Actual lunch with Eren was the farthest thing Levi could have imagined. It was so far from anything the raven had experienced before that as soon as he saw it, everything just burned away in his mind; but fuck, was it great!
Dozens upon dozens upon dozens of plates of sugary foods. Pancakes, titanic cakes such as the blackforest or the brownie cake, pastries including sweets and chocolates, and shit! There were even cupcakes.
The shorter man looked up at Eren who was seated at the table in front of him, a clear expression of disbelief on Levi's face. But the man knew that his eyes had betrayed him. From the smug smile Eren was wearing, Levi knew that he had seen past his cold and apparently indifferent demeanour. Levi was an absolute sucker for those sweetened pleasures.
Who knew that when Eren agreed to lunch and invited Levi to his place it would in fact be a sugary banquet? The man had thought of sex (yeah kill him virgins!) or even getting to know the other a little more... physically. Or he could have pressured him into telling him all details of the case with Annie Leonhart.
That bitch with killer tendencies and a serious mental condition. Memories flooded back in his mind and Levi's eyes burned with icy hatred. She had cold heartedly murdered seven people in Sina; Doctors, entrepreneurs, students. Even some fucking children! She had no specific type of victim and there was absolutely no way of saying who would be the next target. But she had an exact method for her kills. She did some multiple lacerations on their body but none too severe to kill them, rapidly at least. She let them bleed to death. Ever so slowly, she let them feel their life force leaving them. She let them feel the utter despair of death crushing in on them, enclosing them in an eternal thrashing iciness. And that's what made her a bitch that Levi could hold no compassion for, nor hold guilt for having killed her.
During the operation, the FBI had succeeded in triangulating her position and the BAU had come on the site. It was a cosy house in a nice neighbourhood of Sina. From interrogating Reiner, they had concluded she was preparing herself for a murder; her dad's. Although she was dutiful and compelled to any of her father's wishes, she held no love towards the man. The only emotions were a harboured hatred that had thrashed and burned for years, one that her boyfriend had not missed noticing every now and then.
Before she got enough time to lacerate Mr Leonhart for him to die, the BAU had made a forceful entry and had given chase to a fleeing Annie. They had nearly lost her when a shot was heard and her body fell to the ground. Annie died on her way to the hospital, but not before she was diagnosed with schizophrenia that had been triggered some months back. The father had multiple lacerations, but no major vein was touched, and he hadn't lost much blood. However, further investigation had shown he had made Annie grow up in a severe and austere environment devoid of love, where instead, fights and knives were abundant.
Eren patted Levi's shoulder, taking the older man back from his thoughts to the delicious meal in front of him. To Hell diabetes. To the Municipal Bin cholesterol. He was gonna enjoy those preparations. And if they were as good as what they looked, he would have to seriously consider proposing to Eren.
"Everything's for you Levi," Eren said and fuck if there was no hint of a flirtatious mood lingering around him. God, he wanted this young man.
"Did you prepare all that?"
"Is that this obvious?"
The man shrugged, deciding not to point out his dishevelled hair or the cream that adorned the end of his shirt or the smir of chocolate on his cheek. He looked tired, but his skin glowed like if he had just been laid. And he looked terribly fuckable right now. But the grey eyed man had a meal to enjoy, before the real deal...
He started with the strawberry shortcake and fuck; the biscuit was just perfect; golden, crispy outside but very soft inside. The cream was light and vanilla flavoured, with a slight nip of mint. The strawberries were delicious, all his taste buds singing alleluia that they were fresh. At least a person in this goddamn world still knew which strawberries worked best with cakes! He got down cloud nine with admiration in his eyes. A kid had just prepared a fucking great cake, and Levi could bet his arm. No dash it. He could bet his life that everything would be delicious.
Eren looked at him with that eye dazzling smile and the raven realised he had just smiled. He had fucking smiled! Goddamnit! Retracting his face to its usual scowl, Levi glared at him. That had the opposite effect on the young man as he just smiled even more. Apparently he knew how to get past the older man's defences because his glare faltered and his hand got to a cupcake without his knowledge. Thank you, stupid hand for betraying him!
Forfeiting the act of being the asshole, Levi tasted the brown cream on top of the cupcake. It was blissful. Levi didn't even notice Eren getting away from the table to prepare Levi a cup of black tea; he was far too preoccupied in dissecting each and every molecule that composed that marvellous cupcake. The cream was whipped by hand, with its lightness, which held no doubt. It was just the right dose of hazelnut and speculos. The egg had been justly mounted, and the sugar was not too present. Each ingredient complemented the other perfectly, none overshadowing the other.
Eren returned just as Levi had a last bite of the cupcake. The base of the pastry had been made with an ingenious mix of cacao, caramel and speculos, and the flour batter had been whipped so vigorously that all the tastes mixed together to give something simply divine. If that had been intended foreplay, then Levi wanted to take Eren right now. His dick was more than ready and willing to serve.
Eren gently laid the teacup down in front of the raven and went back to his seat. The young man had used the most fresh ingredients and had tasted the tea beforehand. Yup! It tasted just like the tea he had always prepared for Levi at night when the man had had some paperwork to do. Presently, Levi was going to serve himself a baddass sized apple pie that was shining (yeah, it was shining so much Levi could swear he was seeing himself in the glazing) when a crazy assed song filled the room. And when he says it was a crazy assed, he means obnoxious, loud, and from one of those sci-fi movies that announced major battles but had a hint of complete idiocy to them.
Sending daggers at nothing in particular, Levi picked up without even looking at the caller ID.
"HANJI! YOU SHITTY GLASSES! YOU DARED CHANGE MY FUCKING RINGTONE, AGAIN?" Levi glowered.
It was more of a statement than a question, but the brown haired girl, being as crazy as she was, answered anyway.
"Of course sweetheart! Or else who would have enough courage to? You don't give a damn, so just suck it up. Erwin wants you here ASAP, shorty midget," Hanji poured out, in her chirpy high voice.
Levi took the cup to his lips, preparing a mental swearing parade to tell her to fuck off when the drink reached his taste buds and all Hell broke loose.
There were flashes.
He saw himself and Isabel and Farlan roaming a city that seemed to be underground equipped with some machines that allowed them to fly from building to building.
Then, he was wearing a green cape and was on horseback, which was funny as Levi never learnt to ride.
Later, he was in a dimly lit office and discussing some serious shit with Erwin.
Then there was a peck of greenish blue.
A small boy with big eyes lit with awe and adoration. His brown locks fell messily on his eyes. For once, Levi didn't mind the mess too much.
Another flash, with Eren at his side, again in one of those dimly lit rooms. This Eren seemed more toned, more mature despite looking much younger, being around 15. He gave him a smile and muttered, "Corporal," before giving in to sleep.
"Levi? Sweetheart? Hello you here? Erwin will DEFINITELY bite you in the ass if you obstinate and do not listen, and God knows I didn't need that image!" Hanji sing sang, her chirpiness unwavering.
Her annoyingly increasing in volume voice brought Levi back from his daze. But he didn't give a damn. Erwin could bang a 60 year old in front of him right now and he would have not reacted. He had seen Eren in what seemed to be another lifetime. It was all too real, the taste of the tea all too familiar for it to be some dreamor some sort of instantaneous illusion or shit that a doctor might have sprouted. And those feelings that had come forward, they were scalding and consuming his whole being. He had to let them out. So he did the only thing he deemed right. He called out to the one person that had left the clearest impression on him. The one who had occupied such a great importance in that another life.
"Eren," Levi muttered.
But it was not the voice the FBI agent had used throughout the two weeks they came to know each other.
It was the Lance Corporal of the Scouting Legion that had finally called his lover after 2000 years.
