Eren was sitting on the floor of his cheap dorm. And by cheap he meant mattress on the floor, and everything that was supposed to be put onto shelves, when he unpacked, had taken up permanent residence in card board boxes. There was a leak in the roof, but at least their was heat and a dim light, even a old TV with one of those vintage VCRs installed underneath the screen. It was no 70 in flat screen, but neither was he. He could have sworn this wasn't a real room, more like a kitchen, the way the floor wasn't wooden slates or carpet like Mikasa's was. Instead it was a hard, black and white chess board print. The walls at least managed to liven up the room, with all the Marvel posters he had put up, but in the end the only thing that really made it home was his annoying, horrible, cute, sweet, grumpy guy who visited in the night as of lately. Who was currently snoring off a dull hangover on the right side of his king size mattress, half covered in Eren's Winter Solider comforter. Which seemed to be the only thing keeping Levi somewhat decent, covering up his naked bottom half, but not at all sparing Eren the surprise of looking over to see the muscled back, and dark hair that laid against the pillow. How those beautiful shoulder blades shifted when ever he stirred slightly, moving into a position that would cause him to groan. Booming and deep in his throat, like tectonic plates colliding.

This university was a special one, Eren was enjoying his break from his in-laws, and could see his friends more often. Sometimes more of them he'd ever wanted to see in a life time.

He was in sports division. He felt no shame in the fact he was a male cheerleader. What was their to feel shamed about? His cheer leading had led him to meet Levi after all, who spent enough time over, that he counted as Eren's room mate. The dark haired male, didn't actually live on campus, or anywhere really. But he worked hard to be a modeled athlete. Eventually soaring to the top marks in almost every sport that he deemed worth while.

It was a while, that Eren sat their half naked, with an extra blanket pulled around his shoulders, sitting beside the mattress watching his taped version of 'Spiderman 3', and not totally fanboying over the finesse of Venom's CG, whilst munching on his new favorite cappuccino flavored potato chips.

"Hn...Brat..." Eren turned his head, Levi wasn't looking at him, just reaching his hand out, searching. "Gimme some."

Eren laughed, but put a stack of chips in Levi's out stretched palm, which disappeared into his mouth. He groaned.

"Ugh, they taste like crap." his hand returned, "...Gimme another one."

Eren did.

"Nope still crap, I told you to get those Wasabi ones. Coffee in a chip? that's just...wrong...Gimme another one." Eren smiled to himself, and heard Levi crunching on the chips.

'He likes them.' Eren just crawled into bed next to the half asleep football player.

Eren woke up feeling cold. He sat up, Levi wasn't there, but his phone had at least 12 messages on it.

'Eren pop quiz today.'

'Eren you need to get up'

'take a shower'

'wash behind you ears, and well every other place else.'

'use both shampoo and conditioner'

'but don't forget to brush you teeth'

'you can do that while you washing behind your teeth and everywhere else you know,'

and so on and so forth, Mikasa's griping could go on forever. When was she gonna realize he didn't need babying? He check the time, he had plenty of time to get ready before his first class. But he didn't want to wake up, eyelids heavy.

Eventually Mikasa continuous texting bothered him enough to wake up, partly.

Eren pulled on the t-shirt Levi had left on his floor about two weeks ago, and red basketball shorts. He venture out into the quiet hallway, knowing the only other people who lived on the floor where already in the bathroom. He walked in, and brushed his teeth. Bertholdt was at the sink, tossing water on his face.

He yawned and scratched his lower back, the muscles beneath the surface had a familiar twinge. As he scratched his abs, he caught glimpses of the teeth marks on his hip bones, and all those hickeys that trailed up to his neck and all the way down to his calves. The tall dark haired man patted his head.

"You awake, Jeager?" he smiled good-naturedly.

"NooooOOOoo! I'm TiiiiIIIiiiired~!" he yawned as he whined, and A bulky blonde emerged in only a towel from the showers. Steam pouring out by his ankles, and ghosting around his flushed face.

"You can use the shower now Jeager." Reiner stretched and Bertholdt smiled knowingly in the blonde's direction when he whimpered at the ache in his own hips.

Eren barely registered the two other boys as he pulled off his t-shirt and dumped it on the ground. Bertholdt gasped, and Eren had kind of just blinked blearily at him, before looking in the mirror, his eyes widening.

Red angry lines ran up and down his shoulder blades. Two or three, where actually scabbing over. They went in all directions, some even dipping below the waist band of his shorts.

"It looks like a badger was taped to your back." Bertholdt stepped closer, examining a particularly nasty bite. Bruises in the shape of finger tips went along Eren's shoulders and around his hips. The brunette rubbed his neck and shrugged it off. "Are you really okay?"

There was concern in the dark eyes. Eren shied away from the gentle touches to the wounds. "Yeah, totally it happens all the time."

"It doesn't look like sex, Eren. It looks like abuse."

Eren rolled out some tension in his shoulders considering carefully what he could say to that. "Some like it rough."

"Yeah and some get roughed up. There's a difference Eren. Rough sex is, well- it's-"

"It's good Sex."

Eren's face was stern, he didn't say anything more, he just shucked off his shorts, and stepped into the shower, turning the spray to a level below his usual scalding because burning water was not gonna make these battle scars feel better.

When he stepped out of the shower, he saw a pile of neatly folded clothes on the sink. 'Berdt' he thought, as he walked forward. On top was a pair of his Deadpool briefs and he carefully looked around to make sure no one saw him wearing them. He pulled on black sweats after that, and then a white tank top with a picture of Iron Fist, mid punch. He brushed his hair and applied his usual layer of lip balm before exciting the room, checking the time on his phone. He grabbed his bag from his dorm, as he walked past, and made his way down the stairs to his class room, not even bothering wearing foot wear other than socks. Thank God, Art was in the building literally right next door to his dorm or he would have had to pack on the layers for the cool German temperatures that dunked in November.

Inside the other building he waltzed around with the swagger he always had, but with a slight limp. His classroom was high end, worth his hard earned cash. With a kick ass instructor to boot, mind you could be pretty crazy at times though.

As he walked through the door, he was soaked with what smelt like normal water, but for all he knew, she could have just doused him in bee pheromones.

"Welcome to class Jeager!" she said, dropping the container on the floor, and bowing her head."Namaste."

"Namaste." he bowed back awkwardly, taking his seat next to Mikasa, who offered him a towel from her sports bag.

"Thanks," Eren looked around, "Where Reiner and Berdt?"

"They texted me that they had a slight hold up, I already told they where gonna be late." Mikasa's dark hair was pulled away from her face in a ponytail her ear buds sticking out like little green jellybeans from her ears.

"Their totally banging right now." Eren laughed.

"duh." Mikasa sat back in her chair, but remembered something and reached for her bag. "Mom sent you these." she handed him a couple boxes of Pocky, along with a armful of other assorted Japanese snacks. Eren's eyes lit up when he saw the pink colored gummies shaped like cat paws.

"Ah! Thank you, Mom!" he cheered as if she was actually there, "Where does she even buy these? I want a million." he popped one into his mouth and chewed. Savoring the rare treat his Mom would send with Mikasa when she would visit.

"Wha-!?"

"AW, What the Fuck!"

Eren didn't even have to turn his head. The slosh of water,and the disgruntled examinations were enough. When he did turn around, the dark hair behemoth's crumpled clothes where dripping, and Reiner, had hid behind him (you know, like a true friend) but managed to still get a face full of water.

"You are late! That's what you get for having Sex when you should be having-" she paused, trying to think of the word, "having...a good time in my class!" she grinned, as they took their seats.

"I see you got doused, Bertholdt, was it worth the extra round?" Eren raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know was that joke worth the black eye I'm about to give you?" Reiner chimed in behind Bertholdt, shaking the wetness from his hair.

"oh, I'm so scared! I mean the way you leaped behind Berdt when that water was coming at you! What. A. Man." Eren snorted, and puttered out on his dramatics on the last line.

"Alright, class, are we all here?" Zoe looked around, nodding as to see yes, the only students who didn't leave after the first two weeks where present. "I bet you are wondering why I doused you all in holy water?"

'So that's what it was...' Eren thought, he popped in his ear buds, and tuned out Hanji for the majority of the class, faking taking notes. Surrendering his attention to drawing doodles of Levi. One with dog ears, the other in a police men's uniform. He shivered at the latter, maybe Levi would agree to fuck him with at least the hat on, maybe use had cuffs again.

"Eren." Eren glanced up at Mikasa from his doodles. She placed a delicate white hand on his cheek and he winced. "As i thought, here." he nearly jumped ten feet in the air as she pressed a chilled ice pack against his face suddenly. It was almost freaky how she seemed to pack a diaper bag of anything and everything he would ever need. "You need to cut back a little, or your gonna ruin your future acting career."

"What acting career?"

"The Porn Star one...the one you gonna have with me...and your dick...and your stage name will be." she thought for a moment," 'The Jeager Bomb'," she quirked a gentle smile and he laughed nervously avoiding her face.

"Yeah..."

"So are you kids ready fro the fall formal!?" Hanji screamed out, striking a pose, getting everyones' attention.

"NO!"

"Booo!" Reiner yelled, and the five people in the room all looked among themselves.

"Well, to bad!" she grinned, "Because I know for a fact everyone in this room is also in my Leadership Elective Class! So if you want an A, you have no choice!"

Eren huffed, she smiled sweetly despite them, "This years theme will be chosen by..." everyone drummed against the table like a drum roll. Eren held his breath, crossing his fingers it wouldn't be chosen by Mikasa again. Last year, she choose Wedding Night casual. Made everyone show up in fucking womens' underwear, jocks traps and lingerie.

It was fucking awesome.

"Reiner!" Hanji gestured towards the blonde. "Tell us who it is!"

Reiner rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. "It's, well, " he opened the folded piece of paper had handed him before class, he sighed, face palming. "...god dammit."

"YEAH!" Eren jumped in victory. Hanji laughed, watching him pump his fist in the air.

"So, Jeager what shall it be?"

"Marvel Mayhem!" He squealed, jumping up from his seat. Mikasa smirked at him.

Hanji nodded, "I had a feeling you'd say that." she wrote the theme out of the board in huge dry erase letters. "Alright, we'll discuss your first projects next period, You are released!" and in perfect timing as usual, the bell rang. They packed up, and Eren returned the ice pack.

He exited the class room with Mikasa, the usual stares they got seemed more so today. Maybe it was the strawberry pink sweater Mikasa wore with pixelated red roses. Maybe it was the lace thigh highs she wore. Maybe it was today's pair of black lacey panties with an intricately laced garter belt. Either way, it was almost the end of the year, people should be used to the way she dressed. He hair shimmered in the glow of the decorative Christmas lights that decorated each doorway of each class room. Save for one.

This particular one was his favorite door, (and room) of the whole school. Besides his own. Surrounded in blue cardboard cut out he made himself, gave it the impression you where opening the doors to a prop straight from Doctor Who.

A blue police booth.

The white washed windows, melded perfectly to the wall, and he prided himself how much positive feed back he got. He pushed the door open and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. The icing on the cake the reason he came to this school to study, other than it was one of the best art schools in all of Germany.

Eren didn't know whose idea it was to meld study hall and giant aquariums together, but who ever it was, give them a freaking metal.

On the wall directly to the right,when you walked in, was a huge full wall of thick glass, that separated him and an entire eco-population of tropical fish. He took a seat in one of the wooden tables across from the tank, opening up his laptop. Mikasa did the same snuggling in next to him. The silence filled by the clacking of computer keys. They stayed like that for a while, and before he nudged her gently.

"Aye got any other snacks?"

She leaned down and lifted a tupper-wear out of her bag. His eyes lit up.

"Cookies!"

"Gluten-Free, no flour, no sugar, no butter, butterscotch chips." she smiled her naked lips. plump and pink. "Just the way you like it." He giggled some times her Korean accent made her the second cutest thing in the world to him.

"Your the best!" he dove into the box, eating and entire cookie in one bite.

"So...super heroes?" she looked at him, rubbing her hands together. The aquarium room tended to get a little cold.

"Yeah! I was waiting forever to get chosen for the theme picker!" she settled back in the cushions, sipping gingerly at her thermos. The silence between them was calm.

"Look, Eren." she stared down into her cup, blinking long dark lashes against her cheeks. "I...I saw the scratch marks." his face slumped in a frown.

"No, Mikasa...It's not like that, it's-"

"Very suspicious." she finished for him, taking a sip of the warm drink.

"I resent that." his eyebrows furrowed.

"I resent your attraction to some one who hurts you."

"It's consensual, Mikasa. Haven't I already explained this to you like a hundred times."

"Yeah, but just hear me out Eren." He sat back in the cushion a little more dramatically than he should have, but she ignored it. "We're just concerned. Even Mom said something. Those picture I sent, I tried to get your good sides, but she saw the bruises..." she lifted up the corner of his shirt, where purple had begun to fade. "And the scratches, and well nearly everything else, it's..." she leaned in, "It's gonna catch the attention of the higher ups, for all you know the principal could see and dub it physical abuse, your not exactly secretive about it Eren. Just look at them now, a few are still bleeding..."

He let out a breath right in her face, making her scowl. "You done being Mom, Mikasa?"

"Eren, I'm just worried about you-" Eren slammed his laptop shut and shoved it in his bag. He fished his packed lunch out of her satchel, and jumped up.

"Oh, look at the time! It's right about time for practice." he jogged out. He could have sworn on the way out, even the fish were giving him bad looks. But even so, he refused to cover up the scratches, it showed that he earned them, in some way, and if others got the wrong idea that was their fault.

He rushed into the locker rooms through the gymnasium. Inside he grabbed the footballs from the equipment locker, filled water bottles, and finally grabbed his clip board. He met the other players outside, all of them standing in a line, chests out, towering above him. All except one, who was standing there, boredly, giving Jeager the death stare. His cool gray eyes, popping out against the black of his jersey. They always stood out like that, on every jersey he owned.

Levi Ackerman. His half sisters distant cousin of some sort, the over achiever in everything sports. Best player in Football, best in volleyball, best in track, best in kick boxing, and the captain of the swim club (everything except basketball, that was Sasha's sport). Eren scowled back at him, and called out names, checking them off as he went, spanning out the time before the coach go there as long as possible so he wouldn't arrive to unorderly, not to mention bored players, dilly dallying.

"Jacob"

"here!"

"Jaquline?"

"Here!"

"Oluo!"

"Present!" Eren internally scoffed. Only Levi said present, out of everyone on each team, it was only Levi who started saying that, until his childhood classmate showed up, and had to be in every activity and class Levi had. Eren had a sort of respect for him despite it all though, he at least kept up with Levi in some way. Never even once missing a practice, or dropping a class cause it was too difficult.

"Levi?"

"..."

"Levi?!"

"hmm...what?" Eren saw that Levi pulled out one of his earphones, giving him a smug look, the sounds coming form his unplugged headphone ran along the lines of obscene squelching and, a certain some one moaning Levi's name. Hint, hint, that some one was him. He fumed silently, but checked off Levi's name, allowing him to rearrange his head phone back in his ear.

"Alright everyone here?" Eren threw his bag down and slid it under the bench, depositing the footballs, and water bottles as well. He sat down crossing his legs. As if on que Coach busted through the doors, smiling to himself and trying to hide his drunken hiccups with false coughs. He walked down the line,and everyone seemed to stand a little straighter, even Levi shut off his electronic device and shoved it into his pocket. Where it stayed til the end of practice.

"Good Morning Team." Mr Pixis hummed, the sun shinning down on his bald head.

"GOOD MORNING SIR!" came the teams reply as a whole. Mr. Pixis grinned a little wider, his hands folded neatly behind his back. Completely in control of the world, or at least he acted like it.

"Every one accounted for, Jeager?"

Eren nodded, he was equipment manager, for the most part, other wise he and a few others where the cheerleaders at most games. But they practiced on Fridays only.

"Great." Dot nodded to himself, and in a commanding tone said, "Twenty laps, Starting NOW!" the team took off, Levi easily taking the lead. Eren bit his lip, regretting not bringing his sunblock to practice, today was heating up, and Levi would no doubt burn like a fish on a grill all day with out it. The brunette stood, and made a move to leave, some one caught him by the elbow.

"Wha?" he turned, blinking. Mr. Pixis had caught him, without even having to look.

"Getting some SPF for Ackerman?" Eren's face reddened, but he nodded. Pixis chuckled. "Carry on." Eren made his way into the locker rooms, opening up his bag and searching inside. He didn't notice how the door paused for a split second before swinging closed. Suddenly he was pulled away from his locker room, and smooshed against the wall opposite him. He squirmed, feeling hot breath on the shell of his ear, teeth nipped at his earlobe. He sighed breathy, and felt a mouth close over his throat.

"N-not now, come on." Eren whined, looking back into hungry silver eyes.

"Yes, now," arms encircled his waist, pressing his ass into the front of Levi's pants, Eren could feel how loose the drawstring was, Levi was just teasing him. "Just a quickie." he turned Eren around, holding his hands up to the sides of his head, and lacing their fingers together, rendering Eren sweetly trapped. Levi leaned forward and kissed Eren just the way he knew the brunette yielded to. Eren's hands pushed against Levi's but he reciprocated, growing restless of the agonizingly slow, kisses he allowed the older to push his pink tongue past his lips, and come back up running the flat surface up against the roof of Eren's mouth.

Eren moaned softly, fighting Levi in a dangerous game of 'play or get your tongue bitten'.The brunette leaned back just long enough to tilt his head before being pressed up against the lockers again, Levi nipping and biting. Latching onto his tongue, luring it out of his mouth and sucking on it. Eren let out a wet cry, and his whole body shivered against Levi.

When Levi separated from him looking smug, Eren huffed, and Levi reached over to grab the sunblock out of his hands. "Oh, look, lube." he said with deadpan face

"Are you serious?" Eren's eyes widened, and his brows furrowed.

"No. not really." he comically tossed the bottle over his shoulder with out a care of where it landed. He reached into the thick waist band of his under-armor, pulling out a packet of pink tinted lube, and a condom.

"Levi, we-" Eren looked around. "We can't do this here." he was out of breath flushed, pressing urgently against Levi's leg. And it's past the point of just willing his boner away.

"Sure we can, we can just say I needed help, " Levi caught himself smirking prematurely, "you know, lathering up."

"Fuck." Eren breathed against Levi's athlete pecked his lips one, twice, three times before yanking Eren's sweats and underwear off, and lifting him off the ground, so that Eren had no other choice but to wrap his legs around Levi's hips. Levi used his teeth to open the lube, pouring some out onto his fingers, and circling Eren's hole experimentally, before dipping in. "Damn, we just did this yesterday, hurry up already." the brunette murmured.

"I was trying to be a gentleman." Levi huffed, shoving two fingers in mercilessly. Hitting Eren's prostate head on, making him gasp and his walls flutter around Levi's fingers. The brunettes' eye lids drooped, and his pupils expanded, hiding the usual emerald behind, lust filled black pools.

"Mhmm Fuck! Levi~"

Levi shuddered, Eren's voice was right in his ear. It made it all the better when said brunettes tongue plunged in and flicked around the edge of his ear. Nipping at the industrial piercings there. Levi almost dropped the kid. Instead he growled, and Eren laid his forehead on his shoulder. At least trying to muffle his small sighs. He pulled his fingers out,and Levi quickly shifted to support his Eren with his other hand, releasing his dick, and giving it a few tentative strokes. He was rolling the condom on with he new free hand , and applying the rest of the lube. He grunted as he felt, Eren's hand gently stroking himself, against Levi's sternum.

Levi glanced up into Eren's eyes, the brunette's face flushed, his eyes cloudy.

"Fuck me Levi..."