Song for this chapter is Masked Bitch and you can find the link on my profile since I can't add it to the story.

Chapter 2

Masked Bitch

When they got to the venue and stepped out of the cab, Eren was wondering if he was the one they should be worrying about being assaulted. Despite all the grief she gave him about what he was wearing, Mikasa, on the other hand, had gone all out. She had come out wearing what looked to be a black bikini top under a cropped black leather jacket, a black micro-mini with slits on each side, fishnet thigh-highs, topped off with over the knee military boots, and more makeup on than he had ever seen her wear. The only color she has was a crimson scarf that totally set the rest of it off. As they walked up to the entrance, everyone there all turned to get a look at the two beauties that looked like they had just stepped of the cover of some magazine.

All the attention they were getting made Eren a little nervous for Mikasa. "I think you should have maybe put on a little more."

"But I'm wearing a jacket," she sarcastically replied.

"Funny. Really funny. Well for once I glad that you are a 2nd degree black belt in mix martial arts. Anyone tries to lay a hand on you, and you can just lay them out."

Grabbing into Eren's arm she joked, "Don't worry princess I'll protect you too." Looking around while they waited in line, she noted the size and condition of the outside of the building. It looked like the building was built at the beginning of the last century. "For as popular as you tell me they are, don't you think this place is a little small and rundown for a concert?"

"Well, they are an indie band. Besides this a very well know concert hall."

"Really? You can't tell by the way it looks." Mikasa glanced up at the sign and read the name 'House of Blues.' Well, if you say so. And she left it at that.

After what seemed like forever, which was only 20 minutes, the doors opened and the fans began to flood inside. Walking arm in arm the two made their down to the front row center seats.

"Wow these are amazing seats. How did you get them? How much did you have to fork out for them?" she asked.

They were amazing indeed. They were front row center and right against the walkway stage extension that stopped right passed the first row. The mic stand was place in the center of this tiny island, ensuring an excellent view of the captivating vocalist.

Sighing he replied, "I won them in an eBay auction, and don't ask the price."

"Well since that is your thing, take the seat next to the stage." Gesturing with her had for him to go in first.

"Are you sure? "

"Of course. You're going to get more out of it I would. Besides, you're the one that paid for the tickets. It's all yours"

"Thanks."

Times like these were the only times he was glad to be who he was. The money was handy, but it couldn't get him what he really wanted: to meet L in person. Though he had been going to No Name concerts for the past 4 years, he had never found a chance to hang out with the band. (Once he had even hired a PI to find out more about the band. The only info the PI could come up with was the linking point for the band was the store Jazzy Blue which was not really a secret.) So front row center was the best he could hope for.

As the concert hall began to fill, the excitement of the collective became tangibly infectious. Even Mikasa, who was only a second-hand fan, began to show signs of anticipation. Behind them, Eren could hear the ramblings of two girls who were trying to speak softly but too excited to do so.

"You won't believe what I heard."

"What? Tell me. Tell me"

"Sshh. I heard that tonight since it is their final concert they have a surprise for the fans."

Hearing this, Eren's ears perked up, and he suddenly became very interested in their conversation. There was a rumor floating around a very exclusive circle of only the longest and most devoted fans that the band did meet with fans on rare, special "after-hours" occasions. But that was only a rumor.

"Really, what kind of surprise?"

"I don't know exactly, but I heard that it's going to be mind-blowing."

"EEEEEEE! I wonder if we will finally get to see their faces?"

No way in hell that will ever happened. Eren thought and laughed aside their talk to be that of over excited fangirls.

Suddenly the lights went down, and the crowd began a standing roar. Everyone knew what was coming next. Every No Name concert always started with the same song which was their first single, Masked Bitch, and each band member would walk on the stage one at a time and start playing the intro of the song. First H would start out with a guitar solo, then M would make his way to the drums, and lastly L would make a grand entrance to the front mic and howl in his velvety sweet voice. This time was no exception. As the band members started to come out, Eren was having a hard time containing himself and wished he had reconsider the skin tight pants. As L's lithe fingers finally gripped around the mic, Eren's excitement could be seen by all.

After getting to position, Levi took a deep breath with his eyes close. The veteran performer had a sadistic kink where he would bring one audience member to tears or worse with his over the top seductive teasing, and it was always the person he locked eyes with first who was his victim. It was almost common fan knowledge that the wrappings on their faces were specially made and designed for each member had openings to see, yet still small enough that they were basically invisible from afar. But that was all the public knew. Almost no one knew the masks were made from a special mixture of cotton and latex and engineered by the guitarist. Held on by sprit gum, they were made to fit exact, allowing them to see through tiny slits placed precisely over the eyes. It still did not give them total visibility, but their field of vision was only partially obscure. They could see down and straight forward but restricted peripheral vision.

So when Levi opened his eyes looking down, he was struck with a glowing emerald that burned a hole in him. Levi had to catch himself for a second as the sight of this intensively sexual creature sent a shiver raging throughout his body before it was replaced by a heat he had not felt in a very long time. As the singer quavered, his eyes feasted on the morsel below. The boy's physique was his ideal which he was well aware of by the way the boy was scantily clad. Looking closer, he could see the boy's desire straining in his pants. For some irrational reason, seeing this brat so aroused because of him, Levi mentally let out a whimper as he felt his own body becoming strained before starting the chores.

Eren didn't know what to do. L had been glancing at him for the past couple of songs, but for some time now L was starring and was not looking away. Oh FUCK! It's because he sees that I have a boner.

Though his reasoning wasn't all wrong, it wasn't all right. Levi was genuinely attracted to the boy. If they would have met on the streets, Levi knew that he still would be interested in this brat. Since no one could ever know his true identity, such was the problem for him meeting this little monster as L and not as Levi. For the first time, he cursed having this alter persona. Or should he? Didn't L always get what he wanted? As this though played around in his head, Levi began to smile a wicked grin that said that he was totally up to no good. Having the control in the situation, Levi slipped back into the part of L and promptly commenced his sadistic ritual.

If Eren thought L was watching him before, now he was sure. The masked singer got on all fours, sending the audience into frenzy, and prowled like a predatorily cat to the edge of the stage directly in front of Eren. L then turned over on his back and pushed half of his torso off the stage, and Eren gasped at the sight. As he hung there, L's hand that was not holding the mic danced a sensual dance with other parts of his body. The sight was extremely erotic and caused Eren's pants to become even tighter. Getting entirely over heated, Eren removed his long steampunk jacket revealing beautiful sculpted flesh that glistened with a soft sheen of perspiration.

As Levi watch the boy take off his coat, a glint glowed over his gray eyes and a wanting settled into obvious parts of his body. Before he was aware of his action, he stretched out that free arm right to this new object of fascination.

Eren felt lost in a haze as he reached for the hand that was offered in front of him. As the music and the lights died down, their fingertips meet and a spark ignited between them which stunned both in place. It took a few moments for Levi to realize that the music had stopped. Not showing any sign of his shock, he picked himself off the ground and made his way off stage for the next wardrobe change.

Once off-stage, M jostled Levi back to reality grabbing him by the shoulders laughing, "Damn man. You're smoking out there tonight. I don't think I can remember when your voice sounded so good. Ha, and you were worried that your voice might be getting too old for this shit. That was the best I ever heard it."

"I would have to agree. That was incredible." stated H.

Levi tried to recall what they could be referring to because he had no fucking clue. Furthermore, he had absolutely no idea how he even got though the concert so far. He had been distracted by a pair of mesmerizing eyes since he stepped on the stage. The only thing he did recall the color of emerald green and the tingling of his lower regions.

H turned their singer, "So, which arrangement of clothes do you think we should go with for the last set?"

Because Levi was the focal point of the band, he seized control of the style of the band. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if he was grounding himself for a big decision. Which he actually was. "I think I'm going to wear 'that' tonight."

Both M and H paused, and wide eyed, turned to look at L. H was practically in disbelief. "You're really going to wear that?"

"Man, I knew something with up with you tonight."

The "that" they were referring to was an outfit he had planned specifically to wear the entire tour but, so far, could not bring himself to. The reason was for after exhibiting this costume everyone would know his sex, making him very hesitant. But hadn't he designed it to do so. He wanted to do this because he had been wrestling with the thought of retiring the band, but he still not sure yet. The band was something that they just started in college eight years ago. They never dreamed that they would become so popular or still be together this long.

The outfit was completely made out of black, wet looking vinyl. It included fingerless arm gloves which went up to his mid bicep, an undersized version of corset vest that allowed you to see six of the eight pack he was blessed with and down his sultry abs of Apollo, a pair of skintight booty shorts that boisterously displayed his well-endowed manhood completed with his favorite pair of buckled lifts. It could be said that a striper wore more than he was going to be. Turning to M he asked, "You still plan on having that after party tonight at the hotel?"

"Yeah, but it's not going to be much of an after party without the lead singer."

Debating for only a second, "I'll go."

"Really? Wow! You never come. Something really is up with you tonight."

"But I have one condition." Frowning, Levi pondered why was this brat was affecting him so much.

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