Here's the chapter everyone's been waiting for! I do not own SnK or any of the characters and just a reminder, Levi's tattoo is based on the wonderful design of Roxoah on tumblr!

Chapter Four- Eren's POV:

It felt like an explosion went off in my head. All my thoughts seemed to vaporize into blurry clouds that pressed against the confines of my skull and the only thing I can hear is my heart pounding against my chest.

It's awful and leaves me struggling to function normally and part of me just wants to zone out, just for a little while until I can fully comprehend what just happened. But as appealing as that sounds, I have to remind myself that I'm still in Petra's apartment and can't let myself fall apart over a kiss in front of everyone. Especially considering the person to blame for my current predicament is sitting right next to me perfectly fine.

Of course, I can barely function while Levi just sips his beer casually and watches whatever movie they all agreed upon.

The sudden thought of him, however, causes my mind to clear slightly and I'm finally able to focus on something. Levi.

Just like that the awful feeling is replaced with a warm pleasant one. I resist the urge to reach up and touch my lips, knowing someone would probably see and the last thing I wanted was more attention to be drawn to us. I was secretly glad Petra suggested the movie. They turned the lights off so not only is it easier to ignore curious eyes (and let me tell you, there are a few) but it's also much easier to stare at a screen and pretend to pay attention than participate in another game or conversation.

Not only that, but the dark room allowed the late hour to catch up to us. Even though everyone had been loud and obnoxious moments ago, now they were more-or-less silent, gazing lazily at the TV and for that I was grateful. It gave me time to think, and I definitely had a lot to think about.

But my heart is still beating a mile a minute and I'm afraid that in the silence Levi might be able to hear it. Especially considering he had moved closer when he kissed me and hadn't bothered to move back, his arm once again relaxed and stretched out on the couch behind me. It really didn't help that the alcohol was making our close proximity very…frustrating.

Yes, I definitely drank too much, and it was making my judgment a little off. That being said, a huge part of me still wanted to get Levi alone. That's not the thought that bothered me. It wouldn't be the first time that I met someone at a party or the club and end up fucking before never seeing each other again. That's the thought that bothered me.

I don't want to never see him again.

Sinking further down in my seat so my head could lean against the couch for support, I closed my eyes that were growing tired from staring at the screen for so long.

The reason that thought bothered me so much was because I actually liked feeling that way. I really didn't want to wake up in the morning and realize it was all a trick played by the alcohol. I wanted to wake up unable to stop thinking about him like I am now because I really like him. I really like him and if I wake up tomorrow morning to find those emotions were a drunken delusion then I swear I'm quitting drinking because that would be really fucking depressing.

But what happens if I wake up in the morning and the feelings are still there but Levi doesn't reciprocate them? That would also be fucking depressing, but it wouldn't be the end of the world.

I really don't want to be hopeful that he might feel marginally the same, but then I remember the way he looked at me after he kissed me. I can't even begin to describe the emotion in his eyes. There was definitely lust, but there was something else, something that made his eyes clear despite the smoking and drinking. And it was fucking infuriating.

I briefly considered asking Erwin about the possibility. After all, if anyone were to know what that kind of look meant it would be his roommate right? And it's not like Erwin wasn't already aware of my feelings for Levi, no thanks to Mikasa and Annie. He just had to overhear them teasing me about him, but I guess it's not his fault since he had already been sitting there when we came over.

I'm surprised I can still remember what he said. "You like Levi, huh? Usually people can't get past his sour attitude." He definitely was teasing Levi more than he was teasing me, so I didn't bother lying and said 'yeah well, so what if I like Levi?' just as the man himself walked over. Thankfully, he didn't seem to hear me, but I thought I was going to die of embarrassment when I found out the two seniors were roommates.

I suppose I could ask Hanji about it, I do know her better than Erwin and I'm sure she'd tell me no problem. Actually I'm starting to get the feeling that Hanji may have planned for this all along; and Petra, Erwin, Ymir, Christa, and Annie seemed just as eager to follow her lead.

I would have to thank Ymir some time. Even though her little game turned me into a blushing mess (and slightly traumatized after kissing Jean), I'm really glad she suggested it. And I'm even happier that Levi actually kissed me on the lips instead of accepting a kiss on the cheek like with Petra. I'd have to ask someone about that also… but part of me is positive that he knew I planned to kiss him on the cheek. His eyes had been watching mine so carefully I'm certain he knew my intentions, and apparently he wasn't having it.

Petra had been absolutely delighted by the kiss. She squealed loudly (so loud even I was aware of it) and her eyes were shining brightly. Erwin hadn't said anything, but the look of surprise on his face was quickly replaced with a content smile. Hanji on the other hand… she whooped loudly, her hands shooting into the air as if she scored a touchdown or something, and perhaps in her mind she did.

Everyone else's reaction is kind of a blur. I know Christa had "aww'd" at us, her hands clasped together in front of her and a starry look in her eyes. Ymir had rolled her eyes at the blonde, but she was smirking at me and seemed very proud of herself.

Mikasa glared at Levi who was completely unfazed. Thankfully Annie was there to quickly grab her attention and send me an encouraging look that said she approved. Armin on the other hand nodded excitedly in approval, locking eyes with Hanji and sending her a thumbs-up while Jean actually looked a little impressed, but that could have been the alcohol.

The feeling of the couch cushions suddenly being ripped from under my head had me bolting back into a sitting position with wide eyes only to realize that the cushions hadn't moved at all. Somehow in the midst of my thinking, my head must have lulled to the side, landing comfortably on Levi's shoulder, and I probably would have fallen asleep like that if he hadn't shifted and effectively scared the shit out of me.

His eyes were on me now, and I briefly noted the ending credits of the movie rolling down the TV screen.

"Were you sleeping?" he asked, sounding more surprised than irritated and I took a moment to glance around and saw that everyone else was fast asleep, most of them sprawled out on either the couch or a bean bag chair, while Hanji, on the other hand, was passed out on the kitchen floor. Gunther was lying next to her with his upper body resting on a bean bag chair. He must have tried to put her head on the bean bag also, but it was now positioned at an awkward angle on the floor next to it instead.

"No I… well almost, yeah," I answered lamely, sending him a nervous smile while he rolled his eyes. Taking another glance around the room, I noticed Petra and Auruo were nowhere to be seen. They weren't the only ones missing, however. Mikasa and Annie were no longer seated next to me either, but I really didn't have to think too much about that one. "Where's Petra and Auruo?"

"They went to Petra's room half an hour ago," he muttered, stretching his arms over his head and I found myself starring at his tattoos again. Up close, I could see the wild white waves weaving through the design were actually tinted with a slight blue, and the large orange koi fish was incredibly detailed. Instead of simple orange scales, they were littered with dark black spots down the fish's length and small pink and blue lilies were scattered throughout the design. At the edge of his shirt sleeve I could see darker blue waves and greenish blue scales, but whatever else was covered by the thin fabric of his shirt.

"Well I'm not sleeping on the floor. Auruo's old bedroom should be empty and I'm not passing up an opportunity to sleep in a bed. He has a full-sized mattress so I guess you're welcome to share it, but you seem to find the floor comfortable," he teased and I rolled my eyes and stood, wincing when I realized how stiff my arms and legs are.

"Oh yeah, it's very comfortable," I stated, my voice laced with sarcasm. "I mean look at Hanji. She's sleeping on a cloud." That caused him to scoff in her direction, but smirk at me. "If you don't mind, than yeah, I'd really rather sleep in a bed. I'm sure my body will appreciate it in the morning," I laughed, and he jerked his head forward, signaling me to follow him down the small hallway.

Opening the first door on the right, he stepped in and turned on the light and I quickly followed. The bed wasn't big, but it was definitely large enough to fit both Levi and myself, albeit a little snugly but I was fine with that. The walls were a grayish-blue and covered in pictures, posters, and paintings. The bedding was simple white sheets with a thin black comforter, and the metal bed frame and desk must have been bought in a set.

There were two mismatched nightstands on either side of the bed, one held a lamp, the other an alarm clock. It was actually a nice room but I could tell no one really used it in a while. Even the closet that had been left open was completely empty and I figured Auruo had gradually moved his stuff to Petra's room until he didn't need the room at all anymore.

Levi closed the door behind us after I walked in and I sank onto the bed, pulling out a ten bag and dutch and presenting them to him.

He smirked, and suddenly there's that look in his eyes again but it's gone as quick as it came and he strides over and takes both items. Once settled in the desk chair, he props both feet up on the footboard and gets the work, a small smile still playing at his lips.

Levi's POV:

Once I started rolling, Eren took off his hoodie and draped it over the edge of the bed before taking another few minutes to look around. I noticed throughout the night he seemed to have attention for detail, and spent a lot of time observing his surroundings as if trying to memorize them.

Petra was like that sometimes as well, but only when she saw something she wanted paint so maybe it was an artist thing. Armin did say Eren is an art major, but unlike Petra it seemed like he was always looking for something else to draw. Maybe even a new challenge to face.

Right now, however, his eyes were glued to one of the paintings on the wall, a perplexed expression etched on his face. He cocked his head to the side, his face pinching slightly in frustration while his eyes flitted across the canvas.

"What's with the constipated look?" I asked casually, expecting him to give me a horrified look but his eyes never left the painting.

"I'm trying to look for something that might tell me who the artist of that painting is. It's not signed, but usually every artist has a certain flare that gives them away. I just don't recognize whose style this is, I don't think I've seen it before," he explained just as casually, and I couldn't help but smile at that. At least he wasn't bothered by my vocabulary.

"Petra painted that. I think it was her and Auruo's first anniversary or something, but she painted it for him as a gift. I think it's the spot they had their first date," I said, shrugging my shoulders while his frustration melted into admiration.

"Oh! Is this the pond from the park in the center of the city? The one surrounded by cherry trees?" he asked and when I nodded his eyes shined brightly. "Of course! There's the bridge, and the big rock in the middle of the water where the ducks lay their eggs and all the turtles sunbathe. She even put the duck nest there!" he nearly exclaimed, pointing out the various details.

"But she couldn't have painted that with a brush… the strokes aren't consistent enough to be done by a brush. Maybe she used a small sponge? No… you'd see the texture…" he hummed, leaning forward so his elbows were resting on his knees. After a few more moments, his eyes widened.

"Does Petra use flowers to paint?" he asked suddenly, finally turning his gaze to me and I could see excitement swirling in his beautiful Caribbean eyes.

"Yeah, she does actually. She says paint brushes get too expensive or something," I chuckled, putting the last few touches on the blunt and pulling out a lighter. His eyes immediately snapped back to the canvas and excitedly scanned over all the details again while I lit the 'L'.

"That's amazing… I tried painting with flowers once, but I could never get it right. It always smudged. And how is she able to paint that much detail with flowers. I wonder if she used the stem for that part," he mused, his eyes tracing over a particularly delicate stroke.

He continued pointing out different details about the piece; the color contrast, the apparent use of drops of water mixed with paint to create shading and a reflective effect on the surface of the pond, all these little things I would never have noticed if he hadn't pointed them out. Taking a long drag from the blunt, I wondered how he could possible know all of this by simply looking at the painting.

"That's the kind of piece that belongs in a museum," he decided, his features relaxing into a fond smile as he drank the image in one last time. Then he turned to me, his smile never wavering and his eyes immediately finding mine. He probably was expecting me to reply, but I couldn't be bothered to open my mouth. All I could do was stare into the endless pools that made up his irises.

And suddenly I was moving off my chair and slowly sitting down next to him. His eyes questioned my action silently, but he didn't move and his smile never faltered. The only thing I could think about was kissing him, so I did.

He barely had time to react before I pulled him into a feverish kiss, but his response was almost instantaneous. One of his hands found my hip, but he made no move to push me away. Instead he pulled himself closer to me and kissed back with just as much enthusiasm as the first time.

Except this time we didn't have an audience.

Moving even closer, I angled my head to deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. He immediately accepted me, opening his mouth for me to explore while he cheeks burned under my fingertips. I nipped at his lower lip and he moaned low in his throat, a sound that seemed to go straight to my groin, and then he was straddling my hips, one hand combing through my hair while the other wrapped around my neck and pulled us closer.

Being mindful of the blunt still nestled gently between my fingers I placed my hands on the small of his back, slowly sliding them down, following the curve of his ass, and lifting him so I could deposit him in the middle of the bed. Pressing a few more heated kisses to his lips, I pulled back a few inches and stared into his eyes, panting.

His cheeks were flushed and his breathing just as labored as mine, but his eyes had become molten and darkened with lust. An impatient whine escaped from his lips and he lifted his hips, grinding them against mine and forcing me to realize exactly where this was heading as I hissed in pleasure.

"Are you sure?" I murmured once I managed my breathing, my eyes searching his for any uncertainty. There was none.

"Yes," he stated firmly despite the breathiness of his voice, his cheeks still flushed and I decided I never wanted anyone else to see him like this. I pressed my lips against his in another searing kiss, and his hands reached down and under the hem of my shirt, his fingers tracing the lines of my stomach and humming in appreciation.

He whined again when I pulled away and sat up, glaring at me playfully while I smirked. Pulling my t-shirt over my head, I took another long drag from the blunt grateful it hadn't gone out while Eren drank in my appearance. Once his eyes found mine again, clouded with even more lust, I leaned forward and pressed my lips back to his and blew the smoke into his awaiting lungs.

When his eyes opened his pupils were blown wide and he let out the smoke with a content sigh, and any self-control I had left crumbled. Balancing the 'L' between my lips, I hastily grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head, taking a few moments to shamelessly rake my eyes down his bare torso and breathe in another lungful of smoke before putting out the blunt and setting it to the side.

I pressed my mouth to his and he greedily pulled the smoke into his own lungs while grinding his hips into mine. I continued to trail my lips over his jaw before latching onto his throat as my hands made quick work of unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down his legs. He kicked the article of clothing away like it offended him before reaching down and quickly removing my jeans.

I did not expect him to slip his hand under the waist band of my boxers and grab the base of my length. Choking back a gasp, I buried my face in his neck and hissed when he squeezed gently, running his fingers over the sensitive flesh almost teasingly. With me successfully distracted he also managed to flip us so I was on my back, and he was staring up at me from between my legs smirking smugly. He's still a blushing mess, but he's a lot bolder than I thought he would be and it thrilled me.

He had my boxers off before I even realized it, discarded probably on the floor or maybe onto the desk or chair. I had very little time to think about it before he trailed his tongue from the base of my shaft up the underside and taking the entire head in his mouth and giving a long, hard suck.

My back arched involuntarily, and I left out a breathy groan while my hands tangled into his hair. He hummed slightly, swirling his tongue over the tip and massaging the slit with the muscle, both actions leaving me a breathless and panting mess, before taking my entire length into his throat.

"S-shit!" I gasped, my grip on his hair tightening as I rutted into his mouth. He kept his tongue flat against the underside of my cock, one hand fondling my balls while he hummed loudly, causing me to shiver as the vibrations resonated around my shaft. His head bobbed back and forth a few more times before he pulled away with a slight 'popping' sound.

"I think you're hard enough," he murmured cheekily, smiling innocently while I glared at him. Anchoring my legs around his waist, I flipped us, switching our positions so he was the one lying on his back with me between his legs. I did an even faster job removing his boxers.

His eyes followed me, blinking away the surprise, while I quickly grabbed a small bottle of lube, still sealed thank God, and a condom from one of the nightstands. Coating my fingers in a thick layer of the cool substance, I leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his collarbone.

"You're a tease," I accused, keeping my voice low and husky while tracing the rim of his asshole with a coated finger. He shuddered under my touch, he back arching in anticipation and forcing his eyes closed.

"N-no, I'm a bottom," he countered smugly, one eye peaking open to gauge my reaction. Instead, however, I pressed a single finger inside him causing his back to arch a second time, and his eyes to squeeze shut. I continued to work the finger inside of him until he was rutting against my hand impatiently.

"Someone seems a little impatient," I purred into his ear, adding a second finger and began scissoring them. He moaned, his arms wrapping around my neck and holding me close while angling his hips so my fingers could reach deeper.

"S-shut up," he pouted and I chuckled and added the third finger, catching him by surprise. His head lulled back against the mattress and he let out a loud groan, and I pushed my fingers deeper, curling them against the inner walls of his anus until I found the bundle of nerves that is his prostate.

"A-ah!" he gasped, his toes curling into the blanket while he arched off the bed, his fingers digging into my back. Smiling, I pressed a quick kiss to his neck and aimed for that spot again, causing him to cry out while pre-cum dripped down his length.

Smirking I pulled my fingers out of him and allowed him to collapse slightly against the bed, breathing heavily. I quickly slid on the condom and applied a generous amount of lube, stroking myself a few times before aligning myself at his entrance.

Glancing up at him, I silently asked for permission and he quickly nodded, his hips urging me to continue. I smiled gently at him causing his eyes to soften with affection before claiming his lips in a hungry kiss and thrusting into him.

He gasped again, his breath hitching slightly and his fingernails digging into the flesh on my back. I groaned against his lips and pulled away and pressing a kiss to his jaw before burying my face in his neck once again. I kept my hips perfectly still, allowing him time to adjust despite the desire to bury myself deeper into his heat and let his tight walls consume me.

After a few moments his breathing evened out and he rolled his hips experimentally. Hissing slightly at the movement, I clung tightly to the little self-control I had leftand looked up at him, searching for any signs of pain. He chose the same time to roll his hips again, this time a low moan escaping his throat.

Taking a slow, deep breath through my nose, I gentle pulled out of him before swiftly thrusting back in, earning another moan as he squirmed beneath me. I continued to thrust into him at a slow and steady speed, the sound of skin slapping together and Eren's moans and pleas for me to go faster filling the room.

"L-Levi…" he moaned desperately, his nails raking across my back as I sped up the pace, angling my hips so I could thrust deeper inside him. When I found his prostate again he let out of loud cry that turned into delicious moans as I mercilessly aimed each thrust to hit the bundle of nerves. His eyes screwed shut and my back stung slightly from him raking his nails across the skin.

"I c-can't… Levi I'm- A-ah!" he tried, but I already wrapped my hand around his member, unable to last much longer myself. I pumped his length in time with my thrusts and pressed my lips against his, muffling his screams of pleasure and running the pad of my thumb over his head until he stiffened, his walls tightening around my cock as his seed spilled over my hand.

I continued to thrust into him as he rode out his orgasm, pushing myself over the edge and groaning his name as I came. His breathing was still ragged, but a satisfied sigh rushed from his lips as he gazed up at me affectionately. I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before pulling out and quickly disposed the used condom.

I quickly settled myself beside him, using a tissue to clean off his stomach and my hand, before pulling the blankets and sheets over our naked bodies. He immediately curled into my side, burying his face into my chest while my body shifted to accommodate him as if we had done this a thousand times before.

"Goodnight Levi," he murmured, kissing my chest lazily while I hummed and pressed my lips to the top of his head.

"Goodnight Eren."