Chapter 2
Notes: Alright... after much debating on my part I decided I really - like - the idea of using yandere!Levi's character and I really want to play around with these two/their relationship/developments and/or lapses in sanity etc. so on so forth... so ... I'm scraping the two shot idea... I won't promise how many chapters this will end up being - I'm not going to drag it out too much I just have a few directions I would like to go with this and well... We'll see. I hope this works out - I hope you guys like it - I hope you guys also have tissues ( or tampons ) to shove up your noses because... well... this is like pretty much smutty...
Chapter TextLevi drummed his finger over the top of his coffee cup. The black liquid steaming against the palm of his hand. He didn't bother to move it, ignoring the way it heated his skin uncomfortably, too distracted by the loud tick of the clock and the prevalent thoughts floating in his head. He stayed like this, hunched forward with his opposite hand holding up his head, hair pushed back with his palm on his forehead, fingers digging into his scalp and elbow bent on the table, since Eren left this morning. Only moving to refill his cup or take a leak. The darkness under his eyes had only gotten worse as of late. He only had stress and himself to blame.
He had been reflecting on the barrage of thoughts he'd been, and currently was having about Eren. The seventeen year old, being as stubborn as he was, was pushing Levi to his worst. The raven, now more than ever, wanted Eren all to himself. He never imagined the feeling growing to be so much stronger than before. He supposed he should have assumed this would happen, if he accepted the teen's advances. Which were one of many reasons to avoid falling into these desires, but now, as things were, he couldn't make them stop. His lips pulled into a tight, thin line, the inside corners of his lip held between his teeth. Eyes sliding to the clock on the wall, it was nearing six o'clock.
This was Eren's last day in public school. The boy was reluctant to agree to home schooling again, but had none the less, he had obliged. It was one of the many conditions Levi laid out for him, and he choose to accept. Eren choose to accept all the selfish requests he made that night. Transitioning their relationship in this manner, he knew all too well, would not just alter his unstable mindset but serve an entrée of repercussions for the both of them.
Even so, he couldn't stop himself. When he thought about it, after establishing where Eren and he lie, it seemed inevitable; something akin to fate. When it came to Eren, from the time he took him in till now, he would do anything and everything within his power and beyond it to appease him. This type of devotion he had given time and time again, continued to and wished to dote on till his last breath, could be nothing other than love. The physical aspect, something that hadn't developed until much later, and something that still left him both thrilled and uneasy, was veering into unfamiliar aspect of their love for one another. It was fresh, exciting, and downright frightening.
All these thoughts aside, he wanted Eren home. From the clock, his eyes wandered to the keys sitting on the table. The urge to hop into his car and drag the brunette home was compelling. He winced as he bit down harder on the inside of his lip to quell the thought. Pulling his mug to take a sip of bitter caffeine, he tilted his head back but his eyes remained on the keys all the same. Placing the cup down, he scowled, and turned sideways in his chair. Crossing his legs and hanging his arm over the back of the chair he glared once more at the clock.
Two minutes. Two fucking minutes passed. That was it, two measly minutes.
He set to cleaning the already spotless space. If for nothing else it kept him busy, time would go by much faster, and Eren would be home sooner. By seven thirty, and no word for Eren, he felt his blood chilling. Eren wasn't home, something was wrong. He should have called him the second he didn't come back from school, at three. He refrained, only because he knew how unreasonable he was being to take Eren away from his friends, and figured the boy would want to spend some more time with them today. But what if he hadn't stayed to idle about with friends? What if he was on his way home and something happened?
He cursed his negligence, he should have never let the boy leave his sight. If something were to happen to Eren. If anything were to happen to him…. Panic, one he hadn't felt for years. The kind of panic he felt what seemed a lifetime ago, when his father nearly discovered the baby he hid away, gripped at his heart. The adrenaline surge nearly churned his stomach to expel what little contents it held. Someone could have hurt him. He could be hurt. Eren could be hurt.
At this moment, jumping to conclusions didn't seem ridiculous, rather, each scenario felt all too real. He could have been hit by a car, he could have gotten in a fight, he was a good looking boy, he could have… Someone could have…
He crossed into the bedroom and picked his phone off the charger, searching the device's inbox for any messages. Nothing. Not a damn thing. He quickly hit send twice, throwing the phone to his ear before rang and unconsciously held his breath. By the second ring, he crossed back into the kitchen and snatched his keys off the table. Not bothering with a jacket he threw open the door, the fourth ring, still nothing.
The cold air bit his skin, the winter chill settled in despite the lack of snow. He took a quick glance about, it was far too dark, even with the outdoor light dimly illuminating the driveway and front stoop. On the sixth ring, he waited before moving to his car. A bated breath as he hit the end button and rushed over to the car.
Cursing, he unlocked the door to his small Honda civic slipping into the car trying to both shut the door, turn the vehicle on, and click his belt all at once. Managing the door and turning the key in the ignition, he abandoned the belt, throwing his hand on the wheel he was about to pull the car into reverse when his cell phone went off.
He didn't waste the time to glance at his screen, instead quickly sliding his thumb over it and pulling the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
The tone was rushed, anxiety etched over the way he managed to speed up and elongate the single word all at once.
"Leevi? What's wrong, are you alright?"
Eren's voice did so many things to him in a sequential rush of hyper accelerated emotions that slammed into him all at once. Worry that had given way to dread, subsided to relief, then immediately shifted to rage.
"Where are you," the tone was low, dark, spoken through nearly clenched teeth.
There was a pause, as if Eren was trying to assess the situation before answering.
"I'm walking home now," he said slowly, "I'm with Armin and Mikasa. We're almost there. We're close."
"Get here."
He hung up on the boy when he heard Mikasa in the background, asking if everything was alright, along with an echo of Armin mirroring the question. He probably startled the boy on the phone, they've fought, but he'd never used such a tone with him before.
Roughly turning the car off, he tore the keys from the ignition and slammed the car door on his way out. He stopped at the end of the driveway, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he scratched harshly at his thighs. He was fuming, the knot in his throat had dropped to his stomach. He tried taking a few calming breaths, but it did nothing for him. Instead, without any clue as to how long, he stood next to the sidewalk, waiting.
When Eren saw him standing there without a jacket, he sprinted away from his friends. The concern on his face did little to help Levi's frustration with the boy. Once he was within reach, Levi grabbed the front of Eren's jacket and jerked him forward, bringing him at eye level.
"Where were you?"
Eren swallowed, brows knitted in confusion.
"Leevi… your hands," Eren reached his own to clasp the hand curled in his jacket. His opposite reaching to cup the fist at Levi's side, "You're freezing, how long have you been outside?"
His voice was soft, Levi's ears strained to hear it. Perhaps Eren only meant to speak to himself, not trying to direct the words into an actual question. By this time, Armin and Mikasa were rushing over, alarmed and unsure of what was about to transpire. They both were weary of Levi, for whatever reason, and seeing the older man rip Eren towards him like a rag doll was certainly disarming.
Levi brought Eren a little closer, barely an inch from his face. A million questions popped in his head, each one a demand of what, where, whens and why's. It was pointless to ask, however, Eren was here. Eren was back and that's all that mattered. His skin tingled with the numbing cold and he felt exhausted all of a sudden. Perhaps it was the stress ironing out.
Rather than chew the kid out, he shook his hand loose, "Get inside."
"What's going on," the girls voice interrupted, a surge of protection stirring at Levi's behavior. She was put off, sure, but Levi was in no mood to deal with her or the blonde for that matter.
Levi's head lifted slightly, almost in way of challenge. This girl had no right to question his authority over Eren. The shadow's hung over his eyes, menacing in the golden light of the street lamps above.
"What's going on? You were just leaving, and Eren is turning in for the night. Understood?"
The girl's expression darkened. The blonde, Armin, grabbed her arm and softly hushed her, asking her to calm down.
"It's good to see one of you has more than just shit floating in those skulls. Eren, inside. Now."
Eren apologized quickly, telling his friends a few comforting words that Levi didn't bother to listen to before running up to follow him back into the home. Once in the safety of their home, once Eren's feet broke through the threshold and shut the door behind him, nervous and unsure of how Levi would reaction, he spun on him.
Eren gasped when arms surrounded his arms, pinning them at his sides as Levi held him a bit too tightly. The crown of his head and the angle of his shoulders were all Eren could see in the awkward hold. He didn't know what to say, what words would sooth them. So instead, he decided on resting his cheek against Levi's head. It was awkward, the pull at the back of his neck from being stretched so far, uncomfortable, but he bore with it.
"I'm sorry, I should have contacted you."
"You damn right should have," he growled out, voice raw.
He wasn't expecting Levi to move as quickly as he did. In a blink of an eye, or at least what felt like it, Levi's hands situated themselves under his jaw and digging into his hip. The squeeze he gave both areas forced a wince out of Eren. Searching Levi's pinched gaze he waited for him to speak, not wanting to upset him anymore than he already had. Levi had never reacted this badly before. He must have really shook him up. Eren felt both prideful and guilty at that. Ashamed, really, at how proud and excited he was that Levi fretted over him this much.
"I can't lose you."
Eren shivered, the desperation behind those words saying volumes that the one sentence did not. He remained unsure of how to respond. Eren was never good with words. The delicate nature of this moment making him hesitate in uttering a single word. Licking his lips and swallowing, his eye lids drooped. It seemed inappropriate given the circumstance, but he couldn't help himself. The way Levi held his chin and hip, painful as it were, aroused him.
Whenever Levi became possessive, whenever he pinned him with his domination and absolute authority, he loved him most. Knowing he was the only one who could make Levi like this, his 'Leevi', no one else's. It was both frightening and exhilarating, to mean so much to someone. To mean so much to the one person who had taken him in, raised him, taught him. In retrospect, most would be perturbed by the idea of the same man, related or not, nearly twice his age, watching him take his first steps and years later being the same one who would take his first real kiss. But for Eren, Levi was his world, he loved him, without any doubt, more than he could ever love another.
Eren spoke Levi's name in a whisper, bring his hand up to gently pull Levi's hand to slide from his jaw to the side of his skull, moving in to place a kiss on the man's lips. Levi's lips parted ever so slightly in surprise, though it only took one more small movement of Eren's lips for him to respond.
Feverishly, Levi drove his lips forward, Eren losing balance, falling back against the door behind him. Their lips moving in tandem, Levi's grip on his hip squeezing down to elicit another gasp, allowing him to rove over Eren's tongue and confines of his mouth. Eren moaned at the bitter taste accompanied with Levi's tongue. He never cared for black coffee, but for whatever reason, he found himself reconsidering it was all that bad.
Levi's hand dropped from his jaw to pull down the zipper of Eren's jacket. More than ever he wanted to make Eren his, but he wanted to punish him all the same. He pulled the zipper down quickly, tugging off the material, letting it fall, handing quickly settling on Eren's jeans. His lips found Eren's pulse, smug at the rapid beating of his heart as he kicked off his shoes and jeans.
Left in boxers and his long sleeve, Levi slid his hands up the sides of Eren's thighs to his hips, taking his time to circle his hands, under the cotton fabric, around the small of his back to grab a handful of his backside. In an unexpected motion, he pulled Eren up to sit him against his hips, bringing his hands to guide thighs to wrap around his torso. Eren's head fell back with a small noise from his throat, the thin material of his boxers doing little to mask the friction against his groin from the motion.
Levi nipped at the faded marks on Eren's collar bone, lapping at each area after he left uneven red and purple broken blood vessels. He led them further into the main room, making sure to kick off his own shoes before doing so. He laid Eren down on the sofa, supporting his weight as he did so, so that not once did they separate. Knee on the couch between his thighs Levi left a particularly angry mark on the center column of Eren's neck. Hiding his moan behind an unsteady breath as Eren cried out at the harsh suck.
Lapping at the inflicted area, Levi kissed it gently before moving to support his weight on his elbow, laid in such a way that he could brush back brown bangs with the same hand. Their faces not but a hairs breath away, Levi's grey eyes locked with heavy green.
"You should see your expression right now," Levi teased as he moved to nip his ear. Tongue brushing the shell, Eren turned his head to the side to allow Levi to spoil him further. Levi happily obliged. Lips and teeth teasing the juncture between the back of Eren's ear and neck and its surroundings.
"You little shit," he whispered husky in his ear, the warmth from his breath falling over the wet skin causing a chill.
Levi's whisper was dripping with aggravation, still disbelieving that he allowed himself to let this kid convince him to give in. Though he knew it was wrong, knew it was strange and improper for a man of his age, for a man with the relationship he had with Eren, to do something like this, to even think it, let alone act. But Eren was his, he wanted to be his, he wants you to be his, a piece of his mind called out, irresponsibility be damned. It was useless to battle himself over this again and again, the result was always the same. When it came to Eren, he knew, he couldn't completely control himself.
Eren was at a loss of what exactly to do with his hands, he simply settled on roaming them over Levi's firm stomach and chest. At times stopping to knead the muscles underneath with small circular motions, and for times that Levi's attention caused his responses to drift, digging his fingers into the pliant flesh.
"Look what you're doing to me," Levi pulls Eren's hand to brush against the growing bulge, satisfied at the bright blush that accompanies it. He releases his hand just as quickly, not wanting Eren to feel obligated in touching him.
No, the goal was to torment the kid a little, get him worked up as a bit of pay back for not coming home sooner. He would physically count down every reason why Eren should 'want' to stay home with him. Convince him, as Levi himself was convinced, that no one else was needed in their lives to make it perfect. Physically, mentally, emotionally, they only needed each other.
Levi sat back and instructed Eren to sit up as he began pulling the shirt above his head. With a chuckle, Levi stopped short of pulling the article of clothing off. Leaving Eren's arms pinned upward and eyes hidden behind the collar of, the now, inside out shirt.
Eren pouted, which only caused the adoring smirk to grow on his lips. He carefully adjusted his head to the side and gently blew, Eren turned his head at the source but he moved before their lips could meet. Again, Levi moved to the side, this time the tip of his tongue barely touching the corner of Eren's lip. With a wiggle of his lips Eren turned again and was rewarded with a half kiss, before Levi shifted once more.
The whine kept him playing at the cat and mouse game for a couple more minutes. He was having far too much fun with seeing a needy, pouting brat, trying desperately to capture his lips with his own. With a huff, Eren cried out Levi's name in a breathless wail. Both their patience with teasing spent, Levi held Eren at his wrists and finally connected their lips.
Eren hastily shrugged off his shirt the second Levi released his wrists in favor of tracing his faintly defined chest. Fingers, barely touching, feather across his nipples. The brunette blushes bright, embarrassed by the sounds escaping his lips, even more so when they only serve to make Levi even more eager to continue.
The idea of how taboo this would be just a few weeks ago stirs in their thoughts. As they divulge in every inch of skin their hands, mouths and bodies could possibly cover, naturally, moving seamlessly, knowing exactly where to touch, the thought of this act, they were about to commit to, was forbidden seemed nothing short of absurd. Levi, especially, his tongue rolling over the hard bud of Eren's nipple, couldn't help but revel in how perfect this was. How right it felt to have Eren under him, under his tongue, under his hands, fingers, nails, teeth.
"Levi, please. Please."
Levi allowed his breath to fan over Eren's chest, "Please what Eren. I can't give you something, if I don't know what you want," his tongue lazily drew a line up to his ear, giving it a small kiss just underneath it, "Tell me, Eren."
Eren whined again, hips bucking into Levi's above him, "I don't know… just.. I don't… touch me… anything… I don't know.. Leevi, please. I just want you, I just want you to… ahhh!"
Levi's pulled Eren's cock out from the opening of his boxers, effectively ending his rambling with a long twisting stroke of his wrist. Levi continued to slowly twist his hand up and down, changing pressure as he reached the tip and base as he saw fit. At some point, Eren's fingers dug into his shoulders. Eren, himself, panting and fidgeting under the treatment, as Levi licked his lips and relished the foreign ambiance of lewd sounds escaping his lips.
He watched every arch of Eren's brow, every parting of his moist lips, the way his neck curved as he flung his head to the back or side, he watched every minute detail as it past, wanting, selfishly, to see more. He wanted to see Eren become a mess, come undone, he wanted to wreck the boy beneath him in ways he would have never imagined he would wish for.
Shifting down, he introduced his mouth and the reaction was astonishing. Eren's breath hitched and voice moaned in such a pitch that it sent chills to quake under his skin. With vigor, Levi tested flattening his tongue, lapping under the head of his penis, sucking at the base and sliding up to encase the head. He told himself he would memorize every sweet spot, every nook and cranny of Eren's being. He wanted to be able to cherish him, love him, and pleasure him, over and over. Be the only one capable, allowed to, spoil him in such a manner.
Levi had to remind himself to have patience. He shouldn't rush things. He needed to take his time, he wanted to learn every part of Eren before they took the next step. All the dirty things on his tongue he wanted to speak and act on would have to wait.
Eren was his now, his and his alone. They had all the time in the world. There was no sense at all in rushing things and spoil it. Every time together could make for a new discovery, sex could wait. He could wait, for now all he wanted to do was, for the first time, claim the boy beneath him and drink up every ounce of his essence he could offer.
When he felt blunt nails drag up his neck and pull at his hair, he knew Eren was close. Anticipation building, Levi felt himself close to the edge simply from knowing that 'he' was going to make 'his' Eren cum. The cry that shot from Eren's mouth was as hot as the sperm that coated the inside of his mouth and throat. The view as ribbons filled him, threatening to fall past his lips, of Eren's eyes and brows shut and pinched, jaw loose in the now silent cry, chest constricting as he rode out his orgasm, was all the encouragement he needed for his own release.
He couldn't even feel embarrassed that he came from pleasuring Eren without so much as touching himself. If anything, the shudders of rapture he was experiencing, drove home just how powerful an influence Eren was, not just his mind, but also his body.
His name off Eren's lips, shook him. In what seemed effortlessly, Levi drew the boy up towards him and let them fall back to the opposite side of the couch. Eren's arms wrapped around his torso, head pressed against Levi's chest as the older male stroked through his hair and over his naked back.
Peaceful, blissful, perfect.
He whispered words of praise and love, listening to the rhythm of Eren's breathing evening out as they took the time to savor each other's warmth. In every aspect, no matter what way it was interpreted, Eren was his, his reason for living, his euphoria, Eren was all he needed, and he would ensure that he was all Eren would need in return.
