In preparation for the mission, Erwin orders Squad Levi (which now consists of the elite veterans of the 104th training division) to station themselves in a temporary safehouse near Shiganshina, in titan territory. Reiner and Bertholdt were reported to have been seeking refuge in Shiganshina after their failed attempt to kidnap Eren and may be searching for Eren's childhood home with the intention of obtaining whatever it is that is safeguarded in the basement there. During Ymir's interrogation, another key piece of information was revealed: Annie, Reiner and Bertholdt came from the same village, and though no exact location was given, that village may be located east of Shiganshina, outside the walls.

On the day of transfer to the safehouse, the troops and the officers depart separately. The troops are to maintain a small formation to attract as little titan attention as possible. Reports from patrol squads have reported only very light titan activity within Wall Maria, and the time of departure should have them arriving at the fortified safehouse around sunset, lessening the chances that titans will notice the human presence in the city. If all goes as planned, Squad Levi should be able to make a clear shot straight through Trost on horseback with little to no titan interference, and arrive in Shiganshina in under three hours. Levi and Erwin are trying to recruit reinforcements from the Garrison and MP to supplement the few remaining members of the survey corps. The outcome does not look promising.

Levi sees Eren off as he leaves with the 104th for Shiganshina. He double checks Eren's saddlebags, silently hoping that the added weight doesn't slow his horse down. He can't risk putting them in the wagon with the rest of the supplies, and he'll carry the more valuable items himself in case Eren gets separated from his horse. He is worried about sending Eren into titan-occupied territory, but Mikasa is going to be with him, and if Levi can't be by his side, she's the next best thing. If all else fails, Eren can shift and use brute force or his more refined titan abilities to defend himself and his comrades.

Levi rides up next to Eren as the rest of the squad begins to exit the city. Their hoods are pulled up over their heads to shield them from the afternoon sun and Levi uses this detail to his advantage. He pulls Eren in for a kiss, faces hidden by the hoods of their cloaks. Before Levi releases him, he whispers a final order to Eren.

"If you arrive in the city on time, meet me on top of Wall Maria by sunset."

"Yes, sir."

Levi turns his horse to watch Eren leave. Eren looks back just before he passes through Trost's newly repaired gate, mouthing something at him that he can't make out from this distance.

As soon as Eren is out of sight, Levi returns to the city to arrange a few more details with Hanji and Erwin. He knows it's another gamble, but it's a small one. He hopes he hasn't misinterpreted Erwin's recent cryptic comments and stern looks, and even more that he can trust Hanji's big, loud mouth.


Levi sits on the ledge of one of the battlements atop wall Maria, legs dangling precariously over the edge. He's unconcerned about falling; he's wearing his gear. As he's gazing at the sun just beginning to set over the free territory in front of him, he's lost in thought about tomorrow's mission. His conversation with Erwin earlier paid off, but Erwin's behavior was still unusual. Does Erwin suspect him? Will they be able to make their break from the formation plausible, or better yet, completely unnoticed? Or will they just be eaten by titans before their plan can even be executed? If they can do all that, will they even be able to locate the warrior's settlement? And if they do, will they be able to make a peaceful negotiation with them? Levi hopes so.

He's distracted from his thoughts by the clank and hiss of maneuver gear and turns just as Eren leaps over the edge.

"Hi." Eren's greeting drifts over from behind him, barely audible over the honking of the geese that choose to fly above their heads at that very moment, effortlessly crossing over the wall and into the outside world before they disappear from sight. Levi swings his legs back over the ledge and turns to acknowledge Eren's presence with a small smile as he rises, brushing his hands on his pants and hopping down to greet him with a kiss.

It's then that Eren looks up to the elevated battlement where Levi was sitting, eyes widening when he finally notices what Levi has set up for them.

"Levi, what's all this? Is that… Are we having dinner on top of the wall?"

"Mm." Levi hums affirmatively with a curt nod. "I hope you're hungry. This stuff wasn't easy to get."

"Yeah, I'm starving. I left before dinner to make it here. What is it?" Levi takes Eren's hand and leads him up. He climbs atop first, reaching his hand down for Eren to grab.

"I can make it up there on my own," Eren says in a low voice.

"I know." Levi doesn't retract his hand and Eren shakes his head but grabs the offered hand anyway. "That doesn't mean I shouldn't want to help you up."

Levi has laid out a large - is that a bear? - animal skin for them to sit on. A lantern sits off to the side and draws Eren's eye to the two mess kits stacked next to it. Levi begins removing his gear and blades, dropping them down with a clank on the stone surface, distracting Eren from the mysterious items before him.

Levi gestures toward Eren's own gear, silently instructing him to remove his as well. "Titans can't climb, the Garrison all ran home to their mothers, and no one knows we're up here. Might as well be comfortable."

He hopes that colossal bastard Bertholdt doesn't decide to show up to prove him wrong. Or that hairy fucking ape. God, that thing is creepy.

He motions Eren to sit and they both seat themselves on the thick pelt, sitting side by side looking over the landscape. The sun has sunk closer to the horizon, illuminating the trees from the right, casting everything to the left in growing blue shadow.

Momentarily engrossed in the breathtaking view in front of him, Eren whispers out an awed "wow." Levi chuckles and Eren's attention is pulled back to the man seated next to him.

"Levi… Is this a date? Is this a ho-," Levi interrupts Eren before he can finish that question.

"Eren, don't you dare." Eren grins and finishes his question anyway.

"…hot titan date?" Levi gives an irritated sigh, bringing his hand to his face, rubbing at his brow as if he had a headache.

"Goddamn it, Eren." Levi's words sound angry, but Eren notices the way Levi's lips subtly turn up at the edges. Eren laughs.

"Sorry, Levi. Couldn't resist." He doesn't sound apologetic at all.

"Fucking… Ugh. Yes, it's a date. Can we just eat now?" He leans over to grab the mess kits, hoping the food is at least a little warm. It's not. He places one tray in Eren's lap before taking his own and opening it. When the smell of the food reaches his nose, he remembers one more thing. He stretches back over to stick his hand into the pack, and soon finding what he was looking for, pulls out a dark glass bottle.

"Ah. Almost forgot."

Levi sets the bottle in front of him as he reaches again for something in his bag. Eren furrows his brow and looks suspiciously at the bottle.

"Is that wine? You… Didn't get that from Pixis, did you?" Eren says as he shivers at the memory.

Levi produces a corkscrew from his pack and gives a rare, genuine laugh. "Fuck no. I want to show you what good wine is supposed to taste like. And you better enjoy it because this shit was harder to get than the food. You'll have to drink from the bottle because I didn't pack glasses." He's not even sure Eren is listening. He's too busy being impressed by what he found inside his tin mess kit.

"That's fine," Eren says absently. He's picking up the tray and holding it under his nose, inhaling deeply and letting out an actual moan at the smell. "Oh my god, Levi. You got us real food. I completely forgot how food is supposed to smell without the smell of that yeast. Can I eat this now? You know what, don't even answer that. I don't even care what this is, I need it now."

Eren almost starts to eat with his hands and feels slightly embarrassed at his manners when he sees his fork and uses that before Levi can notice his mistake. Levi may have been a thug in the underground, but he has high standards and expects everyone else to adhere to them as well. Impressing Levi is something Eren's wanted to do even before he met him.

Eren takes his first forkful and begins to chew, forgetting to swallow before exclaiming, "This is meat!" Now he's talking to Levi with his mouth full. Whatever, he's way too excited about the food to care about manners right now.

Levi nods, still not having started eating his food, finally uncorking the wine and setting it down. "It's beef." Now he picks up his tray and eats.

Eren seems even more amazed. He's trying so hard not to shovel it into his mouth all at once, but it's so good. He knows that with the very limited space for raising livestock, beef is an incredibly rare commodity only affordable to nobles and the wealthier people living in the interior. He feels a swell of gratitude and love for Levi providing him with such an expensive, unnecessary treat. He feels a tiny bit guilty when he thinks about how much Levi must have paid for this. Turning to look Levi in the face, he gives him a sincere thanks.

"Thank you, Levi. This is amazing. How did you manage to get this?"

Levi has the wine bottle raised to his lips, and as he swallows, he hands the bottle over to Eren. "Not important. Try this."

Eren takes the bottle and hesitantly sniffs it. He doesn't trust wine. He's surprised that this actually smells pretty good and raises the bottle to his lips to take a curious sip. It's not bad, he thinks. It's a little strange. It's a new flavor to him and nothing like the rank liquid he nearly spat in the eccentric Garrison Commander's face on the day he was supposed to be convincing him not to kill him. It's a little bitter but sweet at the same time. It has a weird texture in his mouth when he swallows, and he feels the faint warming sensation of alcohol bloom in his nose and throat, going all the way down to his still mostly empty stomach. He gulps down a few more mouthfuls, larger sips this time, and he feels a comfortable relaxation settle in him. No, it's not bad at all.

The final glimpse of daylight is extinguished from the sky as they finish their food in peaceful silence. Eren makes sure to save half of the wine for Levi. He mentally curses it for probably being ridiculously expensive if the quality of the food Levi procured for them is anything to go by. Levi doesn't do anything halfway and he's certain the wine is just as much of an unaffordable rarity as the meat. Then he realizes that there's probably no wine outside the walls anyway. Damn. He could have gotten used to all this.

Having finished their food and the remainder of the wine, Levi sets the empty containers to the side and reaches into his pack once again. Eren is curious, watching intently as Levi presents him with a small wooden box tied with red ribbon.

"Open it."

Eren slowly pulls the ribbon, setting it aside carefully before sliding off the lid, and looks inside. Puzzled at the contents of the small box, he looks to Levi for an explanation.

"Chocolate."


"The mission is tomorrow," Eren states while looking up at the stars just beginning to appear in the sky, trying to find all the shapes Armin always pointed out.

"It is."

"We could die."

"It's likely."

"That's why you did all this." It's not a question and Levi sees no need to respond.

"I guess I'll never get to find out what's in my basement."

"Your house is right down there somewhere. I'll take you if you want."

"….No."

"Even if it's the secret to saving humanity?"

"It might not be."

"You can change your mind."

"No." A long pause. "I don't think I actually can save them. I'm only good at getting people killed."

"Soldiers know they're signing up to die when they choose to fight. Death is the wages of war. I still believe you're the best chance humanity has ever gotten to triumph over the titans. We can turn back now. I'll understand."

"No. I want this. Are you forgetting that I'm a titan too? If we survive the final battle, I'll be the last titan. Did you also forget who it was that took on the responsibility of killing the last titan because no one else was suitable for the job?"

Levi often thought about that on sleepless nights and dreaded that day. He had nightmares about it and Eren never knew why he'd wake up to find Levi clinging to him for dear life. It's one of the reasons he's taking this chance with him. If he sheds the wings of freedom and his oath to humanity's salvation that came with them, he also sheds his promise to kill Eren when it becomes necessary.

"I don't even want to save humanity anymore. I'm not sure if I ever did, to be honest. I just wanted to kill the titans. I wanted revenge… for myself. They all wanted me dead from the minute I first discovered that I could transform. Pretty sure most of them still do. Well, fuck them. Now they can see what it's like if they had their way. Even if people die because they don't have their precious weapon anymore, at least I won't be there to see the blood on my hands."

Eren sounds so bitter. Levi, of course, understands, but it's still painful to hear how Eren has changed from a confident, determined hero to a jaded, worn out soldier like himself.

"I'm going to miss Armin and Mikasa."

They sit in silence for a while, looking out over the free territory as the stars grow brighter against the contrast of the rapidly blackening sky. There are no lights over that horizon except the moon and stars. The small lantern still flickers next to them, orange flame mixing with cool, blue moon, creating a warm circle of light around the two of them, their own personal world on top of the wall.

They meet in a kiss, slowly, a mirror of their first. That night when Levi kissed Eren in the dark as he awoke, his eyes opening to the dawn of a new era in their relationship. Hands in each other's hair, the kiss remains slow and gentle. They take their time.

Levi's distracted by the weight of the tiny thing sitting in his belt pouch. How can something so small be so heavy?

He'd gone into the underground to secure some necessities for their trip outside the walls. Contraband. One item, though, one tiny item, cost him more than everything else combined. It was easily the most crucial object as well. Levi never in his life desired to do something like this, but when he met Eren…

It started as an amusing image in the back of his mind, one that he pushed away as whimsy, unnecessary whenever it surfaced. The longer he knew Eren, and the closer they grew, he started seriously considering that thing which he previously considered frivolous. It really was frivolous, having no real meaning in a world like this, but that morning when he looked into those sunlit gold and green eyes, he knew he would do it. He wanted to slip that gold and emerald ring onto Eren's finger and forsake all other loyalties, offering up his heart and life to his Eren instead.

He spent a lot of time in the underground that day, a place he never wanted to see again, looking for a gold and emerald ring. He was originally planning on paying a visit to the noble who owned it and relieving him of it, but when Erwin gave the order to deploy, he knew he would never make it to Mitras and back in time. Levi may have started life as a thief, and most would believe that means a complete forfeiture of morals, but Levi's seen enough to know that morality is relative at best, a lie at worst. He's seen people starve, he's seen those starving people steal and even kill just to continue living, all the while the nobles in the interior live in comfort and luxury. In the underground, he was lucky if he even had clean water to drink. Surely living in excess while humans of the same blood and bone starve in the streets is a far worse crime than pilfering a lump of metal that joined nine others on a rich man's fingers.

Levi never did find that gold and emerald ring that reminded him of Eren's eyes. He found something far better. A simple band of silver metal. Precious metals were very rare outside of Sina, most of them priceless relics from pre-wall times when the metals were more plentiful. Even though the ring looked plain, even if it was silver and not the more expensive gold, it was still extremely valuable. Except... it wasn't silver. It was platinum. Far rarer and more precious than even gold and emeralds. It is stronger than gold, heavier, and instead of bending or breaking like gold will, platinum will age and weather with wear yet remain solid. Its color is a pale silver, appearing to be nearly white. Levi never dreamed that he'd be so painfully in love that he'd consider such romantic symbolism, but that was before Eren roared into his life and demolished everything he thought was true.

Levi wanted this to be a night of new experiences, trying to accomplish all those things Eren made him want to do before he died. Since when does Levi take people on dates? They'd be walking into imminent death tomorrow, it was now or never. A last hurrah of sorts; a going-away party. If they were lucky they'd get to experience even more together. If not, he didn't want to die with regrets.

Discreetly retrieving the ring from my belt, I break the long kiss and gaze at Eren with a soft expression that I didn't even know I could make. Probably the first time. Kinda wonder what it looks like. Hope it isn't frightening Eren. My face has a tendency to do that to people.

Sighing, I extract myself from Eren's arms. I present myself in an act of deference to him, lowering in front of him on both knees. I grab him by the chin to encourage him to look directly at me before I speak.

"We're going outside tomorrow. We're giving up everything we've ever known to chase a dream. I'd given up hope of ever tasting freedom until I met you. You're the first promising weapon against the titans, the first hope humanity has had in a hundred years. When you showed me the strength of your will, you returned hope to me. Nothing has ever given me hope, but you gave me even more than that. Purpose. Strength. A refuge. Why should I offer my heart to humanity or the survey corps when they've given me nothing but an unbearable burden?"

Eren stays quiet, giving me all his attention. I don't miss the way he swallows when I pause to take a deep breath. I gently stroke his cheek with my knuckles.

"I'm revoking all other loyalties." I salute him with the ring clutched in the opposite hand. "I offer up my heart to you, Eren Yeager. I swear my life and loyalty to you and you alone."

Taking his hand in both of mine, I start to slip the ring onto Eren's finger, stopping at the first knuckle, looking into his eyes for an answer.

He swallows again, poor kid looks white as a ghost. I hope he doesn't puke.

"Levi, is this… Are you…" He's too stunned to get the words out.

"Marry me."

Eren's jaw drops open slightly and his eyes widen in disbelief. I've apparently rendered him speechless, the complete opposite of his natural state.

All he manages to get out is a breathy "Okay."

I slide the ring onto his finger completely. I really hope he doesn't notice my hand shaking.

Eren immediately straightens himself onto his knees and salutes me in return. I don't know what to do now, so I yank his face to me with both hands and kiss him harder than I ever have before. I realize I've split his lip with my teeth from my roughness when I taste his blood in my mouth. I don't dislike it. I really don't dislike when steam starts billow from between our lips, creating an odd contrast of hot steam and the cold dampness of it evaporating on our skin. Some of the steam enters my mouth and I inhale it greedily. There's no denying it now even if I wanted to, which I sure as hell don't: I'm kissing a fucking titan and I'm harder than the platinum band I just put around his finger.


Eren and I so consumed with each other that everything up till now is a blur. Somehow we've managed to get our boots off. Our belts and harnesses are unbuckled, hanging loose at our sides. My shirt is hanging open and the sharp item that I've just painfully kneeled on turns out to be a button. Ah.

We're up on our knees, kissing so frantically that our lips are now swollen and raw and our faces are disgustingly covered in saliva. Eren is moaning into my mouth and rutting against my leg. I need more of him. I need to feel him, breathe him, swallow him, taste him, devour him completely so he'll be a part of me forever. Can't wait anymore. I grab him behind the thighs and wrap them around my waist, carrying him to the very edge of the wall. He squeaks when I pick him up so suddenly and it's the cutest fucking thing.

He looks at me with wide eyes, startled, when he realizes I've laid him down with his head over the edge of the wall. Does he think I'd let something happen to him after all that? Yeah, this is risky, but we're never going to get the chance to do something like this again. I rip down his pants, not wanting to waste another second. The thigh belts catch a little on the way down and I hope I haven't bruised him, but if he's in any discomfort he doesn't show it. Kid's had his arms cut off more than once. His pain tolerance is unreal. I grab him by the thighs again, pressing them forward and bending him nearly in half over himself, his head raised but still unsupported over the ledge, his hands braced flat against the stone beside him.

"I've got you." He watches my eyes before relaxing. He makes an unimpressed-sounding comment that nearly makes me laugh again.

"Levi, why am I eye-to-eye with my own penis." It's not a question. Sounds more like a threat, actually.

Sina, Rose and Maria, I can not believe I'm going to do this.

I give him an answer in the form of my tongue dragging over his asshole. He shouts and wriggles so hard that I am temporarily afraid that he will actually fall off the wall and I grip his thighs so tight that I am definitely bruising him this time. Still, I'm amused by his reaction and chuckle against his ass.

"Levi, what the fuck?!"

"Don't shit yourself, brat." Why did I just say that. "Do you want me to stop?"

"….no."

I continue lapping at him, contemplating this new sensation on my tongue. Eren has allowed his head to fall back over the edge of the wall. I notice that this is muffling his gorgeous noises and I'm temporarily annoyed before I realize that these won't be the last moans I'm drawing out of him tonight. I can actually hear his heart pounding against his chest, hopefully from the rush of knowing that he's 50 meters in the air, hanging over a ledge and could fall to his death at any given moment. I would never let this happen, obviously, but the illusion of danger is still there. You never feel more alive than when you're staring death in the face.

I give his skin a light, experimental suck, just along the rim. He seems to enjoy that, so I do it a few more times, a little harder now. I wonder if he could come from me doing this and then decide to have mercy on him as I remember his hunched-forward position. I get another idea that seems like something he might like, and I hesitate for a moment before thinking fuck it, why not. I know why not. I'm going to do it anyway. I can't see his face so I concentrate on how good it must look right now, picturing it in my mind to distract me from the thought that I am now sticking my tongue in an anus. Just the very tip because it took a little more pressure than I anticipated. Eren's reaction is worth it. He shouts my name so loud that it carries across the silent stretch of grassland below us, echoing back against the dense wall of trees beyond. I hear some crows rustle the leaves in a nearby tree as they fly away cawing. I calculate the likeliness of the sound reaching the safehouse behind us and imagine Eren's sleeping squadmates waking up to the sound of him screaming my name because my tongue is up his asshole.

I have to stop when I start laughing because that mental image is just too much to handle. Armin possibly crying, arms around his knees as he rocks himself in wide-eyed shock. Steely-faced Mikasa gripping a dagger with white knuckles, ready to castrate me. Hanji bouncing with excitement at the idea of new types of experiments they could run on Eren. Jean, I can't decide what's funnier to picture with him. Either smugly declaring "Pay up," holding his hand out to collect his winnings, or shouting out in distress, "for Sina's sake, Yeager! I don't need to hear this!" Sasha and Connie would still be sleeping like rocks with drool running down their faces. Gross.

Eren lifts his head up and looks at me. I run a hand down my face trying to control my laughter.

"Sorry. I just pictured you waking up the squad shouting my name." I move my hands to his hips trying to figure out how to drag him back from the edge without scraping his skin on the stone.

It's his turn to cover his face with his hand before he reaches up to clasp his hands behind my neck, allowing me to wrap my arms around his back and pull him to fall backward with me on top of the animal skin.

"You're still going to do it again. I'm never going to get tired of hearing that."

Eren's kneeling over me and I nearly choke at the view. Eren, towering over me, chest heaving, glistening skin spread taught over his strong, muscular body, cock standing at attention with the small pearl of clear pre-ejaculate gathered at the tip slowly rolling down along the hard flesh. The lantern had gone out unnoticed, so Eren's beauty is amplified by the way the moonlight illuminates and shadows him in soft white light and how his bared skin stands out against the blue-black darkness of the sky.

Eren moves back a little to get at my fly and finally my pants come off. He leaves my ruined shirt. He then leans forward to flatten his tongue against my balls, dragging it torturously slow along my length before taking the head in his mouth. That's it, I am not waiting a second longer. I buck him off of me, using my thighs to topple him over. He knocks over the empty wine bottle when he tries to catch himself, shattering it on the top of the wall as it rolls off the edge of our platform. I reach over and drag my pack toward me, instantly retrieving the bottle of oil that I made sure was within easy reach in a front pocket.

"Turn your back to me. Kneel." I usually want to look at his face when we fuck, but tonight is a special occasion.

I pour the oil into my palm, letting it spill over and pool between my fingers before I get on my knees behind Eren, pushing him forward to support himself with his hands, easing two of my fingers up his ass, turning them to coat his insides with oil.

"Ngh… aahhhhhhhh…" Eren's deep, throaty moan encourages me to hurry up before I waste this perfectly good erection across his back.

I grab the bottle again and coat myself with an excessive amount before lining myself up, the swollen head of my cock gently inching into him as I press it against his asshole.

He sighs and hums when I sink myself into him until his ass is against my hips. I lean forward to bring my arms around his chest and pull him off of his hands and against me. He's now fully upright, back firmly against my chest, legs spread wide astride my knees, my arms strongly securing him against me.

He turns his head to look at me with an adorably demure look considering we're fucking on top of Wall Maria, out in the open, over his demolished childhood home with his friends and squadmates sleeping in an abandoned armory below, titans probably standing dormant somewhere nearby. Eren doesn't seem to care where my mouth has been. We kiss, unhurriedly tasting each other, breathing in each other's scent, feeling the cool of the evening against our naked, vulnerable skin. I separate our mouths by lifting my hand to grip his chin, turning his face forward. He gasps.

We fuck looking out over freedom. Over our future. And if we're unlucky tomorrow, we'll at least have had a hell of a last night together.

From our perspective up on the wall, the world beyond looks so vast and so tiny at the same time. The trees nearest us look small and far away, the trees in the distance look more like mountains, their tops forming peaks and valleys, a black and shadowy horizon dividing the dark blue sky. I hope Eren's ocean is somewhere out there.

The slick sounds of me slamming into Eren and the way he sighs and moans out my name, little 'aahs' and drawn out 'ohs' and 'mmms' on every forward thrust and brush of my fingers over his nipples are what pushes me past the point of no return. Trying for as long as possible to hold off my imminent orgasm, I lower my hand to stroke his cock. Short, rapid strokes, thumb swiping just over the back of the ridge under the head, exactly how he likes it. I feel him throb in my hand and start to clench around me and that's what finishes me. I cry out, groaning loudly into his ear, moaning in sync with the pulses of my cock as I fill him.

Eren's body becomes rigid almost immediately after so I remain inside him, fist still moving around him, leaning in to lick the rivulets of salty sweat that leave glittering trails as they drip down his neck. He comes with another shout that echoes in front of us and it sounds so good that waves of pleasure run through my body, causing me to gasp out Eren's name, throwing my head back and moaning at the overwhelming assault on my senses.

When Eren hunches back over onto his hands and knees to catch his breath, I happen to glance down over his shoulder to see an impressive amount of semen splattered on the stone surface in front of him. I suppose that might be even better than carving "Eren + Levi" into the wall before we leave. Yes, much better. I don't get to make my own contribution as the bearskin catches mine when I draw out of him. Unfortunate.

We dress before laying back down together on the coarse fur to recover. Eren rests his hand on my bare stomach, my shirt having been destroyed earlier, feeling it move with the rise and fall of my breaths. I look down to admire him and my eye catches the moonlight reflecting off of the silvery-white metal that now adorns his finger. It's peaceful. I don't want this to end. Nature has other plans.

"Oi, Eren, there's one more thing I want to do before we head back." He gets up to follow me to the opposite ledge of the wall, the one that overlooks the city.

I open my fly and pull myself out before proceeding to take a much needed piss over the edge.

"Uh… Levi?"

"What."

"I, uh, don't think I can join you."

I finish up, shaking myself off before tucking myself back in. I turn to Eren to ask him why, but as I look him over my eye is drawn to the bulge in his pants.

"You have to be kidding me."

"I can't help it!" He actually seems embarrassed.

"Goddamn teenagers."

Still, I smile to myself as we begin to pack up for the trip back into the city.

I've always wanted to do that.


Eren and I maneuver back down the wall and over the rooftops of the destroyed city until we reach tonight's temporary accommodations. Eren managed to claim the biggest, cleanest room for us and I could kiss him for that. In fact, I do. Before we go to bed on clean sheets and a soft mattress for what may be the very last time, we make room for one more goodbye tonight. The civilized thing I'm going to miss the most.

A hot bath.

"Levi…" Eren's damp, heavy head rests back against my shoulder.

"Hm." I'm too tired and relaxed to acknowledge him with more than a hum, my head fallen back as well, though mine is against the bathtub which is considerably less soft than my shoulder.

"You know we can't get married out there."

"I don't care."

"Me neither."