A/N: Ahhhh I want to start off by thanking all of you fuckers. Yes, fuckers - deal with it, it's said as a term of endearment I assure you. You wonderful scrummy people, all of you, thank you for liking my story, for leaving amazing comments and just about making my god damn week. (Apologises for swearing. I have a potty mouth - much like Levi has upon discovering his local store has sold out of his favourite cleaning supplies.)

A special thank you to - Olivier_Armstrong_iz_bae for this golden comment: 'The stick in his ass is so far up I'm surprised Eren doesn't smell wood from Levi's breathe.' I hope you do not mind but I stole this and used it in this chapter, it was too good not to use.

Chapter 10

Eren marched to the elevator angrily jabbing the button when he reached it. Now what? He needed to find somewhere to go, somewhere he could stay for the night. After a moment's thought, he knew exactly who to call - pulling out his phone as he took the lift down - he dialled Marco's number.

He asked if it was okay to stay the night, Marco said it was fine and Eren was grateful that he did not question why Eren needed somewhere to crash.

Marco lived in an area of town that was mainly student accommodation. Landlords rented houses that had been split into flats, at a cheap cost, per student - some had six students per house, so the landlords made serious cash. Student housing was always a bit risque, not only were you in a neighbourhood surrounded by other students, meaning parties, noise and mess, you had the most basic furniture supplied and crap accommodation. Landlords did not want to decorate or furnish with more expensive things if the students ended up getting drunk and defiling it. More often than not, the heating was old, boilers would break and showers were rubbish.

It was just the student way of life, most did not care, they studied, they partied, they put up with it, it was all part of the experience.

Eren had lived in student halls of residence (on campus) the first year, then the following year he moved in with some friends he met in his halls - that was a nightmare, hence why he decided to rent privately and avoid student accommodation for his final year.

Eren chose to walk to Marco's, stopping at a convenience store on the way to pick up some beers as a thank you. Marco was pleased to see him and they soon settled in for some gaming.

After a few hours of playing, Marco's boyfriend and Eren's friend joined them. Eren had not liked Jean initially, he was cocky, arrogant and frankly, he had a toxic attitude. Turns out Jean was confused about his sexuality, trying to act like an alpha male, then having some epiphany and deciding to bone Marco instead. Now he's alright, still annoying on occasion, but no longer a grade A douche.

As the day progressed they hung out, ate, drank, played video games, and bitched about life.

Eren soon found himself complaining about Levi, "I swear he has a stick shoved so far up his arse, I'm surprised I cannot smell wood on his breath!" Eren exclaimed as he handed the controller to Jean for him to take a turn on the game.

Jean snorted, "That bad huh?"

"Worse," Eren dramatically announced reaching for a handful of popcorn.

After a lull in conversation due to Jean concentrating on trying to beat Marco, Jean reasons, "This is how I see it. It can go one of either two ways, you either punch your roommate or you end up fucking him."

"Jean!" Eren cried out surprised that Jean would be so direct, "Anyway, I'm not sure he's even gay." Eren's brows furrowed together, there had been moments he thought maybe Levi was attracted to him, but that could be Levi fucking with him - just using it as part of whatever game he was playing.

This caused Jean to let out a derisive snort, his eyes still fixed on the screen and not on Eren, "I was as straight as they come when I first arrived at uni. I think I even went out of my way to be extra straight - whatever the fuck that is. You know, being macho and arrogant, no homo shit, trying to assert my dominance. I was fucking scared and I did not know who I was."

He paused the game and turned to face Eren, "But you know what, there is this amazing thing called bisexuality, and once I realised I was bisexual, I found peace. I stopped being a jerk. I no longer deny how I feel. Gender is not important the person is. I was drawn to Marco, and initially, that confused the fuck out of me, but you've just got to trust your gut. What does your gut say about this Levi dude?"

"I dunno. I think my cock is controlling most of my emotions, not giving my gut a chance." He joked though it was the truth.

Jean laughed pushing Eren's shoulder, "Then go with your cock, my friend. He'll either turn you down or turn you on." He unpaused the game and carried on playing like he had not just given Eren the best bit of advice so far regarding Levi.

Maybe Levi was bisexual - Eren hoped. He himself was gay, he did not find women attractive, not sexually at least, he could appreciate how pretty they looked, but give him a firm flat chest any day. Jean was spot on though about bisexuality, it was not some curse word, it was perfectly normal (god Eren detested the word normal) to like both genders. He was oddly proud of Jean for going through that, for not hiding his true self and thankfully not continuing being a dick of all dicks.

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What a fucking shit day today had been! Perhaps not the morning, as the brat was in bed until gone midday, however, the moment he surfaced from his pit, Levi's day took a nosedive.

Eren had walked into the living area all dozy, (and dare he think it, Eren looked cute) in nothing but his boxer briefs and a plain t-shirt covering him. Levi felt like a perv just looking at him.

Next, he had spilt the milk and failed to clean it up, sitting down beside Levi (too close for his liking) and proceeded to make loud eating noises. Then Eren had the audacity to slurp his milk and leave the empty bowl on the coffee table. By this point, Levi was on the verge of gouging Eren's eyes out with his dirty cereal spoon.

After a swift kick to the side, he managed to get Eren to leave, or at least go get dressed. Those damn thighs were too distracting, how the hell was he supposed to get any work done?!

Yet Levi's suffering was not over, oh no, the fucker had to return in jeans and a plain white slim fitted t-shirt. A combination for some unbeknown reason to Levi drove him wild.

It was like being hit by a truck. In his entire life, he had never desired anyone as much as he wants Eren.

For most of his life he had been content to not be in a relationship, he never felt strong sexual attraction to others, or the attraction was at such a low level it could easily be ignored. On the occasions that he had been in a relationship, he had felt a connection with them first.

Hanji had informed him he might be a grey-A, that his sexuality fell somewhere on the 'spectrum of sexuality', between asexuality and sexuality.

Levi told Hanji he did not care if it made him a fucking unicorn that farted rainbows, he was what he was and did not see any sense in labelling it, or himself.

Hanji was most likely right, but Levi would not give them the satisfaction. He had been intimate before but only after knowing the person well, having a connection with them and to make love as it were. That was until Eren came into his life. He started experiencing random and sudden urges to just take him. Shove him against things and kiss him. He had even had a dream about fucking Eren on the kitchen Island. In the kitchen! How unhygienic- yet the desire to do so was strong.

Eren with his stupid enthralling bright eyes and that slow heart-stopping smile of his. Eren with his perfect teeth and breathtaking laugh. Bollocks! Levi had it bad – everything the bastard did either made him want to stab him or, fuck him. There was no in between.

The fact that Eren had the gall to strut out in jeans that looked like they were made for him, teamed with a slim fitted t-shirt was maddening. Slouching on the sofa without a care in the world, with his legs spread wide and head tilted back exposing his neck.

Levi wanted to crawl into his lap, bite, suck and nibble that damn collarbone. It was a new sensation. One that made him feel out of control, having never encountered attraction, lust or whatever you call it to that extreme with anyone before, he panicked and told Eren to fuck off.

Which he did - Eren left. Levi's brain unhelpfully reminded him that he drove Eren away with the way he treated him. Now Eren was on his way to some bar or making a booty call to a uni friend for a hookup. Levi had no doubt in his mind that Eren would not have any trouble getting laid.

Wonderful, now he was angry and filled with jealousy. The urge to strangle someone - anyone, was strong. The thought that someone else would get to...to...it did not bare thinking about. He made a conscious effort to unclench his fists and force himself to try and complete his work.

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Eren had had the worst nights sleep ever. For starters, the sofa was only a two seater so he did not really fit on it. It was old and smelly, and most of all uncomfortable.

Even if he had managed to get comfortable, he could not sleep due to the sex noises coming from Marco's room. He could have gone his entire life without hearing Jean cry out, 'Yeah, ride this horse, yee-hah!' Everyone had nicknamed Jean horse face or horse. The mental image of Marco riding jeans cock as Jean made cowboy noises was one he could have lived without.

Marco woke before Jean and when he entered the living room, he at least had the decency to looked abashed. Eren thanked Marco, choosing to leave early, thinking of nothing but his sublime bed.

Turning the key in the lock, Eren pushed the front door open, and there he was - Levi, in the same spot as always. Eren wondered if he had even left. Of course, he had, he would have done his morning workout and he had changed clothes, he was a stickler for routine.

Eren dragged his eyes away from the back of Levi's head and went to the kitchen flicking the switch on the kettle. Once that was done, he made himself comfortable on the sofa. Reclining backwards, shuffling down a bit to get comfy - resting his head against the back, as he closed his eyes.

Levi eyed him, he was having a sense of Deja Vu. Eren in those godforsaken jeans and white t-shirt, legs spread, arms loosely down by his sides, his head tilted back causing his Adam's apple, neck and a slither of collarbone to be exposed. Thankfully, Eren had shut his eyes, otherwise, he may have caught Levi staring, transfixed by the slight rise and fall of his chest and the way his collarbone was begging to be licked.

Giving him a once over, Levi concluded that Eren looked tired. He held in a growl, Eren was probably tired from staying up having sex all night.

The sound of the kettle clicking off indicating that the water had boiled, caused Eren to open his eyes and for Levi to drop his gaze to his laptop screen.

Eren stood and proceeded to make himself a cup of tea, he stretched and groaned, "Fuck, my back hurts," he murmured to no one in particular. It was that effin' sofa, he was too tall for it, he would have had a better nights sleep trying to sleep on a bed of nails.

Levi clenched his jaw shut, what was the brat trying to do? Making a point of telling him his back hurt, so Levi knew exactly what he had been up to the night before. Rampant sex sessions keeping Eren up and causing back pain, it was obvious what Eren had been doing and clear that he was subtly trying to rub it in.

Eren took his tea to his room, fuck his classes - he was going to drink his tea and then pass out for a few hours, catching up on his missed sleep.

A small part of Levi wanted to make as much noise as possible so Eren found it impossible to sleep, but he acknowledged that that was petty of him.

By the time Eren resurfaced it was around three o'clock in the afternoon. He had not bothered to change out of his jeans and t-shirt, Levi wished he would.

Eren yawned as he rinsed out the tea cup from earlier.

"Hey shithead," Levi called.

Eren rolled his eyes and turned slowly to face Levi, "What?" he gritted out, annoyed by the fact that Levi could not just call him by his name.

"A group of my friends are coming over later, just to warn you," Levi informed Eren.

"And?" Eren questioned bluntly, "Are you saying I have to stay in my room like some child again!"

Levi's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Did I say that?" he snapped, "No, I fucking did not. You're welcome to join us, I was merely being polite and giving you a pre-warning about the incoming noise, just in case you were planning on studying."

Eren gave a short dry laugh, "You being courteous, well fuck me miracles do happen."

"I think you've had enough fucking for now," Levi mumbled but Eren could not make it out.

"Thanks for telling me, I may join you, I may not. I'll see how I feel later." Eren returned, a little less aggressive than before.

Eren had returned to his room, spending his time going over the slides of the lectures he had missed, the professor had e-mailed him a copy of the powerpoint slides they had used.

He could hear the guests start to arrive, music had been put on at a reasonable volume and Levi had showered and changed. The party had started.

The chatter was indecipherable and random bursts of laughter would flow through the walls. Eren had finished his studying and was starting to feel hungry. The food was in the kitchen and going to the kitchen meant seeing Levi and his friends.

Although, it would be interesting to meet some of his friends and see how they clicked. So far he had met Erwin and Petra, fuck, what if Petra was out there? Eren scrubbed his face with his hands, telling himself to pull it together.

Building up the courage he finally managed to leave his room. The living room was quite full, a few people watched him carefully, before returning to their conversations. All pretending to act natural, when they were all dying to discover more about the mystery roommate.

Eren squeezed past Erwin and a lady whom Eren decided was his girlfriend, he nodded at Erwin in greeting, moving towards the kitchen. When he reached the kitchen he halted, the sight before him made him hesitate in his actions. Levi was plating up food with Petra, she was standing close enough that their arms kept brushing against each other.

Levi tilted his head upwards, and their eyes met, Eren quickly looked away, opting to watch Petra's hands as she folded napkins.

"Eren," Petra cheerfully called, "How lovely to see you again."

Eren glanced up at her, offering a small hollow smile, "Likewise,"

Levi's low voice drew Eren's attention to him once more, "There is plenty of food, don't bother making yourself something, just eat the party food."

Apparently, without realising it Eren had shifted his attention from Levi's eyes to his mouth. Recognising that he had been staring at Levi's lips, he ducked his head and mumbled his thanks.

Levi looked good. He was wearing slim fit black jeans, a dark checkered shirt, (with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow and the top two buttons were undone) and a black waistcoat over the top of the shirt done up.

Eren wanted to tell him he looked good but conceded that it would probably sound strange coming from him. He smelt good too, he got a whiff of his aftershave as he walked by, carrying trays of food and placing them on the dining table.

Eren never had Levi pegged as the hostess type, but he seemed to be making the effort.

Not wanting to be stuck with Petra alone, Eren grabbed a plate, helping himself to some food, before finding an empty spot on the corner sofa.

A couple of women were sat next to him, both talking quietly, one a small blond and the other a tall woman with black hair.

Erwin and his girlfriend were talking with someone named Mike because Erwin spoke loudly and would call Mike by his name as they debated about something.

"Ah but Mike, you have not considered..." Eren tuned him out. Too many people to remember the names of. From what he gathered from Levi, his main friends were Erwin and Hanji. Hanji was of course away travelling. All these other people were friends, but not close friends.

Halfway through his plate of food, Eren surveyed the room only to regret it instantly. Off to one side, slightly separated from the others were Levi and Petra. She was giggling at something Levi had whispered into her ear, one hand curled around her tiny waist, the other on the wall above her head, supporting his weight as he leant toward her somewhat.

He was no longer hungry. He stretched forwards and placed his half empty plate on the coffee table, doing his best, but failing to not watch what the pair were doing.

To his horror, he watched as Petra plucked the fruit out of her cocktail and moves to feed it to Levi. Who, to Eren's astonishment accepts it, allowing her to do so. Levi would never eat food straight from someone else's hand because he did not know how clean the other person's hands were.

Eren stared slack-jawed at the whole affair, he was inwardly fuming at the fakeness of it all, still, he could not help but feel jealous. He wanted to be the one to hand feed Levi and have Levi whisper in his ear.

One of the two women sat next to him started talking to him. She introduced herself as Ymir. Eren politely shook her hand and explained that he was the temporary housemate using Hanji's room.

Throughout their entire conversation- as Ymir was now talking about Hanji and their adventures - Eren kept sneaking glances at Levi and Petra. They had relocated to the sofa, the opposite end to Eren and Ymir, the blond was not present as she had excused herself to use the bathroom.

Levi sat the furthest away, one arm leaning on the armrest, the other slung across the back of the sofa, effectively having his arm around Petra without touching her. Petra was by Levi's side, too close for mere friends.

Petra was prattling on about something, Levi looked up and in that moment his eyes locked with Eren's. Eren shook his head, and stood abruptly, apologising to Ymir for his behaviour. Claiming he needed a drink and hurried away.

The truth was that he could not stomach seeing Petra and Levi so intimate. He knew it was ridiculous because he and Levi were not friends, lovers or even civil to one another most days. Yet, Eren found it sickening watching them flirt and interact.

Feeling out of sorts, Eren snuck out of the apartment and headed for the roof. They were in the penthouse suite, so he did not have far to go, he really needed some fresh air to clear his head. Once on the roof, he moved to stand away from the access door.

He had no idea how long he had been up there, the sound of voices, caused him to retreat to somewhere more secluded. He did not want to be seen by Levi and Petra, especially when it would be obvious to Levi that something was bothering Eren.

It was Ymir and her girlfriend, they were talking clearly but in low voices, however, the still night air carried their voices over to Eren as clear as day.

"It's not like him," the small blond said. Eren assumed it was her that had spoken, as he did not recognise the voice, he knew what Ymir sounded like after their brief conversation.

"You're right. Levi is acting out of character." Ymir agreed.

"Why though? It's not like he showed any signs of being interested in Petra before." Eren's adrenaline was pumping, they were discussing Petra and Levi, and apparently, Levi was acting bizarre.

"If I did not know any better, I'd say Levi was trying to make someone jealous, but this is Levi we're talking about," Ymir announced, clearly perplexed by the whole situation.

"You think he's purposely flirting with Petra in order to make someone in that room jealous!" The smaller of the two exclaimed surprised.

"Yeah," Ymir insisted confidently, "In all the years we have known Levi and Petra, never has Levi really encouraged her. He abhors her giggling and fawning, suddenly he's lapping it up."

"Hmmm true, but who is he trying to make jealous? Levi has no interest in any of us."

"I know, but it was not just 'us' in that room, his new roommate was there too. Did you not notice how his flirting turned up a notch when Eren entered the room?" Ymir asked.

Eren's heart was in his throat and his head was swirling from this new information.

"No, I did not,"

"Come on, Krista, let's go back downstairs it's too cold up here," Ymir complained.

Eren waited until he heard their retreating footsteps and then the roof door closing.

"Fuuuuuck!" he cussed out loud.

Here he was sulking on the roof because Levi was flirting with Petra, when all along - if Ymir is to be believed - Levi was only doing it to make him jealous, and boy did it work!

Shit, fuck, bollocks - what did this mean? What crazy messed up game was Levi playing? He clearly spent most of his time trying to alienate Eren, to distance himself from him and even push him away.

Crap! Was that not what Hanji predicted he would do? Hanji had said that Levi allowing Eren to become his roommate was a big deal and they made Eren promise not to let Levi push him away. Double fuck! Eren was a fool.

He began pacing, what if Levi believed that Eren himself had gotten laid last night? Maybe, that misconception had lead to Levi getting jealous, and in retaliation, he set out to flirt with Petra and make Eren jealous.

He was far too sober for this shit. Feeling less angry and no longer jealous Eren headed back to the apartment.