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Top!Levi Bottom!Eren, just to make it completely clear. :) And Eren is aged up to 23.


Needles and Ink

It had been a long week for Eren so far, as getting used to the old ways of life was proving difficult after serving his 4 years in the USMC. Every morning, his alarm went off at 5:30 and he quickly hopped out of bed to start his morning routine of jogging 3 miles and heading to the gym where he worked on his build relentlessly. He wasn't bulky by any means, but he was toned and lean. He prided himself with keeping his shape, even with no further commitments forcing him to do so. His breakfasts were packed with protein to start the day off right. After that a quick shower ensued. And then...

Damn. He didn't know where to start. Mikasa had everything taken care of with her job at a veterinary office so their apartment had been secure while he was away, and now he was struggling with how to spend his day. He had plenty money saved up over the years, and they were in no financial trouble at all. He still thought about looking for a job around town, just so he could have a way to spend his time wisely. He already had his Associates degree, not that he thought it would get him very far these days, but the USMC college program had certainly helped to get it over with. A job at a bar seemed like a plausible idea, a bartender perhaps. They made bank off of tips on good nights, especially in more upscale places. All it took was an easily obtained bartending certificate.

Eren relaxed in his familiar surroundings as he walked down the street a few blocks from home. It was a main strip that contained bars, clubs, unique little shops, restaurants, and attractions. One of his favorite places was the tattoo shop down on the corner next to a small sub shop. Before he left for the marines, he had visited frequently, regardless if he was getting a new tattoo or not. The woman that worked there was fun and outgoing and it was easy to talk to her about anything and everything. The last time he had saw her she was pregnant with a baby girl. She would be absolutely adorable at this age.

He smirked to himself and made his way up to the door, pushing it open and quickly stepping inside with a near skip in his step. The bells on the door jingled to signal his arrival and he looked around for the familiar woman, but instead of her, he found something else entirely.

Someone else entirely. The man was facing away from him, cleaning up and sanitizing his worktable. From what he could see, the guy had ebony hair and a simple undercut, the rest of his hair falling in a graceful manner. He looked short, too. But when the man turned around, his eyes widened a fraction and his breath caught in his throat.

Fuck.

His features were sharp and those steel grey eyes bore into him with boredom lurking in those depths. Those lips, though, oh, they looked awfully delectable...

"Can I help you?" the man said, his voice smooth and deep, sending delicious shivers up Eren's spine.

Goodbye boredom, hello sexy.

The man came up to the counter and looked, no, glared at him expectantly, as if he were interrupting something important. He waited for Eren to speak.

The brunet smirked and placed his hands on the counter, to which the artist's eye twitched.

Now that he had a closer look at the man, he couldn't help but feel giddy at the thought of his hands on him, and he was now completely on the side of getting another tattoo. He already had plenty, but more couldn't hurt. The artist was decorated as well, with tattoos claiming his arms and neck, possibly more underneath that black shirt he wore. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows in a delectable display and the collar was a wide v-neck, showing off part of his muscular shoulders.

Again, fuck.

He leaned in slightly with a mischievous smile. "Of course you can help me, but what's your name?"

"Levi. Now what do you want?" he said in annoyance, looking Eren up and down. This kid didn't look like he had any ink at all. Probably came in here looking for a small, shitty first tattoo like everyone else. Something fucking stupid that he would have to deal with. Then again, the kid sported fatigue trousers, combat boots, and a hoodie, so there wasn't much skin to see.

Still, the doubt was there.

"So pissy," Eren said offhandedly and pulled out his phone to scroll through his photo gallery. While looking, he spoke again, "Are you like this with all of your customers, Levi?"

The emphasis to his name and the snarky comment made him want to smack that smug look off of this brat's face, but he withheld the urge with respectable self-control.

"I'm like this with fucking brats that come in here with the intention of getting a shitty fucking tattoo and give me lip," he snapped, crossing his arms securely over his chest. The tight shirt hugged the muscles on his arms and Eren was impressed by the display, resisting the urge to reach out and give them a squeeze.

He looked back down at his phone with a huff and found the picture he wanted, holding it out for the man to see, though he didn't forget what he said about "a shitty fucking tattoo" and decided to ignore it until it was time to take off his hoodie. Oh yeah, the thought of showing off to the man was a very pleasant thought indeed. He wanted to wipe that judging, hard look from his face and then attack those divine lips...

He internally groaned at himself.

Levi inspected the photo with a raised eyebrow, glancing back up to the brat standing before him. It wasn't a bad choice by any means. This kid had taste. It was a golden dragon head with outstretched talons tearing away at the transparent background, creating angry, red cuts, its mouth open in a snarl. It was highly detailed, every scale pronounced and not a shadow forgotten, but what struck him as amazing was the fact that it looked like the kid had taken a picture of a drawing, as if he had drew it himself. It was a good quality photo, at least, so it wouldn't be a problem to make a stencil.

He wasn't about to make a commotion about the art skill, though.

"The email is taped here, send that photo to it." It was every bit of the demand that his tone made it out to be and Eren complied immediately. Within a minute, the picture was there and he printed it out.

"Where do you want it? I need to know for the size."

"On my back, right shoulder."

Levi nodded. The size he had in his hand was good enough and he brought it over to a table to prepare a stencil. As he worked, Eren looked around the shop, wondering just where that woman went. Perhaps she quit to take care of her child? Who knows. The set up here was practically the same, except for the art on the walls. Where she showed off skulls, roses, and tribal work, this guy seemed to prefer gore, dragons, reapers, and the male physique. That intrigued Eren, but he didn't question it.

"Alright, brat, get over here and take off your hoodie and shirt." Levi had his station ready for him when he came over, his stencil waiting on the desk, ready to be applied to fresh, tan skin.

"Sure thing, sir." Eren winked at him, causing the man to glare at him once more. He decided he enjoyed those grey eyes staring at him in all their smoldering intensity as he peeled off both his articles of clothing simultaneously. He did it slowly, giving the man time to admire everything he had to offer, which was nothing short of impressive.

The teen was certainly fit, but what really caught Levi's attention was the sheer amount of tattoos that already littered his body. They covered his arms, up and down his chest, down, down, until they disappeared into his camouflage pants. Some wrapped around to his lower back and for a second he wondered what they looked like if his pants were a little lower on his hips...

He mentally slapped himself and focused on being professional, not that the things that had been coming out of his mouth were professional in the first place.

"See anything you like?" Eren purred, dropping his hoodie and shirt next to the bench and crawling on to lay down on his stomach.

"Shut up, brat," he hissed, but at the same time he was focusing on the dip in the kid's back that lead up to a perfectly round ass. Not only did he memorize every curve of his body, but he also remembered the way those oceanic eyes looked at him with intrigue swirling in those perfect, bright orbs.

Besides that, yes, he did see something he liked, and it was going to drive him insane to have to sit here with his hands touching and prodding at his beautiful skin. Of course, he had many handsome guys walk into his shop, but for some reason this kid was a different story, rubbing him in all the wrong, or right, directions. Those eyes were pools of beauty that he could easily find himself aimlessly getting lost and swimming in them for hours.

Eren rested his head on his arms and watched as the man pulled up his chair next to him. Damn, that shirt was tight on him, if only he could just get a little touch...

The artist felt those eyes on him, and he turned away to grab his tattoo gun with a smirk at how obvious this brat was making it seem like he wanted him. Of course he wanted Levi, who could resist? Women fawned and men flirted outrageously, with terrible pickup lines and offhanded comments that were no doubt innuendos. But this kid made it obvious with his eyes alone, he didn't need to open that damn mouth and spew cheeky words.

Turning back around and settling into his chair, he wiped down the area for the tattoo and applied vaseline to his starting point. He put more pressure than he needed to and he could have sworn he heard a low groan from the male below him. With black gloves on he grabbed his gun and settled down into the chair, pushing a lever on the bench with his foot to lower it to his height.

Dipping the needle into the ink and testing it out, he felt satisfied and rested his arm on a muscular back, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. All of the curves and dips, the muscles, the warmth, was like his body was demanding absolute attention, and for the next couple hours, this kid would have all of it.

He began on the first few lines and not surprisingly, he didn't flinch or tense. He was completely relaxed beneath the needle.

Levi decided to speak. "What's your name, brat?"

"Obviously it's not fucking 'brat', you can call me Eren." He shifted his arm beside him, careful not to move his back. His eyes were focused on the black jeans that Levi wore and he wondered how quickly he could take them off. He was daring, absolutely daring, when he slid has hand farther until it was off the bench and hanging over the side.

"Tch, save it, I'll call you whatever the hell I want, brat." Eren was feisty, indeed. Levi could easy put out those flames if he so wished, but he held his tongue in favor of finishing a particularly long line on his back. His hand was steady and the needle wasn't too light or too deep into the skin.

Eren's hand inched closer, and whether Levi knew or not wasn't a problem, as long as he could just get a touch and get a reaction out of the man. The raven was bent over his back, too focused to notice the wandering appendage that was nearing his leg. Eren waited until he lifted the needle from his skin before he brushed his hand over his knee.

He could feel the man tense and release a small growl. The action the man took next was so immediate that Eren didn't see it coming. A heavy hand came down on his ass and he let out a loud moan in response.

That moan sent a delicious chill down Levi's spine and he reveled in the way in sounded. So he liked pain, huh? This inked up brat was a masochist, because that was in no way a light hit.

"I'm trying to work, you little shit," he hissed, his hand hovering momentarily over his clothed flesh before he brought it back to his skin where he worked. He was growing increasingly impatient with the one under his hands. Not because he wanted to finish the tattoo, but because he wanted to strip the boy and fuck him senseless into the bench. He wanted to claim him.

"It seems like you want something else, as well," the boy said in that cheeky, sensual voice. Levi wanted to hear more.

He made no move to reply. The needle touched skin again and the kid stopped moving in favor of not wanting his tattoo to be ruined. A silence continued on for what seemed like hours. What he said was driving Levi insane.

Yes, he wanted something else. He wanted to be buried in him to the hilt and make him scream his name with that fucking slutty voice.

He would get it, oh, he definitely would.


So, tell me what you think? I'll have the next chapter up soon~ It does seem like it's moving fast, but I think this is going to be a short story rather than a lingering multichapter. We shall see how it goeeeessss!