Eren noticed, as the day went on, that Levi was doing whatever he could to bring up Erwin in a conversation- sometimes completely sidelining what was being talked about to mention something about the king.

"Fine! I'll go see him on my own!" the brunet finally snapped in exasperation. Given that they were at dinner and therefore with many others, it wasn't the best timing, but Levi smiled smugly all the same.

"Wow," Ymir said after the surprise at the outburst died down. "Levi, are you actually pushing someone else to sleep with Erwin? Usually you're the Cerberus at his door."

"What's a Cerberus?" Eren asked before the raven head could retort.

"Simply put, part of an old story people used to believe," his lover told him. "Cerberus was the giant three-headed dog that guarded the underworld."

"Oh. Yeah, that sounds right."

The others laughed. "You're so sweet, Clover."

"I only meant you're loyal and protective, like dogs are. I can't imagine the level of a three-headed dog would have; it was supposed to be a compliment."

Levi smiled, and gave his cheek a kiss, then went back to his meal.

And about two hours later, Eren found himself shooed into the king's quarters, his raven-haired lover giving him another kiss before leaving, the guards on either side of the door chuckling at his alleged plight. Eren glared at them and shut the door.

Erwin wasn't in the room yet. He peeked his head back out to Jean, the only one of the two men he knew. "He's not here."

"His Highness is in the bath; he should be along shortly," the knight replied.

The other drooped a little, and slunk back into the room. He plopped on the almost unbearably-soft mattress, hugging a pillow close. It wasn't nerves, per say, just being here without Levi… It was weird, and he wasn't sure he liked it. But Levi wanted him to experience the same things he had, that much was obvious, and Eren couldn't bring himself to refuse that.

The door opened.

Erwin entered, fresh from his private bath, a long robe covering what Eren knew was a large and muscular form. "Eren," he smiled. "What a nice surprise."

"I'm sorry if you were expecting Levi, he-"

"It's fine, Eren; I certainly don't mind your company, and I am familiar with Levi's bag of tricks. His way with words should be illegal."

"Y-Yeah," the other laughed nervously, swallowing.

"Eren," the other man spoke, walking over to sit with him on the bed. "I promise I don't turn into a monster when Levi's not around."

"I- I didn't think you did."

"Your expression says otherwise. I swear to you, Eren, you have nothing to fear from me."

"O-Okay."

Eren expected him to come forward, to touch, kiss, maybe both, but he kept talking. "I saw you looking at the mirror. Have you ever seen one before?"

"Not one that big. That jackass carried a little one with him. And I've seen my reflection in the water, just… never like that."

"It is an amazing invention, yes? The things people come up with can be extraordinary."

"Yeah," the younger man agreed, chuckling a little. "Even when we weren't working, sickles and rakes were fun."

"Really? How so?"

The brunet looked for signs of being teased, but Erwin appeared genuinely interested. "We'd just… pretend they were swords and stuff. Stupid kid stuff. Nothing important."

"It think it's good, showing that kind of imagination when you're young; it helps in adulthood." When Eren quirked his head, he added, "Anything you do requires some imagination to even just organize your time. I'm sure you've used it to pass time."

"Yeah," the brunet said slowly. "Are you and Levi just really smart or am I at a disadvantage cause I never had any schooling?"

"Probably the latter. Had I the time to offer I would, but I'm sure Levi would be willing to teach you whatever you were interested in."

"The both of you just say a lot that… it makes me think."

"Different perspectives bring different opinions. It doesn't necessarily mean your way of thinking is wrong- it's just a different way of seeing things."

"Like that!" the other laughed, and the blond with him. "Levi was right; you're really good to be around."

"Well, thank you, Eren; that is what I strive for."

"But is that how you really are?"

"I can be ruthless when I see need, but there never is in this situation."

Eren looked at the mirror again, wide eyes scanning the surrounding gold again, eventually falling on the man's reflection. He was watching him with a soft, kind look, like he was waiting for him to speak or… do something. Erwin was putting the start of this encounter in his hands. Wow. Eren's head turned back to the king. "You're waiting on me."

"If tonight goes that way, you will not find me objecting, but I am also content to just get to know you better," was a the reply.

Eren believed him. With caution, he drew his knees up on the mattress, facing the larger man. He reached out, almost drew back, then came forward again, straddling the blond's lap.

Then the touching started. Erwin's hands really were everything Levi had said they were: soft, gentle, applying just so much pressure in just the right places… It was wonderful. In no time at all Eren was reduced to a moaning mess, not an anxiety in the world. "Erwin," he sighed in contentment, nuzzling against the older man's shoulder.

"Aren't you adorable?" the older man cooed, his thumb tracing the other's lower lip. "So innocent. I wonder if you'll stay that way." His blue eyes glanced away a moment. "I also wonder… Would you want to watch?"

"M-Me and Levi… did this once. Fun, but em-embarrassing."

"I don't know why. I'm the only one here, Eren, and I think you're an astounding sight, a true beauty. I just want you to see yourself that way. Can I touch you?"

Eren nodded vigorously.

Erwin considered getting him to ask for it, but he didn't want to push the younger man too far; they seemed to already be testing his limits. "Will you watch me touch you? It would make me very, very happy."

A slower, but no less intense, nod. "M-Me too."

So Eren turned to lean against the king, and watched his hands move over himself.

He watched while Erwin's fingers glided over his skin; the man knew just where to press, where to brush, and Eren swore never to doubt anything Levi said ever.

Securing the shorter man in his grasp, Erwin turned him, now both facing the mirror again. "You look so beautiful," the king spoke, trailing kisses down his neck, hands under his shirt. "This delicious skin, and- oh, your eyes. Your eyes are always so bright, but look at them now; they burn with desire."

The brunet couldn't respond, not when the other proceeded to grind his ass against the bulge in his robe. Then he did it again; Eren nearly fell forward, but Erwin held tight to him. Taking advantage of the position, he started moving his mouth up the other's spine. Not really noticing what he was doing, Eren pulled his shirt off, slowly sitting back up as Erwin made his way back to his neck. "Look, Eren," the blond whispered in his ear. "You're so beautiful," he said, relieving him of his pants and the brunet squeezed his vibrant eyes shut at the sight of his own hard cock. "No, don't look away, watch. See how beautiful you are."

Eren swallowed, but opened his eyes. "I-I'm not. Pathetic."

"You're not pathetic; what's wrong in well-placed trust? I'm not going to hurt you." When the younger man still didn't respond, Erwin decided on a different approach. "Eren," he said, tone softer than the touch of his silken sheets. "Did you know kissing different parts of the body means different things?"

"Th-That sounds like something Levi would say," the other managed.

"It is something I learned from him. Back for confirmation," he continued, a finger running down the brunet's spine, reminding him of the row of kisses laid there.

"Confirmation of what?"

"Affection, perhaps. It's the only thing I can think of."

"What… are the others?"

That smile still in place, the blond raised a side of their entwined hands and pressed his lips to the pads of the other's fingers. "Admiration and praise," he said. "You are worthy of both," was the add, kissing his cheek. "Kindness and satisfaction. You are full of both." Easing up, his lips met the other's forehead. "Blessing and friendship. You are both."

"Do… you have them all memorized?" Eren asked, his own voice heavy.

"The ones Levi told me, yes. He was sure to be certain they stuck in my mind."

"… Is there one for gratitude?"

Erwin paused. "Surprisingly, no."

"Respect?"

"Back of the hand."

"Close enough," the younger of them muttered, turning the same hand and facing the larger appendage to his own lips. It was neither soft nor gentle, sucking at lapping at the other man's skin like there was no better taste in the world.

"All right, all right, Eren; you've made your point," the king chuckled, kissing his cheek again. "You've more than proven your affection. How about we work on your desire?"

"Th-Thought that was clear too."

"It is. Let me hear you cry out; writhe under my touch."

Before Eren could verbalize any sort of reply, warm hands slide under his loose pants, gripping his thighs. He groaned, leaning back against the larger body, wrapping his arm around the other's neck. The action made it much easier for those pants to slide off his body, exposing himself completely in the mirror, shaft hard against his stomach. Last time he'd spent most of the time watching Levi; Erwin was forcing him to watch himself, appreciate himself.

"Look at you," the blond sighed, fingers grazing the tanned skin. "Flushed and hard, ready and waiting… Have you ever stroked yourself before, Eren?"

"B-Been awhile…"

That voice that was so kind and gentle was also greedy and hot in his ear. "May I watch you pleasure yourself?"

Swallowing hard, Eren lowered his right hand and wrapped it around his twitching cock. His head lolled back as he began to move, but Erwin eased it back up. "Watch yourself too," he whispered hoarsely. "See how beautiful you are."

"M-Making a lot of demands."

"Feel free to make some of your own. I'm not the only one here."

"I want to feel you inside me again."

"You'll have to get the bottle."

So slowly so his legs didn't buckle underneath him, Eren stood, still leaning on the edge of the bed as he made his way over the short distance. He grasped the bottle, came back the same way, licking his lips when he saw the larger man had disrobed. Erwin welcomed the younger man back to his lap eagerly, suckling his skin red while he eased the small bottle to his own hand.

Eren found himself leaning forward again, held steady by Erwin's grasp, thick, slicked fingers sliding inside him. He hummed contently, cradled in the strong grasp. "It- doesn't hurt… It's good, Erwin, please…. More."

"Eyes on the mirror, Eren."

"…Watch myself beg? Em-Embarrassing."

"Why? I'm the only one here, the only one who can hear you."

"Please… don't…"

Erwin smiled that kind smile again. "All right, I won't push you. You think you're ready?"

"God… I'm gonna come if you don't… Ah…"

"Oh? Why don't you just come, then? I don't want to be holding you back. Touch yourself again; let me see you, see yourself."

Eren kept his eyes open as long as he could, stroking his length, thrusting against the fingers inside him, until the blissful overload hit him and splashed to the floor.

"Goodness, look at all that," Erwin mused. "I think I'm flattered.

"Um, Levi taught me how to… I mean, I can if you want, rather than…"

"How to what, Eren?"

"Um, suck." It was something Levi had told him Erwin loved, especially if you did it 'just right.' Of course what proceeded were instructions (and demonstrations) on what 'just right' was.

Sure enough, the older man's blue eyes lit with appreciation. "Is that something you'd like to do?"

"Y-Yes. I-I liked it." That warm length sliding along his tongue had been more enjoyable than he could have ever imagined.

"Feel free; you won't find me complaining about watching my cock slide in and out of your beautiful mouth. Let me wash myself off first; you don't want to taste that oil and Levi would have my head for even thinking of making you." He gave the younger man's forehead a kiss. "Not that I would even without that threat."

After the king sat back down, his groans were the ones reverberating through the room, the man himself leaning back on his hands, legs parting to better accommodate his partner. Eren balanced himself kneading his fingers into the larger man's thighs, sucking harder, longer on the throbbing shaft he enjoyed.

Erwin's hips moved, but languidly so not to accidentally choke the other man. The brunet could taste the beginnings of an oncoming orgasm- he backed off, giving the tip a kiss.

As intoxicating as it was to watch Eren's mouth maneuver around his cock, Erwin remembered the tight heat of his ass well and very much wanted to experience it again. He tugged at the younger man's hair again, urging him back to his own lap. "Is it not good?" the husky whisper came.

"Oh, no, Eren; just the opposite. But, with your permission, I'd like to have you again."

Those emeralds lit up. "Sure."

"Would you like me to stretch you again?"

"I-I think I'm-"

"That's not something you want to be uncertain about, Eren- yes or no."

"I-I don't… I don't know…" Erwin pulled him close for a full kiss, rubbing their tongues together as he reached his partner to slip fingers into him once more. Eren groaned, grinding their hips together. "Ah, I, oh, God, Er-Erwin, ready, so ready, now…"

The larger man immediately shifted to press against his entrance, then push himself inside. The other's gasp sounded like pain and his nails clawed into his partner's shoulders. "Eren?"

The younger man was clearly trying to reply, but body shaking and breathing gasping prevented anything coherent. Erwin pulled him close again, turning them so his partner was returned to lay on his back. "I'm so-sor-"

"You have nothing to apologize for, Eren. Everyone has limits. Don't ever feel you can't voice yours."

"O-Okay."

"We'll just keep going like this then- would that be all right?"

Eren quickly nodded. "I don't know why it's… like that…"

"Something to ponder later. Right now I'd like to find out how loudly I can make you moan," Erwin told him, but didn't start moving again right away, instead showering the tanned body with kisses and touches, making sure the brunet was enjoying himself again before pushing him further.

It wasn't long before his partner's cries were needy again. "Erwin, more!"

He didn't disappoint. Pleased himself his lover was back in a world of pleasure, the older man continued to thrust into him while swimming in the erotic cries that graced his ears. Eren's voice started to taper off as he neared his finish, and at that beautiful sight and tight grip, Erwin wasn't far behind.

They laid together after, drifting between consciousness and sleep, warm against each other. Eren nuzzled into Erwin's embrace.

"If I may," the king spoke. "It seems Levi's been sharing his secrets with you."

"Should he not be?" Eren mused.

"I'm not upset or anything of the sort, but I was curious how you would do on your own."

"No, it was terrible. At least, Levi said it was," he added to the older man's chuckle.

"I can't imagine anything you do being terrible."

"…That's cause I had a good teacher," Eren admitted, nuzzling into the larger man again. He smelled good; clean, like Levi did. "Is he really from a different country?"

"Yes. France. Beautiful language they speak there. His parents long hoped they'd have a marriage between our children somehow- they've learned English as well as French from a young age. Still, if you catch him off guard or he's deep into thought, sometimes he'll slip back to French. Or if he gets emotional, his English will become a little broken. I'm sure you've noticed it happening during sex too."

Eren laughed. "Yeah. Hard to miss." After a pause, he admitted, "Part of me really feels like I should go get Levi."

"Levi's a big boy, he can take care of himself for the night," Erwin chuckled. "Get some sleep; I'm sure you can use it."

"Someone's full of himself," the other joked, but curled up more tightly to the larger body. And let the gentle thumping of a kind heartbeat lull him to sleep.


The next night, Levi demanded he was going to see Erwin on his own. "I mean no offense, Eren, je t'aime, but I was climbing the walls last night-"

"What was that word?"

"What word?"

"The French one in the middle of all the English."

"I didn't- Oh. I suppose I did. Well, it slipped out accidentally, but it is true I love you."

"You… do?"

"Of course. I haven't hid how fond I am of you, nor do I intend to. I'm not going to ask if you think the same of me, you're not required to-"

Eren silenced him with a hand over his mouth, smiling as he gave the older man a kiss. "I love you, too. How did you say it?"

"Je t'aime."

"Jet-at-may?"

"Oh, you're adorable."

"Hey! Don't make fun of me!"

Levi continued to chuckle. "I can give you more proper instruction later, if you would like. However, for now…"

"Yeah, go have fun with Erwin."

Levi did just that, charged the blond from the second her entered the king's quarters and grinding into his lap. Erwin responded in kind, pulling his lover close and grinding back just as hard before picking the other up and walking over to the bed. He eased Levi down against the mattress, the king continuing to hover over him, and let himself get lost in it. He let Erwin take over completely, hands grasping and kneading his own form until his senses were hyperaware- and then the larger man flipped him over.

A long, languid moan left him when two large fingers slipped inside him, already roughly stretching and teasing him. "Erwin, Erwin, please…"

"Were you playing with yourself this morning, my naughty thing? It feels like it."

"Nothing compared to taking your cock. Fill me, bury, mon cherie."

"Shall I take you just like this?" the king asked. "Pull your hips up against me and never grant you reprieve?"

"Oui, oui…mon cherie, sil vous…sil-" A loud cry left him when his lover did as suggested, his large length slipping inside him all at once. And stayed there, holding his hips and trying to grind in further, just as promised. "Erwin…"

"Do you like that, Levi?" the blond asked, but the response was moaned in another language. "I'm going to need you to translate that one, Levi."

"T-Take me, mon cherie…"

"Am I not doing that well enough already? You poor thing, to be left wanting. Come here," Erwin spoke, and pulled his partner back to sit fully on his own lap. Levi's voice rang through the air again, cum spilling from his still-stiff erection.

"My dirty little thing," the older man spoke fondly. "Taken over the edge and still wanting more. I'll oblige you the best I can."

"N-No."

"No?"

"Lay… lay back, so I can ride you properly."

"Only if you turn around so I can watch you."

"Oui, mon cherie." The two shifted, and Levi took Erwin's hands for better leverage, immediately impaling himself on the older man. Repeatedly, and hard- the only noises needy moans and skin hitting skin, reveling in each other. The king committed to memory the sight of his lover hitting his peak again, clenching down as he moved, and Erwin let go as well, the two panting hard afterward. "God, Erwin."

"Mm. That was a good one. My little sex fiend."

His lover hummed contently, nuzzling close. "What's wrong?"

"Why would anything be wrong?" the other asked with a cringe. How the hell Levi figured these things out before he was told bewildered the king.

"It's been a very long time since you let me get away with so much." The raven head pushed himself up on view of clear blue eyes. "What's going on?"

"….You may want to dig out more traditional clothing for yourself."

Levi groaned. "Is it them?"

"Lord and Lady Ackerman will be here for at least a fortnight; see if we can still make a match between our children."

"So they forgave you for stealing me, huh?" Steel eyes were downcast. "If what I remember of him is still correct, Marco would be a good husband and fine king."

"He seemed a good candidate when everyone was here last; I'd been hoping they'd come around. I know Annie is very fond of Marco. If they had waited much longer… And if you do not wish to present yourself-"

"No," Levi cut him off, looking back up at the man. "I live to dance for you. I doubt they'd even recognize me dressed like that, and it's been so long… but if I could stay out of sight otherwise… I couldn't…"

"Do what you will with the day they arrive; don't worry about me or anyone else. Except maybe Eren. I fear what would happen to that boy if you started ignoring him."

The shorter man scoffed. "Eren has my attention whether he wants it or not, and if that's a night you would have me or us don't hesitate to call."

"Of course."


Levi lumbered back down to his room the next morning, wondering if Eren was still asleep. He himself had woken when Erwin had, and while he'd normally roll over and go back to sleep, he found himself a little concerned about how the green-eyed man had passed the night alone.

The raven head peered into Eren's room first, thinking maybe he'd actually spent the night there, but it was empty. His own then.

But just as he was about to unlock the door, Levi heard a very familiar sound on the other side- heavy breathing. Well, now. Someone was busy. He quietly unlocked the door and pushed it open. Eren didn't notice him right away.

Eren's tanned body was stretched out on the bed, completely exposed, face half-buried in the pillow- the most likely reason he hadn't noticed the newcomer. There was also that his hand was wrapped around his leaking penis.

'Mon Dieu, ca a l'air delicieux,' Levi mused, but immediately realized sneaking up on the delicious sight was the worst thing he could do- Eren would expect the worse, the least the shorter man would do was scare him, but the worst… he didn't want to see his lover that scared again.

So he enjoyed the show.

And then he did something that made Levi's mind a blank slate.

Out of nowhere, still not noticing his spy, Eren uncurled from the pillow and kicked his legs up so his feet hit the wall behind himself, elbows bent against the mattress hold his ass and put his cock-

Right in sucking distance of his own mouth.

Levi sucked in a breath- the whimper he made broke the silence of the room and Eren snapped to him before hiding behind the pillow best he could, bright red with embarrassment. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Eren. That's something I certainly wouldn't mind seeing."

The other relaxed, but still held tight to the pillow, wide eyes looking up at him. "I-I was just… um…" A bright flush colored his cheeks.

"Were you lonely? Please, forgive me. If you like, I can make it up to you now."

"But- you and Erwin-"

"Last night. I am perfectly able to pleasure you now." He smiled at the whimper his lover tried to swallow, and walked over to straddle him. "Would you like that, Clover?"

Eren nodded. "Can I… do it to you again? That's why I was… um, earlier. Needed something like it."

"Of course, Clover." He'd sat on the bed, still offered the other a content smile, trying to urge him to act on his own.

His patience was rewarded. The brunet's warm hands traced his body, emerald eyes roaming the paler body straddling him, mesmerized but the sight before him. "Do you, um, have any of that stuff here?" the younger man muttered, his hands on his lover's hips.

"You won't need it, Clover."

Eren groaned, and pulled the raven head in for a kiss. They laid like that, delving into one another's mouths, slowly ridding each other of all remaining clothing. Eventually, Levi adjusted himself so his lover's cock rubbed against the cleft of his own ass. "Y-You're still so slick," the other groaned.

"Mm. I hope you're prepared for a couple rounds, Eren."

"I can definitely do that."

Levi thrust down, swallowing the stiff member whole. The brunet's voice rang through the room, possibly into the hall. "Oh, Clover, keep that up and you really will have Erwin running down here."

"G-Good," he panted," I like the th-three of is together."

"Oh, Clover," the older man cooed, and bent into kiss his lover before he started to move.

Eren groaned again, head nuzzled into the curve of that perfect neck. "Levi, oh, I can't, already, s-sorry, I-Oh!" he moaned, bucking his orgasm out. "S-Sorry."

"It's all right," Levi replied, leaving soft kisses on the tanned neck and chest. "I'm sure you have another one in you."

"J-Just a minute, but yeah."

The raven head continued gently touch the body beneath himself, not increasing his efforts until Eren was making those wonderful noises again.

"Levi, you feel so good," came the unabashed tone. "Ah, more, more please, yes!" he screamed, and his lover drove as hard as he was physically able, not minding at all when Eren filled him again. "Y-You haven't…?"

"Sometimes my recovery time is more than I think it'll be," the older man panted. "Please don't take it personally; I assure you I enjoyed the show."

"Oh, no! I just don't want you to push yourself or anything, you know?"

"I didn't. How about we clean up and visit the bath?"

"And roll around on Erwin's bed after?"

He grinned, and gave his lover's nose a peck. "I would never decline that, Clover."


A couple weeks later, as Levi was lining Eren's clean throat with a line of kisses, the brunet stated, "We should go outside for awhile."

The other paused. He didn't want to give too much away, but he should practice this afternoon, the king's birthday was quickly approaching… "Erwin has some visitors today. We should stay away from view."

"They'll be inside doing boring stuff, we can be outside doing fun stuff."

"Fun stuff," Levi repeated with a snicker. "Such as?"

"Well, um, that dance you mentioned, that you do for Erwin's birthday? Um, I was wondering if… Could I… do it with you?"

Finally, the older man looked up, mouth a thin line and stern eyes serious. "Eren," he said slowly. "How do you feel about Erwin?"

"F-Feel?"

"Yes. Your answer affects mine."

"O-Oh." Eren wasn't sure how the two were related, but sometimes it took him awhile for Levi's logic to make sense to himself. "Um, he's great, I can't even begin to thank him for… everything, really," he spoke, his voice getting distant at the word, his mind going over why he was grateful to the man. "He's amazing, and so kind, always thinks about how things affect those around him first…" He bit his lip, looking at Levi. Was that enough?

"There's a word I'm looking for, Eren, and if I don't hear it, you will not dance with me that day."

"…I don't know what else to say. I just want to show him how grateful I am."

"Why?"

"Because of everything I said. He's-" The brunet stopped, nervous eyes back on the raven head, realizing what the other man wanted to hear. "I care about Erwin a lot, but I love you, Levi."

"Then you will not dance with me. That performance is a show of blood-deep love and affection and if you don't love him, I won't let your body show you do. I'm going to practice a few hours," he continued, putting the pages down and standing. "Erwin's birthday is in two months anyway, not enough time to learn it as you need to. Do what you like with your time," was the add, and left the room. He didn't know where he was going, and didn't want to be angry with the brunet, but after everything they'd shown him? The passage of time had been short but… "Perhaps I let my hopes get too high."

Eren was furious. He understood where Levi was coming from, he did, but it felt like he was being punished for not admitting to feelings Levi wanted him to admit to. But that wasn't it- Levi didn't need him to love Erwin, it was just a requirement for that dance.

He raced down the hall to catch up with his friend. "Levi!" he called. Thankfully, the other stopped and turned. "I- I can't do that d-dance, I get it," he panted. "What can I do?"

The older man's expression hadn't changed. "What is Erwin to you?"

There wasn't any judgment in the gaze, but the intensity still made Eren squirm. "He's… He takes care of us. Takes care of everything. Helps us. I didn't know it was possible for someone to be so attentive in- in bed, and the way he looks at you, like you could just melt into that gaze and be happy forever…"

"But you don't love him?" It didn't sound like his friend believed him this time.

"I… thought I'd have to pick. You need me more."

Levi's expression paled, abruptly pulling the other man closer to himself. "We would never ask that of you, and that you managed to anyway… I'm humbled, Eren, but you would never have to chose between us." He released the brunet, hands still on his shoulders. "I'll ask a final time: How do you feel about Erwin?"

A wide smile broke out on the younger man's face. "I love him."

"Then let's get to work. You have less than two months to achieve perfection."

They went out to the backyard to practice, where it was normally quiet but now even more so with the impending visit. Levi started by showing Eren the entire dance, graceful steps and elegant leaps, and Eren began to wonder what he'd gotten himself into. "H-Hey, let's not tell Erwin, okay? That way, if I don't get it in time, he won't be disappointed, and if I do, it'll be a great surprise."

"Non."

"Huh?"

"I won't tell him because when you get it, it'll be the surprise of his life. But I can't guarantee he won't notice anyway; you're going to be very sore and very tired for at least a couple weeks if I do this right."

"Things to look forward to."

"Stop moping, get on your feet, and stand beside me."

"Yes, Sir."

They began with the simple steps in the beginning of the dance, going over them again and again until Eren's feet moved with Levi's counting. He was starting to get the hang of it, looked away from the ground to say as much to his lover, and immediately tripped over his own feet to crash into the raven head. Levi caught him, but didn't brace himself well enough for the impact and they both fell to the ground, Eren laughing, and the older man couldn't help but laugh with him.

"Hello, Levi."

It was the same accent, but thicker, and the tone wasn't Levi's. The two looked up to see a blond young man with narrow eyes. "You know this guy, Levi?" Eren asked.

The raven head realized the other was actually preparing to defend him if deemed necessary. How cute. "It's fine, Eren. I can no longer call him so publicly, but this is my brother, Farlan."

"Our father's decree cannot change what is biologically true," the newcomer stated.

Levi rose, eyes on the speaker. "Not something I expected to hear from you."

"I was angry. Once I thought it through, once Marco made me think it through, which I am ashamed to admit wasn't for years, I realized I was angry and was letting Father shame you just for doing what you wanted for yourself. I can't imagine how hard it must've been for you to confront them, and nothing I did came close to helping. At least Marco tried."

"If he wasn't possibly next king, they probably would have disowned him too."

"I thought about sending you a letter, but I didn't think you'd read it. Maybe I should have anyway. Most of your responsibility came to me, including your fiancée. I resented you, thought you selfish, I- I hope you can forgive me."

"I was selfish; it's your forgiveness I've been hoping for. I've missed your company," he admitted, and hugged his brother.

Eren smiled. He wasn't as dense as Levi seemed to think; he'd had his suspicions about who the visitors were with the man's deteriorating mood, and was glad to see him reconcile with at least one of his family.

"You and Isabel are getting along then?"

"Once she stopped being angry with you herself, yes. There's still no guarantee she won't slap you on sight. But you won't have to worry about that with this visit," Farlan replied as they released each other. "She's a few months pregnant and didn't come along."

"Congratulations. And Marco's back wooing the future queen, huh?"

"Yes. Crazy, isn't it? Are you going to introduce me to your wide-eyed friend or have your manners completely wasted away?"

"Not completely. This is Eren Jeager. Eren, this is my brother, Farlan Ackerman."

"Jeager," the blond said as they shook hands. "I don't think I know that name."

"No reason you should," the tanned male replied. "Just a filthy peasant."

"You don't look that filthy to me."

"Levi keeps me clean."

Farlan laughed. "I believe that!"

"Levi," Eren realized then. "Don't you have to start getting ready soon?"

Gray eyes saw the sun's position in the sky. " Merde," he cussed. "Yes. If I don't go soon, Hanji will cuss me out." He shook his brother's hand, gave Eren's cheek a kiss, and ran off.

The brunet felt a little uneasy under the other man's gaze. "So are you… the same as my brother?" he finally asked, and Eren became a little cheered- that guy felt just as awkward as he did.

"Um… yes and no. I was sent here for that, but Erwin kept me because he thought Levi was getting lonely. I think he was right." He glanced to the direction the raven head had gone. "There's not a lot of people here who'll talk to him, and he only mentioned being on his family's bad side, but you could tell it hurt him."

"Then I am even more glad we were able to speak again." Those eyes furrowed, looking beyond the other. "Is that…?"

Eren turned. Up against the back wall of the castle, was a couple, heatedly engaged in one another, pawing and kissing each other like they hadn't seen each other in ages. The man with dark hair he didn't know, but the woman wrapped in his arms was definitely Princess Annie.

Well.

Farlan charged past him, snarling words Eren didn't know. He pulled the couple apart, focusing what appeared to be a lecture on the man with dark hair and freckles, presumably his brother.

Eren had followed at a slower pace, and gave a small bow to the young lady when she noticed him. "Oh stop," she said. "You regularly spend the night with my father; we're long past the need for any of that."

"I think Farlan might see it differently."

Annie shrugged. "We're not married yet, and may have ditched the chaperone. Most people would be upset. I know Dad won't be happy. Mom will probably have a good laugh."

The brunet snickered himself. "Sounds right."

"Farlan, Farlan," she finally said, putting a hand to the blond's shoulder and gaining his attention. "If it helps, it was my idea. You know we've kept in touch and we just… happened. Don't be mad at Marco, please. He hasn't done anything I haven't wanted him to."

"There are chaperones for a reason," he replied. "We don't want anyone to think there has been any impropriety."

"It looks like they were getting along to me," Eren muttered.

"Very helpful, Eren, thank you," the blond sighed, but the other man's interest peaked.

"Eren," he smiled, holding out his hand. "I'm Marco, if you have not guessed, Levi's brother too. He's written me about you; it's a pleasure to meet you."

"A pleasure? What lies has he been writing you?"

The others laughed. "I doubt they are lies. Levi has never been one for exaggeration." He spoke carefully, like he was afraid of saying something wrong. Well, it was his second language, and was in a position where what he said was probably under a lot of observation.

Farlan sighed again, but submitted, "Marco would be an exemplary husband and a fair king. And Levi wouldn't have to worry about being cast out if the current king's rein ends before his own life does, howev-"

"That could-? I shouldn't be surprised," Eren sighed. Of course they'd kick Levi out, probably himself too, if Erwin died first. "Er, sorry, I interrupted you."

"It's fine, but no, you shouldn't. That harem would still go unused, though, Marco doesn't have it in him to be with anyone other than his wife."

"I always considered that to be a good thing," his brother said.

"I know I do," Annie added. "And Father sent us off so we could get to know each other again, make sure we still got along. Once we lost the chaperone, we did. And things are going well, I think. Would you agree, Marco?"

"I would, my lady. You have a charming sense of humor and a refreshing outlook on the world. No matter whom you marry, you will be a fine queen."

"The fact you keep saying things like that certainly doesn't hurt either," she admitted. "It's not often I see you without Levi, Eren; where has he run of to?"

"Getting ready for the banquet tonight. I think he's actually looking forward to it."

"He does seem to love to dance," the young lady smiled. "He's so strong-willed, it's a wonder how Father is able to keep up with both him and Mother. And you, now that I think on it."

"It's mostly me keeping up with them, but I know what you mean."

"Perhaps we should start heading in," Marco told her. "Your parents will start to wonder about us, especially if that chaperone has it in her to tell them she lost us."

Annie laughed again, but agreed, "I think you're right." They started for the front of the castle; the brunet turned and headed for the back. "Eren, where are you going?"

"Us second-class citizens gotta use the back, and I think I'm gonna make sure Levi's behaving himself."

"Fair enough," she agreed.

Eren gave her a respectful nod, and ran after his friend.


Levi was gathered in a room adjoining the kitchen with the girls; some dressing, some painting their faces, other still practicing. He found his quarry in a space away from the others, Hanji in front of him, doing that painting thing on his face.

His brain didn't dwell on it for long, noticing the raven head's attire. It was the same bright colors as the young women's, flowing fabrics and jewelry of gold and bells. The room was filled with gentle chimes. His friend turned.

Levi's lips were glossy with balm, and a light amount of rouge on his cheeks. Eren scrunched his nose. "Loose the cheek stuff. You don't look like yourself."

"That's kind of the idea. My darling parents decide to make a scene and the night is ruined."

"Then why not sit this one out?"

"Because I love dancing for Erwin and I won't let them take anything more from me. I should blend in, you think?"

"Not when you're doing that part by yourself. You stand out like a daisy in a patch of clover."

"Oh, you're so sweet," he replied, reaching for the other man.

Hanji pulled the decorated arm back. "Don't you dare," she warned. "You're not messing yourself up right when I'm finally finished."

Levi sighed, but took the other man's hand, saying, "There's a job for you anyhow."

"O-Oh?"

"You said you wanted to see us perform, and there's only one way for that to happen for you. That you'll accept anyway, I think. A couple of the servers fell ill a couple days ago; they're short-handed."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah. I can do that."

"Good. Come with me," he said, walking swiftly to the kitchen with the other nearly tripped trying to keep up. They blew through a couple busy doors without stopping; Eren barely registered the delicious-smelling room before Levi halted. "Connie, Eren; Eren, Connie." He gave his lover's cheek a kiss. "Have fun," he said before taking off again.

"Uh, hi-"

"Nice to meet you, Eren, but we don't really have time for that. You ever been a server before?" The guy was shorter than he was, but those intense hazel eyes warned him not to mention anything but his answer to the question.

"No."

"Lucky for you, it's easy," he said, taking hold of an empty tray. "Palm in the center, edge against your shoulder," he narrated as he showed the other brunet. "When you stop at a table, just bend about halfway, keep the tray straight, bring your free hand to the front of it, slide your palm back, and wait. You don't say anything unless asked, and if no one takes anything for ten seconds, it's okay to move on. Sometimes they'll wave you on. Got it?"

"I-I think so."

Connie laughed. "Also lucky for you, you have a little time to get used to it. Practice a little. I'll call Sasha over; she'll probably explain it better too."

"O-Okay." There wasn't much else Eren could do but agree; Connie took off. He swallowed, trying to do as the other male had told him. Edge on shoulder, palm in center; offering it was pretty much just sliding it forward-

"Hey! You're a natural!" A young woman with a dark brown ponytail was approaching him. "Sorry Connie had to split, but bonus, you get me instead. You really are doing good; we'll put some weight on there and see how you do, okay?"

"O-Okay."

Eren's balance surprised himself; he barely slipped with the dishes piled on the tray. After that was settled, he was thrown a cleaner outfit to change into. Dark pants and a vest; he'd totally gone running back to Levi to change into it; the older man totally took the opportunity to laugh at him, but did help him find a corner to change his clothes in. "This is gonna be so weird, walking around without a shirt," he sighed.

"It's a good look for you. You should do that more often."

"I'm getting chubby. It's not good."

"You're fine, but if it bothers you, I can tell you regular practice will definitely help with that."

"Good to know. I should probably get back."

"Yes. They'll start soon, and we won't be far behind. And before I forget, no matter how friendly you are with Erwin, you call him 'Your Highness' around all those people."

"Got it. See you soon, then," Eren smiled, and found a make-up free corner of his lover's cheek to kiss before leaving.

By now, the guests had arrived, were settled, and getting hungry. Each server was given a tray overflowing with food, told which direction to start in, and released to the masses. Eren kept reminding himself to breathe, gradually making his way up to the head table. Someone had been there first, of course, but the table was in his path- it would be rude not to stop, wouldn't it?

"Your Highness," he muttered, bending by the king to offer the contents of the platter to him.

"Ah, Eren," the man smiled. "I had wondered what you'd be doing with the day."

"I guess they're a little short-handed. And I really wanted to see the performance."

"Hopefully you'll show more restraint that last time, dear husband," the queen chuckled. "You couldn't excuse yourself soon enough to go off and have your way with him after he was done showing off last time."

"I maintain he was purposefully provoking me," the man defended himself. "And you have just a little shine to one of your cheeks," he observed of Eren. "A little lip balm, perhaps?"

The burnet's skin darkened. "H-He tried to kiss me more fully, but Hanji wouldn't let him."

"Ah, yes; I feel for the person who rises her temper. Stay here awhile, Eren; they'll be starting soon."

"Yes, Your Highness." Eren held his spot, leaning the tray against the table. Probably not good etiquette, but he was far from an experienced server and his arm was aching already.

A drumbeat began. Slow and steady, gradually picking up pace, and as it did, the dancers entered. He immediately sought to find Levi, but found it harder than he would've thought. Maybe his parents wouldn't notice him. The pair and their younger sons were sitting to the king's left, the queen and the princesses to his right, and Eren felt a little weird standing between them.

Then he spotted Levi and his attention was completely stolen away.

He held a cloth matching his outfit above his head with the others, spinning and flicking it out either side of him. The raven head tumbled into the center of the group, who took long strides back so he could, as Her Majesty had put it, show off.

Levi bent his body back to kick his legs up and turn himself on the way down, moving so quickly Eren's eyes could barely follow, but devoured what they could, soaking up every movement-

"Your Highness, what insult is this?"

Eren was snapped out of his reverie by Lord Ackerman's words. Erwin seemed equally annoyed at having to take his attention from the display. "Insult?" he inquired.

"I recognize who that is, and neither I nor my wife, appreciated his status rubbed in our faces."

"That was not my intention, it never crossed my mind actually; tradition states he dance and he likes to dance. That is all."

The other man's jaw ground; he couldn't come up with a rebuttal, but his anger hadn't gone anywhere. Eren looked past him to his wife. She didn't look angry, she looked… nostalgic. She missed her son. Maybe Levi had always liked to dance and she was remembering. He lifted the tray again to take pose by the woman as if offering to her from it, her husband saying something to Erwin again. She jumped minimally, startled by the metal's light tap on the table, looking up at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear, I didn't see you. Lost in my thoughts, I guess," she smiled.

"I'm sure he'd love to see you too," Eren said only.

Her face went slack, eyes filled with hope. "He would? Even after…?" She looked back out at Levi, still impressing the crowd. "You know him?"

Eren smiled. "He's my best friend."

The woman seemed stunned at the statement, then turned to the men. "Your Highness," she interrupted whatever conversation her husband and the man were having. "This child; does he know Levi?"

Erwin chuckled. "There are times I think he knows Levi better than I do."

"I-I don't know about that," the brunet stammered as the woman turned back to him.

"I would love to talk to my son, if he'll see me," she told him.

"Carla!" her husband scolded.

But it seemed she was done going along with what was apparently his decree. "He's one of my babies, and I won't ignore him anymore just because you tell me to."

"Your baby is a whore."

"He's with the person that makes him happy," she shot right back. Eren turned when he heard their older sons snickering.

Marco was whispering to Farlan words Eren didn't understand, and it was returned with a roll of his eyes. On the other end of the table, the princesses (and their parents) looked amused with the turn of events.

"How can you defend him? And after all this time, too? I thought we were in agreement about this, Carla."

"I can't bear not seeing him. I can't believe he'd talk to me. And you never asked my opinion, Ken. You did what you always do- as you see fit. I won't have it any longer."

"Then I'll no longer have you," he told her with a snarl. "And that means you no longer have a place here; I'll divorce you as soon as I can have papers drawn up. You'll have no place to go."

"I think you have that backward," Erwin said, rising. "I've held my tongue this long at Levi's request, but at that scene, I won't a minute longer and pray for forgiveness. Lady Carla will always have a place here, as do all her sons. She will be reigning lady of the lands formerly your own, and you may take your leave."

"You can't do that-"

"Jean," Erwin asked of the knight normally by his side. "Would you show Mister Ackerman out?

"Mister?! How dare you! You can't do this, I-"

Jean had knocked him out. By this time, the entire room had noticed the display and applauded the knight. He even gave a small bow before lifting the man and leaving.

"My friends," Erwin called out, and Eren noticed the dancers had gone. Aw. "I apologize for the disturbance; please continue your meal, the entertainment will be back out shortly. I must leave you a few minutes, please continue to enjoy yourselves."

The lady at his left stopped him. "Your Highness, where are you going? Can that knight not-?"

"I have no doubt Jean will see that man on his way. I have to go grovel at Levi's feet. I swore to him I'd never look away while he was dancing," the king said, and continued out.

She looked to Eren, but he wasn't able to offer much. "I don't know about that one, but if Erwin did something to piss Levi off, I-" he stopped, realizing his language.

The lady laughed. "Oh, Dear, I have three sons and-"she smiled "-formerly a surly husband; do you really think I haven't heard language like that before?"

Erwin found his seething lover pacing in the back of the room and the rest of the dancers awaited their next performance. Levi's gaze darkened when he saw the man coming, not saying a word when he was approached.

"I know you're upset with me, Levi, but-"

"You promised," the shorter man stated, not looking up.

"It was unpreventable. I know you understand that."

"All I know is what you said you'd do if you ever did look away," Levi countered, stopping his pacing to look at the king. "But I won't make you now. From what I heard, you stripped my father of his title and gave the lands to my mother."

"I did."

"I wish it was less publicly for her sake, but there's not a lot I can do about that for now, and I'll look forward to you licking and kissing my feet later."

"It will be an honor. I'll have my mouth on every inch of you, Levi."

The shorter man had been trying to maintain an upper hand, but shivered at the words.

"And perhaps you can show me what I missed later. I do love it when you dance only for me."

"It's always for you. Always."

"I'd kiss you, but I fear I wouldn't be able to stop myself. Send someone to let me know the second you're ready to receive me; I'll not wait a moment longer than I have to."

"How about I send Eren to warm you up? Maybe him riding your giant cock, my legs bent around your waist and I laying behind you so you can suck my toes?"

It was a moment before Erwin could respond. "You are diabolical, but I don't think Eren enjoys that very much."

"Oh, no?"

"The angle seems to hurt him."

"Oh, that poor thing. I'm certain we can still make something work."

"Mm," the king smiled, and left to return to his guests.

It was only minutes before the drum sounded again- the same rhythm. Had Levi actually demanded a do-over? Whether it was his doing or not, it was happening. No one seemed to mind; the last had been interrupted by that man's outburst- nothing would disturb them now.

And this time, when Levi broke from the group, Erwin saw no one else, only his raven-haired lover's movements. His body moved as if bones held no sway, as if it were no great feat to smoothly leap through the air, stretch limbs to their max and snapping them right back, as if it didn't take years of training and practice to achieve the meticulous dance to such perfection.

He glided over to the main table, normally to flirt with Erwin, but he wasn't aiming for the king- his lady mother was his target. Levi smiled brightly, laying the shawl he carried over her shoulders, and gave her forehead a kiss. He then strode back over to rejoin everyone and finish the dance.

That had to be so awkward for anyone that actually didn't know they were mother and son.

Erwin didn't dwell on it, applauding with the rest when they were done.

There were several more dances performed- and a few repetitions as people grew drunker to keep them entertained. Levi, among others, was exhausted. He was starting to fear he wouldn't have the energy to make do on his promise. A quick swim in cool water to rid himself of the make up and oil his body was slicked with make his skin shine not only cleansed, but revived. He felt wonderful coming out of the water, and was very pleased to see Eren running up to him as he did. "Did you want to swim too?" he asked, finally free to roam his lover's jaw with his mouth.

"N-Not why I'm here," the younger man managed to reply. "Erwin-" He took a breath, easing Levi back. "Erwin wants to know if you'd like to join them for the rest of the banquet. So you can talk to your mom and brothers."

"Oh, yes, concubine at-"

"Not like that. As the oldest son of an influential family."

Levi halted. "Not… at Erwin's feet?"

"At the table. Your own chair and everything."

"I- No. No, I can't, I couldn't possibly, all those people… No. I won't."

"That's okay, Levi," Eren continued to smile. "Erwin just wanted to make the offer, so you could talk with them and get to your promise as soon as possible."

The older man took pause at that. "If I'm going to sit up there, I'm going to sit next to Erwin."

"Coincidentally, a spot between him and your mom opened up earlier. And Farlan said he'd help with getting you something to wear."

"I shudder to think."

It actually wasn't too bad; Levi had been afraid his brother would try to dress him just as he'd been prior, but it was only dress pants, shirt, and what Eren found cutest of all- a cravat tied around his neck. "You know that's just a very short leash, right?" he kidded, tugging on it.

"Oh shush; you see my brothers wearing the same; it's what the men in our country do so I suggest you stop making fun of it," he replied in the worst warning tone the other man had ever heard in his life.

"Ready to join the masses, then?"

"I wish you were joining them with me, but I suppose I'll survive. Behave yourself," he said, giving the brunet's cheek a kiss before leaving his brother's temporary room with him.

"Behave? I wonder what that word means," Eren grinned, and shot back down to the dining hall by a separate route.


Most of the guests had retired for the night, those that remained were too drunk to notice who'd joined the head table, but those at said table were glad to receive him. His mother hugged him tightly, as did each of his brothers.

Eren had obtained a smaller tray, as the festivities were dying down, but as he passed the table, only hoping to catch a bit of the conversation, maybe linger awhile, but Erwin took it from him and placed it on the table before pulling the younger man to his own lap.

The brunet yelped when he was grabbed, then said, "This can't be okay, even for you."

"They'll assume I'm drunk," the king said casually, and Eren noticed the rest of his family had retired for the night.

"I'm not so sure you aren't."

"Agreed," Levi's snicker came, taking a sip of wine himself.

"Hey! I'm not even gonna try to deal with both of you liquored up!"

"I think you'll manage," the raven head told him, giving his cheek a kiss before remembering who was to his side. "Um, Mother, I-"

"Marco's shared all your letters to him with me," she smiled. "Your affections get more and more complicated; I knew a simple romance would never keep you satisfied. I worried about you." She smiled, her thumb brushing the side of her son's face. "It's clear you all care and think well of each other." Her eyes shifted in humor, and Levi turned to look at what his mother found so funny.

Eren. With all focus off him, he'd decided some of the food off the tray he'd brought belonged in his mouth. "What?" he asked. "I'm sorry; haven't exactly eaten today."

"What?" both his lovers demanded.

"Well, then," Erwin smiled. "Your arms must be tired; allow me to assist you."

"…Are you sure you're not drunk?"

"Oh, I'm sure he is," Levi snickered. "Calmest drunk I've ever known. And that instinct to take care of you gets twice as strong, as you can see," he added, the king feeding cheese and fruit to the younger man.

"I don't mind this at all," Eren grinned. "Just feel like I'm gonna get him in trouble."

"You're fine," the raven head assured him again, and turned back to his family after a shake of his head at the barely-legal peasant worried about getting the king of the country in trouble.

Eren was having fun just watching Erwin feed him. The blond had the glazed-over look of a drunk and a silly, giddy smile, but nothing… loud happened as usual when people got lost in alcohol. The older man was content to hold his lover tightly and feed him morsel after morsel- which quickly made Eren thirsty. "Can I have another drink?" he asked, nuzzling further into the form that held him so protectively.

"Of course," Erwin replied, and lifted his own glass to the other's lips.

"Mm, that's yummy."

Levi spun around. "Erwin, you are not giving him wine."

"He's an adult," the king replied, embracing the brunet as a child would their stuffed animal.

"I doubt he's had it before."

"Nothing that good," Eren replied for himself, curling harder against the older man.

"Mon Dieu, he's drunk already."

"Am not!" was the sharp retort, not moving from the warmth he was encased in. "But I feel really good."

"Mon cherie," Levi chuckled. "Why not bring Eren to bed? You both look as if you could use some rest."

"Mm," the king agreed in an absent-minded tone. "We'll see you when you join us later," he added, and gave the raven head's forehead a kiss.

"You'll be long asleep by then; you'll see me in the morning."

Erwin hummed an agreement, and picked up the brunet in his arms to carry him up to his own quarters. After laying him down on the bed, the king began to undress.

Eren was feeling very happy, and arched first against then into the covers, and hand sliding down to palm himself through his pants.

Erwin wasn't sure sex was an option for himself tonight. Levi would keep his promise, no doubt, but probably not until the next day. But he could certainly play with Eren awhile. "Planning on giving me a show, Eren?"

"I c-could…"

Oh. Wait. "Levi did mention a simply engaging dream you had once. I'd be happy to fulfill my end of it."

Emerald orbs lit up, bright with anticipation. "Really?"

"Mm." Erwin descended to his lover, his body straddling over the smaller one beneath him, and captured those lips for a full kiss.

Eren readily returned the favor, kissing back hard and moaning into the larger man's mouth. The king worked his way down the muscular form writhing for more of his touch, and gently pushed tanned hands away from his lover's hard erection. The younger man whimpered, but Erwin soothed him with another kiss.

Large hands slid under loose pants, pulling them away from the hot skin they clung to.

Eren let out a helpless yelp when Erwin's mouth lowered over him, hot and wet around his throbbing member. He writhed against the bedding, blood pumping in his ears.

The king was happy to witness it; he hadn't seen the brunet so far gone before- not without Levi present. It warmed him to know Eren trusted himself as well. He increased his efforts, and his partner's voice increased in volume, panting and gasping and grabbing onto the blanket for dear life just before managing, "Er- win, gonna- Yes! Ah, y-yes…" Eren moaned, coming down Erwin's throat and welcoming the blissful haze of afterglow.

Erwin sucked him clean, then lifted himself up to enjoy his lover's warmth. "Think you can sleep now, Eren?" he asked affectionately.

"Mm," was the contented reply, and the two got comfortable against each other, and were soon sound asleep.

When Levi joined them a few hours later, he could only smile at the sight he was greeted with. "You're supposed to fall asleep under the blankets, you idiots," he sighed.

Luckily for all involved, there were a few extra folded up nearby for emergencies such as this. The newcomer tucked himself in with his lovers, and was soon passed out with them.