AN: Sorry for the late update guys. I know it's been like 3 weeks, but I was out of country on vacation. I went to Paris and it was so cool! I finally got to see the places I described in this story in person. Anyway, to make up for the lateness, here is some smex ;)
Also, I changed the cover art because I really love this new picture and I think it goes well with the story's art theme.
"What the fuck Levi?! Why the hell are you handcuffing me?!"
"To restrain you. Why the fuck else?" Levi said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Look Levi, if you're trying to seduce me into dominance submission stuff, please don't. As irresistibly hot as you are, I'm not in the right state of mind for this." Eren pleaded.
"You'll never be in the right state of mind for this if you keep thinking about that girl of yours."
Eren's eyes widened considerably. "H-how do you know about her?"
"I'm perceptive. And you're just incredibly easy to read. You have an ex, she was your first love that you can't get over, and being with me feels wrong."
Eren looked down in annoyance. Screw Levi for always being so smart and so right.
When Eren didn't say anything, Levi lifted his chin with a finger and glared into those stormy Caribbean eyes.
"Well tonight, I'm going to make you forget her, whether you like it or not. Tonight, it's just you and me. And I'm the boss." Levi said, and Eren found himself wondering how it was possible for someone to sound so seductive and authoritative all at once.
Eren began panting slightly when Levi pushed his shirt up his torso and ran his fingers around Eren's nipples. And then Levi straddled Eren and began rubbing ever so slightly against his crotch, causing whatever was left of the boy's self control to magically disappear. Eren moaned and bucked his hips, wanting more of Levi, more of anything that would relieve his desire.
Levi chuckled, his voice low, and if sex was a sound, that laugh would be it. "Look at you," he drawled. "You try to tell me no, but all I have to do is touch you and you become a mess. You really are a horny brat aren't you?"
"Yes… I am." Eren breathed. He tried to reach up and pull Levi in for a kiss, but the handcuffs clanked loudly and Eren remembered that he couldn't move his arms.
Eren glared and a passionate anger flashed through his eyes. "Let me out of these stupid handcuffs! They're ruining everything." he yelled at Levi.
Levi smiled at this, pleased that his furiously determined brat was back. He'd never expected Eren to fall into submission without a fight, and this was where the fun part came in.
Levi shook his head in mock disappointment before speaking. "Eren, I expect more from you. Are you really disobeying guidelines your teacher, your art master has set down for you?"
Eren was still adamant. "The guidelines you give me as a teacher are different. This is our sex life, and I want to touch you! You aren't my master here, so take off these handcuffs!"
Levi leaned down so his face was inches apart from Eren's. "Tonight, I am your master. And you will listen to me. Because I am going to fuck you senseless. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't remember anything but my name."
The intensity with which Levi said this was apparently enough to crumble Eren's resolve, because the boy let out a moan and wrapped his legs around the man's back, pulling him down close enough to seize his lips in a very open-mouthed kiss.
When they broke apart, Eren's eyes were blazing. "Okay master, make me yours for the night." he sneered, and the snark in his tone was very evident. Levi realized with a smirk that Eren was going to be submissive, but he would definitely bite back. Because if there was one thing Eren Jaeger always did, it was fight. And Levi decided this would just make things more interesting, because what fun was dominating someone that was an easy pushover? It was far better to conquer someone feisty, someone that would present a challenge. And tonight, that someone was Eren.
With that, Levi began gyrating his hips and making quite a show of it, letting the dancer within him come out and present itself on Eren's lap. Low moans escaped from Eren's red lips and he began rolling his hips with Levi's.
"Stop that. I did not give you permission to move." Levi snapped. Eren growled and jerked Levi off his body roughly, but he followed his orders and stopped moving his hips.
Levi, who had fallen to the edge of the bed when Eren flung him off, now approached Eren and grabbed his tousled hair.
"I'll let that slide, but if you rebel like this again, I may just have to punish you." Levi whispered threateningly. After a moment of pause, Eren finally nodded and Levi knew he had won the battle for dominance.
"Now, I want you to take this cravat off my neck. It's starting to bother me."
At first, Eren was baffled as to how he was expected to do this without hands, but then he grinned mischievously when he realized exactly what Levi had in mind. Eren bit down on the corner of the cravat and used his teeth to slowly, tantalizingly pull it off. He kept his eyes locked with Levi's the whole time, giving the man a fiery glare. Levi's face still held its usual, disinterested look, but his eyes glinted with a predatory lust that sent shivers down Eren's spine.
Once Eren had gotten the cravat out of his mouth, he looked back to Levi, awaiting the man's next orders.
"Tell me what you want." Levi stated.
Without a moment's hesitance, Eren replied. "I want to taste you."
"And how exactly do you plan to do that, given the position your body is restricted to?"
Eren's cheeks flushed as he realized what Levi was implying. But he quickly regained his confidence and leveled the man above him with a stare. "If I am to taste you, I guess you'll have to straddle my head and thrust into my mouth." Eren said coolly, enjoying the groan that Levi let out in response to the image Eren had created.
Levi wasted no time and got right to doing what Eren just described. He started at an even pace, and sighed as he thrust into those beautiful, plump lips, letting waves of pleasure overcome him. Eren hollowed his cheeks and watched, amused, as Levi's face contorted from the immense bliss.
Levi was struggling to resist the urge to shamelessly face-fuck Eren into oblivion, so he withdrew suddenly and Eren found himself gasping for breath after the assault.
Levi then pulled off Eren's pants and boxers in one go, revealing Eren's erection. Then Levi got off the bed and stood to the side of the room, picking at his nails with disinterest.
"Why did you just get up? What happened to fucking me senseless?!" Eren yelled, painfully hard and incredibly frustrated.
Levi looked at him in feigned surprise. "Oh, you want me to fuck you?" Levi stalked to the bed and loomed over the chained and furious Eren.
"Well, if you want me, then show it. Prove it. Beg for it." Levi said, his voice husky with want.
Eren fumed. He was not one to beg for anything. Eren stood tall and proud, and he never followed orders that made him feel beneath someone else. But maybe that was the point. Maybe Levi was the only person in Eren's life great enough for him to submit to. Maybe Levi was the only person with enough stature to get Eren to swallow his pride.
So Eren looked into Levi's eyes, but this time, he did not glare. His eyes held only respect for the man above him.
"Levi, I want you. I want you to fuck me. Make me double over with pain and pleasure. I don't care, just do it. Please, master."
Levi nodded approvingly and, after brief preparation, positioned himself at Eren's entrance. He thrust in once, slowly, but everything after that was anything but slow. Levi moved rapidly, wildly even, overcome by raging desire and a need to ravish the hell out of the boy below him.
Eren's screams and shouts rang into the air as his body writhed with what was initially pain, but quickly became pleasure. Levi was merciless, pushing into him relentlessly.
Eren wanted more than anything to hold onto Levi, but he made do with moving his body to meet Levi's thrusts. Levi leaned down and pressed his mouth to Eren's in a kiss that was hot, wet, and messy, like everything else that had to do with their relationship.
"You like that?" Levi whispered. "You like what I'm doing to you? You like that I'm the only one that can make you feel this good?"
"Yes, I do." Eren cried out sharply as Levi bit into his collarbone. Who was Mikasa again? He couldn't seem to remember. He could only remember "Levi", the name of the person that was fucking him to heaven.
Both of them were panting heavily now, reaching their breaking points. Levi tugged sharply on Eren's swollen member and Eren felt himself hit release. Eren could tell Levi had released as well, because the thrusts were now slowing and he felt warmth pooling inside him.
After catching his breath, Levi stood up and unlocked Eren's handcuffs, finally setting him free.
"I'm done being your master for the night. Now I'm just Levi, and you're just Eren."
Eren regarded the man in silence, processing everything that had just happened.
"Thanks… for that. I needed it." Eren said after a while.
There was a faint glimmer of a smile on Levi's face. "You're welcome."
Armin had his face in an MCAT book, trying desperately to study for his upcoming exam. Unfortunately, his mind was distracted by a certain teal-eyed best friend and his love life, and Armin found studying to be impossible. Usually, Armin was able to push out all distractions when he really needed to study, but right now he was just so stressed and overwhelmed with his never-ending workload, and to top it all off, his best friend's life was as riveting as a fucking soap opera, the good ones, that is.
Armin was the only one who knew about Eren and Levi. Well, Jean knew that Eren had the hots for Levi when he first reached France, but Armin was the only one who knew how serious they had gotten, to the point where they had even slept together.
Now, Armin would have no objections to Eren and Levi becoming a thing, because honestly, that would be one hot couple. But Armin was also the only one who knew about Mikasa's truth. That she didn't really cheat on Eren, and it was all just one big misunderstanding, a bad situation that Mikasa got wrapped up in.
So now Eren had two potential paramours, Levi and Mikasa. And obviously Armin would be partial to rooting for Mikasa, since they were best friends and Armin knew nothing about Levi aside from the fact that he was one sexy piece of… Armin mentally slapped himself for thinking about that. In either case, Armin was confused because on the one hand, he wanted Eren and Mikasa to reconcile, but on the other hand, he felt like it would be better for Eren to move on with Levi.
And what did Armin decide to do about his mounting tensions and confusions? He hit the booze. Armin rarely drank, because when he did, all hell broke loose. But here he was, downing beers like a pro. This was Armin's first mistake of the night.
It didn't take much to get Armin drunk, and soon enough, Armin was a drunken mess. Absolutely uninhibited, his usually quiet personality replaced by a loud, boisterous talkative one. He ambled around, making unintelligible thoughts and being everything he normally wasn't. Of course, a better way to describe all of this would be: Armin Arlert was totally shitfaced.
And in this state of drunkenness, Armin somehow thought it would be a good idea to call Annie Leonhart, the girl he had quietly crushed on since freshman year of college, and invite her over to talk. This was Armin's second mistake of the night. Armin had always been infatuated with Annie. Something about her cold demeanor and the way she ignored him was just so enticing. To Armin's credit, Annie was a friend of Mikasa's, and maybe the boy thought she could help him make sense of Eren's love story.
Surprisingly, Annie actually did come over a short while later, whether out of boredom or concern for drunk Armin, he didn't know.
"So, what's up, Armin? You never call me."
"I just wanted to talk, you know, tell you about how I'm feeling. I need a friend too! I'm always lonely, only books for company. But I have to talk to people too." Armin rambled.
Annie rolled her eyes and started to get up. Listening to a drunken Armin talk was just a waste of her time. But she stopped and sat back down when she heard Armin's next words.
"It's about Eren. He's got a man now. An artist named Levi. Oh, that guy is just glorious, I'm telling you. Eren sent me a picture, and damn, he's like, like… hot, like a vampire or something."
Armin stopped talking and took a moment to think about whether he should continue talking about Levi or not. Eren had warned Armin not to tell anybody about what was going on with him and Levi.
For one, Levi had paparazzi problems, and if too many people found out about Eren and Levi's fling, it could cause unwanted attention problems, something they learned the hard way when that picture of them kissing got on the internet. Eren also didn't want to deal with the college campus finding out that he was bisexual. While it would be pretty well accepted, it was something Eren did not want to think about at the moment. And finally, if Mikasa found out about Eren and Levi, it would either break her heart beyond repair, or cause her possessive side to come out and claim Eren as her own.
All in all, telling anybody about Eren's situation was a dumb idea until Eren actually figured out his feelings and what he was going to do about them. But Armin, being drunk, was not his usual sensible self. All sense of reason and rationale was thrown out the window the minute he touched the first beer.
So Armin continued on to tell Annie everything. About how Mikasa didn't actually cheat, how Eren slept with Levi, how they could possibly fall in love, but Eren still wasn't over Mikasa. Everything. This was Armin's third mistake of the night.
Of course, Annie was apathetic as always. "Why are you telling me this? Do you really think I care?"
"Annie, I'm telling you this, because I trust you. Trussssst. You.. you say you don't care. But you do. And that's why I trust you. You'll solve this whole problem!"
And then Armin felt something stir inside of him, and he decided now was the best time. With a new sense of confidence, Armin stood up on his chair and shouted with bravado.
"Annie Leonhart. I LOVE YOU! I always have. Always always always! And you need to love me too. Because I'm Armin the Great! Like Alexander the Great… except my name is Armin. But I'm better than him, because who needs to conquer Asia when you can conquer Annie's icy heart?"
Armin began to sway at this point, and he fell off the chair and into Annie's arms. Luckily, she had anticipated his fall and stood up to catch him. With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, she plopped him down on the couch and pulled a blanket over him. But she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips when she looked at Armin, who was actually kind of adorable when he was drunk.
"No, you haven't conquered my heart yet. You're not even close. But keep trying, and you might just get there someday." Annie told him. She leaned down to press a soft and fleeting kiss to his cheek before leaving swiftly.
Armin smiled in wonder and reached a hand to touch his flushing cheek where the kiss still lingered. Maybe getting drunk wasn't such a bad idea after all.
AN: Thanks for the reviews! As always, your comments make me super happy.
Also, is it bad that I imagine Gimme More by Britney Spears playing during the smut scene? lol.
