,320 Views

Eren is my babiest babyyyy girl 💖 (@bbyere_n)
I’d never thought I would associate Marley with Eren’s moans but I guess there’s a first for everything lmao #Marley #Leveren #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager
5:56 AM – January 27, 2021 – 92,779 Views
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FUCK LEVEREN (@FckLvrn)
@bbyere_n NOT EREN’S MOANS 😤😡
5:59 AM – January 27, 2021 – 83,107 Views
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yes, fuck leveren 🤤 (@44Samy44)
@FckLvrn Bitch. Are you deaf?
6:07 AM – January 27, 2021 – 82,415 Views
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Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
@bbyere_n @44Samy44 Why would Levi use Eren’s voice? 🤦‍♂️
6:11 AM – January 27, 2021 – 76,231 Views
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jeanboy fanclub (@JeantheHorse)
@psssstmrtn Why not? 🤨
6:18 AM – January 27, 2021 – 72,075 Views
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Reiren til I die 😭🙏 (@Reireirei)
@JeantheHorse BECAUSE THEY AREN’T A THING!!!!
6:24 AM – January 27, 2021 – 68,494 Views
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eren has daddy issues (@erehhh)
@Reireirei the “daddy, please” tells a different story, bro. #LeverenIsReal

#ReirenSucks #DaddyL #TwoFingers
6:26 AM – January 27, 2021 – 89,998 Views

here to take L’s medicine (@ughhhLevi)
you dont know how much I need the lore behind the song 😫 #Marley #AHHHHH #NoName #LeverenIsMyRomanEmpire
6:37 AM – January 27, 2021 – 74,126 Views
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short 👑 Levi (@foodjab)
@ughhhLevi oh I can summarize it for you: Levi fucked Eren into a desperate puddle.
6:51 AM – January 27, 2021 – 49,363 Views
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bottom!leren 🫦 (@topL_1)
@foodjab LOL!!!
6:53 AM – January 27, 2021 – 26,575 Views

-January 27, 2021-

“Eren?” Hange mumbled groggily into their phone, squinting at the caller ID. It was just after eight on a random Thursday morning, and there was no reason in the world for Eren to be calling at this ungodly hour. They couldn’t stop themselves from letting out a long yawn, snuggling deeper into the mattress and closer to Moblit, whose face was mashed against their back.

“What the fuck, Hange?!” Eren’s voice erupted through the speaker with an intensity that sliced through the air like a siren, his fury apparent even through the phone. The sheer volume of his anger made Hange jump, flinching so hard they accidentally knocked their shoulder into Moblit’s chin.

Moblit groaned in pain and turned away, his face scrunching up in discomfort as Hange scrambled to sit up, now wide awake and their pulse racing in alarm.

“Excuse me?” They spluttered, their fingers fumbling for their glasses on the bedside table. They didn’t really need them for the call, but putting them on gave them at least the illusion of control in the face of such an unexpected outburst.

“Why the hell would you release such a shit ass song?!” Eren continued his screaming-fit, his voice practically firing his irritation through the phone like a bullet. The words hit Hange in a form of even greater confusion than before.

Turning to Moblit, who was rubbing his injured chin with a pout, they shot him a quick apologetic smile before patting him on the head. Meanwhile, Eren raged on, completely absorbed in his tirade about God knows what. The words flew so fast that Hange lost track of what he was even mad about – insults, accusations, and reproaches flew by in a blur. But then, Erens said something that stopped them in their track because –

“That is so humiliating! I thought we were friends!”

And what? What was humiliating? And why wouldn’t they be friends? Hange had thought they were, at least. They considered Eren a close friend – hell, they were practically besties by now.

“Wait! What are you talking about?” They interrupted, trying to make sense of the onslaught and stopping Eren in the middle of cursing them for being a ‘fucking back stabber’.

Eren gasped indignantly, as if Hange had personally insulted him by asking.

“Oh, don’t play stupid now!” He scoffed, the irritation palpable in his voice. “I know you’re the brain of the band, which brings me back to my question – why the fuck would you release such outrageous bullshit?!”

Blinking, Hange adjusted their glasses, and pulled the phone away from their ear, staring at it as if it were some foreign object.

Was Eren drunk? Was he tripping on something? Maybe a new party drug that let him hallucinate these bizarre scenarios? Because the words coming out of his mouth made no sense. The last time Hange checked, Eren had loved their music – hell, he had been obsessed with it.

“We haven’t released anything in months, Eren.” Hange said calmly, trying to defuse the tension. But instead of calming him down, it only seemed to make Eren even more irritated for he groaned in exasperation.

“Stop acting so fucking clueless!” He yelled, his voice rising to an almost destructive pitch. The shriek made Hange grimace and hold the phone even further away from their ear. Jesus, that man had an organ for sure. If he kept this up, only dogs would be able to hear him.

Taking a deep breath, Hange braced themselves, as lost as ever. They prepared for another round of angry shouting. “Clueless about what?”

“HANGE! ARE YOU FOR REAL RIGHT NOW?!” Eren bellowed.

There it was.

But what could they do? They had no fucking idea what Eren was on about.

So, in a moment of defiance “EREN!” they screamed back, matching his childish tone. After all, if Eren was going to act like a fucking toddler missing his daily nap, then two could play that game.

Moblit next to them shook his head in horror, but Hange merely shrugged their shoulders and mouthed a silent ‘he’s crazy’ to which Moblit nodded in agreement.

“I seriously don’t know what you’re on about…” They added, their voice now tinged with frustration.

“That you released a fucking song using my safe –” Eren faltered for a second before he shouted the last part, “MY MOANS!”

Hange’s eyes widened in shock. “BUT WE DIDN’T!” They screamed back, close to fuming themselves now.

For a moment, there was silence on both ends of the phone. Hange’s breathing was as ragged as Eren’s, and they both seemed to take a moment to calm themselves down. Well, Hange was trying to, at least. Eren was really testing their patience right now, and it took a lot to push them this far.

Using his moans without his consent? What the hell was Eren thinking? Where the hell would they have even gotten those sounds in the – Oh.

Oh,… well.

The realization hit them like a ton of bricks. Eren’s moans? Hange hadn’t done anything like that, but… there was a chance. A chance Levi had done something – something with those sounds. But neither Hange, Mike, nor Erwin had discussed mixing any of that into a song, and Levi had never mentioned such an intention.

All the color drained from Hange’s face as the bad apprehension settled in, their throat going dry and closing up.

Oh God. What had Levi done?

As if on cue, Eren’s voice sliced through the silence, sharp and accusing, “Well… you did. In the middle of the night. I woke up to my moans all over social media!”

Shit.

Hange’s eyes darted to Moblit, silently pleading for some kind of support, but all they received was a confused frown as Moblit gently took their hand to calm them down. Swallowing hard, Hange didn’t know how to even start to untangle the mess. “Uhm – Eren…”

“What?” Came the icy hiss from the other end of line.

There was no easy way to explain this. In fact, Hange wasn’t sure if there was any way at all, given that they had been kept in the dark just like the rest of the band.

“Let me hold your hypothetical hand while I say this…” They began, struggling to find the right words. “But I certainly had nothing to do with that.” And they quickly added, “And neither did Mike or Erwin, I believe.”

The line fell into a heavy silence. For a long moment, it was so quiet that Hange wondered if Eren had dropped dead from shock. Would Levi be facing charges of manslaughter for humiliating Eren to a point of heart failure? They mentally prayed for Eren to survive this unpleasant news.

Regardless of what happened next, Hange knew one thing for sure – they had to call an emergency meeting with the rest of the band. Levi had some serious explaining to do, and Hange wasn’t sure there was any valid excuse for what he had pulled. The fact that he hadn’t answered any of their calls or texts for the last several days only made the situation worse. It was a disaster they had stumbled into wholly unprepared, and honestly, nothing could have prepared them for whatever mess Levi had created.

Heartbreak or not, Levi had crossed a line no one would have thought he would. Not even warning them about his idea – that wasn’t like him. Or maybe it was, Hange mused. Maybe this was how far Levi would go when he was hurt. They were actually shocked how vile he could be when consumed by his emotions – how selfish.

“Eren?” Hange tried carefully and the only response was a low curse under Eren’s breath.

“Fucking fix this.” Was all he hissed threateningly before the line went dead.

Staring at the now black screen of their phone, Hange was left in stunned silence. But not for long. The screen lit up again, this time with a notification from Eren’s chat. They opened the message, and a cold shiver ran down their spine. It was a Spotify link. Nothing else. Just that – blank, exposing the mess Levi had created, all without their consent.

“Honey, what’s the matter?” Moblit asked, his voice gentle as he scooted closer and wrapped an arm around their shoulders.

But Hange had lost the ability to speak, their eyes locked on the link as a mix of dread and disbelief churned in their stomach. In all honesty, they didn’t want to open it. In fact, they’d rather ignore whatever it was, pretend it wasn’t happening. This wasn’t their battle, after all. And yet they had been dragged into it, helplessly caught in the fallout because it was their band, their reputation Levi was so casually throwing to the wolves just to get some kind of twisted payback.

“Levi did something really, really irresponsible.” Hange muttered after a long pause, grimacing at the looming damage control they were about to have to deal with.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Moblit asked, audibly confused.

“He,” Hange massaged their temple, struggling to gather the words. This was such a trainwreck, one they hadn’t seen coming in the least, and it really crashed their wonderful, peaceful morning. “Released a song about Eren, I fear. Not the good kind, though.”

Not like the ten other songs he’d written about Eren – the ones that made him look like a lovesick, desperate, and horny idiot. No… this was different.

“Oh.” Moblit’s voice was barely a whisper, the realization starting to dawn on him.

“Yeah.” Hange agreed quietly, still staring at the link as though it might disappear if they just judged it hard enough. A thick silence descended in the cozy bed that was now filled with tension.

Moblit nudged their chin with his nose and poked them gently in the belly with a finger. “Open it.” His demand was soft, but firm.

Grimacing, Hange shook their head and buried their face against his neck. “I’m scared.”

A deep, understanding sigh left Moblit’s lips. “Honey… you need to check for yourself what Levi did.” He said, rubbing a soothing hand over their arm and tugging them closer. “You can’t avoid it forever.”

“I know,” Hange whined, “But I want to.”

Because they really didn’t want to click on that link. Not when every fiber of their being screamed that whatever awaited them behind that link was only going to make everything worse. The thought alone was enough to make them want to disappear under the covers for the rest of the day.

“Gimme that.” Moblit said and took the phone out of Hange’s hand with swift, practiced ease.

Immediately, Hange’s head snapped up from their safe haven against his throat. Panic flooded their face as they watched Moblit tap the link that was beaming at them with its dooming disclosure, their heartbeat pounding in their chest.

The Spotify App opened with a direct link to the content Hange had been dreading and revealed a cover art that hit them like a slap to the face. It was indeed a new release by No Name, freshly uploaded to the world’s number one music streaming platform. There was no mistaking it. For everyone to hear, and for Eren to despise.

Hange wasn’t sure what kind of emotion they should’ve felt related to the single. The cover alone was so absolutely vulgar, it almost made their stomach turn in secondhand embarrassment. The pink background, the bold fond displaying the word ‘Marley’ (whatever meaning that might have) the black and white image – it was undoubtedly straight from Levi’s personal camera roll, and the instant recognition of it made Hange feel like they were staring at a lawsuit waiting to land on their doorstep.

“Oh Lord,” They muttered, swallowing hard as they marveled the image with wide, terrified eyes.

“Jesus.” Moblit breathed, just as flabbergasted. His grip around them tightened, as if trying to keep them grounded. “Is that…”

Hange nodded slowly, barely able to comprehend what they were seeing. “Eren’s head.”

“And is that…” Moblit’s voice trailed off as he glanced at the picture again, his face pale.

“Levi’s hand.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.” Hange’s voice was hollow, numb from shock. “Shit, indeed, my love.”

“Well…” Moblit cleared his throat, trying to offer a flicker of reassurance, “This can’t get any worse, can it?”

And Hange desperately hoped Moblit was right, for all their sakes. For Erwin’s and Mike’s too.

“Only one way to find out.” They replied. Taking a deep, though shaky, breath, they finally pressed the play button.

They both flinched as the song began – not with the usual chords of a guitar, or the soft intro of a piano, or even a voice singing the first line of a verse – but with a guttural, obscene moan.

Even though it was slightly autotuned and pitched, there was no way around the fact that the noise belonged to Eren. Hange had heard it all too many times during their tour when Eren and Levi thought no one was listening or just plainly didn’t care. This one, though, sounded almost like a sob. An actual sob.

Even the very first opening second of the track felt like humiliation in its final form. But it only escalated from there. As the melody they had spent months ago arguing over in Levi’s home studio filled the room, a sick realization settled into Hange’s stomach.

That bastard.

That’s how he chose to use their creation?

For fucking revenge?

Hange couldn’t believe their ears. So much to ‘sensual indulgence’, they thought with an affronted snort. This wasn’t some muse-driven creation anymore. This was an avenging angel, coming after Eren’s relationship and sanity. They could almost hear Levi’s twisted satisfaction as he used their music to tear Eren down.

And just when they thought it couldn’t get any worse, the actual lyrics started, turning Eren’s obscene desperation into a peaceful prelude by comparison.

L is for a longing, these piercing thorns

“Oh…” came another pathetic whine from Eren before verse continued, because

S is for the seduction in your moans, while
E is for the beauty that gets me undone, and
R is for the revenge I crave, and then some fun

“What the fuck, Levi…” Hange blurted to no one in particular. Moblit next to them had completely lost the ability to speak at all.

“Daddy, it’s –” Eren’s voice was cut off by Erwin’s guitar riff and Hange thought they might actually die from the sheer shock.  

I fucked you raw
Irked you just right

“Ah!”

You wanted to fall
And screamed all night

Now Eren’s sobs filled the track, desperate, needy whimpers that blended with the heavy, liberating pulse of Mike’s bass. The result was something grotesque and captivating at once. And it left no doubt that it would top the charts within hours, becoming a worldwide sensation. It was clear – it would make waves, even if it was dripping with cruel intent.

Levi had crafted this alone.

Honestly, Hange felt like they hadn’t even contributed the drums to the track. This was his masterpiece – venom and lust combined in a single song, every note and word designed to cut deep, to wound.

Yeah, Levi Ackerman was a genius when it came to making music and certainly deserved every single award for the fruits of his labor. For the art falling from his lips. Hange could almost admire the brilliance behind the sheer malice of it, the artistry of the revenge, if it weren’t so fucking messed up. 

L is for the name you breathe out so sweet
O is the shape of your lips, a secret we keep
V is for the venom, a desire unchained
E is for the game where – 

Eren’s moan interrupted the verse, louder this time, as if he’d just climaxed. Hange cringed, because thinking about it, he probably did.

…and pain remain 

If Hange weren’t so overwhelmed with the trauma of what they were hearing, they might’ve found some twisted humor in the way Levi had used Eren’s orgasm so cunningly.

“It’s too much!”  Eren half gasped, half cried.

I fucked you good
Railed you just right

“Ugh!”

Because I understood
Two can pick a fight

And just think about it again
Do you hear yourself weep?  

A gut-wrenching scream followed, as if Eren’s spirit were tearing apart from the inside.

How pathetic it is when you beg
“Daddy – please!”

The song stopped abruptly, and Hange’s brain did as well. It was like a fuse had blown inside their head, short-circuiting their thoughts. How could this exist? How could Levi have created such a mess – and worse, released it under their band name? How could something this humiliating be made public? Another fact that was hard to swallow was the knowledge of how pathetic and broken Eren could sound because of Levi. That Levi had such power over him, such control, it was almost too chilling to comprehend. Hange had heard them in their trysts more than once, but Eren had never sounded like this. It was almost as amazing as it was traumatizing.

Hange never considered themselves a prude. No, they never had a problem with the reckless, impulsive shenanigans between Levi and Eren. In fact, they had found much of it amusing. But this? This crossed a line. The intimacy of it was suffocating, and for the first time, Hange felt sorry for Eren, in a way they couldn’t explain. He didn’t deserve this level of humiliation. No one did. Not even the person who had broken Levi’s heart.

Moreover, he didn’t deserve the consequences that surely would ensue once Reiner listened to Marley. Maybe this would be the shortest engagement in history. And maybe it would bring an end to the game Eren had been playing. But, no matter what, Hange couldn’t shake the growing fear that there was no happy ending to be found here once it all came crashing down – not for Reiner, Eren or Levi. Not for anyone.

National Inquirer: January 27, 2021

L Is for Lust and Levi’s Revenge… 

While the rest of America slept, one band didn’t. And boy, did they wake us up with a bang – or should we say a moan?

That’s right, folks, No Name has just released the most jaw-dropping, toe-curling, and yes, utterly obscene single of the year! And let’s just say, no one could have prepared for this kind of sex anthem – if you can even call it that. It’s more like a filthy, chaotic masterpiece that will leave you either horny, embarrassed – or both – and will have you questioning everything you know about music and morality.

Barely hours after its surprise release, Marley is already sitting pretty at number three on the global charts. And let’s be clear: this is not a track for the faint of heart. The hauntingly familiar sounds – not of guitars, but something else entirely – are impossible to ignore. And yes, while it’s gross, seductive, and downright scandalous, it’s also totally addictive. We can’t stop listening, even if we probably should. There is no way around this banger, it gets stuck in the ear like an infection, and if we’re being completely honest there, we’re more than happy that No Name feeds us new music after the announced break.

So, what’s all the fuss about? What does Marley have to do with… well, anything? Surely the name is ringing some bells. Was Levi Ackerman inspired by Attack on Titan? Is this his personal love letter to the movie – and a twisted ode to his acting debut? Can Marley be interpreted as something close to hate, considering its significance in the world of Attack on Titan? Or is it an underhanded jab at a certain someone?

And this is where we come to the real kicker: WHY did No Name drop this filthy track in the middle of the night with zero promotion? No announcement. No hype. Just a three O’clock release that felt more like a reckoning than a comeback. And the best part? It sounds intensely personal. But who is it aimed for? Who is L really targeting with this savage piece of musical chaos?

Well, we think we already know the answer, don’t we?

Since E is for the game where (you know what’s coming here) and pain remain.

So, let’s talk about Eren Yeager. Freshly engaged to Reiner Braun (or are we supposed to say was? More on that in a second), this new single sounds like a personal attack specifically crafted for no one less but our favorite titan inheritor. And when we say ‘sound’, we mean it sounds suspiciously familiar. Too familiar, some would say. Could it be? Are those noises… Eren’s moans?

Gossip has been swirling for ages, but Marley is practically screaming the truth we’ve all suspected. Is this the final nail in the coffin for the rumors about Eren’s not-so-secret relationship with none other than Levi Ackerman, our favorite rockstar and humanity’s strongest soldier? And if so, what does that mean for his engagement to Reiner Braun? Could this song be the ultimate confirmation of what we’ve all been whispering about behind closed doors?

The burning question remains: What’s going on with Eren and Levi? And is this single a revenge song – or something even worse? We’ll be keeping our eyes on this one, because it’s clear there’s a lot more to the story than just some late-night music drops.

Stay tuned, folks. We’re just getting started.

-January 13, 2021-

“Can you hand me the wine, please?” Levi asked, his voice a little strained as he stirred the minced vegetables in the pot on the stove while Eren sat casually beside him on the countertop, his feet swinging lightly in the air as he munched on carrot sticks.  

“Sure!” Eren replied, his chewing obnoxiously loud, and with a careless flick of his wrist a chunk of carrot flew from his mouth and landed on the induction hob.

Levi grimaced slightly, but his expression softened when Eren passed him the half-empty bottle of Bordeaux, with a grin plastered across his face. A cheeky wink followed, his usual cocky charm on full display.

Levi shot him a disapproving look. “You’re kinda disgusting, you know that, right?”

“Just disgusting?” Eren laughed, his grin widening and his legs spreading in a clear invitation for Levi to step between them. But he had other things to do than make out with Eren – even if that was the thing he wanted to do the most – always on his mind. Especially when Eren’s lips were stained with wine and his cheeks flushed with the warmth of their evening together.

In contrast to Eren, who just pretended he was any help and despite his constant teasing, Levi was focused on making a nice dinner. He tried to, at least. It was rare for him to cook, but tonight, it felt important. He had an agenda – one that involved talking about the unspoken terms of their relationship. Or, well, not a relationship, but you get the idea.

“Yeah.” He muttered, distracted as his eyes briefly darted to Eren’s crotch before he snapped himself out of it. His thoughts had a tendency to run wild when it came to Eren. But what was new? He forced himself to concentrate on the ragout simmering in the pot, but it wasn’t easy, not with Eren spreading his thighs further apart and letting his hand slip beneath the hem of his fitted muscle tank.

Fuck.

“Oh?” Eren’s voice was low and teasing as he traced his fingers over his exposed abs, the tip of his finger lightly pressing into his belly button. When he contracted his stomach, the motion was almost… too tempting. “That’s a shame, then,” he murmured, his gaze darkening. “I suppose you won’t be touching me then.”

Levi’s mouth went dry just for it to water up, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. There were no words to say, not when Eren was presenting himself like that, all long legs and tanned, taut skin, his grin devilishly mischievous. It was like nothing had ever happened between them – the teasing, the fooling around, back to square one, to testing each other’s limits.

The awkwardness hanging between them had basically evaporated after the birthday disaster and after Reiner’s thorough apology for ruining Levi’s favorite green rug – the one where Levi had taken Eren to the edge of oblivion on countless occasions.  

“Yeah, what a shame.” He finally managed to agree, voice thinner than he expected. But who could blame him? Just beside the ragout was something that demanded a taste for darker pleasures, and Levi, well, he was a connoisseur when it came to devouring Eren. No matter Eren’s less-than-perfect table manners.

Of course, he wouldn’t admit that right now. Even when Eren let his hand slip into the front of his jeans, fingers squeezing himself with a self-assured hum. Levi could see him hardening all too slowly but surely with each passing second, enough for him to suppress something close to a groan. It became harder to resist.

Their eyes met, and when Eren smirked, Levi’s resolve nearly cracked.

“Am I so disgusting that you can’t even tolerate my voice?” The menace wanted to know, his tone dripping with intent, as his hand continued to roam beneath his pants, palming himself.

Nodding, Levi finally dropped the spoon into the pot – not caring anymore – and stepped between Eren’s legs, right where he belonged, grabbing his thighs firmly. It didn’t matter that he was proving Eren’s unspoken point in some way. What mattered was that he wanted to replace Eren’s hand with his own, or with his mouth. Both would be fine for him.

“You know I prefer when you just whine, anyway.” He murmured, his voice low and almost breathless as he pulled Eren flush against him. Eren’s surprised squeak was music to his ears and his reddening cheeks a delight for his eyes.

Hands coming up to Levi’s shoulder, Eren’s fingers tightened as he blinked up at Levi with wide, expectant eyes.

“Fair.” Eren breathed, the words slipping between them like a soft, heated breeze. He ran his fingers up Levi’s neck, over the stubbles of his undercut until he tangled them in his hair and pulled him closer so that their noses were brushing. Nuzzling against Levi’s cheek, Eren left a tender kiss there before tilting Levi’s head to the side. His lips ghosted over the shell of his ear, and the shudder that ran though Levi was enough to make Eren smirk.  

“Whining so good for you, huh?” Eren teased, and just for emphasis, he actually did, all high-pitched. But even as he did, the desperate need behind his voice was clear, a promise of just how much more that tone could convey if Levi were to take him to the edge once again. “So good in fact, you’re gonna use it for a song, huh?” Eren’s voice was soft but loaded with that forbidden, enticing promise, and just as a final blow, he whispered, “Daddy?”

Levi’s cock twitched at the word, and another shiver ran through him, feeling even more intense than before. That little desperate whisper hung in the air like a challenge – one he was more than eager to accept.  

If he hadn’t been hard before, now he definitely was. Pressing himself closer, he bucked against Eren’s crotch, letting their erections meet. It wasn’t enough to bring either of them actual satisfaction, but it was enough to hint at what could unravel between them if Eren kept up his dirty little ramblings.

But then Levi stopped. Even as Eren tried to chase after his movements, Levi held him in place, his hands rubbing slow circles into the soft flesh of Eren’s thighs. The tremors that erupted under his touch only fueled his desire, and he leaned down, planting a kiss on the soft skin of Eren’s shoulder, a long, lingering one that tasted far too sweet. He could stay there forever, right where Eren’s collarbone met his neck – the place where his scent was a heady mix of perfume and something uniquely him. It made Levi crave him, for everything Eren was: the sunlight that came with his smile, and the thunder that followed with his scowl.

“Actually…” Levi faltered, detaching himself from Eren’s throat with a final scrape of teeth against the golden skin of his neck. His voice, though, hushed and soft, still carried an earnestness that made Eren freeze in the moment of heat. “I won’t.”

His tone was sincere, even amidst the arousal that simmered between them. It wasn’t as tender as it had been back in Tokyo, not because he didn’t want it to be, but because the weight of what he felt terrified him. The potential consequences loomed in the back of his mind – awkwardness, uncertainty – the things they had just started to move past. But still, there was a sweetness in his confession, in the soft vulnerability he was allowing himself once more. Even after the disaster that had been their flight and drive home from Japan. He couldn’t stop himself, even if he’d tried. He was in love, after all. And it showed in the way he was unable to completely disguise his affection.

Since that dooming night in December, he wanted to smother Eren in it. He wanted to be it all: Sweet, tender, caring – loving.

It scared him more than anything, to a point where he straight out panicked when it hit him how much he felt for the nuisance wrapped around his hips. That all-consuming love that slowly ate away at him with each passing day – an issue Eren had no idea about.

In fact, Eren was so unaware of his feelings that he furrowed his brows at Levi’s words, not understanding.  

“What?” He asked, voice feathery light yet with a flicker of disappointment to it.

It wasn’t that surprising that Eren didn’t seem to get why Levi would second-guess his own creative directions. But why would Levi want to share something so intimate with the world? Why would he want to share the little snippet of Eren that was solely reserved for him? The one thing not even Reiner could get from Eren? Something so raw, so personal. Something that only Levi could draw out of him. This was his. Only his. Which was why he held it close and locked it away to bask in the knowledge when he was missing Eren too much and was thinking about how Eren was snuggled up with another man instead of him.

The realization that he wanted more from Eren – so much more – was both a blessing and a curse. And the recording was the only proof for him that he had, in some ways. That he’d gotten more of Eren than Reiner would ever know.

Even if that came down to a sex tape.

Slowly, Levi nodded, his expression resolute. “Yeah…” He cupped Eren’s cheek, brushing a thumb along the prominent bone, feeling the heat of his skin. When their eyes locked, he leaned in and kissed the tip of Eren’s nose before he spoke with a small smile. “That’s something between you and me.”

Something dear to me.

“Oh.” Eren blinked, cheeks darkening with a deep blush. He squirmed under Levi’s intense gaze, a shift in his demeanor that was so sudden, it took Levi off guard. A shy vulnerability – one Levi hadn’t seen since Tokyo – crept over Eren’s face, a stark contrast to the confident, cocky attitude he usually wore.

“Oh?” Levi echoed, not letting Eren escape, his hand gently holding Eren’s face in place, keeping his eyes locked with his. He wouldn’t let him look away this time, not when Levi needed this moment – needed him.

Then, in the blink of an eye, something in Eren shifted. His tentative expression morphed into something far more mischievous, his lips curling into that familiar, self-assured smirk that Levi both hated and loved in equal measure. Without a warning, Eren’s hand shot out and grabbed his crotch, squeezing just hard enough to make Levi’s mind short-circuit, confirming that their playful torment wasn’t over, it had only just begun.

Now, it was Eren’s turn to lean forward, arching his back as he palmed Levi’s length through his pants, his voice coated in lust. “Make me whine again,” he proposed, his tone honeyed and lathered with intent. “Just for you.” The last part was close to a purr, it wouldn’t take much.

Levi’s breath hitched and he cursed under his breath. With a quick movement, he grabbed under Eren’s thigh, pulling it higher around his hip. He removed his hand from Eren’s face, placing it firmly on his chest to push him back onto the wooden surface. Eren complied easily enough, slipping his hand from Levi’s cock with a soft giggle, the sound pure and unrestrained. That giggle alone filled Levi’s chest with warmth, drowning out any rational thought that told him to stop from ravishing Eren on the kitchen counter right next to their unsupervised meal. It was completely forgotten.

Heart thudding in his chest, he pushed up Eren’s shirt to reveal his smooth, unblemished stomach. He bent down, his tongue tracing the muscles of Eren’s abdomen before reaching his belly button. He paused just long enough to blow a raspberry against the dark curls below, causing Eren to squeal in delight, his body squirming beneath him.

The sound was divine and when he poked his tongue into the belly button, sucking gently, a sweet whine replaced the carefree laughter. Eren’s hand found its way into his hair, tugging him closer, encouraging him.

“You do that for anyone else?” Levi murmured, his voice was low as he rubbed his cheek against Eren’s heated skin, planting a series of small kisses across his belly.  

Caring fingers carded through his hair and brushed loose strands of his fringe from his face. When Levi finally looked up from the enticing stomach, their eyes locked, and Eren’s gaze was soft, almost fond. Maybe even more than fond.

“Never.” Eren answered, his content smile melting away any remnants of doubt in Levi’s mind.

“I know.”

Because yes, somehow Levi knew Eren was telling the truth as the Ragout burned on the stove and he lost himself on the floor right between Eren’s heavenly legs.

Needless to say, they didn’t have the talk that had been long overdue. And Levi once again hated himself for backing out when it mattered the most.

-January 27, 2021-

The early bird catches the worm, they say.

But what Eren caught when he woke up at half-past 7 in the morning to go for a jog with Reiner was something else, entirely. It was closer to a heart attack.

The second near-death experience of his life, courtesy of his own terrible decisions. But this time? This one was far worse than the first.

Much worse than the time when Reiner had accused him of being No Name’s muse for Medicine. Which couldn’t have been any further away from a lie, but that wasn’t something his fiancé had to know about. Not now. Not ever.

So, when Eren opened Spotify in search of his usual workout playlist, he was greeted with a notification: a new No Name release.

And who was Eren if not immediately happy and intrigued by the news. Another song from Levi and Co.? It had to be a banger for sure. He could already imagine the countless hours he’d have it on repeat over the coming weeks. It had to be good. Because No Name never missed.

At this point, his heart had merely skipped a little beat – a tiny pang in his chest – but it wasn’t a big deal. Not really, he tried to convince himself. After all, Levi hadn’t texted him in days, hadn’t replied to his message asking to meet up. But that was probably for the best, anyway. Because as long as Levi kept ignoring him, Eren could ignore the decision he’d been making about their relationship over the past few days.

But he was fine. His heart was still intact.

Hah. Or so he thought.

He threw that little statement out of the window the moment he saw the title of the single – and even worse, the cover.

Because what the actual fuck was that?!

In bold, white letters against a sickeningly bright pink background, the word ‘Marley’ flashed on the screen.

Marley. His safe word.

The one thing no one knew about except Levi. The word Eren had never used, but one that felt like it was tied exclusively to Levi – something he had never thought of in the presence of anyone else.

And now? Now it was out there for the world to see, to interpret however they pleased.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. Not by far. It was literally just the cherry on top, just the tip of the iceberg that was going to be Eren’s personal doom.

There was an image on the cover – one he recognized all too well. It was a photo carefully hidden on his phone, tucked away in the secret camera folder – an image Levi had captured. The uncropped version. The one that showed his full face, not just his hair. The version in color, not black and white. Eren’s face, flushed with heat and his pink, glossy lips stretched around a swollen cock.

Levi’s cock.

And then the song began.

It started with nothing less than a moan. His own moan.

High-pitched. Desperate. Auto-tuned.

Traumatizing.

His body froze when he heard his own wail fill the ensuite. He should’ve been impressed at how expertly Levi had altered the sound, making it seamlessly blend into the opening guitar chords. But Eren couldn’t bring himself to focus on that. He couldn’t – he was too shocked to do that. Soon enough, the shock turned into something darker, more furious. His blood boiled.

Because Levi could not be for real.

The lyrics that followed were vile. Malicious. Every line designed to hurt, a direct strike to Eren’s pride. The cruelest cut came when Eren’s moaned “Oh” was distorted into the next verse. He could feel the bile rising in his throat, the sting of humiliation that was too sharp to ignore.  

Oh, what an absolute asshole.

How had Levi managed to get the rest of the band on board with this? What kind of sick game was he playing? Eren couldn’t believe his ears and eyes, but the evidence was overwhelming. No Name had just stabbed him in the back – Ceasar style.

But what really twisted the knife was the timing.

Why the fuck had they released this now?

Hadn’t Levi just told him a few weeks ago that he wanted to keep the recording to himself? Hadn’t that little confession turned Eren into a puddle right there on the kitchen counter? Hadn’t it raised his hopes that maybe, just maybe, Levi felt the same way about him, about what had happened between them?

He couldn’t even finish the thought. Not when the last line of the first verse hit him like a wrecking ball.  

“R is for the revenge I crave and then some fun?!” Eren screamed at the phone, unable to stop himself. “Motherfucker!” His voice cracked with rage, loud enough that Reiner came running into the room, sneaker raised above his head, a frightened look in his eyes.

“What happened?!” Reiner yelled, still holding the shoe, unsure if Eren was in some kind of danger or just about to explode.

For a second, it felt like everything froze. Eren stood there, mouth agape, unable to form a single word, let alone an explanation. His eyes were glued to the screen, watching the song continue as if it were some sick, twisted joke that the universe had decided to play on him.

Finally, he and Reiner locked eyes. Reiner was still on high alert, but Eren could only think about one thing – his own impending doom. He was already mentally preparing not just Levi’s funeral, but his own too.

Unfortunately, the song didn’t pause. It didn’t stop. It only escalated into something even more catastrophic.

“Daddy, it’s –”

The words rang out, drenched in whiny desperation. Eren and Reiner’s eyes shot to the phone screen in unison, the cover on full display. The pink background. The image. It was all too much.

Reiner stood frozen for a second, processing what he was seeing and hearing. Then, finally, his voice broke through the singing and moaning, filled with disbelief. “What is that?” He lowered the sneaker, pointing at the cover with his eyebrows raised in confusion.

Eren, at a loss of words, opened his mouth to speak but found nothing coming out except a tiny “uhm…”.

He had no defense. There was no point in trying to explain. He was completely and utterly defeated. It was impossible to argue his way out of this. No excuses. No way to save himself. Just the cruel acceptance that in less than a minute, he was going to be single.

Leaning forward, Reiner scrutinized the screen, the music continuing to play in the background. Then came a noise – somewhere between a snort and a choking laugh that escaped from him.

Eren braced himself for the wrath of his fiancé. He had prepared himself for the inevitable accusations, the words he dreaded: ‘I knew it!’, ‘You fucking cheater!’, and probably a ‘How could you do this to me?’.  And he wouldn’t even have a satisfying answer to give, because how could he explain? Why did he do it? Because, frankly, he cared about himself more than anyone else when he was having a good time with Levi.

But instead of an explosion of anger, Reiner did something Eren couldn’t possibly have seen coming.  

“Lmao, what did Levi smoke to drop that kind of thing?” Reiner laughed, his voice amused above anything else.

And what…?

Eren blinked, staring at Reiner in utter disbelief. He could barely process the words, let alone formulate a coherent response.

“What?” Eren finally managed to say, still in shock.  

“That’s so unhinged.” Reiner continued, shaking his head with amusement. He let out another chuckle, not a trace of anger or hurt in his voice.

Now, Eren seriously wanted to die. He was suddenly overcome with the urge to disappear. Forever maybe. Was this perhaps even worse than Reiner’s realization that should’ve set in months ago? But was still not settling in?

“Who the hell volunteered for that crack?” Reiner’s voice cut through his thoughts, almost like he was just casually remarking on an absurdity.

Well… Eren swallowed thickly as all color drained from his face. Oh, poor, innocent Reiner. He almost felt sorry for him, if it weren’t for the overwhelming wave of self-pity that was drowning him. Not that it made any of this any easier. The track wasn’t getting any less nasty.

It only got worse.

So much worse.

And now, Reiner started tapping his foot to the beat of the music, nodding his head, as though he were contemplating the song’s artistic choices. Eren surely didn’t.

The second verse came, and Eren found himself accepting his fate, whatever that might include. He had to endure the punishment Levi had laid upon him for reasons unknown – while Reiner, completely oblivious, seemed to enjoy the hell out of it.  

As the lyrics continued to rip him apart, Eren’s eyes burned with tears he was struggling to hold back. His breath was shallow, ragged, every line of the song pounding into him like another fist of humiliation and pain.

With trembling hands, Eren shoved his phone into Reiner’s hand. He staggered toward the shoe rack, mindlessly searching for his sneakers, still in nothing dressed but his sweat shorts. They clung to him, but he felt naked to the core. Thoroughly exposed. But even as he focused on finding something to distract himself, and to hide his raw emotions from Reiner, he couldn’t stop hearing the lyrics. And worse, he couldn’t stop hearing Levi’s voice – the snarl to it, no longer the familiar, alluring drawl that used to send shivers down his spine or the sweet rasp that was worshipping his body like a god. No, this was different – this was venom.  

And that was the crux of it, wasn’t it?

Levi had only ever used him for his body, nothing else. Just the same as Eren had done in return.

But things had changed. He had hoped – he’d wanted to believe that Levi felt something more, something deeper.

Apparently, all of it was in vain.

Reiner’s voice overshadowed the second refrain with the foulest statement Eren could have asked for in this situation and cutting through his spiraling thoughts like a blade. “Oh god, that bloke sounds downright embarrassing. That’s so cringe.”  

Cringe.

Cringe was also the fact that Reiner was so completely oblivious that he didn’t even recognize his fiancé’s voice. And cringe was also the increasing possibility of a breakdown on Eren’s side. The tears were forming without stopping now. Eren could feel them welling up, threatening to spill over. His body trembled as he forced his sneakers onto his feet, his hands shaking. He bent down to tie them, his breath not far away from a first sob. Which wouldn’t be far off from the one used in-between Levi’s devastating words. He could feel it clawing at his throat, threatening to burst free, but he clenched his jaw, holding it back.

But it was hard. So hard.

Because with every passing moment, Eren’s heart shattered a little bit more. With every cruel lyric, with every poisonous word from Levi’s lips, the reality of what had just happened sank deeper into him.

The song didn’t stop. It didn’t ease up. And then, the final blow came.

The last line of the track echoed through the room.

“Daddy – please!”

And Eren had never hated the word more than in this very moment. Maybe he had just become immune to that fetish right then and there. All thanks to No Name’s latest release.

“Wow.” Reiner whistled as Eren fought with his growing emotions. “I can already picture the headlines and assumptions about you, babe.”

Which were probably all true.

“Yeah.” Eren muttered, his voice hoarse as he avoided looking at Reiner.

Now, the anger truly set it, a searing fire that burned through him.  

He was furious – furious in a way that felt like it was consuming him from the inside out. He bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, drawing blood, trying even harder to hold back the torrent of tears threatening to spill from his eyes. If he started, Eren knew there would be no stopping. The flood would pour out, an unstoppable wave, and he wasn’t sure if he could survive it.

The humiliation he felt was deep, clawing at him, unforgiving. The pain wasn’t just in the cruel actions that had played out before him – it was in the realization that the one person he had trusted more than anyone, the person he had let this close, had intentionally hurt him. And it wasn’t just a casual blow. This was more. So much more. It was a calculated, deliberate act to wound him.

It was the exact opposite of everything Eren had hoped for. And yet, as much as the betrayal stung, it was also a bitter reality check he had needed for weeks. He couldn’t keep living like this, waiting for something that was never going to happen.

He couldn’t keep waiting for Levi to somehow pull himself together – to realize the truth of what they had. Deep down, Eren knew he never would. He could have waited a few more weeks before revealing his engagement to Reiner… He could have told Reiner that he needed more time to think about his response to his proposal. Hell, he could have waited a hundred years. But it wouldn’t change the fact that to Levi, he was always going to be nothing more than someone to have fun with. Someone to fuck.

And even though Eren had gotten his hopes up in Tokyo and the weeks before he had called defeat and had thrown his engagement party, trying to ignore his steadily festering feelings for an emotionally unavailable man – believing for a fleeting moment that maybe, just maybe, Levi saw him as something more – the reality was different. He was just someone to fuck.

And right now, as it appeared, he wasn’t even that.  

For reasons Eren couldn’t understand, Levi seemed intent on watching him burn.

His heart shattered into million tiny pieces as the realization settled in; that he was in love with Levi but that apparently Levi really didn’t love him back and probably never would.

Yeah, he’d made the right decision. And he had to make some calls.

Chapter Text

-May 9, 2021-

Levi was still panting when he picked up the intercom for his gate, sweat clinging to his exposed skin. He was also still so indescribably hard beneath the old sweatpants he’d thrown on in a rush, he was sure he was close to bursting. Under any other circumstances, he wouldn’t have considered leaving his bedroom – let alone the man currently tied up in the center of his mattress. But things had taken a turn, thanks to a greatly unappreciated tickle attack, despite his repeated warnings to stop. So this, right now, had become part of the punishment.

And even though his cock was aching for relief – craving any attention, even the slightest touch, honestly – Levi took a perverse, wicked satisfaction in the torment his brief absence was causing the occupant of his bedroom.

Fueling the delicious agony was the action he’d taken just before sprinting down the stairs: pressing the button on the tiny remote now safely tucked into the back pocket of his joggers. He’d done it solely to witness the instant, overwhelming effect – and to hear the helpless, mewling sounds it could wring out so easily. The sight had been nothing short of divine – utterly heaven-sent. That desperate writhing on the sweat-dampened sheets, limbs spasming against their restraints, twitching, struggling in vain, while fresh tears seeped into the fabric beneath.

No word could escape those irresistible pink lips, sealed tight around a black ball gag. Just noises of need. Drool spilled from the corners of the mouth, tracing a slick path down a strained throat. It was accompanied by the attempt to swallow convulsively around the gag, desperate – either for rescue or, perhaps, for more.

Fuck.

It was nothing but pure, unfiltered desperation laid out across Levi’s mattress. Perfect in every way and so fucking obscene.

And the knowledge that there was no escape – no way to free himself from the ropes binding wrists and ankles until Levi chose to return and do as he pleased – was reason enough to press the button again, bringing the intensity of the vibrations to the next level. He couldn’t see it, couldn’t hear it, but God, he could imagine the reaction that simple action would provoke. That alone was enough. Enough to make his cock throb painfully, enough to make him pray that whoever was interrupting their perfect little session wouldn’t force him to open the door. Because, really, there was no concealing the way his erection strained against the thin fabric of his sweatpants.

Opening the camera app to check on the uninvited guest, the sound Levi let out was somewhere between an annoyed groan and something else entirely – definitely confusion. Standing at the gate, hands in the pockets of his jeans, was none other than Reiner. Calmly waiting and looking around like it was perfectly normal to drop by Levi’s place on a random weekday at an even more random time.

Levi was so stunned he didn’t even have the mental capacity to form a proper reaction, let alone figure out how to handle this bizarre surprise.

What the hell did that idiot want?

For a second, he considered pretending he wasn’t home. Just leaving Reiner there, hanging. It’s not like he gave a shit about him. Whatever Reiner wanted, he could take it and go fuck himself with it. Levi was probably the last human alive who gave a damn about him at this moment – if he ever had. Right now, all he really cared about was getting back upstairs, yanking out the glistening pink plug, and ramming his throbbing cock deep into that waiting, gaping hole.

But Levi delayed his own relief, drawing out the torture by choosing to deal with the reason behind Reiner’s unexpected visit. He pressed the button on the intercom as he stared at Eren’s fiancé, adjusting himself – not that it did anything to help the painfully obvious situation between his legs. Without underwear, there was zero chance of hiding his boner.

“Reiner?” He asked, his breath steadier now, more controlled than it had been seconds earlier. Still, his chest rose and fell rapidly, the thrill of risk mixing with the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Though the man standing outside his gate was an interruption he hadn’t planned for – he was an intrusion that made the whole situation that much more exciting. “What are you doing here?”

Reiner flinched at his voice, then glanced around until he located the camera. Once he spotted it, he looked straight into the lens, offering a sheepish smile and a small wave. “Hi, Levi. Sorry for bothering you. But… uh, can I ask you for a – uh – a favor?” His smile shifted, becoming more apologetic as he withdrew his hands from his pockets and nervously fidgeted with his thumbs.

A favor?

Levi let out a quiet snort to himself. What kind of favor could Reiner possibly want from him? A crash course on how to fuck your fiancé properly? Now, that would be something. He’d probably be floored to learn what Eren actually craved behind closed doors. And even more shocked to discover just how much Levi relished playing the cold-hearted bastard in bed with his partner – especially when he couldn’t have what he truly wanted – that being more than just Eren’s body.

Yeah, suppression really was an incredible skill. Not the healthiest, granted – but it got the job done. At least for now. It helped dull the sharp sting of feelings that went completely unreciprocated. And Levi wasn’t opposed to rough sex in the slightest. Quite the opposite, actually.

Pressing the intercom again to respond, he still wasn’t sure if he gave enough of a damn to help Reiner with whatever nonsense he was dragging onto his doorstep. Hopefully it wasn’t something affair-related – like fishing for answers about why Eren and Levi had been keeping their distance in front of everyone for the past month. But curiosity itched just beneath the surface, and when the remote in his back pocket shifted against him, Levi was reminded of the beauty upstairs – bare, bound, and likely bucking into nothing. The thought alone made him decide that delaying his return might offer some particularly gratifying satisfaction.

Yes, this entire situation was turning out to be very entertaining indeed.

In fact, Levi was genuinely enjoying himself – maybe for the first time in what felt like weeks. Miserable weeks, marked by more alcohol than any decent person would admit. But at least no coke.

“Depends.” He said eventually, his voice measured and cautious as he unlocked the gate.

Opening the door, Levi ran a hand through his already-messy hair, making no effort to appear presentable. Why bother? His bare chest was covered in hickeys and bite marks, some so deep they were still tender. Painful, yes – but in the most intoxicating way. That addictive ache, a brand of intimacy etched into his skin. And even if he couldn’t return the same treatment, he could leave marks of his own – lasting reminders, not always visible, but certainly unforgettable and just as intense. Whether bruises were left behind or not, the aftermath was always felt. He made sure of it.

When Reiner finally reached the front door and stepped inside, Levi was caught off guard by the warmth in his greeting. His brows drew together, skeptical, as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned one shoulder against the wall in the hallway, regarding his uninvited guest with sharp, unreadable eyes.

“Oh, thank you so much,” Reiner said brightly, his smile stretching wide and genuine – until it faltered slightly. A flush crept into his cheeks when his eyes dropped, unmistakably catching on the prominent bulge in Levi’s sweatpants. He looked up again, trying – and failing – to pretend he hadn’t seen it.

Levi didn’t say anything at first. Watching his personal nemesis squirm was far more entertaining. He certainly had no plans of inviting him in for tea and polite conversation. If Reiner thought he was about to offer him a drink and a seat like some kind of gracious host, he was sorely mistaken.

“What do you want from me?” Levi asked flatly, his voice disinterested, tone laced with boredom. His face gave away nothing.

“I wanted to do something special for Eren’s and my –” Reiner’s eyes flicked down again, then snapped back up, “uhm – wedding.”

For a fraction of a second, Levi’s expression faltered. His eyes widened ever so slightly. A leaden tightness pulled across his chest as Reiner spelled out, in plain words, the exact reason his life felt so completely fucked.

The wedding.

Of course it was about the goddamn wedding.

Another layer of salt ground deep into the wound that had never really healed – never got the chance to. And now, day by day, it drew closer, looming like a storm cloud ready to break down on Levi’s already beaten form. It was a slow, agonizing descent into something neither he nor Eren had dared to address. Because doing so would mean acknowledging the obvious: the elephant in the room, the shadow stretching from the night of the engagement party, to the explosive fight that had torn them apart months ago, to… whatever this was now.

“And how exactly do you think I can help with that?” Left his lips, the bitterness slipping into his voice before he could rein it in. He didn’t mean to snap – no, maybe he did. Because at this point, he’d already decided he’d find any excuse to stay as far away from that event as possible. The whole thing would be a performance, a spectacle, tailored to perfection – especially with Eren pulling the strings.

The torn invitation buried in his trash was evidence enough of what lay ahead: all polish and pageantry. Just the way Eren liked it.

Thankfully, Reiner didn’t seem fazed by his tone – or by the fact that Levi looked dangerously close to tearing him apart right there in the entryway. He probably chalked it up to Levi’s usual, more-than-cranky demeanor whenever they crossed paths. Yeah, Reiner probably didn’t even know Levi could be anything but slightly moody, because he was always moody when Reiner was around.

So, it was actually kind of impressive that he had the nerve to show up here and bother him. Thanks to the bitter reminder of his own misery, Levi’s cock deflated slowly. What a fucking mood killer. Honestly, it was almost like killing the vibe was one of Reiner’s specialties. Real estate and being a persistent pain in Levi’s ass. What a stellar résumé.

“I wanted to ask you if you could write a song for our first dance.”

A sharp, involuntary laugh escaped Levi’s lips before he could stop it. Oh, that was rich. Hilarious, actually. As if the last song he’d written hadn’t come dangerously close to detonating not just Reiner’s relationship with Eren, but his own too.

If he was being honest with himself, nothing had felt quite the same since that release. But then again – suppression. Suppression was the key.

Reiner stared at him like Levi was losing it. And maybe he was. The request felt too surreal to be anything other than some twisted cosmic joke. Yet somehow, Reiner looked… genuinely hopeful. Despite the nervous edge in his eyes.

“Oh, sorry,” Levi said, trying to gather himself, dragging his composure back up like a mask. “That was just… totally unexpected.”

“Oh…” Reiner replied, his brows drawing together in a thoughtful frown. “Well,” he met Levi’s eyes again, “Who else would I ask?”

Levi didn’t have an immediate answer. And maybe that was because the question wasn’t wrong, exactly. He supposed Reiner didn’t know many people in the music industry – none outside of Levi and his bandmates, at least. But still… it felt wrong. Especially when Levi thought of No Name’s entire discography, which wasn’t exactly populated with heartwarming love ballads.

Taking his long-lasting silence as his permission to continue, Reiner added, “I know this might be out of your comfort zone, but… it would mean a lot to me.”

Great. That was definitely not the best way to phrase it. Because Levi wasn’t exactly the type to do things that meant anything positive for Reiner.

But then… he thought of Eren.

He thought of the tangled mess of feelings clawing at his chest – feelings he’d scribbled down late at night into the privacy of his notebook, never shared, never spoken or made into a song. And suddenly, the answer didn’t seem so difficult. Not compared to everything else lately. Maybe, in some twisted way, Reiner had just cracked open a window. A small chance. An outlet.

“Okay.” Levi heard himself agree.

Reiner’s face lit up with another wave of surprise – this one warmer, softer. “Okay?” He echoed, blinking like he couldn’t quite believe it.

“Yeah.”

Levi pushed off the wall and stretched his arms lazily overhead, letting them fall to his sides before slipping one hand casually into the pocket where the remote rested.

“I’ll do it.”

“Oh God. I – seriously – I can’t thank you enough. Uhm… do you want some kind of allowance? Expenses? Payment, or…?” Reiner trailed off, clearly uncomfortable the second the words left his mouth.

“Payment? Nah, don’t worry.” Slowly, a small smile stretched across Levi’s lips as his finger found the button on the remote. “Eren’s happiness is enough.”

And with that, he pressed it.

Barely a few seconds later, a strange sound echoed from upstairs – something muffled, high-pitched, and undeniably desperate. Levi’s smile twisted into a self-satisfied smirk. His cock stirred with interest again, even with Reiner’s irritating face still standing directly in front of him.

Reiner blinked, glancing upward. “What was that?”

“Oh,” Levi shrugged, his smirk growing. “That’s my cue to say goodbye… I’ve got a special someone waiting.” Looking Reiner straight in the eyes, he winked, and Reiner flushed instantly, gasping in realization.  

“Levi, you rascal.” Reiner laughed and gave him a playful slap on the shoulder, though it sounded more like discomfort than genuine amusement. Not that Levi cared. If Reiner felt awkward – good. That was always a plus in his book.

Holding the door open and gesturing for Reiner to move along, Levi used the remote again. Another muffled, yet desperate sound echoed faintly through the house. Music to his ears.  

“Oh – yes!” With a nervous chuckle, Reiner quickly stepped outside. “We’ll stay in touch? Should I… uhm, call you?”

“You can do that.”

“Perfect. Thank you, really.”

Waving him off, Levi placed a hand over his chest – not to vow anything, but to guard what was left of his heart from more damage. “It’s the least I can do to contribute to your dream wedding. Really.”

This time, Reiner smiled for real. Unburdened. “I – yeah. Thanks again.”

Levi hummed in vague agreement, listening closely for another sound upstairs – even though he hadn’t touched the remote again. In his mind, he was already back in that room, picking up where he’d left off.

“I’d say tell Eren I said hi,” he added casually, “But I doubt you want him knowing you came here… which reminds me – what excuse did you use to vanish on your future husband?”

Internally he shuddered at the term. Husband. Nothing he wanted to achieve for himself, and nevertheless something he didn’t grant Eren.

Reiner let out an amused laugh. “Ah, that was easy. Eren’s at Pilates.”

Levi hummed again. “Getting all flexible for the honeymoon, huh?” He smirked to himself, knowing full well Eren wouldn’t be needing much flexibility for whatever Reiner had in mind.

When Reiner’s face darkened with an even deeper blush and his gaze fell away, Levi grinned.

“I’m only kidding, man. Doubt you two are into that kind of thing. Not that it’s any of my business.” And that much was true. He had no business asking about the kind of sex Eren was having with fiancé. The last time he’d dared to poke around in that territory, it had ended in disaster. It had dragged all those ugly, unwanted feelings into light – ones Levi still hadn’t figured out how to deal with. Ones that still hadn’t gone away.

Suppression.

The air between them turned heavier, charged, and thankfully served as the final nudge Reiner needed.

“Ehm – yeah – so, I should get going.”

After an awkward round of goodbyes, Levi closed the door behind him and immediately sagged against it, eyes falling shut. He reconsidered his decision – just for a second. But it was enough time for the weight of it to settle.

He was going to make amends.

He’d write another song. A better one. One that told the truth this time, even if Eren mistook it for Reiner’s feelings. Even if it got twisted into some saccharine love letter to a relationship Levi wasn’t part of. That was fine. Because under all the bitterness and the desire for revenge, there was guilt – deep, gnawing guilt. He’d hurt Eren with Marley, and this was the smallest, most indirect way to start making things right.

They could never go back to normal. That ship had sailed. But what did he have to lose at this point?

Sooner or later, it was all going to crash down anyway.

Who was he kidding? It already was. The cracks were spreading. The foundation was splintering.

But that wasn’t a thought he had the strength to entertain now.

Instead, he shoved it down – far and deep – then pushed himself off the door and climbed the stairs quickly, re-entering the sanctuary of his room.

There he was – still bound, still trembling, still desperate. His tear-streaked face snapped toward the door the second Levi walked in.

Eren.

Levi didn’t pause. He moved on instinct, because in this moment, between them, it was easy again. The only place where things weren’t clouded by awkwardness, unsaid accusations, pain, or betrayal.

“Baby…” He cooed softly, stepping closer to the bed. He bent down to press a kiss to Eren’s sweat slicked, flushed forehead. Gently, he brushed back a few damp strands of hair before trailing his fingers to the gag, snug and secure between Eren’s lips.

“You did so, so well.”

Eren let out a keening noise, body arching into the simple touch, already starved for more. He deserved more.

“Let me reward you,” Levi murmured against his temple, his lips ghosting across the heated skin.

Eren trembled beneath the words, his whole body reacting. Out of the corner of his eye, Levi spotted Eren’s angry, red cock straining proudly against his abdomen, twitching with need.

“My good boy.” He praised him.

Because here, with him, Eren was.

-February 2, 2021-

It shouldn’t have been surprising – and to be fair, it wasn’t. Levi should have expected to find Eren furiously ringing his doorbell after letting himself in with the gate code, especially after Levi had skillfully ignored every one of his persistent calls and messages. Not to mention Hange’s pleading voicemails, urging him to just talk to Eren and take responsibility for the shitstorm he'd created – and the mess he’d dragged the band into.

But of course, sorting things out with Eren was the last thing Levi wanted to do. It sat firmly at the bottom of his to-do list, somewhere far beneath navigating the PR chaos No Name was forced to face because of him.

How long had Eren’s number been blocked now? A day and a half? Ever since the nonstop calling really had started grating on his nerves.

And honestly, the only reason he was even opening the door now was because some instinct told him that if he didn’t, Eren would find a way to break in.

So Levi caved – and found himself face to face with someone who barely resembled the man he was in love with. Eren stood there, looking both familiar and completely foreign. His expression was twisted with a fury Levi had never seen before – there was just so much anger radiating from his face. His eyes were ablaze, nostrils flaring, jaw clenched, shoulders taut like a predator ready to pounce. He looked feral and ready to attack.

Not that there was much left of Levi’s sanity – or heart – for Eren to tear apart.

Which was why the sight didn’t faze him. Not even a little. It left him oddly cold. If anything, it was exactly what he’d wanted. That, at least, was the thought in his head right up until the sharp sting of a slap cracked across his cheek, the sound echoing through the driveway like a gunshot.

“You!” Eren shouted, jabbing a finger into Levi’s chest hard enough to make him stagger back half a step. “You fucking bastard!”

Levi blinked a couple of times, processing what just happened – but only for a moment. He rubbed the burning spot on his cheek where the skin had already begun to heat up. Eren had actually hit him. And hard. Taking a slow, steadying breath, he curled his fingers around Eren’s accusing hand and pushed it away with an unimpressed roll of his eyes.

“Hello to you too.” He said dryly, letting the venom in Eren’s glare glance off him without a dent.

Eren snorted in disdain before his entire expression shifted as he practically growled his next words. “Oh, save me that crap, you absolute piece of shit!”

Levi sighed, still not perturbed by the fury Eren currently possessed. “Why don’t you come inside before you start screaming like a toddler, hm?” He suggested, tone laced with mockery. He preferred not to air the drama out on his front steps – especially when it was clearly about to escalate into something far uglier than the argument they’d had at his birthday party.

Eren didn’t respond. His jaw just dropped slightly as he stared at Levi in speechless outrage.

Turning on his heel, Levi walked inside without looking back, knowing Eren would follow. And he was right. Not a second later, the sound of Eren’s Prada loafers scraped over the hallway’s parquet floor as he entered, trailing behind him like a storm cloud.

He made his way to the living room, and collapsed onto the large sofa, rubbing at his eyes with a sigh just as he felt the cushion shift under the new weight. Eren had joined him – of course he had – planting himself in the far corner, as far away as possible.

The distance between them spoke louder than words.

“So.” Eren’s voice eventually cut through the uncomfortable silence, sharp and cold, matching the frost in his glare.

Levi looked at him and took in the look of sheer fury – arms crossed, brows drawn tight, skin flushing. But even burning with rage, Eren was still painfully beautiful. Still the only person who could knock the air from his lungs without even trying.

Which was exactly why it was so hard to speak. So hard to find anything worth saying in the face of Eren’s unspoken accusation.

“Levi…” Came next, quieter but heavier, loaded with expectation. With hurt.  

And he couldn’t put it off forever, could he?

Letting his head fall against the soft cushion behind him, Levi exhaled – another irritated breath dragged from a place deep in his chest.

“What do you want me to say, Eren?” He finally asked, his voice edged with exhaustion. The kind that had nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with the emotional wreckage he was too tired to sift through. He was done feeling heartbroken. Done feeling anything, really. So he didn’t. He chose numbness. He chose quiet detachment. It was easier.

Eren sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, and somehow, his glare deepened. If that was even possible.

“Why?” He whispered eventually, the word brittle and raw.  

“Why what?”

Eren scoffed bitterly, and suddenly closed the distance between them, stalking forward until he stood right in front of Levi, pinning him down with his fuming gaze. The look he gave him could’ve made Satan cry. But Levi didn’t flinch. Didn’t shrink away. He didn’t feel intimidated. He felt… nothing. Just the low thrum of irritation beneath his skin. Just sheer annoyance that he had to endure this situation right now.

That was fine, though. Eren had more than enough anger for both of them.

“Don’t you dare play dumb with me,” Eren hissed. He leaned down, holding his thumb and index finger close together so they almost touched. “I’m this close to breaking your fucking nose.”

Instead of giving an actual explanation, Levi shoved Eren’s hand out of his face and caught his wrist in a firm grip – tight enough to make Eren squeak involuntarily.

“Why would you do that?” He asked. Though really, the answer was obvious. Painfully, publicly obvious. It was out there – in the lyrics, in the melody. In the song that had been sitting at the top of the charts for six days straight. It had made him a small fortune already. And wasn’t that convenient?

“The fuck?” Eren recoiled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Are you serious?” He tried to yank his arm free, but Levi’s fingers only tightened. Jaw flexing, Eren huffed in frustration.

Hand still holding Eren’s wrist with that unyielding grip, Levi leaned back further into the couch, lifting his free arm to rest behind his head. Calm. Detached. Watching Eren’s expression shift from confusion to betrayal into something near devastation.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He said, his tone infuriatingly casual, like none of it mattered. His eyes wandered over Eren’s figure, cataloguing every detail – taking in the oversized Champion hoodie, the ripped denim shorts hanging loose around his tanned thighs, the white socks tucked into burgundy patent leather loafers. The outfit looked haphazard, thrown on in a rush, but somehow still effortlessly stylish. Maybe only so because it was Eren. He could make a trash bag look stunning. 

Trying to free himself, Eren tugged at his wrist again. Still failing.

Levi’s iron grip didn’t waver, and it drew a groan from Eren – half frustration, half fury. His head tipped back, the sound he made hovering somewhere between a growl and a cry.

It was almost amusing, honestly.

Even though Eren was on the verge of tears.

Levi could see them gathering at the corners of his teal eyes, clinging to his lashes, framed by tousled strands of chocolate brown hair. The kind of tears Eren had never shed because of him – until now. And Levi never would’ve guessed that he’d find the sight enjoyable. As fucked up as it was, it was also gratifying. At least for the moment.

Hange would slap the shit out of him if they knew, he was sure. And the corner of his mouth twitched humorlessly.

“What are you so upset about?” He asked, his voice deliberately condescending, like he was addressing a whining child. His thumb moved in slow, methodical circles over Eren’s pulse point, feeling the beat hammering beneath the skin – fast and strong… furious. Each pound a signal of Eren’s undisguised rage.

And Eren’s glare could’ve cut steel. “Well, for starters,” he spat, “The lyrics weren’t exactly flattering. No – scratch that. I’ve never been more humiliated.” He yanked at his wrist again, but Levi didn’t loosen his hold – just raised an eyebrow, solely unimpressed.  

“Really, now?”

Then, something shifted inside him. Slowly, his own anger began to stir, simmering beneath the surface like a pot about to boil. Because it was funny that Eren felt humiliated, when Levi had felt exactly the same because of him.

“Yes.” Eren snapped while Levi’s face remained unreadable, not betraying the fast-rising emotions.

“What exactly was so humiliating?”

Eren’s voice cracked as he practically shouted, “When you beg, daddy please?!”

“I mean… you did.” Levi replied flatly, with a dry, factual tone – so nonchalant it must’ve surely stung as his own mind clicked.

Eren hadn’t even figured it out. Hadn’t put two and two together and hadn’t looked past the most obvious lyrics. He’d listened – sure – but he hadn’t bothered to examine the meaning. He hadn’t seen the way the first letters of each line spelled out something else. Hadn’t noticed the buried message between the insults. Because he’d been too busy drowning in self-pity. Yet again, he was too self-absorbed, too self-centered.

Eren hadn’t seen that the song wasn’t just a jab at him, but a self-inflicted wound. A punishment for Levi’s own stupidity and a confession disguised as venom.

Because Levi was the loser who’d fallen for someone taken. Levi was the one who was actually humiliated – head over heels in love with a man who used him like a toy and threw him away when it suited him.

His spiraling thoughts were yanked back to reality by another outburst. One that pierced deep.

“I did, yes! For you!” Eren yelled, shaking with the threat of tears. “Not for the rest of the world! That’s a crucial fucking difference, you fucking asshole!”

“The last time I checked,” Levi replied, tone sharp and reproachful, “you seemed excited about the chance for me to make a song out of your sex vocabulary.”

But as he said it, he could see it – the pain in Eren’s expression. The wobble of his lower lip. The slight tremble running through his body.

And just like that, the satisfaction Levi had felt earlier began to fade. It shrank into something bitter and hollow.

“Yeah. Well, guess what…” Eren’s voice dropped, quieter now – more broken than angry. “The last time I checked, I thought you were a decent human being.”

It was hard not to laugh out loud. Because it was too fucking amusing.

Since when were either of them a good person?

No one said anything for a moment. The words hung there before Eren added, even softer this time, almost breaking Levi’s own anger down. “I fucking trusted you.”

Now it was Levi who was hurting again. So fucking badly, it stole his breath for a second. He had to inhale deeply, forcefully, just to keep the surge of emotions from crashing over him – emotions he had no desire to feel, let alone acknowledge.

The thing was, he’d trusted Eren, too. Trusted that he wouldn’t play with him. That maybe, just maybe, he’d given a piece of himself to someone who wouldn’t shatter it. But he’d been wrong.

So fucking wrong.

His gaze hardened and his jaw set.

“Don’t act like it caused you some major damage, Eren.” Levi shot back, his voice was cold.

As if burned, he released Eren’s wrist.

“What the fuck?! No major damage?!” Eren’s face contorted in disbelief. “It was a fucking miracle Reiner didn’t realize who those sounds belonged to!”

“Yeah. Exactly.” Levi’s tone was a deadpan as his eyes narrowed into a scowl. “He didn’t. So calm the fuck down.”

“I won’t…” Eren muttered through clenched teeth, “calm the fuck down. And yeah, he didn’t recognize me but that’s beside the fucking point.”

Levi let out a bitter chuckle, unable to help himself as the pain in his chest bloomed into something vile.

“Yeah – because he never made you moan like I do. All whiny and desperate.”

Utterly dumbstruck, Eren stared at him with his mouth agape like a fish gasping for air. And for a fleeting second, Levi was more than pleased with himself all over again.

But it didn’t last.

Because in the blink of an eye, he had to catch Eren’s wrist again – this time to block another slap aimed squarely at his cheek. Eren’s other hand came up fast, ready to strike, but Levi was quicker and, unfortunately for Eren, stronger. Huffing in frustration, Eren struggled against his unrelenting hold until he lost his balance and fell right into Levi’s lap.

“Fucking stop it.” Levi snapped as Eren thrashed on top of him, all fury and indignation, feet kicking wildly – one of them dangerously close to his groin. “Fucking stop, Eren!” He tried again, his tone now holding a dangerous edge, more than just a half-hearted warning.

Flipping them over with a surge of motion, since Eren still wouldn’t stop moving, he pinned Eren beneath him on the couch.

“Yeah?” Eren snarled, panting hard, his hands now restrained above his head by Levi’s grip. His legs clamped around Levi’s hips, trying and failing to gain leverage. “What if I don’t?” He twisted again in a failed attempt to knee him and throw him off. And when that didn’t work Eren opted for knocking their heads together, which also failed miserably.

The air between them grew thicker as Levi continued to hold his own anger together, it felt charged not only with rage now but something dangerously explosive.

When Levi didn’t return anything, only continued to stare him down, Eren took his chance to provoke him even more. “Gonna release something else, huh?” He hissed. “Maybe this time a music video?”

Levi took the bait.

“Maybe I should.” He muttered darkly.

“Oh?” Eren scoffed, his eyes burning with so much hurt it almost outshone Levi’s own. “Yeah, just screw me all over again and use me like I’m worth nothing you son of a –”

“USE YOU?!” Levi roared, cutting Eren off as he finally snapped.

Bending down, taking both of Eren’s wrists in one hand and gripping his chin with the other, he forced their faces so close they were merely inches apart. His breath came fast, matching Eren’s. Everything hurt.

His emotions were all over the place now, not safely locked away. He was overcome with so much anger, it was suffocating. Levi couldn’t believe his ears.

“You can’t be for fucking real,” he growled, glaring straight into Eren’s watery eyes. The words – this goddamn accusation – Eren’s perception of the situation… it was so far removed from reality, it felt insane. Yet, Eren seemed to mean it.

For a long moment they just lay there, panting, staring and silently trying to obliterate each other with all the anger they had to offer.

Then Levi spoke again – low and guttural. Threatening.

“Go on… repeat yourself.”

His lips hovered just above Eren’s. Close enough to feel the heat. To smell his breath – the familiarity and comfort it had brought him once. And for a second, he craved it. He fucking missed it. Missed Eren. All of him.

Because even if he wanted to snap his neck right now, Levi was still irrevocably in love with him. Like the pathetic, possessed fool that he was. And he was so sick of it – he was sick because of it.

And then, he saw it.

How Eren’s gaze flickered to his mouth. Just for a second – but he caught it.

“Or maybe…” Levi murmured, licking his lips slowly, shifting slightly between Eren’s legs. “If you really think I’m using you… maybe I should.”

Eren’s breath hitched as he moved again – just once. A single rocking motion that made Eren’s whole body tremble and lungs stutter. Eren’s throat bobbed as he swallowed before he started growing pliant in his hold. Then his eyes dropped to Levi’s mouth again. Longer this time.

“Not thinking…” Eren breathed, voice ragged as his legs curled around his hips, this time not to push him off but to pull him in. “It’s a fact.”

He drew him closer, letting their bodies press together in that all-too-familiar way. From here it felt almost easy – despite their anger. Despite the conflicting sentiments hanging between them and breaking apart what they had. It was easy to fall into old habits. The ones of lust and desire. Because that was probably the one thing that would never change.

Levi’s pulse spiked and his skin prickled. His heart slammed against his ribs as he leaned forward, brushing his nose against Eren’s – testing the water, waiting for Eren’s breath to hitch again.

“Oh, just shut up.” He whispered between them.

And then he crushed their lips together.

It was messy from the start – a kiss born of fury. Sloppy, desperate, and all-consuming. There was no finesse to it, no softness. Only frustration and a hunger too long denied. The moment their lips collided, it was as if something primal took over. It didn’t just bruise; it scorched. It was maddening. And it fanned the fire already roaring inside Levi into an uncontrollable blaze. Even if he’d had the clarity to stop, the rationality to step away, he wouldn’t have done so. Not when Eren’s teeth sank into his bottom lip, not when Levi bit back hard enough to draw blood. Not when their rage ignited something far hotter than pure lust – something devastating.

He needed this.

There was no self-control when it came to Eren. No force on earth could chain him down from indulging in the most dangerous high he’d ever tasted. Not when Eren’s legs locked around him tighter, dragging him closer… closer, until their bodies clashed in a reckless, frenzied rhythm against the same damn couch where they’d once laughed, kissed, and collapsed together countless times before. But it had never felt like this – never so suffused with pain, and on Levi’s part, the cruel edge of love.

They moved as if they were racing time. At least that’s how it felt for Levi, teetering on the verge of combustion. So pent up. So heartbreakingly full. So in love, still, even now.

That was the worst part.

He wanted to give Eren everything and tear him apart in the same breath.

Fingers clawing at the hoodie, Levi yanked it upward, uncaring if he tore it to shreds. At least it wasn’t vintage Vivienne Westwood. Eren arched beneath him, briefly pulling away just to shoot him a searing look. One that burned with emotion – anger, yes, but also untamable desire. He could taste it on his lips; the raw, blinding want. And he saw it in the ocean of those eyes, turbulent and wild like storm-tossed waves, as if Levi were the ship already sinking inside them.

Maybe this was the only way.

Not to talk it out.

But to fuck it out.

To destroy and be destroyed.

Because no talking would solve this – no talking could fix the breach of trust and tremendous humiliation they’d both experienced. And Levi had no desire to explain himself or his vile motives.

Grinding down against Eren’s crotch, he earned a strangled moan – sharp and needful. Eren’s hands flew into his hair, dragging him back into a kiss that was more like war. Tongues fought, teeth scraped, spit mingled with blood, and Levi wanted to eat Eren whole.

Because he loved him so.

Even though right now, he hated him.

And yet, he loved him so fucking much.

But he was so fucking infuriating.

Levi tore away with a heaving breath, his face flushed, lips swollen, hair a tousled mess. And Eren – Eren looked wrecked. His mouth was red and glistening, bitten and smeared with a mixture of spit and blood. His eyes shimmered, tears caught in the fire of fury still burning within them. Levi couldn’t bear to look at them. Not like this. Not when his own vision was starting to blur, his chest threatening to cave under the weight of it all.

So he pulled back – tried to, at least – slipping free from Eren’s tangled limbs, even as confusion flickered in that stormy gaze.

He reached for the zipper of Eren’s pants.

In the next second, a sharp, ringing slap cracked across his cheek, snapping his head to the side.

The sting bloomed instantly, just like the first one earlier, still pulsing beneath the skin. But Levi didn’t flinch. Not really. It was a kind of pain he’d grown too familiar with today. And somehow, almost like everything else between them, it felt good. His cheek throbbed, but his cock pulsed harder as the urge to ruin Eren only deepened. He ached for it.

He’d done it already with the song.

And he’d do it again now – with his hands, his body, this unrelenting anger.

Eren could hit him as much as he wanted – it wouldn’t make a difference. It wouldn’t soothe the craving Levi felt burning beneath his skin.

Drawing in slow, deliberate breaths, Levi turned his head back to Eren, his jaw tight and nostrils flaring, eyes sharp with warning. A warning Eren ignored. His hand lifted again, poised to strike a second time, his gaze glinting with a challenge.

But Levi moved first.

With a swift, practiced motion, he seized Eren’s wrist mid-air and flipped him onto his stomach, pinning him down. He yanked Eren’s arm behind his back, locking it there with a grip that had to hurt, if the strained whine Eren let out was anything to go by.

“Wrong move, brat.” He growled low against the curve of Eren’s neck, baring his teeth as he ground his straining erection against the swell of Eren’s clothed ass. The reaction was immediate – a muffled, desperate whimper buried into the cushion as Eren arched back into him.

Levi got it.

He understood exactly where this was heading. It was easy from here. They’d been here before, so he followed their perfected routine. He didn’t need words to lead – just instinct. With Eren’s wrist still restrained, he tugged roughly at Eren’s shorts, wrenching them down. It took a second, maybe two, before Eren lifted his hips in silent assent, just enough for Levi to shove shorts – and briefs – low enough to expose what he wanted.

And what a view it was.

It was perfect – as always. Unblemished, smooth, golden skin sculpted into the most mesmerizing shape, practically begging to be touched, claimed, owned. Those cheeks – so maddeningly plump and achingly gorgeous – it was a tragedy the rest of the world would never know how they felt in one’s palms, warm and pliant under a grip meant to linger. They deserved to be handled with reverence, treated like the sacred art they were. Eren’s body was a masterpiece – one to be cherished, adored, and exalted.

But Levi wasn’t here to worship.

He had no interest in that.

Not today.  

Right now, he wanted to defile.

There was no tenderness in the way his fingers dug into the supple curve of Eren’s cheeks, no trace of veneration in the primal growl that rumbled deep in his chest. It was hunger – raw, possessive, and utterly insatiable. He didn’t crave softness, not now, not with the heat of his desire and anger burning through every rational thought.

Without hesitation, he spat directly onto the delicate crease of Eren’s ass, his grip firm as he parted those plush cheeks to watch the glistening trail of saliva slide languidly into the shadowed cleft. The sight sent a jolt of heat straight to his core, his pulse hammering in his ears.

A sharp gasp shattered the air, louder now, uninhibited, as Eren tilted his head to the side, his chest heaving as he fought to draw breath. The sound – desperate and unguarded – stoked the fire in Levi’s veins, his cock throbbing with an almost painful intensity. Releasing Eren’s wrists, he reached instead for the tangled chestnut hair, barely contained in its messy bun, and wound it tightly around his fist. With a deliberate tug, he yanked Eren’s head back.  

This time, no cry escaped Eren’s lips, though his body betrayed him, writhing sinuously beneath his weight. Levi’s gaze traced the constellation of goosebumps blooming across Eren’s exposed spine, each one a testament to the tension coiling between them. Eren’s back muscles rippled, taut and trembling, as Levi’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling with just enough force to teeter on the edge of pain. Yet, only the faintest whimper slipped free, barely audible, as Levi caught the glint of Eren’s teeth sinking into his lower lip, a desperate bid to cage the sounds threatening to spill.

And then, like a spark igniting kindling, it hit him. He understood why Eren fought so hard to hold back, why he stifled the cries that his touch so clearly demanded.

“Is that it? Not gonna give me those sweet sounds again?” Levi’s voice was another low, guttural growl as he leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of Eren’s ear, hot breath fanning across sensitive skin.

Eren flinched, his body tensing before he purposely buried his face deeper into the cushion, muffling any response, denying Levi what he was after.

And maybe he deserved it.

Hell, he definitely deserved it.

But he wasn’t the only one in the wrong here, and the stubborn fire in his chest refused to let Eren have the upper hand. Not this time.

Straightening, he released Eren’s tangled hair, his hands instead finding the soft, yielding flesh of Eren’s ass. He spread the cheeks wide open with a possessive grip, spitting directly onto the tight, puckered entrance for a second time. His gaze lingered for a fleeting moment, watching the glistening trail of his saliva slide down to Eren’s perineum. Then, without pause, he pressed two fingers into the unprepared heat, the intrusion rough and heedless of Eren’s comfort.

A keening wail tore from Eren, stifled against the couch, not nearly as loud as Levi hungered for but enough to send a thrill through him. The sound was paired with tremors that shuddered through Eren’s frame, as though he was barely holding on. Sweat-dampened hair clung to his neck, another shiver cascading down his spine as his hole clenched instinctively around Levi’s fingers – always so responsive, always silently pleading for more.

Levi thrust his fingers deeper, the motion forceful and relentless. The saliva was barely sufficient as lubricant, each drag tight and surely stinging, and his mind flashed to the dull ache still pulsing in his own cheek.

Without warning, he added a third finger, then a fourth in quick succession, stretching Eren further.

Eren’s resolve finally shattered. A scream more than a moan ripped from him, a guttural howl, that echoed like the cry of a wounded animal, dissolving into a broken sob. His hips jerked forward, grinding into the couch, fingers clawing at the pillows, nails sinking into the fabric. It was not hard to imagine how Eren’s cock must have looked like. Swollen, dripping with precum, ready to burst.

And then Levi saw it.

Eren turned his face to the side, revealing parted lips and tightly shut eyelids that fluttered with every deep, curling thrust of his fingers.

Tears.

Thick, glistening tears rolled down Eren’s flushed cheeks, soaking the cushion beneath his trembling form.

Another sob clawed its way from his bruised lips before his eyes snapped open. With the next blink, a fresh tear escaped, but Eren’s gaze was a blade of ice.

And it was too much again.

Too raw, too exposed.

Levi couldn’t bear to look at Eren like this – splayed out, overly emotional, yet still fighting him – for another second.

His hands shook as he fumbled with his jeans, shoving them down just enough to free his pulsating length, all traces of restraint cast aside like ash in the wind. He refused to bare himself fully, to reveal more than this filthy, desperate act demanded. This was about purging the coiled frustration knotted tight in his chest, not about offering some type of vulnerability. And Eren was doing the same – still clothed, jeans bunched around his thighs, hoodie shoved up haphazardly, a silent agreement that neither would surrender more than this. Yet, despite the invisible wall built between them, Levi’s need for Eren consumed him, a bone-deep ache that set his hands trembling with the ferocity of his want.  

His gaze locked onto Eren’s face, their eyes meeting as Levi positioned himself against Eren’s stretched, slick entrance. For a heartbeat, time froze – nothing but the sound of their ragged breaths filling the otherwise silent living room. The pounding in Levi’s ears drowned out the world, his pulse roaring, blood surging to his throbbing cock where it twitched in his grip, poised to claim, to take. To seize something back and to ruin even more than he already had, to feel – for one fleeting moment – something other than the hollow ache of sadness and heartbreak.

Never breaking Eren’s gaze, Levi spat into his fist, coating his length with a rough, perfunctory swipe before he drove himself inside with a single, brutal thrust. Eren’s lips parted, a loud, unguarded moan spilling out as his eyes rolled back, fluttering shut despite his effort to hold his stare. The tight heat enveloped Levi, a paradox of resistance and relief. He grunted, the sensation both punishing and liberating, as if he could finally draw a full breath after suffocating for too long.

His lungs expanded as he bottomed out, Eren’s walls clenching around him as Levi wrung soft whines and hiccupping gasps from his lips. He pulled out only to slam back in with merciless force, the motion rocking them both against the couch and dragging Eren’s body upward until his head pressed against the armrest, forcing Eren to brace himself to keep his neck from straining or his skull from colliding with the unyielding cushion.

Levi couldn’t tell whose moans filled the air. Maybe a mixture of them both, raw and unrestrained now, as if a dam had shattered, releasing a flood of pent-up pressure. He buried his face in Eren’s neck, hips grinding relentlessly, each thrust driving his cock deeper, stretching Eren further, making Eren his for the hundredth time but never in a way he truly wished for.

This had to be enough, though.

With his nose pressed against Eren’s throat, he inhaled deeply, the familiar scent hitting him like a line of coke, dizzying and spurning him on. His senses burned, his jaw clenching involuntarily as his lips grazed Eren’s skin, teeth scraping lightly as he quickened his pace, chasing every whimper and sob that broke free.

Plastered against Eren’s back, Levi felt a trembling hand searching blindly, fumbling until it found his own, resting beside Eren’s shoulder. He didn’t falter, his hips pounding into Eren’s heat with ruthless vehemence because it felt so fucking good. But something softened in him – pity, perhaps, for Eren or for himself – and he allowed them both a moment of indulgence. He simply couldn’t resist when Eren’s fingers sought to intertwine with his.

So, Levi didn’t pull away. Their hands tangled together, fingers curling tightly against the cushion as he thrust harder, each movement more unforgiving than the last. His knee ached, wedged awkwardly against the couch’s upholstery, but no pain could stop him now – not when he was unraveling Eren, breaking him open just as he felt himself fracturing.

Let his knee shatter. At least he was shattering Eren, too.

Oh, how wrecked Eren sounded, trapped beneath his weight, his knuckles blanched from clutching his fingers as he drooled against the cushion, each gut-wrenching moan spilling out with abandon. The sight of him – so completely undone – stoked the primal urge surging through Levi. It was back in full force. Eren’s neck, arched and exposed, and so goddamn tempting, was practically begging to be marked.

Claimed.

Owned.

But he couldn’t.

No.

He wouldn’t.

Even as his self-control frayed, his teeth bared in a near-feral snarl, his body taught with the urge to bite, Levi fought to hold himself back. A familiar heat coiled in his gut, a pleasure so intense it threatened to erupt at any moment. His fingers fumbled for a pillow beside him as he panted, breaths labored. With a final glance at Eren’s heaving form – his sweat-slicked neck glistening under the light streaming through the expansive windows – Levi pressed the pillow to his face, stifling a desperate groan as he surged forward, sinking his teeth into the fabric instead of Eren’s skin.

The muffled sound did little to mask his raw need, and Eren, ever perceptive, caught it. A soft snort escaped him, morphing into a high-pitched whine as Levi ground against his prostate, sending Eren’s body into shuddering spasms. He could tell Eren was close – limbs jolting and jerking uncontrollably, sounds growing more frantic, more unhinged with each thrust, each deliberate press against that sensitive bundle of nerves.

But Levi didn’t feel generous. He halted abruptly, buried to the hilt inside Eren, his cock shoved deep with no intention of moving again. The sudden stillness drew a broken sob and an enraged groan from Eren. His glare was venomous, shooting daggers from where his cheek was mashed against the couch, a damp spot the size of an egg pooling beneath him.

“Fucking move.” Eren hissed, baring his teeth in a futile threat, pinned immobile beneath Levi.

Uncurling his fingers from Eren’s easily, Levi’s lips stretched into a smirk – a wicked, self-satisfied grin that reveled in the reaction he’d provoked as he released the pillow. His cock throbbed, and the sight of Eren’s fury alone could have pushed him over the edge, but he held back. The rage in Eren’s eyes was too delicious, a reward sweeter than release. In this moment, he was winning, and Eren couldn’t turn the tables. No, it was his turn to take and… to demand.

“Beg.”

The command was simple, laced with a sickening gratification as he waited for Eren’s reaction. Eren’s eyes narrowed to slits, his lips twisting into a snarl. “Fuck you,” he spat, writhing uselessly in Levi’s grip. But there was no escape – he was utterly at Levi’s mercy, and Levi – God – how Levi savored that knowledge.   

He bucked forward once, a quick, shallow thrust that drew a needy whine from Eren’s bruised lips, his mouth falling open, unable to close again.

“Beg,” Levi repeated, his voice low and dangerous. He slid a finger between them, tracing the taut, puffy rim where his cock stretched Eren’s hole painfully wide, coaxing a shudder from him. “Beg like I know you can, or you won’t get to finish.”

Hiding his face in the couch, Eren muffled a frustrated sob against the fabric. When he lifted his head, his gaze still burned with fury, but his voice cracked, though the words leaving his lips were sharp as knives. “I hate you.”

They struck harder than any slap Levi had endured that day. They didn’t bruise his skin or sting his face – they pierced his heart, slicing it right open. The conviction in Eren’s voice felt too serious.

It sounded like Eren meant it for real.

Levi’s mind scrambled for a response, but nothing came. His throat constricted, swallowing shards of glass his heart fractured. All he could manage was a tight, pained hum, his face betraying nothing but the faintest flicker of hurt.

It nearly felt too easy what he did next.

Almost mechanically, he withdrew from Eren, the sudden absence jarring. He rose, tucked himself back into his pants, and moved to the kitchen with a numbness that dulled his senses. It felt as though he was in shock. Rummaging through a glass cabinet, he pulled out a bottle of tequila and took a swig straight from it. The burn was nothing compared to the echo of Eren’s words searing through his mind, now loud and clear again – forcing him to feel everything they conveyed.

He didn’t glance at Eren, still sprawled on the sofa. Instead, he braced himself against the kitchen island, forearms pressed into the wood, the tequila bottle dangling from one hand while the other clenched into a fist.

The room was silent, heavy with unspoken words.

And maybe there wasn’t anything to say at all until –

“This was the last time.” Came from the couch, quiet, soft and almost crestfallen, yet resolute.

Levi’s desecrated heart stuttered. Could this hurt more than the last blow?

“What?” His voice was thin, stripped of anger, laced only with disbelief and raw pain. The tequila was failing miserably in numbing his emotions.

Eren sat up, straightening his hoodie, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth, and retying his messy bun. He avoided Levi’s gaze, focusing on fixing his disheveled appearance as if he hadn’t been railed on that very spot moments ago.  

“I said, this was the last time.” Eren repeated, his tone final.

The words landed like another slap – maybe even an actual punch to the gut, one with a baseball bat and threatening to force the tequila back up. Levi shook his head, staring at Eren, who still refused to meet his eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

But deep down, he knew exactly what Eren meant. Worse, he knew Eren was right – a truth he wouldn’t acknowledge, to himself or out loud. Admitting it would mean Eren had won, and Levi couldn’t bear that.

But Eren left him no choice.

“I’m ending this.”

A bitter snort escaped Levi’s lips, and at last, Eren finally looked back at him. Their eyes locked, and for a fleeting moment, something flickered in Eren’s expression – something softer, vulnerable, maybe just as broken as Levi felt right now, the opposite of his resolve. But it vanished, just as quick as it had appeared – swallowed by pride and defiance.

Eren’s emotional isolation made his next move easier, though it did little to dull the pain throbbing in his chest.

“Didn’t know there was anything to end to begin with.” He retorted, his voice sharp, his gaze hardening into something cold and detached. He retreated into the familiar shell he’d worn before their argument had spiraled into something physical.

With that, Levi turned and climbed the stairs, abandoning Eren on the couch, next to his heart, the bottle of tequila still in hand. Locking himself in his bedroom, he was certain Eren wouldn’t follow as he fell onto his mattress just to stare blankly at the ceiling.

Three minutes later, the front door clicked shut.

-March 20, 2021-

It was nearly nine in the evening when Levi’s carefully guarded solitude crashed like a derailed train, with a single, exuberant announcement.

Perhaps it wasn’t just solitude that crumbled – maybe it was the brittle frugality of his spirit, or worse, the jagged misery that had burrowed deep into his chest. A misery sharper, deeper than the one that had plagued him in January, its edges honed by time and regret.

“Eren! You’re finally here, my dear! So glad you could make it!”

Hange’s voice sliced through the room’s low hum, bright and happy, forcing Levi to flinch at its sheer volume. They were always so goddamn loud. The sound of hurried footsteps followed as Hange abandoned him and Mike, their enthusiasm a living thing, darting across the room toward where Levi assumed Eren stood. He didn’t need to check to imagine the scene – Hange’s arms likely wrapped Eren in a suffocating hug, their joy over like light from a cracked door.

He refused to turn and witness it for himself, to see Hange’s face sparkling with excitement – not for their own birthday celebration, but for Eren.

Everyone burned brighter in Eren’s orbit. Sometimes so much only ash remained.

The world itself seemed to bend, straining to mirror even a fraction of his radiance, always falling short but trying nonetheless.

Levi, though, stood beneath a perpetual storm cloud, his aura steeped in shadow and melancholy. It seeped from him, pooling into dark puddles that others sidestepped with care. It wasn’t the first time – his emo-punk phase from the early days of his music career had been drenched in the same gloom – but this was different, more consuming. Even Erwin had noticed, his concern creeping into comments about his brooding mood, followed by yet another suggestion of therapy. Always fucking therapy.

It was a suggestion Levi quickly denied, snapping at his friend with more venom than intended, shutting Erwin down but not stopping the worried glances or the occasional text messages that followed.

Hange was no better – maybe a bit more on the reproachful than caring side. The crack in their friendship with Eren still lingered, despite Hange having no hand in the release of Marley. Eren had felt betrayed – maybe he still did. Levi wouldn’t know. Hange had stopped confiding in him about Eren, sealing that door shut.

Not that it was any of his business.

Not anymore.

He swirled the whisky sour in his hand, its amber glow dim under the room’s warm lights. The drink’s flavor matched his mood – flat, uninspired, utterly forgettable. Lately, nothing sparked a reaction in him, not even the sharp tang of a lemon. Nothing could compare to the vibrancy Eren had stolen from his world when he left.

It was also the reason for the song writing hiatus No Name was taking. Because without a muse, there was no art. And his other band mates sucked at poetry.

Hollowed out, Levi felt like an empty vessel, and the only thing seeping into the void was irritation, slow and viscous, pooling in his chest. Why the fuck had Eren shown up to Hange’s little gathering?

Even after making it painfully clear what he thought of Levi – and of seeing him again.

But this wasn’t about them – it was about Hange, the one person Eren actually cared about.

Levi stared into his drink, watching the ice cube dissolve, much like the fragile mask he’d worn for the night. He was far from fine. Drowning in a sea of his own misery and the cascade of wrong, ugly choices that had led him to where he stood rigid, refusing to face Eren, his gaze fixed anywhere but on him. The urge to flee gripped him so he wouldn’t have to bear the presence of the one he loved but had hurt so deeply.

As already established, talking it out wasn’t an option, nor was ignoring Eren entirely. No force on earth could make Levi pretend Eren wasn’t in the room. But leaving early? That would hand Eren a cruel kind of victory, and his pride wouldn’t allow it. So he stood, trapped in a dilemma, weighing two painful evils without knowing which demon he could face.

For now, he remained rooted beside Mike, forcing his lips into a neutral line, though inside, he recoiled at every syllable that fell from Eren’s mouth. He didn’t need to hear the conversation to feel the sting, not even ear plugs would’ve made a difference. Eren’s careless laughter with their mutual friends reached him as if Levi wasn’t the thread that had once tied them all together. It was enough to set his blood simmering – and not in the good way.

Even the second whisky sour of the night couldn’t help. A third wouldn’t either.

He’d stolen one glance at Eren over the past hour, his eyes darting over Eren’s frame for a fleeting second – just long enough to drink him in, in all his beauty. Eren’s hair grazed his shoulders now, brushing the bare skin where his oversized shirt slipped, revealing a stretch of flawless skin Levi was no longer permitted to touch.

Maybe it was better this way. Maybe Eren had done them a favor.

And yet, Levi longed for it.

Longed for Eren.

At this point, he’d take any scrap, any piece Eren was willing to give.

But pride and pain held him back, too raw to beg for forgiveness, too scared to ask.

So that quick, clandestine glance was all he allowed himself. It didn’t matter that it was over in a second, its aftermath lingered, like a slow poison spreading through every muscle, vein, and bone. Each of Eren’s carefree laughs deepened the wound, a reminder that, to Eren, Levi might as well not exist.

Eren had never truly cared, had he? He wasn’t the one in love – not with Levi. But certainly, with another man.  

Now he truly understood what it meant to be discarded, to feel the weight of being used, as Eren had once accused him of doing. He scoffed bitterly to himself, downing the last of his second drink. The taste remained as bland as before, curling his lips into a snarl. This wasn’t enough anymore. He needed something stronger to survive tonight.

And Eren wasn’t his only vice.

*** ***

It took him longer than he’d anticipated – half an hour to be exact. 30 minutes of mounting frustration, fueled by Eren’s ceaseless banter with Erwin and Nanaba, their social media manager, before Levi finally escaped to one of the upstairs bathrooms. He didn’t bother locking the door; Hange might’ve frowned on the habit, but in the whirlwind of Hollywood parties and excess, it was practically standard to snort some lines without a care for privacy. Truth be told, an event without some trace of substance abuse would be the real anomaly.

He was just following the trend, alright?

A never-ending, unhealthy, perhaps mildly alarming trend.

So here he was, engaging in exactly that, emptying the pockets of his jeans and carelessly dumping a tiny capsule of cocaine onto the marble countertop. He rifled through his wallet for the metal credit card, then fumbled for the glass straw. Once everything was assembled, Levi didn’t hesitate – pouring a small pile of cocaine onto the cold stone and deftly shaping it into a thin, precise line.

“Fucking finally.” He muttered under his breath, rubbing his hands together in anticipation, as if he were about to savor the finest meal of his life. Not that the taste was pleasant once the substance slid down his throat, but the rush that followed? That would be worth it. Or, at the very least, it’d make the night more bearable.

Leaning down, he positioned the tooter against one nostril, pinching the other shut with a finger, and inhaled along the path of white. He took his time, relishing the sharp burn as the coke seared his mucosa, focusing on the instant euphoria that flooded his senses.

He was halfway through when suddenly the door swung open, and his head snapped toward the sound.

There, leaning against the broad frame, Eren raised an eyebrow, one arm stretched above his head, his posture lifting his shirt to reveal nearly his entire torso.

For a moment, they just stared at each other. Levi must’ve looked absurd, bent over the counter, straw pressed to his nose, eyes wide with surprise and confusion. Eren, by contrast, seemed far too at ease, a smirk tugging at his lips.

It reminded Levi of various past encounters like this one – Eren’s bold, teasing grin before he’d pounce, demanding his cock with a hunger that left Levi reeling.

But that was then. He couldn’t imagine Eren doing that now.

“Mind racking one up for me too?”

The tooter nearly slipped from Levi’s fingers as he blinked, completely caught off guard. What the hell?

“What?” He blurted, still blinking, unsure if he’d misheard or if the coke was already kicking in, conjuring Eren in his oversized, cropped Attack on Titan shirt, belly button and happy trail exposed, baggy pants slung so low they left little to Levi’s rapidly spiraling imagination.

Eren nodded toward the remaining line on the bathroom counter.

And were these really the first words between them after weeks of radio silence?

Apparently so.

Levi wiped at his nose, sniffling against the burn as he straightened up, eyes narrowing at Eren’s infuriatingly casual stance. The air between them crackled – tension thick with all the things left unsaid and something else simmering beneath it. Eren’s gaze lingered on the counter for a moment before flicking back to Levi, his lips curving into yet another faint, provocative smirk.

“Thought you hated me,” Levi said, his voice low – almost indifferent – and yet, the accusation it carried was razor-sharp. He tapped the glass straw against the marble, knocking off the residue with repose. But he didn’t prepare another line. Not yet. Instead, he leaned back against the sink, arms crossing over his chest as he studied Eren like a puzzle he couldn’t solve.

He failed, of course. Miserably.

Eren’s eye twitched before he shrugged, pushing off the doorframe with a lazy grace, jeans dragging lightly across the tiled floor. “Didn’t think you’d care.”

And how could Eren be so fucking blind? Levi almost snorted out loud.

Eren was all he cared about. Day and night. Even now. Even after all the silence and weeks without a word.

Swallowing the flood of words he wanted to hurl like knives, he nodded toward the half-finished line still resting on the counter. “Suit yourself,” he muttered eventually, once he trusted his voice not to betray him. He held out the straw, watching Eren like he was about to detonate.

Eren’s eyes shot to the remaining coke, his brows raising in theatrical disappointment. “Oh, I see… we’re not feeling very generous tonight.”

Now, Levi actually snorted.

Of course Eren was going to be an ungrateful shit. In the past, it might’ve amused Levi – it would’ve drawn out a chuckle, maybe a smirk, and then he’d retort with some filthy quip about snorting coke off his dick if Eren was that desperate for a hit. If Eren was so starved for a high, Levi would’ve gladly turned it into a game. But not now. Not tonight. Now, it only stoked the irritation already simmering beneath his skin, a slow burn that had been steadily escalating ever since Eren walked into the party like nothing had happened. And with every nerve ending jacked up and raw, his drug-fueled senses straining toward the edge of aggression, it hit different – sharper, hotter, worse.

“I’m more generous than I should be, believe me.” He deadpanned, rubbing at his tender nose again as he glared at Eren with eyes like ice.

Unexpectedly, Eren didn’t shoot back with a snarky remark. Instead, he huffed, snatched the straw from his hand, and walked past him without another word. Bending down, Eren inhaled far too quickly, and took the rest of the line in one harsh drag. His head tipped back, neck arched as he groaned, sniffling through the burn, eyes blinking, shoulders trembling.

“Fuck.” Eren hissed, stumbling back a step and thudding lightly into the tiled wall behind him.

A beat passed. Then came a bitter little chuckle – quiet, mirthless. Levi just stood there, watching him, struck by a kind of unwanted fascination. Why was Eren still so goddamn enticing? His chest pounded, heart thudding like it might burst out of his ribs, and he couldn’t tell if it was the drug needling through his veins or just the sight in front of him. Maybe both. His pupils dilated as he stared, dazed and electrified.

Love really was the hardest drug of them all.

Then, Eren’s head tilted back, turning to him, a tired smile tugging at his lips, eyes locking with Levi’s.  

“I thought this would help.”

The words sounded off – defeated, almost disappointed in himself. And Levi saw it. Maybe it wasn’t quite the same expression he’d been wearing all night – or for the past few weeks – but it was close enough.

“Yeah,” He agreed, breathless, the words slipping out on an exhale he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Me too.”

In the next second, they were on each other.

Levi didn’t know who reached for the other first. Didn’t care. All he knew was his hands were on Eren – neck, waist – and Eren was flush against the wall, pressed there by sheer need. The cold tiles burned against his skin, grounding him only barely as Eren’s fingers threaded into his hair, tugging him in for a kiss that was months in the making.

God, how he’d missed him.

And God, how it hurt – how it still fucking hurt. Even through the blur of the high.

The kiss was wild and aggressive, desperation bleeding through every swirl of their tongues and scrape of their teeth, and it stayed that way even when Levi tore his mouth away to press it against Eren’s throat, his fingers digging firm into the skin while his teeth grazed right below the curve of Eren’s Adam’s apple.

“This –” Eren moaned, body trembling in his hold, nails scratching against his scalp in that painfully perfect way, “This – fuck – is an exception.”

Levi barely lifted his head, lips dragging lower along the crook of Eren’s neck, tasting him like a starving man.

“Is it now?” He murmured against the skin, shoving a knee between Eren’s thighs to coax another sweet moan from him.

He didn’t believe a word of it.

And the way Eren’s cock twitched against his thigh told him he was right not to.

“It is.” Eren gasped, but the waver of his voice and the way his hips started to move on their own accord told another story. His protests melted into a whine, his body betraying him completely as he rocked against Levi’s.

Levi finally pulled back, panting, forcing himself to look. Really look.

Eren was an utter mess – eyes glazed, pupils blown wide, his cheeks flushed with heat and something overwhelming needy. The sight of him made it even harder to breathe. All the air left his lungs at once, like he’d been punched in the gut. And when Eren’s hand slipped from his hair down to his chest, resting directly above his pounding heart, Levi swore he felt it stop.

There was no way Eren couldn’t feel it.

How much Levi wanted him.

How deeply he’d missed him.

But if Eren did – he didn’t let it show.

So, Levi let Eren lie.

To himself.

To both of them.

He let Eren pretend this would be a one-time-thing – even though those pleading eyes said otherwise. Even though his entire body contradicted every word that might come later.

It was enough.

More than Levi ever thought he’d get back.

“Okay.” He rasped at last, sealing the unspoken truth with another kiss.

Of course, it didn’t end with a quick fuck on Hange’s bed. Because Eren might not have been his only vice – but he was the strongest. And Levi always relapsed the second he got a taste.

Even when it burned like hell.

-April 01, 2021-

Levi [10:01 PM]
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Levi [10:13 PM]
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Eren [10:19 PM]
is that some kind of april fools joke?

Levi [10:20 PM]
does it look like one?

Levi [10:23 PM]
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-April 05, 2021-

Levi [02:45 PM]
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-April 08, 2021-

Levi [11:33 AM]
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-April 10, 2021-

Levi [07:57 PM]
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-April 11, 2021-

Levi [10:08 AM]
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Eren [10:10 AM]
code still the same?

Levi smirked down at the text, cock still in hand, still hard as fuck.

Finally, he thought as he opened the camera app to snap a picture of his exposed abdomen and leaking erection.

Levi [10:11 AM]
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Why don’t you come and find out? 

*** ***

The moment Levi turned the doorknob, he barely managed “Well… that was easier than –” before Eren launched himself forward. The sheer force of Eren’s enthusiastic pounce nearly sent them sprawling, their bodies colliding with a thud against the hallway wall.

His quick reflexes thankfully steadied them, his hands instinctively gripping Eren’s waist as their lips met in a fervent, breathless assault. The impact against his back drew a low groan from him, the sound muffled as Eren seized the opportunity, his tongue slipping past his lips in a bold, eager invasion that Levi welcomed with equal fervour.

His hands slid lower, fingers curling possessively around Eren’s ass before hoisting him, eliciting a surprise squeal. It wasn’t quite enough for Eren to wrap his legs around his waist, but the sudden lift sent a shiver down Eren’s frame, his body pressing even closer. Levi’s lips broke away briefly, trailing to Eren’s throat as he gasped for air, his voice rough and urgent.

“Where do you want it?”

Eren’s response was a needy moan, his body trembling as Levi’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin on his neck, certainly leaving a faint sting in their wake. “Don’t care,” he breathed, his fingers digging into Levi’s shoulders, nails biting through the fabric as he ground himself against Levi’s torso, chasing friction. “Just fuck me hard.”

Because apparently, that was all they were good at.

Chapter Text

❦───── E + R ─────❦

❦───── With love ─────❦

-September 21, 2021-

There was only one thing worse than a birthday party.

Boom.

A wedding.

And what a wedding it was.

Not even five minutes in, and Levi already wanted to shoot himself. Unlike most celebrations, it wasn’t because he despised festivities in general. No, this was different. This time, it was the circumstances that made him want to disappear into the nearest bottle of scotch – or fire to escape.

The venue was exactly what he’d expected: overpriced, luxurious in every possible way imaginable, and overwhelmingly beige. A showcase of every single shade of crème, bursting with florals and filled to the brim with people he was almost certain neither Eren nor Reiner genuinely cared about. But of course, that didn’t matter, did it? This wasn’t about meaning. It was about appearances.

And appearances, Levi thought grimly, were a fucking nightmare.

Normally, he would’ve taken comfort in not being the groom – the one trembling at the end of the aisle, seconds away from crying in front of friends and strangers like a pitiful little shit.

But today… today was different.

Today, he reconsidered his hatred for weddings and maybe even marriage.

Truthfully, he’d been reconsidering a lot in the months leading up to this exact moment.

Like the lies he told himself just to keep pretending everything was fine.

Those lies had led him to the hardest decision of his life: He was going to end things with Eren.

For real this time.

Not because Eren had called it off again – he hadn’t. They’d been fucking almost weekly right up until Eren got too busy with wedding preparations. Their encounters had become quick, brutal, and colder than ever – far rougher than when it had all started two years ago. There wasn’t even any real eye contact. At this point, Levi was more acquainted with Eren’s backside than with his face.

And the real dealbreaker?

None of it spared Levi from the gnawing emptiness in his chest. No amount of sex dulled the ache that had taken root.

It was impossible to ignore now – the hunger for something deeper, emotional, lasting. Something Eren wouldn’t give him. Rightfully so, he supposed. Not now, after everything Levi had done in the name of heartbreak and betrayal.

Bending Eren over the kitchen counter didn’t do it anymore. Tying him up, using him the way Eren claimed Levi only wanted him – that wasn’t how Levi wanted to spend his time with the person he loved.

And he did love him.

God, he still loved him so fucking much.

Too much, maybe.

So much that the only thing left to do was cut the cord – walk away, make space, let the wounds close before they bled him dry. Before Eren had the chance to tear them open again.

Yeah, suppression only worked for so long.

Not long enough, apparently. 

And in some twisted way Levi blamed Reiner for it. That unwavering inconvenience. That constant reminder of what he would never have.

The man who had the audacity to ask him – him – to write a goddamn love song for his first dance as a married man. A song that was long overdue and had shattered every wall Levi had spent months carefully rebuilding just to survive sleeping with Eren after everything that had happened. Because it had been even worse to go on without having Eren at all. Up until he’d sat down and started writing.

So now, here he was, at Eren’s wedding.

He’d sworn himself he would patiently sit through it. Sit in that damn chair, endure the torturous exchange of vows – listen to every word he’d once dreamed of being spoken to him, now whispered to someone else.

He would do what he’d promised. 

Write the song.

Keep his composure.

Redeem himself, maybe, in some quiet, pathetic way.

And then he’d walk out. A free man. Heartbroken, but free.

This was supposed to be his goodbye.

No scenes. No drama. That was Eren’s specialty, not his.

That had been the plan.

But of course, things never went as expected. Not with Levi and Eren. Not ever.

Standing between Hange, Moblit, and Armin, champagne glass in hand, waiting for the signal to take one of the hundred chairs baking in the blazing California sun, Levi felt his leg jitter so violently it was hard to stay upright. The mere thought of Eren walking down that aisle – eyes shining, tears streaming – not for him, but Reiner… It was enough to make him nauseous on the spot.

This was worse than the engagement party. So much worse.

And it wasn’t even a surprise. Today’s ending had been carved in stone for months. Yet the dread was unbearable. So sharp it turned physical.

Levi shoved his half-empty champagne flute into Moblit’s hand before he could shatter yet another damn glass, then made a break for where he hoped the bathrooms would be. The Château was enormous – a labyrinth of old money and architectural ego. He headed toward the first floor, taking the stairs two at a time, desperate to put as much distance between himself and everyone else in case his stomach decided to betray him.

The hallway he stumbled into felt far too secluded, far too private to be meant for the general public – but honestly, he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when he was seconds away from throwing up the breakfast he hadn’t even eaten.

Then the dizziness hit.

He stopped – bent over, hands on knees, chest heaving.

Eventually, Levi let himself slide down to sit against the wall, head tilted back, eyes closed, trying to get a grip on emotions that had long since broken past containment.

Fucking damn it.

Why now?

Why here?

This had to be the worst timing ever.  

He focused on his breathing, slow and deep, until the pounding in his chest eased just enough for him to open his eyes. As he blinked against the soft light streaming through a massive window overlooking the ceremony site, Levi’s gaze landed on a door directly across from him.

It was just there, beaming at him.

Maybe as a warning.

Maybe as a sign.

E.Y. 

The initials were etched in the squiggliest golden script, framed by a border of delicate white lilies. Perfect.

A little over the top, but exquisite.

Everything Eren Yeager was.

Levi was still nauseous when he opened the door without thinking, and he was on the verge of tears when he found Eren sitting on a burgundy velvet couch, casually scrolling through his phone. As if this wasn’t the most important day of his life – just another occasion to kill time. It might have been amusing, even absurd, if Levi wasn’t completely undone the moment Eren’s eyes snapped up at the sound of the door creaking open and his hesitant footsteps crossing the threshold.

And then Eren said it –

“What are you doing here?”

His voice wasn’t cold but startled. His eyes wide, almost panicked, as he quickly locked his phone and set it down beside him on the cushion.

Yeah… what was Levi doing here?

The Truth?

He didn’t know it either.

An explanation died on the tip of his tongue as he took in the sight of Eren. He could have said this was the most handsome – no, the most gorgeous – Eren has ever looked, but that wouldn’t have been true.

Because Levi had seen him completely bare. Naked, yes – but more than that.

Vulnerable. Trusting.

And not even Óscar de la Renta could outshine that version of him.  

Still, what he knew and felt was that seeing Eren now, in his ivory silk blouse adorned with hundreds of teardrop-shaped pearls, brown hair falling in soft waves to his shoulders, held back by a simple cream headband… it was almost too much to bear.

So this is how he looks when I lose him for good, Levi thought bitterly.

He hadn’t had the chance to really look at Eren in days. Maybe Eren had been avoiding him on purpose. Thinking about it now – yeah, he probably had. The fear and surprise in his expression said as much.

But it didn’t matter.

None of it did.

Levi just wanted to feel it – one last time. To hold on to what they had, even for a moment. Because by the end of the day, it would be gone.

“You look beautiful, you know?”

That’s what left his lips instead of the explanation he didn’t have.

And he couldn’t stop looking. Couldn’t stop drinking Eren in like he was dying of thirst. His mouth felt dry as dust, his throat tight with bitter sorrow and melancholy, the ache in his stomach sinking like a heavy stone. Breathing became difficult. It always was, around Eren. He had always taken Levi’s breath away, and the effect had never changed – immediate, overwhelming. Maybe not always for the same reasons. But over time, for so many more.

What had started as raw infatuation turned into something far worse and utterly devastating.

A slow, inevitable fall into unreciprocated love.

And now, it was crashing down on him all at once – an avalanche of every single missed opportunity, every moment he’d been too afraid to act, too paralyzed by doubt to reach out for what he wanted.

But it was too late.

Every chance, ripped away. Not stolen by fate, but discarded by his own hand.

His silence.

His fear.

His pride.

It all landed him here. To this.

To the fucking wedding – where he knelt before Eren like a beggar, completely at his mercy. And even now – especially now – Levi couldn’t stop himself from getting lost in the sight of the man who had torn his heart to pieces.

The hair. The eyes. The mouth.

The chin, the cheeks, the jaw – everything.

The way Eren just sat there. That impossible glow no one else could ever replicate. No one had ever been as bright as Eren.

Eren furrowed his brows – the only imperfection on an otherwise flawless face – and the crease didn’t fade as he swallowed.

“I do,” he said quietly, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of his white slacks. Then something in his expression shifted. Hardened.

“What are you doing here, Levi?”

This time, the question didn’t carry surprise. It landed like an accusation.

Levi didn’t answer. Instead, he closed the short distance between them. He stepped in front of Eren – still seated, still radiant, always pulling him into his orbit – and gently cupped his face in both hands, cradling Eren’s cheeks the same way he had in Tokyo. Like he was something delicate.

Fragile.

Like Levi might break him if he held on too tight.

His thumb brushed over Eren’s slightly parted lips as he studied him – really studied him. Maybe it was the first time in months they’d actually looked at each other. Even during the haze of sex, they’d avoided more than the bare minimum of eye contact.

“I don’t know.” He finally admitted.

And before Eren could respond, he leaned in and pressed their lips together in a soft kiss.

Eren melted into it instantly, arms wrapping around his back, an almost relieved breath escaping between them as he pulled Levi down with him.

But it didn’t last.

When Levi’s hands began to roam, trying to untuck the blouse from Eren’s dress pants, Eren gasped and turned his head away. One hand clutched Levi’s shoulder, fingers digging into the fabric of his grey suit; the other pressed flat against his chest.

“S-stop,” Eren stammered, even as he tilted his head back, exposing the smooth column of his neck. “We should –” another gasp broke loose, when Levi kissed him right below his jaw, “Stop.”

A small whine followed as Levi’s hand slid from his face to his neck, gently guiding his mouth lower, pressing a kiss against the fluttering pulse beneath his skin.  

“We should.” Levi agreed, nosing at Eren’s neck before he kissed his pulse point. His fingers worked the buttons on Eren’s shirt, undoing them with deft movements and not much of a struggle. Soon enough, Eren’s stomach was bare and Levi’s mouth wandered down south kissing every ripple and every crease of toned muscle and tanned skin.

“You should go back to the others.” Eren breathed, the words were thin and strapped of resolve.

“I should.” Levi answered between pecks.

He made his way down until he eventually had to squat and came to kneel between Eren’s legs. Overwhelmed, he needed a moment to collect himself and just simply place his head against Eren’s heated skin, forehead resting on his stomach that lifted and lowered in an accelerated pace.

He didn’t even want to go any further than this, if he was completely being honest with himself. No. What he really wanted was to be close to Eren. Actually close – not emotionally detached – for one last time. And Levi would always cross that fine line between them again, wouldn’t he? He couldn’t help himself. That’s why he had to stop after today. He was literally buried in Eren’s lap and not sure what he was supposed to do next – burst into tears or do what he did best.

Carefully removing his head from its spot, he looked up at Eren, and this time it was Eren who cupped his cheek and jaw into a hand. Just holding him in his palm, eyeing him as though he tried to understand Levi’s motives.

Levi leaned into the tender touch, closing his eyes as he felt a thumb brush against his cheekbone.

“Oh, Levi…” He heard Eren sigh, it sounded distraught and sweet at the same time.

Swallowing thickly, Levi opened his eyes again.

“Eren…”

His nails dug into Eren’s thighs, searching for something – anything – to hold onto when his courage began to slip. His voice faltered. The words vanished before they could form. It was so hard to find them. Maybe because there were none left to hide behind. No more lies he could tell – to Eren or to himself – that might shield him from the truth he’d been carrying since last December.

There was no reason to invent another excuse, no twisted logic to wrap around his feelings like armor. Not anymore.

No more lies.

No more cryptic half-measures.

No more pretending this was anything other than what it really was: A loss.

Eren had won.

And all that was left was to accept it.

But before he walked away – for good – he could at least offer one last truth. One thing unfiltered and genuine. There was no point in hiding anymore, not behind riddles, not behind sex, not behind silence or revenge.

So Levi inhaled, slow and steady, bracing himself for the confession that had been sitting in his chest for months.

 “I need to tell you something…”

Eren just stared at him, breath catching in his throat, but he didn’t move. His hand stayed exactly where it was – resting on Levi’s cheek, warm and unwavering.

As if urging him to go on.

As if silently pleading: Say it.

It was now or never.

“Eren, I –”

The door flew open.

And the window of opportunity slammed shut as both of them snapped their heads toward the sound.

“Eren, Dad wanted to know if – What the fuck?!”

Zeke stood in the doorway, frozen mid-step, eyes wide and unblinking as the scene before him registered: Levi, still kneeling in front of Eren; Eren’s blouse undone; his hand still cupping Levi’s face. It dropped a second later, as if burned.

Levi shot to his feet in an instant, hastily straightening his suit, fingers raking through his tousled hair just as Zeke exploded.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!”

Whatever Levi had planned – whatever had been on the tip of his tongue – was blown to hell. Eren let out a strangled gasp, panic flashing across his face as he fumbled to button his shirt. His gaze darted back and forth between Levi and his brother, full of fear, his entire body trembling.

And Levi?

He couldn’t move once he stood.

His heart thundered in his chest, a tremor running down his spine like a bucket of ice water had been poured over him. Every muscle locked up.

Everything froze.

All three of them stood in the thick, unbearable weight of what had just been exposed. Zeke’s chest heaved after his first outburst, and then he just stared, eyes dark and unreadable. Levi couldn’t tell if a punch was coming – or if Eren would be the one to get hit. Maybe both.

“Zeke…” Eren was the first to speak again, his voice barely audible, thin and shaking.

Levi turned toward him – Eren was standing now, just behind him, still fumbling with the buttons of his wedding attire. But it didn’t matter. His face and chest were flushed. His lips, not quite swollen, still looked damp – sensitive. And his eyes – his eyes were glassy, brimming with tears.

The shirt wouldn’t do anything to erase any of the obvious evidence.

Fuck.

They were so fucked.

Worse, Eren was fucked.

And it was Levi’s fault. He had taken more than he meant to. Done more than he should have. Getting caught had never been the plan. He’d already done enough damage.

But now? Now it felt like everything about Levi was cursed – doomed to bring Eren down, piece by piece and this time for good. There was no way Eren would ever forgive him for this. Not after everything. Not after Marley.

“Listen… it’s –” Eren tried again, voice raw, but Zeke cut him off without hesitation.

“No. Don’t even start,” he snapped, his eyes burning as he adjusted his glasses with a sharp sigh. He flicked his gaze toward Levi – just briefly with all the disparagement one person could muster. That one glance was enough. Enough to make it clear that Zeke wished him nothing but the worst for the rest of his life.

Fair, Levi supposed.

Didn’t make the moment any less unbearable.

He felt utterly useless – helpless even. Still petrified and unsure if he was even allowed to speak – if he had any right to.

“You.” Zeke still didn’t look at him as he pointed – his eyes locked on Eren, trembling and exposed. “Fucking get out of here.”

Levi flinched. Then slowly turned to Eren, searching in his face for permission. Because he wouldn’t leave Eren to face this mess alone. He couldn’t.

He might have been a coward – maybe he still was. But he wouldn’t walk away now. Not when Eren was about to face the weight of his brother’s wrath. Not when Levi was at least half responsible for it.

This was supposed to be Eren’s day.

A happy day.

A day filled with laughter and vows and tears of joy – not dread, not fear, and certainly not this.

So Levi looked at him. And when their eyes finally met, Eren gave him the faintest shake of his head. That was all the answer Levi needed.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

And for the first time in his life, he meant every syllable. He didn’t say anything else – didn’t need to. Those words carried everything he had never been able to admit.

He was sorry. For all of it.

“It’s okay.” Eren whispered, brave enough to offer a small smile – one that wavered, then broke entirely when Zeke cleared his throat with deliberate impatience.

“Oh, Eren…”

The words slipped from Levi in a breathless, broken sigh – laden with regret. Then he turned. Walked past Zeke, who didn’t spare him so much as a scornful glance, arms folded tight across his chest. Levi pulled the door shut behind him, the click of the lock echoing louder than it had any right to. Leaning against the heavy wood for a moment, he exhaled slowly, the weight of everything pressing into his chest until he eventually accepted that he wasn’t wanted here.

Eren needed space.

Space to face whatever conversation was waiting inside without Levi standing on the other side of the door like some would-be savior – as if he could fix what he’d helped break. He was useless here. But he could sure as hell use a drink to drown the mess he’d made.

Or at least try.

*** ***

Eren heard the click of the door lock and knew his final hour had just begun ticking away. But Zeke’s anger – or his inevitable disappointment – wasn’t what clawed at his chest. Not even the looming reality that he might never make it down the aisle once his brother got the chance to bolt off and spill everything to Reiner about this whole damned escapade.

No, none of that even cracked the surface.

What tore through him was the way Levi had looked at him. Like he wasn’t going to leave. Like all it would’ve taken was one word – just one – for Levi to take his hand and run.

But Eren had told him to go.

Because it had felt too good to be true.

Because it had felt like a distant wish – something fragile and long-abandoned, packed away with the rest of his quiet regrets. Now all he had left was a hollow promise and a man who would sit in the front row of his wedding holding his heart without even knowing it.

It was too much.

Everything was unraveling. And not even the prospect of a dream ceremony, or the picture-perfect party, or the blissed-out honeymoon – everything Eren had ever claimed to want – could fix the undeniable truth: this wasn’t enough anymore. No matter how hard he tried to make it be.

No matter how much he told himself it should be.

No matter how ideal Reiner was on paper.

Because unfortunately, Reiner wasn’t the asshole he’d tried so damn hard to stop loving.  

The tears came before he realized it – silent at first, tracing a path down cheeks still warm from Levi’s touch. It was the purest form of self-inflicted agony: quiet, restrained, and merciless. The burn in his chest eclipsed everything else, and it wasn’t until the first salty drops soaked through the ivory silk of his pants that a sob finally broke loose – unfiltered and raw, a sound no one was supposed to hear. Least of all Zeke.

And yet it happened.

“Eren?”

His name cut through the haze of overwhelming sorrow, soft and tentative, more laced with concern than reprimand, though it barely registered beneath the deafening roar of Eren’s heartbeat. His vision was too blurred with tears to make out Zeke’s face, a heavy curtain that was distorting his surroundings. Moments later, Eren collapsed onto the couch behind him, burying his face in his hands, curling inward as helplessness gripped him from the inside out. The emotions surged violently, a tidal wave he couldn’t contain, rising and crashing over him in cruel, ruthless waves. He couldn’t breathe – really breathe – not now that Levi was gone and he was left drowning in the aftermath.

“Shit,” came a low curse, followed by motion – the soft shuffle of footsteps, the shift in air as someone moved toward him. Then the cushion beside him dipped under added weight. Strong arms wrapped around him, drawing him against the crisp, starched fabric of a tuxedo. A steady hand moved in slow, deliberative circles over his back, a wordless effort to anchor him, to soothe the quake in his bones.

It was far more kindness than he felt he deserved.

And the sobs only increased.

Was he panicking?

Yes.

Oh, he definitely was.

“Shhh…” Zeke murmured against his head, pressing a kiss into his hair – something he hadn’t done since Eren was ten years old and had cried on the haunted house ride at Universal Studios. “It’s going to be okay.”

The words were gentle – too gentle in such a precarious situation. Eren had expected shouting, the full force of every possible accusation hurled at him. He earned it. It would’ve been justified – accurate, even. At this point, he wouldn’t have held it against Zeke if he’d called him a disaster, a cheater, a slut… because he was all those things. A selfish catastrophe who wished more than anything that he could go back and stop himself before feelings had ever started to bleed into the lust that had clouded his judgement around Levi. 

But no lecture came. Only Zeke’s calm voice, whispering through the chaos, fingers stroking his back, arms grounding him in a way Eren didn’t know he needed. Comfort wasn’t asked for – but it was given.

In that moment, he truly understood the weight of what he had in Zeke. Even though he couldn’t stand him most of the time. He couldn’t put it into words – not when every syllable dissolved into the next sob – the gratitude for his brother’s quiet, unwavering kindness during what was likely the lowest point of his life etched itself into his heart. He would not forget this.

So Eren cried, freely and shamelessly, soaking not just his own clothes, but Zeke’s too, and for once, found solace in the steady presence of his brother.

He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that – him buried in Zeke’s arms, sobbing without shame, with no strength left to hold anything in. Time blurred until the tears gave way to dry heaves, his head throbbing, his body fighting with exhaustion. It was humiliating, objectively, but Eren no longer had the energy to care.

“Eren…”

Zeke’s sigh broke the silence, his voice still gentle, still careful – but now lined with a sobering edge that made it clear the conversation he’d been waiting to have since the moment Levi was kicked out, could no longer be delayed.

Slowly, those familiar hands guided Eren upright, pushing him back just enough to look him in the eyes – puffy, bloodshot, ringed red with grief. And still, Zeke’s gaze held no anger. Only weariness. Only quiet disappointment and something that looked an awful lot like dejection.

None of it was unwarranted. And Eren braced himself – waited for the scolding, the condemnation he knew he’d earned. But instead, Zeke surprised him again.  

“What do you want me to do?”

The question caught him off guard, landing like a stone in the center of his confusion. For a moment, he forgot why he was crying, blinking up at his brother with furrowed brows, head pounding from a mix of adrenaline and heartache.

“What?” He croaked, his voice scratchy and nasal, distorted from the crying and congestion.  

He didn’t understand.

Zeke’s grip tightened on his shoulders, his expression turning even more serious.

“Do you want me to cancel the wedding?”

The question hit harder than Eren expected, startling him into silence. Zeke was offering him a choice? He wasn’t going to run off and tell Reiner everything?

Overcoming the initial surprise, Eren blinked, then slowly shook his head.

“No…” He said, though he didn’t fully grasp the weight of what that answer might imply. “Why would I want that?”

Now it was Zeke’s turn to frown, his hands loosening around his shoulders until they finally released him completely. Shuffling around, he brought some more distance between them and corrected his glasses yet again. “You still want to marry Reiner?”

“I…” Eren faltered, his voice catching on the edge of uncertainty. But then, as if collecting himself, his features hardened into something resembling resolve. “Yes.”

Because marrying a man who adored him – who loved him openly, who promised him a future full of stability – had to be better than throwing it all away for something that would probably never come. Levi wasn’t waiting for him, only showing up when everything was already too far gone. There was no guarantee beyond this wedding. No miracle gesture waiting in the wings. Just the bitter aftertaste of a man who had played him like a favorite toy and panicked once he saw someone else pick it up.

“Yes,” he repeated, more firmly this time, as if trying to will it into truth.

The room fell into a heavy silence. Zeke studied him, his brows furrowing until a deep crease etched itself between them, his lips pressed into a flat, unreadable line. Something flickered in his eyes – doubt, maybe, or calculation – while Eren sniffled, fighting not to fall apart again.

“Eren…”

Zeke’s voice was quieter now, laced with something new.

Their eyes locked. For the first time, Eren saw something like anger glint across his brother’s face. Not rage – but disappointment turned sharp, and somehow more piercing than if Zeke had simply yelled at him. In that moment, it wasn’t just his brother staring back at him. It was Reiner’s best friend. His voice of reason. His best man.

And though part of Eren recoiled from that look, another part – the more honest one – understood. Perhaps even welcomed it. After everything he’d done, someone had to speak for Reiner. Someone had to remind him that he couldn’t keep treating Reiner like a Birkin, worn for show and stored away when inconvenient although he was worth a fortune.

Zeke seemed to wrestle with something, jaw clenched, the beginnings of a hard question forming on his lips. But in the end, he didn’t ask it. Not quite.

Instead –

“Is there a chance that Levi will cause a scene?”

Eren nearly choked on his snot – half from the question itself, half from the absurdity of the idea. Levi? Causing a scene? It was laughable. If there was one constant in Eren’s chaotic life, it was Levi’s unnerving composure. He didn’t explode. He imploded – cold, cutting, calculated. And if he was cruel, it was always behind closed doors, in the dark corners where silence (or the release of a song) screamed louder than words. Eren had learned that the hard way.

So the very thought felt ridiculous.

“No,” He replied quickly, shaking his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

Even if some pathetic, secret part of him wished it were different. Wished Levi would kick open the doors and say something reckless or stop the entire celebration altogether. But that wasn’t Levi. It never had been.

Apparently, that answer didn’t cut it. Zeke narrowed his eyes, gaze stern and unrelenting.

“No dramatic interruption in the middle of your vows? No sudden ‘stop the wedding, I love him’ moment?”

The sarcasm in Zeke’s voice wasn’t surprising – he could never resist an opportunity to be a smartass, no matter how serious the situation. It was just how he was wired. But right now, with Eren’s nerves already shredded to pieces, it landed like sandpaper on skin – grating and utterly unhelpful.

Eren let out a bitter snort, dry and humorless, the irony of Zeke’s words pressing sharp in his chest.

A love declaration from Levi? That was something he’d completely given up on fifteen minutes ago.

“It’s not like that Zeke…” He muttered. And softer still, almost inaudible beneath the heartbreak, “It never was…”

Even though it had felt like it. God, had it felt like it.

Like something so much more than pure desire. More than just heat. It had been even worse than want – because the want had never faded. It had only grown. It had twisted and bloomed into something Eren hadn’t seen coming until it was already too late. Until it had rooted itself as love. Painful, consuming, true love that took more than it gave and left him hollowed out in its wake.

And the worst part?

He would’ve given anything to feel the same way for the man waiting just three doors down the hall – the man who wanted to build a future with him, who offered him everything on a silver platter. A man he cared for. But it wasn’t the same.

Whatever war was raging behind Eren’s eyes must’ve been written all over his face, because Zeke was studying him closely now – his expression tight, brows knit, the edge of sarcasm completely gone.

“Are you sure about that?” He asked, almost hesitant.

Swallowing around the tightness in his throat, Eren forced back the fresh wave of tears threatening to break loose from his already puffy eyes. “Yeah,” he croaked, his voice cracking in a way that felt close to betrayal. But he meant it. He really believed that nothing could mend what had never really existed between him and Levi to begin with.  

So, to him, it sounded like the truth.

“I hate this guy.” Zeke muttered, low but loud enough to make his point. He didn’t even try to hide his disdain laced in every syllable. And really, Eren couldn’t blame him for it.

“I know.”

“And I’m so mad at you.”

Eren sighed, “I know.”

That much was obvious. And again, completely fair.

“But…” Zeke's hand landed on his shoulder, the gesture unexpectedly gentle. He gave it a firm squeeze, meeting Eren’s eyes. “You’re my little brother, so just promise me that whatever you and Levi had going on – it’s over.”

Holding his gaze, Eren nodded solemnly. “It is… it really is.”

“Reiner’s my friend, Eren.”

That earned Zeke a sharp eye roll – because seriously, how many more times was Zeke going to circle back just to twist the knife? Eren got it. Loud and clear. He was a bad human being. There it was. Nothing entirely new to him.

“I know.” He repeated, more irritated now, exhaustion creeping into his voice. The repetition was beginning to wear him down, not just the number of tears he’d shed.

“Please don’t make me regret this more than I already do.”

That one hit home. Eren winced, his face scrunching with guilt. He drew a shaky breath, then released it just as slowly. “I promise. Levi and I are done.”

“Okay.”

Finally, Zeke let go of his shoulder and clapped his hands together like he’d checked something off a to-do list.

“Then wipe those fucking tears off your face – they’re absolutely uncalled for.”

And just like that, any flicker of brotherly affection Eren had felt, vanished in an instant. God, Zeke could be such a monumental douchebag.

*** ***

A rough hand clamped down on his shoulder just as Levi was about to down the rest of his whiskey on the rocks – alone and thoroughly miserable at the bar. Yeah, it was too early for that kind of drink, but who the hell could blame him?

The grip was so sudden and forceful it nearly made him spill the entire glass across his black dress shirt as he jolted in surprise.

“The fuck?” He growled, spinning around – only to find himself face-to-face with Zeke.

This time, Eren’s brother didn’t bother avoiding eye contact. Oh no, he held Levi’s gaze with a murderous intensity, the kind that could strip skin and dignity both, as if he could kill him on the spot through sheer force of will alone. And for one brief, pathetic moment, Levi almost wished he would. Just to end the slow, gutting agony curling within him.  

“You need to fucking leave,” Zeke snarled, towering in his perfectly tailored black tux, still faintly damp no doubt from where Eren had cried against it. That image alone hit Levi square in the chest like a hammer. His heart cracked – again, more – right there in the middle of the goddamn reception.

Eren had cried.

What the hell had Zeke said to him?

Was the wedding still happening?

Did Reiner know?

“Where’s Eren?” Levi asked, ignoring the order entirely as his gaze slid past Zeke toward the exit – toward the staircase that led to the upper floor. Right now, it might as well have been miles away, blocked off by Zeke’s broad-shouldered, bearded form like some immovable wall or beast sent by the universe to keep Levi from what he wanted most.

Not that he even knew if he still had the right to see Eren at all.

Thinking about it, probably not.

“None of your business,” Zeke shot back coldly.

But that wouldn’t do. Not now. Not with the weight of everything pressing down on him.  

Levi’s eyes narrowed, the whiskey-fueled edge in his voice sharpening. “What did you tell him?”

A scoff curled off Zeke’s lips, morphing into a smirk so venomous it could’ve burned straight through the glass in Levi’s hand. “Again… none of your fucking business.”

Before Levi could bite back – and God, he was ready to – another presence sliced through the tension settling between them.

“Oh, there you are!” Hange burst in, cheerfully oblivious, sliding between them and latching onto Levi’s arm without a second thought. They didn’t flinch at the suffocating atmosphere, didn’t even seem to notice the silent war raging between him and Zeke. Levi, on the other hand, was this close to chucking his now-empty crystal tumbler straight into Zeke’s smug, unholy face.

But the universe had other plans. Namely, Hange tugging insistently at his jacket sleeve like a determined child dragging their parents over the fairground.

“We need to get to our seats – ceremony’s starting in five.“ They paused, glancing toward Zeke with a breezy grin, “Ehh – hi there, Zeke.”

Zeke didn’t return the courtesy. His answering glare could’ve frozen boiling water, though Hange remained entirely unfazed. Levi, meanwhile, felt his heart sink like an anchor to the bottom of an ocean trench. If he’d feared the worst after Zeke cornered him, the outcome now stared him dead in the face: the wedding was still happening. Eren hadn’t called it off. Neither had Reiner. He was going to marry him. Because apparently he genuinely loved him. And Zeke, of all people, was endorsing.

Even knowing what Eren had done.

Maybe Zeke was the biggest hypocrite in the room after all.

“There’s no need for that.” The bastard said suddenly, his eyes never leaving Levi’s face.

Hange paused mid-step, brows raised. “Huh?”

“Levi was just about to leave.” Zeke explained, his tone final – like he thought he had the power to make it so.

Oh, was he now?

A dry, incredulous snort escaped Levi before he could help it.

“I wasn’t.” He replied coolly, his voice flat as a blade, his expression carved from stone.

Zeke’s eyes narrowed behind those absolutely unforgivable Balenciaga glasses. Drawing in a sharp breath, he let out a huff, the sound loaded with contempt. “Listen here, asshole…”

And okay.

“I don’t know what your plan is,” Zeke continued, jabbing an accusatory finger in Levi’s direction, “but I’m not going to let you ruin this. Not for Eren, and definitely not for Reiner.”

Or for himself, Levi figured. Because how exactly would Zeke explain to his best friend and co-worker that the man he’d enthusiastically matched him with was a notorious cheater?

Biting the inside of his cheek, hard, Levi kept his thoughts under wraps. Though his glare said enough – subtlety had never been his forte. For a long, tense moment, neither of them said anything. Then Hange, still latched to his arm, let out a surprised gasp and released their grip, confusion written across their face.

Maybe Levi should’ve told them to step back and let him handle the jackass on his own. But he didn’t. Instead, he calmly straightened his suit jacket, smoothing out the wrinkles left behind by Hange’s tugging fingers, and finally answered.

“I won’t.” He assured, his tone calm. Measured. Because truly, the last thing he wanted was to take more from Eren than he already had. If anything, he wanted to give something back. Even if it was far too late for that.  

“Oh,” Zeke scoffed, his expression that of heavy doubt and sarcasm curling off his tongue. “That’s just great. Because let me get one thing straight – you and Eren?” He cut the air with a sharp swipe of his hands. “Done.”

It was meant to sting. And perhaps it would’ve – if Levi hadn’t already accepted it.

The moment Eren had shaken his head earlier, sending him away without a word of protest, Levi had known. They were finished. In every sense of the word. So instead of fighting back, he let a tired smile stretch across his lips – one etched with defeat.

“I know.”

And as he met Zeke’s gaze through the glare of those ridiculous frames – watching that expression shift from aggression to reluctant understanding – Levi understood something too:

Nothing was going to stop this wedding.

*** ***

Levi had never been much of a cinema enthusiast. Films, in general, were something he rarely indulged in despite his newfound passion for acting – had stopped doing so shortly after the death of his mother. Which was probably why he wasn’t enjoying the current movie unfolding before his eyes, projected in full color and painfully high definition – not on a screen, but in real life. This wasn’t a new blockbuster, and he wasn’t seated in a dimly lit theater with the comfort of fiction to shield him, softening the edges of reality. He was seated in the second row from the front, left side, at a ceremony that looked like it had been plucked straight from a luxury bridal magazine. The garden was bursting with floral opulence – roses, lilies, peonies, and every bloom imaginable – surrounded him like a cruelly orchestrated backdrop. The entire spectacle felt absurdly picturesque, like a dream sequence in tragic romance, one where the director might yell ‘cut’ at any moment and spare him from the emotional free fall. Only, no one was calling for a wrap. The scene continued, and the story marched forward.

The violins had quieted exactly fifteen minutes ago at the precise moment Eren reached the end of the aisle. A white carpet, pristine and soft against the perfectly manicured grass, laid the path for him. But it didn’t lead to Levi. There Eren stood, facing the wrong man with a bouquet of pastel pink flowers cradled delicately in his hands, his silhouette bathed in golden sunlight. His posture poised, his expression radiant as ever. He now wore the matching jacket to his immaculate Óscar de la Renta suit, exuding elegance and looking every bit the dream groom. 

There was only one word to describe Eren, in that moment: glowing.

And he was smiling.

That was the part Levi couldn’t comprehend. A bright, unwavering smile lit up Eren’s face – so seamless, so steady, so painfully convincing it bordered on rehearsed. It was the kind of smile that could sell a thousand lies, and yet there it was, effortlessly plastered across the same face that had been drenched in tears just an hour ago. Not a single trace of distress remained. Not a flicker of doubt. Just Eren – ever the consummate performer – standing center stage, hitting his emotional mark like he’d trained for this moment his entire life.

Levi, seated among the sea of guests that blurred around the edges of his vision, wished – not for the first time – that he could trade places with the other man in the spotlight. Just this once. He wanted to be the one standing beside Eren, to be the reason behind that beaming expression, to be the one receiving those teal-eyed glances laced with love and certainty. But he wasn’t. Reiner was. And Reiner, grinning so wide it bordered on blissful disbelief, looked at Eren like he was the answer to every question the universe had ever posed. There were tears in his eyes – happy tears – and he dabbed at them with a crumpled tissue as if to preserve the sanctity of the moment.

This was it, wasn’t it?

The confirmation struck when the officiant asked the question. The question. The one that carried the weight of forever. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t abrupt. But still, Levi flinched.

A hand slipped into his – Hange’s – and gave it a gentle squeeze. An anchor. A silent offering. A futile attempt to temper the unraveling ache inside him. Their gesture was warm, grounding, and entirely insufficient. Because the tableau in front of him – so beautiful, so idyllic, so wrong – felt like a blade dragging across open flesh. It was disturbing in a sense.

He felt sick. Not metaphorically. Truly, physically sick. Not for the first time today.

The whiskey sloshing in his gut, warm and heavy, did nothing to ease the nausea twisting his gut.

“Do you, Eren Yeager, take Reiner Braun to be your lawfully wedded husband, promising to be faithful and loving until death do you part?”

The words rang out like a curse – solemn, elegant and yet brutal in their finality.

Sniffles echoed from the rows ahead where both families sat, moved by the moment of true love. But Levi couldn’t hear them. All he could hear was the scream inside his own mind – raw, desperate and unrelenting.

No.

Eren didn’t pause. He didn’t hesitate. There was no cinematic twist of fate, no gasp-worthy pivot on his heel or breathless interruption. He didn’t scan the crowd with wide, desperate eyes. He didn’t whisper Levi’s name like a lifeline or confess last-minute truth.

He didn’t even know Levi was dying inside.

“I do.” Eren said instead – clear, steady, confident. In real life.  

The words were strong, resolute. No quiver, no break, no trace of doubt. If there was a crack beneath the surface, it was buried too deep to see. His gaze did flicker – just once – toward the crowd, to the left side. Toward Levi. Brief. Almost imperceptible. A ghost of a glance.

It changed nothing.

Because this – this wedding, this man, this life – was what Eren wanted. What he deserved. And Levi… Levi had proven, time and time again, that what he had to offer simply wasn’t enough. Not for Eren. Not after what he’d done.

So it was Reiner who offered an “I do” in return. Unshaken, drenched in devotion, pure in its delivery. Filled with nothing but adoration. The kind of love untainted by sabotage, not spoiled by greed and pride. The kind of love children dreamed about – sincere, steadfast, uncomplicated.

And Levi knew that with him and Eren, it had only ever been easy when feelings were absent – buried beneath hunger and heat and the thrill of destruction. When the truth was ignored in favor of something darker. Something addictive, concealed by a veil of pleasure that eclipsed everything else. Especially rationality.

He’d never been rational when it came to Eren.

If anything, all he had done was to prove himself, to those around him, and most cruelly, to Eren, that he was spiraling. Spinning deeper each time, unable to break free from an appetite only Eren could satiate. And now, as the officiant’s voice rang out once more, announcing the start of the personal vows, the same disorientation returned, crawling up the back of his neck like a fever, blazing and pitiless.

This time, it was Reiner who stepped forward. A teary chuckle slipped out as he reached into the inner pocket of his crème tuxedo, retrieving a neatly folded slip of paper. He dabbed at his eyes again, exhaled softly, and unfolded the page with trembling hands. Then he began to speak – and every word peeled away what little Levi had left.

“Finally, the day we’ve waited for so long for has come…”

Levi let out a very real, very unfiltered snort.

Of course.

Even on his wedding day – reading his fucking vows – Reiner was nothing but predictable personified. Boredom and uncreativeness wrapped in a white bowtie. Bland, where uniqueness was expected – no, demanded.

Hange elbowed him sharply in the ribs. A silent reprimand. Levi barely flinched.  

“Eren… it’s hard to find the right words...”

Because no words could ever touch what you stir inside me. No language could capture the ache of needing you. Of still needing you. 

But Levi swallowed that thought. Just like all the previous ones. Buried it under the crushing weight of silence.

“…I remember our first date…”

I don’t. 

We never had one. 

But I remember our first encounter at the casting callback – the glare in your eyes, the bite in your tone, how you challenged me with every word like you were daring me to meet you there – not because of your role but because it was just so inherently you. Always a feisty beast up for a challenge, mesmerizing so.

“…our first kiss…”

Felt like dying of thirst, only to drink for the first time in days – relief and torment colliding in a single breath against your lips. A desire that didn’t fade, only deepened. Rooted itself in my bones, festered beneath my skin, until it drove me mad with longing. 

“…you are my focal point, my inspiration, someone I want to be my best version of myself for.”

You drag out the worst in me – all the time. You unravel me in ways no one else dares to. You peel me back to the rawest parts, expose the filthy and fury. And God help me, I never wanted you to stop. 

“…you are kind, loving, and the sun at the end of a rainy day.”

You burn everything in your path, unapologetically. It’s what I admired the most – your fire, your audacity to scorch. I was never afraid of the blaze. I craved the sting of your orbit like oxygen. 

“…I love you with my whole heart, and I’ll do so for the rest of my life…”

I don’t. I love you with whatever scraps are to be found in the ruins you left behind. But even bleeding, even crawling through the wreckage, I’d choose you. Again. And again. 

“…you make me feel whole…”

You made me feel like I’m the only boy in the world. For one night at least. 

Is what he would've said – if he were the one standing beside Eren.

“You’re always here for me, a constant, and my safety net.”

You broke me. Shoved me off a cliff into the abyss. 

“Oh Reiner…” Eren cooed, a soft laugh escaping his lips pouring into Levi’s ear like acid and effortlessly debilitating what came next – the promise he’d pledge once his abiding smile would allow him to.

Levi didn’t need to hear more.

It was the moment his brain decided to cut the sound.

Everything that followed – the kiss, applause, the fluttering petals tossed into the air – unfolded through a suffocating fog, like he was watching from behind a pane of frosted glass. Muffled, distant, stripped of clarity. As if the world had hit mute to spare him the full brutality of it all.

He didn’t register how tightly he was squeezing Hange’s hand until they let out a strangled whine and tried to tug away.

“Are you sure you’ll manage with the song?” They wanted to know, their voice low and tentative, threaded with concern.

When Levi didn’t respond right away, they turned to him fully. There was something in Hange’s expression – gentle and bordering dangerously close to pity.

He couldn’t meet it.

Couldn’t meet anything.

Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on his lap, unblinking. The dark fabric of his trousers was a far safer view than the one just ahead – than the gleam in Eren’s eyes, the glow in Reiner’s, the palpable joy radiating from the two of them like a fairy tale come to life.

That was too much.

So he focused on the fold of cloth stretching over his knees, on the place where his knuckles were still pale from how tightly he’d been clenching them.

It was easier that way. Easier than pretending he hadn’t just watched the love of his life say “I do” to someone else.

“Yeah.” He rasped, the word barely made it out – no more than a ghost of a breath, scraping past the lump in his throat like it had to claw its way out. Hollow. Brittle.

It’s my goodbye, after all, he thought.

And somehow, that made it worse. So much worse.

*** ***

From there everything only unraveled further, though Levi hadn’t thought that possible. But of course it did.

After the ceremony – the inevitable dramatic kiss, the symbolic walk down the aisle beneath a flurry of white rose petals and the blurred joy of teary-eyed guests – Eren and Reiner vanished for their official photoshoot. Naturally, Floch was the one immortalizing this so-called extraordinary moment, buzzing around with his camera like a smug paparazzo. Meanwhile, the rest of them were herded toward their designated tables for the official dinner where the newly minted spouses now had joined them.  

Somewhere in a dim corner, a videographer was quietly recording every saccharine speech they were subjected to.

By this point, Levi was well beyond tipsy – his attempt to drown his grief in wine having become less of an indulgence and more of a desperate act. Even Mike, who had tried to intervene with gentle reprimands and intercepted orders, had given up. For every waiter he dismissed, another emerged like clockwork, ready to fetch yet another bottle of Bordeaux.

The centerpiece in front of him – a towering arrangement of dried and fresh flowers, dramatic and over-styled – blurred more with every glass of wine Levi consumed. At least the opulent mountain of petals, twigs, and floral perfume served one merciful purpose: blocking his direct line of sight to that table. To Eren.

As long as he kept his eyes locked on the wilting bouquet, he didn’t have to see Eren’s too-bright smile or the glint of that second ring now resting on his finger like a final nail in the coffin. Staring numbly into the centerpiece, he found it more endurable – barely.

Until Jean cleared his throat.

The sharp clink of a spoon against a champagne flute cut through the din of conversation. It signaled the start of yet another speech – this one delivered by none other than Eren’s best man. The third one of the night, as if the whole event hadn’t already been smothered in enough sentimentality. Unnecessary. Overdone. Tacky. But expected.

Levi raised his head slowly, as if gravity itself was trying to stop him. His gaze blinked into focus, sharpening until Jean finally came into view two tables down. He stood behind his seat, flanked by Mikasa – one hand resting on her back, the other adjusting a lilac bowtie with exaggerated care. He looked nauseatingly at ease, like a man who loved the spotlight just a little too much.

“Montana…” Jean began, grinning toward Eren with the kind of boyish affection years of friendship carried. Levi, however, firmly refused to follow Jean’s eyes.

“I can’t believe I’m actually standing here. No, really,” Jean said with a laugh that rode the edge of disbelief, his voice carrying just enough charm to make the moment feel more comic than offending, “I bet against it. And now I owe Floch fifty bucks.”

A wave of laughter rippled through the crowd, unsurprisingly louder and more enthusiastic on Eren’s side.

“Not that I’m not anything but happy for you,” Jean continued, his smile fond and exasperated all at once, “But after spending so many years at your side – and somehow still willing to put up with you, despite you being the single biggest pain in the ass I know – I was bracing myself for some kind of dramatic last-minute catastrophe because…”

He paused for a moment, letting his gaze sweep the room until his eyes landed on Levi. Just barely a heartbeat until he shook his head and moved on.

“…because let’s be honest,” he added, lips quirking, “I was sure there’d be some floral disaster, or you’d rip your outfit five minutes before the walk down the aisle. That’s just how it always goes with you – full-blown drama. Because anything ordinary? Too boring. And my best friend? He’s anything but that.”

Another pause, this time to ride the momentum of laughter swelling again.

“But somehow, you pulled it off,” Jean went on. “Your outfit’s a total showstopper – no shocker there – and this whole fairytale flower explosion? It’s like Cinderella’s fairy godmother got a little drunk and vomited magic all over our tables. So we can all finally breathe easy.” He finished with an exaggerated, theatrical exhale that made even more guests break into chuckles.

Then he turned his attention back to Eren. “You really do look stunning. Just as always. Even more so tonight – but,” he said with a sly smile, “Not quite as gorgeous as Mikasa here.” Jean winked at his wife, who rolled her eyes affectionately as a soft smile curled her lips.

Shifting back to the newlyweds, Jean fanned his face dramatically in a mock swoon. “But I get it, Reiner. I really do. Because honestly… who doesn’t fall in love with him like that?”

The room erupted again – soft cackles, tender sights, the kind of warm, collective exhale that made everything feel lighter. Romantic. Perfect.

But not for everyone.

For Levi, it was unbearable.

The words sliced through the haze clouding his mind like a scalpel through skin. They slipped past the blurred wall of wine and heartbreak, pierced through the thin layer of apathy he’d tried to wrap himself in like armor, and let him bleed.

And before he could stop it – before he could even fully register what he was about to say – it was already out.

“The ones who already are.”

It landed quiet, but heavy. Audible enough for everyone at his table – his bandmates, former cast members, and maybe a few too many others – to hear. A slip of truth that burned the moment it left his mouth.

He didn’t even flinch.

Instead, he drained the last mouthful of his drink in one swift, graceless motion, then let his head hang forward, chin dipping toward his chest.

A sharp clink followed beside him – a fork dropped onto a porcelain plate. Armin’s.

But Armin said nothing.

Jean, oblivious to the ripple Levi had sent out like a stone in still water, carried on. “So let me wrap this up by saying: you’re one lucky guy, and Reiner’s even luckier.” Lifting his glass, he beamed, glowing with all the sincerity of a man who only wished the best for his friend. “Montana, I think you’ve got it all. And I’m happy for you.”

A final pause, then the toast.

“To love – the best of all worlds.”

“The worst feeling in the universe,” Levi replied.

*** ***

“You can’t drink another one,” Erwin whisper-shouted at Levi sometime during dinner, intercepting the waiter mid-pour and snatching the wine bottle from his grasp before shooing him away like a bothersome fly.

“Why not?” Levi grumbled, already inebriated but still nowhere near drunk enough to survive the remainder of the evening without completely falling apart.

“Because,” Erwin cut him off as he tried reaching for Mike’s glass instead, swatting Levi’s hand away and promptly sliding the glass out of reach, “you’re scheduled to perform the first dance song in –” he glanced at his Apple Watch “– less than an hour. Which, if I may remind you, you idiotically agreed to.”

Ah. Right. The song.

A vow disguised as melody. One that would never be spoken but was carved so deeply into his chest it echoed in every heartbeat. Levi could sing it blind, deaf, and unconscious. And yet, right now, he wished someone would do him the kindness of cutting out his vocal cords and crushing his hands so he wouldn’t be able to strum a single note.

He didn’t say any of that out loud.

His reply was somewhat impudent and cranky – reflecting just how deeply he’d taken a dip into his glass.

“Can’t you sing it?” He groaned, letting his forehead fall to the satin-covered table with a dull, defeated thud.

“No.” Erwin scoffed, likely rolling his eyes at the childish display. “I can’t.” Leaning in closer, he grabbed Levi’s neck and gave it a squeeze, just as he would do to scold a dog. “This is your mess, so you’re going to deal with it.” With that, he let go, punctuating the gesture with a hard slap to Levi’s back – not the least bit like the supportive, insightful friend he usually pretended to be.

Levi stayed exactly where he was, forehead pressed to the tablecloth, soaking in the ambient drone of trivial small talk – the shallow murmur of conversations that barely skimmed the surface of meaning. The enforced absence of alcohol, which might’ve dulled the sharp edges of his anguish, only made it worse. Maybe his bandmates were sadists, he thought bitterly, scowling at the polished wooden floor beneath his ludicrously expensive dress shoes.

He couldn’t wait to be rid of them.

He couldn’t wait to be rid of all of this.

And God, he couldn’t wait to disappear – for good.

Levi only lifted himself from his self-imposed purgatory when a light tap landed on his shoulder – one tentative finger, cautious enough to make him stiffen before slowly dragging his gaze to face the disturbance.

Armin.

The blonde offered a gentle, encouraging smile, yet unable to mask what lay beneath: pity.

These days everyone looked at him with a twinge of it weaved into their expressions – especially the kind ones. Like he was a ghost, drifting through months of heartbreak and finally a wedding that should’ve never existed. Their expressions mirrored what Levi had come to accept about himself: That he was a pathetic, lovesick man. Faulted not by fate, but by none other than himself and the consequences of his own reckless, selfish actions.

“I think it’s time...” Armin said softly, pointing toward the small, elevated stage set beside the dance floor at the center of the lavish pavilion. Around them, the last guests were polishing off their second round of dessert.

Levi hadn’t even finished the first course of the opulent meal – let alone touched the remaining four that followed.

His neck cracked with protest as he turned his head, muscles stiff from having stayed curled into himself for too long. Following the direction of Armin’s pointed finger, Levi caught sight of Zeke stepping onto the small stage, slipping behind the microphone. He tapped it twice, pulling the attention away from the now-ravaged croquembouche tower and the half-eaten fruit parfaits adorning each table.

The ambient murmur of voices, laugher, and silverware clinking fell away like a wave receding from shore. Conversations dissolved into hushed curiosity. Anticipation settled thick in the air.

Zeke leaned forward, his voice gliding smoothly through the silence.

“And now,” he began, projecting just loud enough for every corner of the pavilion to catch his announcement, “I’d love for you all to enjoy Reiner’s and Eren’s first official dance as spouses tonight.”

He raised his hands and clapped – firm, leading – prompting the rest of the guests to follow. The room broke into applause, some guests whistling, others cheering with full-throated enthusiasm. But as Zeke’s hands dropped back to his sides, so did the brightness in his expression. Just a flicker. Barely a crack in the polished surface.

His gaze swept across the guests until it landed cold and unwavering on Levi.

A glint of ice. Steely resolve, threaded with contempt.

It only lasted for a second before Zeke turned back to the crowd, the mask of affability slipping back into place with ease.

“It’s also accompanied by a personal wedding gift”, he went on, his voice once again warm and polished, though now layered with something forced. There was the faintest pause – barely perceptible – before he added, “From Reiner to Eren. A song dedicated to my little brother… written and performed by one of their closest and –”

Zeke halted mid-sentence. Enough to collect himself. To swallow back whatever biting comment was coiled behind his teeth. And when he resumed, it was with a smile so dazzling it bordered on hostile, his jaw visibly tight.

“– dearest friends… Levi.”

He extended an open hand toward Levi’s table as the room erupted in fresh applause.

Levi didn’t hear it. Not really.

His eyes were locked on Eren.

Eren, who had stepped onto the center of the dance floor, his suit jacket gone, the sleeves of his ivory shirt rolled up just enough to look unintentional – effortless. The silk fabric shimmered subtly beneath the fairy lights, clinging to him, threaded with pearls that once belonged to the sea and now belonged to him. The elegance wasn’t ostentatious – it was devastating. The pearls suited him more than they ever had the clams that birthed them.

And Eren looked back.

Not with warmth. Not with joy.

The expression on his face mirrored the one from earlier, when Levi had entered his room uninvited, hours before all of this began. A slow-forming confusion that curdled into disbelief. Then, slight disdain.

Eren didn’t need to say the words he probably wanted to throw at him.

“What are you doing here?”

This time though, Levi had an answer.

He rose.

More stable than he should’ve been, given the amounts of alcohol swimming through his veins. Somehow, in this exact moment, sobriety gripped him with a strange kind of merciless clarity. His spine straightened, shoulders squared – like a man walking into battle, knowing he’d already lost.

He didn’t let himself linger on the sight of Reiner reaching for Eren’s hand, didn’t flinch when he pulled him in close with the ease of promised forever. Levi’s gaze dropped as they turned, and he moved to the stage, where Zeke was still standing.

“Fucker.” Zeke muttered as Levi passed him, shoulder slamming into his with unnecessary force, surely meant intentionally and punishing.

Reiner, in contrast, offered a casual thumbs-up as if they were backstage before a lighthearted show. His smile was broad and full of misplaced gratitude, the kind Levi didn’t want and certainly hadn’t earned. Then he turned back to Eren, wrapping his arms around his waist, guiding them gently into position for their first dance.

So now… there Levi stood.

An offering in full view.

Laid out on a silver platter – sacrificial, exposed. Not unlike the croquembouche tower: intricate, admired, and ultimately dismantled piece by piece. The weight of the room’s attention pressed in from all sides, but none of it reached as deep as Eren’s.

Because while Reiner faced the crowd in their embrace, basking in the glow of celebration, Eren looked nowhere else.

His gaze was fixed on Levi.

Hands splayed against his husband’s back like a man anchored in place, Eren’s teal eyes never left him. Not once. Not even to blink. The intensity of it knocked the breath clean from Levi’s chest, left his ribs trembling beneath invisible pressure. It was a silent confrontation. A reckoning, stripped of words. Just the unbearable weight of what still lingered between them.

And yet, Levi moved.

He reached down and picked up the guitar resting beside him, fingers curling tightly around the neck.

“This is for Eren.” He murmured, voice low, roughened with restraint. The microphone caught it anyway – each syllable broadcast into the hush of the pavilion like a secret he hadn’t meant to confess.

A pause.

“Congratulations.” He added at last.

A single word had never sounded so hollow, so utterly vacant. It scraped its way up from the back of his throat, leaving him dry-mouthed and aching as he forced it past the lump swelling larger with each breath.

The first chord tore through the silence and left him utterly exposed.

Levi was naked now – not in body, but in a way far more devastating as he poured out the words he had never spoken aloud but had thought a million times. Each note stripped away from his carefully crafted shell.

He couldn’t blame the rest of his band for refusing to be part of this. It was too personal. Too close. Even though Levi had tried to assure them otherwise, they’d seen right through the act he was trying so hard to maintain. They’d known exactly what the lyrics meant the first time they heard them. They’d understood better than he did that these words – no matter how they were framed – were not Reiner’s deepest confession. They were Levi’s.

And so, he sang them alone.

He laid his heart bare for everyone to witness, vulnerability and emotion wrapped in the fragile disguise of a bittersweet melody, presented to the room as if it were nothing more than a thoughtful gift from the groom.

As the couple began to sway, their bodies melting together in a slow, practiced waltz beneath the soft hum of the guitar, Levi’s voice filled the space. A single instrument. A single man. And with each chord, he bled a little more.  

“Eren is a real pro
He’s a red rose
He will wreck any home”

As Levi sang, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Eren’s. From the man who was both the thorn and the flower – so beautiful it hurt, dangerous when you got too close. Couldn’t stop himself from searching for Eren’s face the second the waltz turned him around.

And Eren…

Eren stared right back.

His fingers curled into Reiner’s shirt, knuckles whitening as he gripped his husband’s shoulders with a force that had to border on painful. But his eyes never wavered. That unyielding gaze pinned Levi exactly where he stood, pressing all the air from his lungs. Again and again.

“Eren is a good host
On a talk show
He can strike any pose”

Now it was Eren who swallowed, though Levi wasn’t sure why.

The song shifted into the chorus, and if he’d thought that Eren could see through his voice, through the strain in it, through the lyrics and everything they carried –

Now…

Now Levi saw everything in return.

Every single sign he had been blind to.

Utterly, devastatingly blind.

Because Eren was crying. Without a smile. Without the joy radiating off him like it had done for the last couple of hours. He was just crying – tears spilling freely, glistening trails cutting through the flush of his rosy cheeks – and he was still looking at Levi through it all. His fingers trembled where they clutched at Reiner, but he didn’t look away. It was as though he couldn’t. As though even with a blade at his throat, he would hold Levi’s gaze, tethered there by something that hurt far more than a cut would do.

“And I forget if I ever loved anyone else
I forget if I ever loved anyone else”

Levi’s voice nearly broke apart on the words, the desperation curling through every note like a fracture. He was surrounded by people – by Eren’s and Reiner’s families, by their friends, by strangers – but it felt like none of them were there.

Because what surrounded him more than anything was the weight of revelation. Another one, even bigger than the first one in December.

“E’s eyes are like first prize
Strong as ocean tides
No ship can carry on by”

The words slipped past his lips, and for a split second, his fingers faltered against the guitar strings. The music was close to falling apart as his mind carried him somewhere else entirely – back to Tokyo, to the night he’d made love to Eren.

“Dressed nice in Cali types
He will pass by
At a point in your life”

And it had been love.

God, it had been.  

Mutually so. He understood that now.

That Eren, crying in the middle of his wedding dance, was in love.

But not with Reiner. And Levi hadn’t seen the signs at all.

“I forget if I ever loved anyone else
I’m a mess and I’ll never love anyone else”

His voice stopped. Then the guitar.

The final chord hung in the air for a moment that felt eternal, reverberating through his chest before dissolving into a silence so thick it could suffocate. The entire room seemed frozen, until – at last – the first cautious applause began to trickle in.

But it may as well have been the sound of rain tapping on some distant window. Meaningless.

Levi didn’t care.

The only thing that mattered was that Eren’s hands moved, wiping away the tears from his face once he parted from Reiner’s hold. And then… the smile returned.

However, now Levi saw it for what it had been all along.

A farce.

One of the many lies built between them.

He didn’t stay for the rest of the celebration. Didn’t watch the cake-cutting, the dancing that would bleed late into the night.

And he gave Eren exactly five days.

Five days to enjoy his marriage. Five days to bask in the glow of his luxurious honeymoon.

Five days before he’d made up his mind and did what a man like Eren deserved.

No Name (@NoName) reposted @LOfficial
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Levi Ackerman (@LOfficial}
to E. from L. https://open.spotify.com/album/2aFTHVoAqilSgvb6s6Kl5A?si=78270003b3c84c50
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-September 26, 2021-

Levi [7:01 PM]
https://open.spotify.com/album/2aFTHVoAqilSgvb6s6Kl5A?si=78270003b3c84c50
is that grand gesture enough?

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Confused Pigeon (@Confusedpigeon)
The gasp I gasped https://open.spotify.com/album/2aFTHVoAqilSgvb6s6Kl5A?si=78270003b3c84c50
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gutted n butted (@bii_andSad)
NO NAME RETWEETED I REPEAT NO NAME RETWEETED #LeviAckerman #NoName #ToEFromL #LAlbum2021
7:01 PM – September 26, 2021 – 157,827 Views
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GAY PANIC (@fortknight3)
@bii_andSad

7:02 PM – September 26, 2021 – 68,025 Views

🔥Russia’s greatest love machine🔥 (@Ra_Rasuptino)
AN ALBUM BY L HIMSELF?!? WTF IS GOING ON?????? #LeviAckerman #LNoName #NoName
7:03 PM – September 26, 2021 – 112,323 Views

Armins used panties (@sniffles_glueee)
Levi. What. Have. You. Done. #L
7:03 PM – September 26, 2021 – 85,408 Views
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@sniffles_glueee You forgot the AGAIN
7:05 PM – September 26, 2021 – 55,990 Views

Lo (@Kuko_Goated)
He was EREN’S DIRTY LITTLE SECRET OH GOOOOOD 😭😭😭 #ToEFromL #Leveren
7:17 PM – September 26, 2021 – 143,222 Views
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🍆loaded gun🔫 (@n0c0ntr0l_)
@Kuko_Goated that secret wasn’t so little tho…
7:19 PM – September 26, 2021 – 91,726 Views
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🌸melow🌸 (@m3low)
@n0c0ntr0l_ little enough for eren to pull off an entire wedding
7:22 PM – September 26, 2021 – 66,034 Views

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omg??? That last song? I’M SOBBING #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager #Leveren #LsAlbum
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GUYS WATCH THIS bit.ly/7XrpTfs #ReirenWedding #ErenYeager #ReinerBraun #LeviAckerman
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SOMEONE LEAKED A VIDEO OF LEVI’S PERFORMANCE AT EREN’S WEDDING?!?!?!?? #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager #Leveren #ErenYeagerWedding
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@foodjab OH SHIT
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@bbyere_n THAT’S THE LAST SONG OF LEVI’S ALBUM!!!
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Eren is my babiest babyyyy girl 💖 (@bbyere_n_)
@femboysss NVOCBXOBGBSHBDSDBPSDHBS
7:36 PM – September 26, 2021 – 41,265 Views

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“I’m a mess and I’ll never love anyone else.” – Levi Ackerman, 2021, probably about Eren Yeager
7:40 PM – September 26, 2021 – 555,289 Views
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@AttackedAndSnacked 😭😩😢😭
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@AttackedAndSnacked I need to call my therapist right the fuck now.
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But guyyyys… uhm what does that mean? #Leveren #LeviAndEren #LeviAckerman
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@loraxpubichair THAT LEVI IS IN LOVE WITH EREN!
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@cherrypoppery but what does it mean for eren and reinewwww?
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@loraxpubichair @cherrypoppery Hopefully a divorce 🤞🤞🤞
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-September 26, 2021-

Reiner loved the sun – he was a Miami boy after all. It was bright, warm… hot. Something overwhelmingly beautiful, intoxicating in its glow, and yet dangerous when you dared to linger too close.

And Reiner had definitely gotten too close.

He hadn’t felt the first burn when Zeke, with casual ease, floated the idea of him taking his brother out on a date. He didn’t recognize the second scorch either – the one that seared him the instant he met Eren in person for the first time and felt like he’d just stumbled upon a miracle, all because the man smiled at him.

Eren’s smile was blinding.

And Reiner had been blind ever since.

It wasn’t until their third date that he realized how deep he was in. After a lavish, laughably overpriced dinner – just one glass of wine, because he didn’t dare risk loosening his tongue and spilling something foolish – he’d been careful, measured, almost painfully restrained. He hadn’t even asked if Eren wanted to go somewhere else. Instead, he kissed him goodnight on the cheek, drinking him in like a man clinging to the last drops of something rare and forbidden. Like someone trying to commit a dream to memory before waking.

Because how could a guy like him ever get so lucky?

How could someone like him possibly pull the most ethereal creature of them all?

Maybe because, deep down, he had already known the truth.  

That no man like him could ever really keep someone like Eren Yeager. Not completely.

But it was easy – dangerously easy – to ignore the red flags and all the signs – when Eren kept giving him ten more reasons to fall harder, faster, bigger. Reiner dove headfirst into his fascination-turned-love without ever resurfacing, never once caring if anyone came to pull him out. He brushed off every warning, every concerned look from his friends, choosing instead to believe that the sea of teal eyes staring back at him was calm. Safe.

He never once felt like Eren didn’t care. Somehow, Eren always seemed genuine in his adoration towards him. Especially that night after their Beverly Hills dinner, when Reiner – still buzzing from their night out – texted him just to say how much he’d enjoyed their time together. He hadn’t even needed to wait until morning. He lay there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling with a smitten smile, heart thudding in his chest, when his phone pinged.

Eren [00:06 AM]
Yeah, I enjoyed it too 🥰
Take me out anytime you want 😘

It was sweet. A little cheeky. But that was Eren through and through. That was how the whole world knew Eren Yeager – charming to the brim, always getting away with everything. And Reiner had been so happy that Eren was still up. Maybe he couldn’t sleep either, he had thought. Maybe, just maybe, for the exact same reason – because of the butterflies, the excitement, the growing realization that, yeah… maybe he was already in love.

That was two years ago.

Two years of love and devotion.

Two years of jealousy and quiet doubts.

Two years of pushing down insecurities, of forcing himself to trust the man he loved.

To trust that Levi Ackerman was just a friend – not a threat.

Eventually, Reiner did. At one point he’d become secure enough in what they had to get down on one knee, only to rise again with a ring on Eren’s finger and a future neatly printed across wedding invitations scattered around the globe.

By then, he had truly convinced himself Levi was nothing more than a constant fixture in Eren’s orbit – a presence that came naturally to a star like him. Levi was simply someone who existed in the background, even when absent. That was just what superstars did: they lingered in the hearts and minds of their fans.

And that had felt… okay.

Because in the end, it was him who had received Eren’s teary, breathless ‘yes’ to his proposal – not Levi.

Yet, even with the engagement in his pocket, Levi surrounded them. He was everywhere.

Reiner remembered the house negotiations with Bertolt, the inspiration photos Eren had shown him – photos straight from Levi’s home, taken on Eren’s phone. Why hadn’t that set off alarm bells loud enough to rupture his eardrums? Not that Reiner could fault Levi’s taste in interior design – it was impeccable. He’d seen it firsthand at Levi’s surprise birthday party, and later when Levi agreed to write their wedding song.

But that wasn’t the half of it.

Because what truly lodged itself under his skin was No Name’s single of the year, 2021. The only release from the band that was going to happen – and one that dragged not just Eren’s name through the tabloids, but Reiner’s as well. Marley.

Reiner didn’t know what to make of that song. If he believed the rumors – or ‘evidence’, as some fans boldly labeled it – that vicious, nasty, heinous piece of music contained more than just some bypassing of censorship. It supposedly included sounds of his fiancé. Sounds Reiner had never heard firsthand. Wasn’t sure he wanted to.

The whole thing seemed absurd. Impossible. That Eren would volunteer for such pulp, such deliberately scandalous infamy. So Reiner had done the only thing he could stomach – ignored the online accusations as he’d done for the last year and clung to Eren’s assurances, praying they were honest.

But Marley spread through social media and the Beverly Hills bubble like a virus, and as with any infection, no matter how strong the defense, something always survived.

Yes, Levi Ackerman had always been a constant presence.

Unshakable. Immune to exile. Impossible to banish.

At least for Reiner.

Because Reiner wasn’t the white knight. He was the court jester – if that.  

And how could anyone expect him to slay the doom stalking his relationship when the sun he was addicted to burned so brightly, he couldn’t even see the shadows it cast – the shadows that stretched long over the life Eren and he were supposed to share.  

He understood that now.

Understood that he’d been a pleasant accessory, a pastime, a distraction – nothing more. The realization settled like a stone in his gut as he stared at the album glowing mockingly on his phone screen, scrolling through track after track.

Suddenly, everything added up. Every offhand comment. Every quiet suspicion. Every gut-deep feeling he’d ignored for the sake of love.

One conversation stood out, vividly, like it had happened just yesterday.

It had been brunch with Jean, Eren’s best friend and later best man at their wedding, Mikasa and Floch. Eren had just left the table to fetch another mimosa from the buffet when Jean snapped his fingers and whistled after him, calling out, “Hey, Montana, be a doll and grab me one too?”

Eren rolled his eyes and flipped him off, but did as asked while Reiner had frowned, puzzled. Not for the first time. He’d heard the nickname before but never really questioned it.

Turning to Jean, he asked, “What’s with the Montana thing?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw how Mikasa clasped her hands over her mouth, looking anywhere but at them. Floch coughed into his fist.

It should have been suspicious. But it could’ve been a stupid inside joke. Harmless. Nothing.

Except now, he realized it had been a confession.

“Because he wants the best of both worlds,” Jean had chuckled at the time, clapping him on the back and offering nothing else. No explanation, no follow-up. And Reiner – fool that he was – hadn’t asked for one. He’d decided it was just some inside joke he wouldn’t understand. Didn’t need to.

Looking back now, the thought was almost laughable.

Because Eren had gotten the best. Hadn’t he?

At least… until now.

Now, Eren’s double life – no longer just a mere shadow in the corner – was staring straight at Reiner from the glow of his phone screen. Six tracks. Not by No Name, but by L himself. The link had come from Bertolt, neatly packaged with the contact information for a high-profile Beverly Hills divorce attorney and a hug emoji.

And Eren?

He’d disappeared to the bathroom.

15 minutes ago.

The longer Reiner stared at the album, the sicker he felt. But stronger than the nausea was the need to know – to hear – the truth he could no longer deny. He needed that final push, the last undeniable blow, to accept that he’d been nothing more than a naïve fool. A starry-eyed idiot who thought he’d been blessed by the universe for landing someone like Eren.

When in reality, he’d been cursed from the very start.

The first song played like a cruel wake-up call. A brutal one – yet necessary.

Stop the world ‘cause I wanna get off with you

Despite himself, Reiner felt heat rise in his face at the words. They flustered him – humiliatingly so – despite the fact that his carefully built world was crumbling in real time. There was no mystery to the meaning nor a poetic camouflage to hide behind. Levi’s desire was spelled out in shameless, unvarnished language – delivered in that intoxicating, lazy drawl everyone worshipped. The same voice Reiner had once been guilty of fanboying over.  

If he had ever truly believed Levi wanted nothing more than friendship, that illusion disintegrated here. Scratch that –

Levi wanted to fuck his husband.

Had fucked his husband.

“Who volunteered for that crack?” The words he’d blurted the first time he’d listened to Marley came back to him now, echoing with venomous clarity.

Now he knew.

Eren had.

And Levi was proving him right over and over again with this new album.

Reiner heard it unmistakably on Spotify. A confession woven into melody, flagrant in how vividly it painted what had happened behind closed doors… behind his back and, if he was being honest with himself, probably right under his nose.

And I know we got places to go, we got people to see
Think we both oughta put ‘em on hold and I know you agree

He swallowed thickly. Not just because his worst fear had taken shape before his eyes, but because this wasn’t some one-sided infatuation. They were in this together.  Levi and Eren.

And yet – God help him – he wanted to pin it all on Levi. He wanted to cast him as the villain in his love story. The single destructive force that had shattered his relationship, the sole architect of his husband’s infidelity. It would be easier – less agonizing – than facing the truth: that Eren had never truly cared about sparing his feelings and that, whatever it was, it had been mutual from the very beginning.

The next song struck even harder. Of course it did. Because now, layered over the lust, was something infinitely worse.

The reason this album probably existed in the first place.

Hold on
I’m trying not to fall in love, but hold on
Or maybe I was high, but now it’s all gone

Love.

Levi was in love.

With Eren.

The love of Reiner’s life.

I’ll be your dirty little secret

Levi sang, his voice almost tender now, though the lyrics dripped with quiet accusation.

Promise I can keep it

Apparently… not anymore.

And Reiner couldn’t keep pretending. Couldn’t keep blocking out what was now blindly, painfully obvious – not just to him, but, he suspected to everyone. He didn’t need to open Twitter to know exactly what storm was already brewing there.

Guess the #LeverenIsReal hashtag hadn’t been as delusional as expected.

Abandoning his phone on the couch of their luxury hotel suite, he padded over to their bathroom. The door wasn’t even locked as he tried and succeeded to open it, revealing Eren sitting on the toilet with his head buried into his hands, sobbing quietly as a song played on the sink counter from his phone.

You get all worked up
Loving you, but it’s not enough
Loving you from the airlock of
Your heart, from airlock one

It didn’t take him more than three seconds to realize it was from the same album he’d just listened to in the living area. He didn’t say anything for a while. Just stared at his husband crying over Levi Ackerman. And he let him.

He just stood in the doorway, listening, unsure what to do.

The song ended and switched into the next one.

It was a bad idea calling you up
Was such a bad idea ‘cause now I’m even more lost
It was a bad idea to think you were the one
Was such a bad idea ‘cause now everything’s wrong

“Eren.”

Eren’s head snapped up, meeting his eyes with tears streaming down his cheeks. The same emotions written all over his face he’d caught when they parted after their first dance at their wedding. The pain in those eyes didn’t take away from his beauty at all. He looked like something you’d die to fix, and for a short moment, Reiner felt the need to assure Eren that everything was going to be okay.

But then the next verse filled the room, settling between them like a sign from above.

It was a bad idea calling you up
Was such a bad idea, I’m totally fucked
It was a bad idea to think I could stop
Was such a bad idea, I can’t get enough

And suddenly it wasn’t hard at all to come up with the right words.

“You fucking asshole.”

*** ***

In contrast to Reiner’s, Eren’s realization arrived laced with a flashback that now felt like a cruel blow of karma – a stinging, mocking slap from the universe itself. Maybe even its sarcastic answer to all his past arrogance.

He thought back to a wholly naïve Armin, someone who hadn’t understood a single thing about what he and Levi had been doing. Although, in hindsight, Eren knew he had been the more naïve of the two. Because he’d actually believed – had been fully convinced – that nothing bad could possibly come from his arrangement with the rockstar the entire world lusted after. Just some fun. Just some excitement. Just something no other person could give him quite like Levi did.

He remembered the moment distinctly: sitting on top of a crate during a filming break with Armin, cigarette between his fingers, the warm sting of smoke in his lungs as the sun dipped low behind the sprawling production site and soundstage. That’s when he caught sight of Levi striding past – face half-obscured by a fake blood-soaked bandage, two fingers bound in green fabric – yet the smirk tugging at his mouth belonged to neither the battered Lewin Feldmann, fresh from the fictional battle of Heaven and Earth, nor No Name’s magnetic frontman, L.

It belonged entirely to Levi.

Taking another drag from the cigarette, Eren’s eyes stayed locked on him, the thought flashing that he wanted to take those two bandaged fingers and wrap his lips around them. Like he’d done multiple times already. He followed Levi with his gaze until the man disappeared behind a trailer, leaving the air heavier in his absence.

His spiraling thoughts were cut short by a sharp nudge against his shoulder – Armin’s elbow, precise as ever.

“What’s actually going on with you and Levi?” His co-star asked, chin tilting toward the direction Levi had vanished, a deep frown etched into his face.

Eren only shrugged, casual to the point of dismissal. He tapped ash to the ground beneath his dangling feet with the same ease he brushed off Armin’s voice – accusatory, maybe even tinged with something that bordered on concern.

“We fuck.”

It was as simple as that. As simple as the thing between them.

Armin snorted, his voice sharpening into sarcasm. “Yeah, tell me something I don’t already know…” He shook his head, fingers fussing with the collar of his costume for what had to be the tenth time that day.

Although Eren’s easy smile didn’t fade, his brows lifted with mock innocence. “Come again?”

It made Armin groan. “God, Eren,” He muttered, fixing him with the kind of disbelief an atheist reserved for divine intervention. “Why are you fucking but not dating?”

Another shrug. Another drag. Smoke unfurled from Eren’s lips in slow, languid ribbons. “I like it that way.”

Because he did. He savored it. Relished it – especially when Levi was driving into him hard enough to leave him sobbing, breathless, undone, ordering him to take it like the filthy slut he was.

But Armin didn’t look convinced.

“You do?” He asked, his frown deepened, dragging faint lines through layers of carefully applied makeup meant to turn him into a young, ambitious soldier ready to march into war.

“Yeah,” Eren exhaled another warm cloud, eyes drifting toward the molten orange sky, “It’s easy.”

“You like him.”

It wasn’t a question – it was a verdict. One that carried a flicker of surprise, though none for Eren. That part had always been obvious to him. If anything, it only added to Levi’s appeal – that Eren found him not just fuckable, but likeable. They understood each other in a way that stripped the need for complications, making the whole thing cleaner and dirtier at the same time.   

So Eren didn’t hide that fact. Didn’t feel the need to. “Yeah, so?”

Armin took his time before responding, studying him with a look Eren couldn’t quite read – a mix of caution and inevitability – though Eren preferred to keep his gaze tilted toward the sky, watching the day’s light bleed out before the night would claim the set.

“I don’t want to see you heartbroken.” Armin said at last. Even then, it had sounded weighted, as if he could see a shape in the distance that Eren couldn’t. Not yet.

Eren laughed – a soft, amused sound – brushing the concern away like it was nothing more than the cigarette smoke curling around them. To him, it was the kind of worry that belonged to someone unacquainted with wicked games and the addictive pleasures that came with Levi’s and his carnal appetite. Love had never been the pit they circled. It wasn’t part of the deal. And it sure as hell wasn’t something Eren was chasing.

“Oh sweet, sweet Armin…” He mused, grinding out the last of his stub, flashing Armin a grin dripping with certainty. “The only thing that’s going to break is Levi’s dick if he thinks he can mess with me.”

A lie – an ugly, spectacular lie.

Because Levi’s dick was still perfectly intact.

Eren’s heart, however, was not.

It was Eren’s marriage that fractured, splintering clean in two less than a week after the vows.  And there he sat now, hunched over on the toilet in the bathroom of his honeymoon suite, shoulders caving under the weight of his sobs he couldn’t control. The tears came in waves, drowning him and saturating the air with a mixture of heartbreak and, disturbingly, the faint, unshakable taste of relief.

He'd been reaching for his third strawberry margarita of the evening – its syrupy sweetness doing nothing to smother the restless churn on his chest – when his phone buzzed.

A single text.

Just one.

With a link and a question.

And suddenly Eren couldn’t breathe. All because of Levi.

Again.   

Levi [7:01 PM]
https://open.spotify.com/album/2aFTHVoAqilSgvb6s6Kl5A?si=78270003b3c84c50
is that grand gesture enough?

What the hell was that even supposed to mean?

He’d thought – had snorted in fact – before muttering some excuse, leaving Reiner alone on the balcony, and slipping into the bathroom. He closed the door, sat down on the toilet lid, thumb hovering only a second before tapping the URL.

The link took him straight back to the same place that had nearly given him a heart attack months ago. The déjà vu was instant, the air thick with the same dread – but the emotional hit was different this time.

Gone was the raw spike of anger. Gone was the white-hot searing sting of betrayal – though a faint trace of it still clung, like smoke after a fire. Even the humiliation he’d braced for never came. Instead, it was something heavier. Suffocating.

A weight pressing down on his lungs until every breath was work. Eren was strangled by what he saw.

Because there it was.

An album. Dedicated to him.

To E. From L.

Sitting on Spotify as if it were nothing – casually dropped into the world like a tossed-off afterthought. No elaborate cover art, no dramatic reveal, just a name. Unadored. Stripped bare.

But to Eren, it was anything but plain.

It was monumental. It was grand.

His heart thudded harder as his gaze skimmed over the tracklist, each title a stone dropped into the still water of his chest, rippling outward until his pulse raced. And then – without letting himself hesitate – he tapped the first one.

The opening notes poured out, and a new wave of fear gripped him instantly. Not the same fear as when Levi had unleashed the catastrophe that was Marley. Back then, Eren had been afraid for his reputation, for the insincere scaffolding of his relationship with Reiner.

This time, it was something else entirely.

He feared he wouldn’t survive whatever truth waited inside those six songs, neatly lined up in front of him like loaded chambers in a revolver.

It didn’t take long for the tears beginning to fall as Levi’s voice spilled into the tiny space. Not the first tears – no, Eren had shed countless already. Night after night since the so-called happiest day of his life, lying beside his sleeping husband, willing the promised happiness to choke out the unwanted, stubborn roots of love carved into his heart by another man.

When the sobs overtook him – phone abandoned on the sink, his hands covering his face as he sat on the closed lid of the toilet – Eren finally understood. His marriage had never been destined to be anything more than the grand spectacle the excitable little boy in him had once dreamed about.

All thanks to Levi Ackerman.

That fucking insufferable asshole.

Goddamn him.

He’d done it again – ruining the thing Eren had convinced himself he wanted. As if the wedding song hadn’t been enough damage to his carefully created fog of ignorance.

And yet… even in his frustration, even through the rising heat of anger as he listened to what was unmistakable the most blatant love declaration from a man he’d once thought as emotionally available as a locked vault – he savored it. Every syllable. Every line. The venom-laced ones. The saccharine ones. But most of all, the unguarded, brutally sincere ones. The kind he’d longed to hear for months, the ones that had never come. Not until now.

Eren hiccupped into his palms, the swell of emotion tightening his throat, clogging his airway. His head spun, every nerve lit and trembling, while Levi’s voice filled the humid air from the tinny speaker.

Why don’t you shut the door?
Like the promises from God to feed the poor.
Or a promise to pretend I won’t give in
But we’re both a little drunk now
Can I have you forever?
Every single night

And when the chorus hit, Eren felt it – like the sharp recoil of the very gun Levi had loaded.

It started with a bang
Don’t know how you got me so messed up

Eren wondered that too. Every single day.

But baby, I won’t ever get enough, oh
‘cause I’m so damn into you

God… a laugh tore from Eren’s lips, wet and bitter. How could he have been so utterly blind – and deaf – all this time? But of course he had been. He’d always been the center of his own little universe, never noticing when a star that seemed so distant and unreachable inched closer, burning just for him.

That L, of all people, had fallen for him.

Levi – who had never been anywhere near in love, not in any way Eren had ever seen.

Levi – who had cut him open so precisely, so deliberately, that the wound still hadn’t closed.

But now, as the album unspooled, laying bare their tangled history like a meticulous timeline or an unredacted dossier – each chord, each lyric another damning entry – Eren realized something he’d never let himself see before.

That he had hurt Levi, too.

That beneath all the chaos, beneath the razor edges they’d both wielded, Levi loved him back.

Eren supposed he should feel remorse for that. Maybe even guilt. But he didn’t. Not entirely.

If anything, there was a dark, almost poisonous satisfaction in the knowledge that Levi’s heart was just as fractured, just as bleeding as his own.

The cruel irony was that Eren had already pledged himself to someone else. To a man who wasn’t a volatile drug high that left him shaking and gutted, but a steady, sustaining meal. A love without whiplash. Predictable. Safe.

Still… when Reiner finally jolted him out of his heartbreak with an insult that was nothing but earned and long-overdue – Eren knew the “forever” promise between them had been just another lie he’d told himself.

-September 27, 2021-

Eren’s hands trembled against the steering wheel, knuckles paling as he fought to keep hold of what little control remained over his fast-unraveling life. The only reason he was even driving was because he’d just stuffed a brand-new suitcase – not the one packed with swim shorts, speedos, and sunscreen, but one hastily filled with joggers, threadbare shirts, and boxes of tissues – to hole up at Jean’s place for the next few days.

But then, instead of heading straight down the road, his hands made a decision before his head could.  A sharp left turn, tires skimming the lane’s edge, and suddenly he was winding up that hill. The one that led somewhere he shouldn’t be going just yet.

His phone wouldn’t stop chiming – ping after ping, each a new intrusion. Messages from his mother, from his father – probably more disappointed in him now than they’d ever been. From Zeke (muted the second the first text appeared). From friends who didn’t dare call, who chose to let their concern and judgement drip into his notifications like some endless subscription to reproach.

On any other day, maybe he would’ve cared. Maybe he’d have read them, felt the sting, replied with an apology, or some hollow reassurance. But none of it even grazed him presently.

Because his mind was already claimed.

Not by the Maldives he’d left behind.

Not by the honeymoon he’d canceled.

Not even by the fact that he was now – officially – single.

Another notification popped up on his screen.

He didn’t care.

Didn’t even check who was trying to talk to him now.

It didn’t matter. His mind was fixed on something else.

On one person.

The only reason he’d veered off course.

*** ***

When Levi opened the door for the first time that day, surprise flickered across his face. Not at finding Eren standing here – he had expected that much eventually – but at how soon it had happened. He would’ve bet money it would take Eren more than a day to scrape together the courage to face him, to wade into the wreckage they’d both helped create. But Eren… he never failed to defy the expected.

In fact, he was everything but predictable.

He stood there now, glaring with those maddeningly beautiful features, teal eyes lit with a grim fire that did nothing to dull their glow. If anything, the darkness in them only made their brightness sharper. Because Levi saw something else in those eyes – something he’d first glimpsed at the wedding, though he knew, with painful certainty, it had been there far longer than that terrible day. He just hadn’t let himself see it.

Too blind.

Too insecure.

Too afraid.

But that was the past.

The present was Eren, in worn sweatpants and an oversized, crumpled No Name hoodie, standing in Levi’s doorway. And Levi knew this was the future, too.

His future.

He was sure of it now.

So he’d take Eren’s anger and every word, every glare, every barb Eren was ready to hurl at him. Because whatever storm came next, what waited on the other side once it eased up would be worth it.

Eren was always worth it.

Even with his tantrums.

“I can’t believe I’m standing here and wanting to punch you… again.” Were the first words out of Eren’s mouth, hissed through clenched teeth. But the blow never landed. Instead, he pushed a few loose strands of hair back behind his ear, and Levi’s fingers twitched with the urge to do it for him.

God, he’d missed this – him – touching his face. The familiar path of his fingers tracing over those prominent cheekbones, the glide of silk-fine strands between his fingers, the way he’d curl them around just to give a playful tug. He’d missed simply looking at Eren, like he did now, and feeling something other than pain.

The ache had been replaced days ago. It was something hotter that took place in the spot of hurt. Anticipation coiled tight in his gut, spreading slow and sure through his chest until it settled there, a steady hum beneath his ribs. It made Levi feel electric, alive. And it took every ounce of discipline not to close the space between them and dive headfirst into a kiss he so desperately craved.

But before he could reach for what he wanted, he had to take what he deserved.

So “Go on,” he said, calm, unshaken. He was ready. So goddamn ready to move past this but Eren deserved his moment of fury. It was only fair after what stunt he’d pulled.

“I’m so fucking mad at you.”

There it was.

Eren’s arms folded across his chest, his glare locked and loaded.

“Understandable.” Levi agreed without hesitation or even the pretense of objection.

“Reiner left me.”

“Yeah,” He shrugged, “I figured.”

A scoff cut the air, Eren’s eyebrows shooting up in indignation. “So now you’re proud to have ruined my marriage in the span of one week?”

Yeah, in hindsight, that was… kind of impressive, Levi thought. If patting himself on the back wouldn’t earn him a black eye, he might have done it. 

“I wouldn’t call it proud.” He said instead, his voice dropping into something more deliberate, more measured, his gaze apprehensive as he watched for Eren’s reaction.

A crease formed between Eren’s narrowed eyes – somewhere between contemplation and accusation. Maybe both. Or maybe it was just the stubborn heat of anger that hadn’t yet burned itself out since Levi hadn’t had the chance to speak his mind yet. But he would.

Oh… he so would.

However, Eren came first.

And so came his words, spat like a blade, meant to cut.

“You just want to see me fail, huh?”

They couldn’t have been more wrong. Not this time.  

“It’s not about that.” Levi deflated, the fight slipping out of his shoulders as he shook his head. He took a careful step forward, not only trying to bridge the space between them but to chip away at the thicker, heavier distance – the one that had been building for far too long.

Something flickered in Eren’s expression, his eyes widening just slightly. His voice lost some of its edge, drifting into something softer, almost wary. “What is it about then?”

Levi let out a short, dry snort – more amused than offended. “Have you even listened to the album?” His gaze pinned Eren in place, the kind of look a parent might give when the answer should be obvious.

The crease between Eren’s brows deepened, his voice almost clipped. “I did.”

“You did.” Levi echoed, as if tasting the words, letting the confirmation settle in his bones.

“Yes.”

“And...” taking another step, he was directly in front of Eren now, close enough to touch – though his hands stayed obediently at his sides. He wasn’t sure if it was the right moment yet to do what he wanted most. “What did you take from it?”

“That you’re the biggest asshole I know.” Eren shot back almost immediately, though the sting of his voice was muted, stripped of the venom it carried just moments ago.  

“Fair.” Levi conceded without missing a beat, the insult slid right off him.

Eren huffed at the nonchalance, shifting his weight, the impatient tap of his foot punctuating the silence. “You’re the worst human being.”

Levi’s lips twitched, the faintest curl threatening to bloom into a smile. “Also fair.”

“Why don’t you fight back?” Eren scowled in a way that made him look almost boyish – like a child denied the attention he demanded.

But Levi’s answer came simple, unembellished. “Because I’m done fighting.”

Blinking at him, Eren’s frown faltered, the line of his mouth softening into something caught between disbelief and the first flicker of hope. His eyes widened again, just enough for Levi to notice, their teal depths shining brighter than they had moments ago.  

“Why?” The word was barely more than a breath, fragile in its delivery.

Levi dared to reach out, brushing his knuckles in the lightest sweep against Eren’s jaw before letting his hand drop back to his side. That single touch, so fleeting, sent a tremor through Eren’s frame – though Levi wasn’t any steadier himself. His skin burned from the contact, the nearness of what he wanted to grasp thrumming in his veins.  

It was why his voice turned soft, why the corners of his mouth lifted into the faintest, tentative smile.

“Because you’re here.”

As if unwilling to let go, Levi rubbed his fingers together, chasing the phantom warmth of Eren’s skin still lingering there. A blush was blooming across Eren’s cheeks – subtle, but enough for Levi to wish he could keep that exact shade etched into him forever. Caused by him, and on one else again.

“Yes,” Eren admitted at last, though his tone clung to the last threads of resentment. “Because I’m mad at you.” His gaze darted down to the floor before snapping back up to lock with Levi’s, who had to fight the urge to laugh.

“You’ve said that already.”

A groan followed – drawn-out, exasperated. “God, Levi.” Eren lamented, shaking his head with a frustrated sigh. “Can you, for once, be anything other than an insufferable jerk?”

The answer came to Levi without hesitation, perhaps the easiest reply he’d ever given.

“Oh, I can be.” He said, voice steady and grounded, mirroring the unshakable certainty in his heart. “If you let me.”

The offer slipped from his lips low, his gaze locked on Eren’s with unrelenting focus – claiming, bare, and so painfully honest in what it promised.

Now, Eren’s brows furrowed again, confusion etching itself deeper into his expression. “What?”

And that was the moment Levi decided he’d had enough. Enough of holding back. Enough of biting down on the truth that had been lodged into his throat since last December. Just resting on the tip of his tongue for months.

This time, no Zeke was there to stop him.

“I can also be in love with you.”

It wasn’t a slap, but the effect of his words was just as sharp. Eren’s lips parted, jaw slackening as if he were convinced he’d misheard him. His eyes searched Levi’s face like they were looking for a trick.

“What?” Eren breathed again, quieter now, a whisper barely strong enough to survive the space between them. He blinked slowly, as though he needed to make sure this wasn’t some fever dream or dangerous fantasy.

But Levi knew – with every heartbeat pounding more love through his veins – that this moment was real. So fucking real. And for once, the love surging through him wasn’t tangled with doubt.

So he said it again, in all its intensity.  

“I’m in love with you, Eren.”

Silence stretched between them like a taut wire as Eren’s eyes began to glisten, tears welling with unspoken emotions.

Levi waited.

Waited for Eren to process the weight of it, the depth of –

“Say it again.” Eren whispered, just as the first tears traced a shimmering path down his cheek, unchecked. His lips trembled, teetering on the edge of a smile.  

Levi obliged without a second’s hesitation.

“I’m in love with you.”

This time, he closed the distance between them with one last decisive step, his hand coming up to cradle Eren’s neck, thumb brushing warm skin there. His fingers slid into the softness of Eren’s curls, tangling like it was second nature. Holding him close. Finally. Breathing him in. Being here, in Eren’s orbit, felt less like a choice and more like the only thing he was meant to do. Levi knew that now.

“Deeply so,” he added, his voice sure. Because he was. He was in so fucking deep, it felt carved into his bones. And he didn’t want it any other way. He wasn’t even sure it was humanly possible for him to be anything but consumed by this man.

Eren’s breath hitched, but he stayed silent, even as tears painted his face, streaking over his flushed cheeks, slipping to his cupid’s bow and past his parted lips.

“God, Eren…” Levi’s voice cracked, searching for words that could possibly match the pull in his chest, “I love you so fucking much that –” he faltered, frustrated at language itself for falling short – “that sometimes just looking at you is enough to make me feel like I’m losing my mind. Like I’m… dying because I can’t be with you.”

And quieter, almost swallowed by the cleft those words left behind, “At least not in the way I want to.”

But the dam had broken now, and there was no forcing the flood back. His grip tightened in Eren’s hair – not harsh, but demanding, anchoring him there. Eren gasped softly at the pull. Levi’s voice hardened into resolve.

“And you know what?” He all but growled, the confession hot with the kind of certainty you didn’t take from a man like him. “I’m not scared to say it. And I don’t care that I blew up your marriage, because I’m fucking selfish. You and I both know it. I’m an asshole, everything you call me. But that’s why I can’t let you go. Why I can’t kiss you – fuck you – and then pretend I don’t want to be in Reiner’s place. I’m sorry for what I did to you. I am. But I’m not sorry for –”

The crack of Eren’s hand meeting his cheek with a sharp slap stopped him cold.

Levi froze, head snapping slightly to the side from the impact, momentarily stunned into silence. He blinked himself back into focus just as Eren groaned.

“God,” Eren huffed, exasperation threading through the tears that still streamed down his face. “I hate you.”

Levi’s cheek burned where Eren had hit him, he hadn’t expected the slap just as he wasn’t expecting what came next.

“But…” Eren’s lips curved upward now, for real this time, as a hand slid to cup Levi’s face. He leaned in until their noses brushed, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. “I love you too.”

“Still an indecisive little shit, huh?” Levi muttered without real bite, resting his palm over Eren’s, rubbing absently at the lingering sting of the slap.

Pulling back just enough for Levi to catch the roll of his eyes, a half-annoyed, half-affectionate, “Ugh, you’re the worst,” left Eren’s mouth.

But before Levi could get a word in, Eren’s fingers hooked into the hem of his shirt, tugging him forward with a force that left no room for objection.

“I guess I am,” Levi murmured, their faces so close that his smile brushed against the curve of Eren’s chin, warm breath mingling in the narrow space between them that was begging to be sealed with their lips. “But so are you.”

“Yeah…” Eren conceded, that dazzling, almost painful smile blooming across his face – the one Levi had fallen for long before he ever dared to admit it. “And you love me.”

“And I love you.” Levi confirmed, rubbing his nose against Eren’s in unspoken claim. One arm snaked around Eren’s waist, pulling him snug, while the other stayed anchored at his neck, fingers splayed possessively against his skin.

“Good thing,” Eren said, lips coming close to Levi’s, “I love you too.”

And that was all the permission Levi needed to close the remaining gap between them and kiss Eren, convinced he would never have any other person again.

Buzzfeed: October 3, 2021

SHOCK SPLIT: Eren Yeager & Reiner Braun Call It Quits Just 12 Days After Saying “I Do”!

In a twist no one saw coming, Attack on Love has ended almost as soon as it began! Heartthrob model-turned-actor Eren Yeager and real estate titan Reiner Braun, have officially filed for divorce a mere 12 days after their lavish, star-studded wedding.

Sources close to the couple cite the official reason as “irreconcilable differences”, but Hollywood whispers tell a juicer tale – heated arguments behind closed doors, a suspicious number of celebrity “friends” in the mix, and more than one chart-topping track apparently inspired by E.

A well-placed insider from Braun’s camp spilled exclusively to BuzzFeed that the blond property mogul “packed his bags and moved out” of the pair’s multi-million-dollar Beverly Hills estate five days ago, leaving fans stunned and social media ablaze with speculation.

Neither Yeager nor Braun have commented publicly, but with their marriage ending faster than you can say “happily ever after”, Tinseltown is already placing bets on who will be spotted on Eren’s arm next. And if the rumors are true? Our money’s on one person only – L.

ma boi Aaron (@guiltyshipper1)
WHAT DID I JUST READ??!?!? #ErenYeager #ReinerBraun #Reiren #Leveren #LeviAckerman
1:20 PM – October 3, 2021 – 323,568 Views

Eren Ackerman (@keyandkravatt)
THIS IS TRUE?????????? #Reiren #Leveren
1:21 PM – October 3, 2021 – 285,411 Views
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😭😭 (@licoriceonice)
@keyandkravatt I can’t.
1:26 PM – October 3, 2021 – 160,755 Views

Eren Yeager updates (@EYupdates)
Confirmed. Eren and Reiner Braun have split. #ErenYeager #ReinerBraun #Reiren
1:30 PM – October 3, 2021 – 696,969 Views

leveren girlyyy ❣️(@biatchbozz)
I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!! Tweeting this from the psych ward, btw #LeverenIsReal #LeverenWillRise #FuckReiren2021 #BestNews
1:33 PM – October 3, 2021 – 228,646 Views

👑leveren queen👑 (@yeagermeister)
maybe…  I should convert to a religion after all because I prayed for this day and night to happen 🙏#ReirenSplit2021 #Leveren
1:34 PM – October 3, 2021 – 372,530 Views

here to take L’s medicine (@ughhhLevi)
“Irreconcilable differences” more like “Levi finally stepped up” 💅 #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager
1:36 PM – October 3, 2021 – 320,474 Views

Eren’s real husband (@ErenXLeviFan)
THIS IS BETTER THAN CHRISTMAS, EASTER AND MY BIRTHDAY COMBINED! #ReirenSplit2021 #ReirenDivorce #ErenYeager #FuckYouReiner
1:39 PM – October 3, 2021 – 306,687 Views

✨ackerman bbygirl✨ (@itishugoshmugo)
Oh what a day to be a leveren shipper. 😮‍💨
1:40 PM – October 3, 2021 – 177,222 Views

Humanity’s Strongest (@NoShameLeviLover)
Just counting down the days to get a pap shot of Eren moving into Levi’s house lol 🤞
1:53 PM – October 3, 2021 – 181,131 Views

crippling anxiety but thriving 🌞 (@godsawhorE)
I’m feeling bad for reiner tbh…
1:59 PM – October 3, 2021 – 139,816 Views
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WE WON BITCHES (@leveren2021)
@godsawhorE oh?? really? 🥺 I DON’T! HAH!
2:01 PM – October 3, 2021 – 124,025 Views

Charlotta (@ccharliii)
TO E FROM L IS ALL I SAY EVERY NIGHT AND EVERY DAY 🥳
2:10 PM – October 3, 2021 – 111,119 Views
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Levi & me 👉👌🫦(@fuckerman)
@ccharliii I listened to this entire album on repeat for the last couple of days and cried my eyes out
2:13 PM – October 3, 2021 – 97,852 Views
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cunt power⭐️💖 (@jaegerista)
@fuckerman Same… can’t imagine what that did to Eren
2:14 PM – October 3, 2021 – 95,000 Views
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Jean’s slut 🔒 (@KristeinIsmIne)
@jaegerista or to reiner
2:17 PM – October 3, 2021 – 91,602 Views
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TO EREN!!!!! 🗣️ (@I_slipped_and_fell)
@KirsteinIsmIne 💀💀💀
2:22 PM – October 3, 2021 – 44,883 Views
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mamma yewhaw (@00oo00)
@KirsteinIsmIne @I_Slipped_and_fell I’d dig myself a hole and never come out again
2:23 PM – October 3, 2021 – 56,017 Views
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Silent Investigator (@dniAntiRimmers)
@KristeinIsmIne @I_Slipped_and_fell @00oo00 I’d get myself a damn good divorce attorney and take half of Eren’s fortune.
2:27 PM – October 3, 2021 – 48,464 Views
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FeydPaul core (@HouseAsseatdis)
@dniAntiRimmers Good thing that Eren now has Levi’s money to spend hahahahahaah
2:36 PM – October 3, 2021 – 72,333 Views
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mamma yewhaw (@00oo00)
@HouseAsseatdis FACTS
2:38 PM – October 3, 2021 – 25,500 Views

Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
Eren and Reiner might’ve split but that doesn’t mean that Eren and Levi are a thing… or will be…
2:30 PM – October 3, 2021 – 331,880 Views
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69 Leveren Style 😈 (@hornytwinqz)
@psssstmrtn you really can’t call defeat, huh?
2:33 PM – October 3, 2021 – 327,091 Views
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Reiner’s tears 💧 (@NotASaint)
@psssstmrtn @hornytwinqz at this point there needs to be a pic of Levi and Eren fucking until this little fucker is going to believe the facts at hand… 😒
2:36 PM – October 3, 2021 – 309,224 Views
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glory Eldian (@HumansNoContext)
@hornytwinqz Bet?🤭
2:40 PM – October 3, 2021 – 171,465 Views

The SUN: October 8, 2021

Scandal in Sicily: Levi Ackerman checks into Four Seasons just one day after Eren Yeager amidst cheating rumors!

Gossip alert! Levi Ackerman was spotted checking into the Four Seasons resort in Sicily just one day after Eren Yeager, following Yeager’s sudden split from his husband, luxury real estate agent Reiner Braun.

Popcrave (@PopCrave)
Eren Yeager @ErenYeager and Levi Ackerman @LOfficial spotted together in Sicily!!! #LeviAckerman #NoName #ErenYeager
5:15 PM – October 8, 2021 – 1,002,912 Views
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E L E R E N (@horkneebean
@psssstmrtn ohhhh 👀 would you look at that???
5:17 PM – October 8, 2021 – 389,006 Views
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Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
@horkneebean No proof. Not real.
5:24 PM – October 8, 2021 – 242,505 Views
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E L E R E N (@horkneebean)
@psssstmrtn …
5:25 PM – October 8, 2021 – 130,374 Views

Eren’s real husband (@ErenXLeviFan)
OH MY GOD IT’S HAPPENING!!! IT’S FUCKING HAPPENING!!!!! #Leveren #LeviAndEren #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager

5:20 PM – October 8, 2021 – 743,566 Views

No Name Updates (@NNUpdates)
Levi spotted at a beach in Sicily with Eren Yeager. Here are the pap shots: bit.ly/4TsmZfy #NoName #LeviAckerman #ErenYeager #Sicily
5:52 PM – October 8, 2021 – 2,558,910 Views
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🤫 (@mydickisbiggterthanyours)
@NNUpdates OFFICIAL PHOTOS ?!??!?!?!?!?!!??!!??!!?!?!?!??!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??
5:52 PM – October 8, 2021 – 960,231 Views
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Not talking 2 U (@Hug_fuckme)
@NNUpdates AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
5:54 PM – October 8, 2021 – 628,949 Views
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toesuckingenthusiast (@eynashotfeet)
@NNUpdates

5:55 PM – October 8, 2021 – 376,377 Views

daily EY (@ErenErenEren)
PHOTOS OF EREN AND LEVI AT THE BEACH!!! bit.ly/4TsmZfy
5:51 PM – October 8, 2021 – 1,859,913 Views
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L + E = ❤️ (@leverenstan)
@ErenErenEren IS THAT EREN’S HAND IN LEVI’S PANTS?!?!?
5:57 PM – October 8, 2021 – 1,207,845 Views
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toesuckingenthusiast (@enyashotfeet)
@leverenstan IT SURE AS HELL LOOKS LIKE IT cbyob0vhykbvk<b
6:00 PM – October 8, 2021 – 871,336 Views
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L + E = ❤️ (@leverenstan)
@enyashotfeet HOLY SHIT HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT.
6:04 PM – October 8, 2021 – 409,372 Views
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LE 4 LIFE (@giups12)
@psssstmrtn I’m just gonna leave this here…
6:11 PM – October 8, 2021 – 393,281 Views
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LEVEREN😩 (@toasting_you)
@psssstmrtn @giups12

6:13 PM – October 8, 2021 – 334,155 Views
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Jojo Lover (@psssstmrtn)
@giups12 Don’t say it.
6:37 PM – October 8, 2021 – 73,467 Views
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LE 4 LIFE (@giups12)
@psssstmrtn oh, I don’t need to. The pictures speak for themselves lmao.
6:44 PM – October 8, 2021 – 68,534 Views
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LEVEREN😩 (@toasting_you)
@psssstmrtn @giups12

6:46 PM – October 8, 2021 – 64,623 Views

-October 9, 2021-

Levi walked up to their sun lounger at the private beach of the Four Seasons Sicily Resort, short hair dripping wet, skin faintly pink from the sun, and a salty crust forming where Mediterranean seawater had mingled with the excessive sunscreen he’d slathered on. In contrast to Eren, he didn’t exactly thrive in Italy’s sweltering heat – but even he had to admit, the Mediterranean beat anything Los Angeles’ beaches had to offer. And if he wasn’t enjoying the temperature, he certainly wasn’t complaining about the view: Eren sprawled out on the lounger in the tiniest pair of hotel-boutique speedos, reclined on his belly with an iPad in hand. Beside him on the small table sat a half-finished Aperol, a pair of Chanel sunglasses, and an outrageously expensive bottle of sun oil promising both a deep caramel tan and zero wrinkles. Apparently, Eren still didn’t think he was tanned enough – though his skin already gleamed like molten gold, matching the L-charm anklet Levi had bought him on their first night in town, after strolling the boutique-lined streets. Later, that anklet had dangled from his shoulders when Levi had him for dessert.

“What are you looking at?” He asked once he reached him – his boyfriend, he reminded himself.

Yes, officially boyfriend, at least to their friends. If that little announcement had ended with Floch and Jean exchanging crumpled bills while Floch cursed his bad luck, and Erwin popping champagne in celebration of the end of Levi’s months-long sulk… well, Levi really should have seen it coming.

He leaned down, squinting at Eren, letting a few cold drops of water drip onto his bare back. Squealing, Eren tilted his head to glare, then went back to the TMZ homepage.

“Oh, just the latest article about our little getaway,” he said with casual nonchalance that made Levi snort.

“How bad is it?” Bending lower, Levi attempted to peek at the screen, but Eren pushed his head away with a snicker, rolling onto his side and clutching the tablet to his chest like a state’s secret.

“I don’t know… you tell me,” He teased, wiggling his brows before reading aloud: “‘Rumor has it Levi Ackerman has never been more in love, a close source to the musician tells TMZ’.”

“Hm…” Levi hummed, stroking the stubble along his chin as if in deep thought, though all he was really doing was admiring Eren – the curve of his hip, the narrow taper of his waist, and the deep purple marks still fresh from that morning etched into his glistening skin. “And who exactly might that source be?”

From the way Eren smirked, Levi was at least fifty percent sure he’d made the whole headline up. But honestly? It wouldn’t have made a difference. In the grand scheme of things, it was just one more drop on a scorching stone – a single addition to the flood of tabloid fodder boiling over ever since they’d started stepping out in public together – since Eren’s wedding.

“I don’t know,” Eren grinned, batting his long lashes before rolling onto his back in a deliberate display – stretching so the defined planes of his torso caught the light just right, the lines of his abs leading down into that indecently red scrap of fabric. “Hange, probably.”

Levi hummed again – skeptical, but letting it slide. “Maybe it’s the first time I actually like what the press says about me,” he mused, before dropping down onto the soft cushion beside Eren – only to roll right over him in one swift motion.

Eren, surprised, spread his legs and let Levi settle between them, locking the iPad and setting it on the table. “Is that so?” He asked, fingertips tracing the slick, sun-warmed skin of Levi’s chest, skimming along his pecs and bite marks.

“Yeah.” Levi returned, catching that wandering hand before it could slip southward, into his swim shorts, guiding it to his lips, kissing each fingertip, then Eren’s knuckles, and then the center of his palm before resting it against his cheek.

Eren’s teasing smirk softened into a blinding smile. “And why’s that?” He asked, tilting his chin up expectantly, pinching Levi’s chest with his other hand just enough to make a point.

“Because,” Levi murmured, pressing a single kiss to Eren’s lips before lowering his voice even more – not because it was a secret (by now, the whole world probably knew), but because he wanted it to be just for them. “That rumor is true.”

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-August 13, 2018-

Levi hadn’t really wanted to attend the kick-off party. Not tonight. Not at all. It wasn’t that he disliked his co-stars or the crew behind the camera – though truth be told, he didn’t know them well enough to form any real opinion – they seemed fine, good even. But he was tired. Bone-deep tired. The kind of exhaustion no amount of sleep could mend. This wasn’t about rest; it came from somewhere deeper, something missing he couldn’t quite name, an unshakable absence that had calcified into boredom. Into a dull, airless lack of inspiration and motivation.

The only reason he was here at all – leaning against the bar beside Connie – was guilt. Three weeks ago, he’d promised he’d stay at least until the end of dinner, and Levi Ackerman was too stubborn to break his word. Maybe it would be good to socialize. That’s what people said, anyway. Most of the crew still treated him with a polite wariness, their knowledge of him filtered entirely through headlines: That he was originally more rockstar than actor. And Levi didn’t exactly hand out pieces of himself freely. If anything, he had a habit of hiding behind the armor of his stage persona. People expected L, not Levi – the man now standing here, waiting for a bartender to finish his whiskey sour because Connie and Sasha had dragged him, along with a handful of other cast members, to the so-called “after party” following the production dinner.

Hange’s voice echoed in his head, telling him this might actually be good for him and lift his spirits. They weren’t wrong, he supposed. For the better part of a year, Levi had been turned inward, retreating into himself, finding less and less to care about. Everything had gone gray. No Name was slogging through a suffocating creative block, his bandmates were busy with their domestic lifestyles, and Levi himself? He’d been killing time with squash.

Golf had been an experiment too – Erwin’s idea, of course. But that was a disaster from the start. Too much pomp. Too much standing around in the sun, too much pretending to enjoy coasting in a cart or hauling overpriced gear over perfect grass. The whole thing looked better on Erwin anyway.

After three stubborn weeks of trying to will himself into liking it, Levi had surrendered, ditching Erwin and the lessons both.

He’d found another distraction instead: acting. Which was why he was here now, with Connie, taking his whiskey sour from the bartender with quiet relief. If he was going to endure a room packed with strangers and drowning in the greatest hits of the ‘80s and ‘90s, he would surely need alcohol. More alcohol.

At least Connie and the rest of his much younger co-stars were easy to be around – laid-back, open, not too demanding. Levi could appreciate that.

But there was one person who was different. Someone who unsettled him – not in an irritating way, but in a way he hadn’t experienced in years.

And just as he turned, scanning the crowd for the booth where the rest of the cast lounged with their drinks, his gaze snagged on him.

Eren.

No longer seated between Sasha and Armin, but out in the thick of the crowd – dancing in the crush of overheated, sweaty bodies, wrapped in a silver chain top and black Diesel jeans. The overhead lights caught on every shimmering sequin, scattering sparks across his skin so that, for a moment, Levi could have sworn he was looking at a human disco ball. And he moved like one too – effortless, fluid, perfectly in sync with the thumping bassline of yet another ‘80s classic.

Levi wasn’t sure why, but his feet rooted to the spot. His eyes stayed locked on Eren, unwilling – or maybe unable – to look away.

They hadn’t spoken much so far. There hadn’t been a chance. But the one hour they’d shared in the recall audition, running through a few scenes, had left an imprint. In truth, Levi had barely managed to focus on his lines at all. The second he’d first laid eyes on Eren, something had hit him – something dangerously close to awe. That playful curve of his mouth, the impossible depth of those teal-green eyes, the tumble of chocolate dark hair, the sun-warmed skin. Every detail was unfairly, arrestingly beautiful.

And Levi Ackerman didn’t impress easily. He’d spent years with starlets draped over his arms, celebrities and strangers alike vying for his attention. He’d had more groupies than he could name. But Eren was something else entirely – another category altogether.

Needless to say, he probably should’ve expected it. Eren Yeager was a full-time model after all, new to the acting scene, just like Levi, but already carrying that undeniable magnetism in his every movement. It was no wonder the Attack on Titan team had cast him the instant he’d opened his mouth – nothing but perfect for Aaron Kruger. Levi had only been at the recall to test for chemistry. And they’d found it.

When he’d finally gotten his voice back and stopped staring like a complete creep, they’d slipped easily into dialogue and – while breaking character – banter. Or maybe it was flirting. Levi still wasn’t sure. But he remembered the shift – the way Eren’s smile turned, sly, a spark in his eyes as he toyed idly with a strand of his hair, and Levi, almost without thinking, spread his legs where he sat across from his soon-to-be co-star.  

Perhaps that had been enough of an invitation. 

Because now, Eren moved like a provocation – hips rolling, hands trailing down his own torso, hair whipping loose to the beat of You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) by Dead or Alive.

And Levi, watching from across the room, found himself genuinely wondering whether he was dead or alive himself in that moment. Because something was stirring in him that hadn’t happened in far too long – a slow, molten pull of heat that curled low in his gut and spread outward, undeniable. Arousal. His body betrayed him with the faintest twitch that had his jaw tightening, his cock beginning to stiffen against his will.

Which was… something.

Unexpected as fuck, yes. But with Eren moving like that? Who could possibly blame him.

Eren danced like the most tantalizing thing on earth. Or maybe even in heaven. Hell, Levi couldn’t decide – and he didn’t care. All he knew was that the sight left him wordless. Again. All thanks to Eren Yeager – that unbearably, ruinously gorgeous man. Someone Levi shouldn’t be looking at with this much hunger, this much raw want carved into his stare. But there was no stopping. With every fluid sway of Eren’s hips, every long stride of those legs, every flex of that exposed stomach catching the light, Levi sank deeper into the spell.

God, how could one person be this mesmerizing?

And then – as though he’d felt the intensity of Levi’s gaze – Eren’s found his. Between swaying bodies and flaring lights, that teal stare locked on him, unwavering.

Without ever looking away, without even blinking, Eren reached for the nearest body beside him, catching some stranger by the wrist and placing their hands deliberately on his own waist. Then he leaned back into them, moving in a way so filthy it bordered on obscene. It was fucking sinful.

Levi’s crystal glass almost tipped out of his hand, nearly spilling onto the already sticky floor.

Still, his eyes didn’t leave Eren’s – those glinting, mischievous eyes that carried the same challenge Levi had caught in them during the recall. Sharper now, hotter. More ravenous than even the sly glances they’d shared across the restaurant table, half-drunk on wine and unspoken tension.

And the smirk – God, that smirk – it was back in full force. It curled over damp, pink lips, somehow luminous even in the flicker of dim lights. Eren started to mouth the lyrics now, lips forming each word in time with the beat as his hands slid up to cradle the neck of the stranger behind him – a guy Levi couldn’t have cared less about.

Because even with that random bloke plastered to Eren’s backside, the invitation in Eren’s gaze wasn’t for anyone but Levi.

He recognized it instantly.

So he took a slow, delicious sip from his drink, letting the tangy burn coil over his tongue as the music throbbed in his ears.

“All I know is that to me, you look like you’re lots of fun
Open up your lovin’ arms, watch out, here I come.”

The grin on Eren’s lips widened, a teasing, infuriating thing, punctuated by a lazy wink. Then – with all the patience of someone who knew exactly how wanted they were – he curled one finger and beckoned Levi closer.

Tipping the rest of his drink back in one long swallow, the whiskey going down hot, Levi set the empty glass on the bar behind him.

Yeah, he thought, pushing away from the counter, eyes never leaving Eren for one second.

You do look like you’re lots of fun.

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