A/N: Ask and you shall receive. XD I told you I'd put up the new chapter sometime this weekend! To answer questions about, "Why do people always walk in on them when they're about to go at it?" Well, it's very simple. See, it's ten percent plot, fifty percent character personalities, and forty percent sadism on the writers part. XD (Nuu~ Nuu dishonor on my cow. XD)

Song: Beautiful Stranger

By: F(Amber, Luna, Kyrstal)

A Forged Wedding

Modern AU, based off of the Japanese game:
"I... Don't think I heard you right. What did you just ask me, Rivaille?"
"I'm asking you to marry me for a month. How did you not hear me right?"

Rated M for sexual content, adult language, violence, mentions of child abuse
Couple: Riren (Rivaille and Eren)
Anime: Shingeki No Kyojin (Attack On Titan)

Chapter: 12
Release

In any situation, whether it was me or someone else, I would think that walking in on your great grandson while he's got his face in his husbands crotch would deter anyone. It seemed logical, and I knew I surely would die of utter embarrassment, whichever side I was on, but, oh no, not Levi's grandfather. He was totally fine with it.

"Don't mind me, boys. I forgot my water and I couldn't sleep. Keep doing what you're doing, it's not like I haven't seen it before. The internet is filled with so much that you could click a child's website and you'd get porn, and isn't that horrible. Children should worry about school, not opening porn, but what can you do? Parents don't block things an don't watch after their kids..." His rambling continued down the hall, and when the guest bedrooms door shut, I swore I could still hear him talking on.

Silence. Utter silence.

Neither of us could breathe, so it wasn't like that was even existence at the moment. The only loud sound in the room was my heart beating blood into my ears.

Levi sat up slightly, his hands slipping away from the waistband of my pants. Like me, the situation was catching up with him, and he was obviously regretting it. He had to be. Who wouldn't be? I know I would definitely regret it if it wasn't for the raging erection still present between my legs.

Yes, Levi's great grandfather walking in on us in the act of having sex was not enough to get rid of my boner. It's a shocker to me too.

Finally, breath seemed to fill my lungs, but it was cold. Breathing in caused Levi to shift, and the tension and pressure was too much for someone like me. I couldn't handle it. I sat up off of my elbows, trying to keep my distance from him, but with Levi still sitting on my hips, it wasn't possible. He shifted once more, and, when he moved, I felt the erection still straining in his pants. My heart picked up in pace after a brief moment when it stopped all together, and I swallowed rather noisily.

I felt guilt hit me, guilt and a sudden sense of nausea. What we had just done, where it could have gone had we not been interrupted, was wrong on so many levels. We broke so many rules (and a few laws, I'm sure) when it came to everything between us.

He was my boss. My boss of two years. There was a professional boundary between us, and we just fucked that up.

Then there was the "professionalism" of the contract between us. We were "acting," so unless Levi knew his great grandfather was going to walk in on us and that was all acting, we broke that rule too.

And there was just the fact that it was wrong. How? Well, I honestly can't say. I just knew it was wrong. Somehow, someway, what we did was wrong, and I knew it.

Was Levi feeling this way? I wasn't sure, and I wasn't about to stick around to find out. I bolted upright, nearly whacking my head against Levi's chin as I did so. I pushed at his shoulders, sending him back onto the couch and getting off of it myself. I left the living room, simultaneously running down the hall and trying to keep my pants up. He had taken my belt, after all.

I didn't hear him call for me, so I considered that a good thing as I went into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. It was dark, but I flipped the light switch up and turned the lights on. The first thing I saw was my reflection in the mirror.

I was red in the face, ears, and neck, and I was also a little sweaty. Despite the flush colors in my cheeks, my skin was pale. My eyes were wide, pupils dilated to the point where my natural green was almost gone. My hair was up and down and tangled in all sorts of directions, and I was sure the hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end. I looked as if I had just seen a ghost (his grandfather was close to one).

I bit my bottom lip as I looked away from my reflection and down instead. Bad idea, because I was met with my pants wide open and tented by my obvious erections.

"Shit..." I cursed and tried zipping my pants back up. Just the measly touch had my cheeks flaring up in arousal. "Shit, shit, shit..."

This shouldn't have happen. This wasn't supposed to happen. What we just did should never have happened, but the images were playing in my head so vividly. His soft lips and hands, his red cheeks, his eyes that had momentarily shown emotion, and those sweet sounds that left his lips as we rutted together like horny teenagers...

Stop that, Eren!

Think of something else. Think of something to distract myself until it goes down. Think of school, boring ass school, or maybe of disgusting vegetables and how much I hated them. Think of Jean and his horse face-

Oh fuck no. I don't need to be thinking about him now or ever, though it would do well to bring down my erection.

No matter what I thought of, whether it was disgusting or sickening, my erection was still there, and it was still burning for friction. My thighs closed together, applying the lightest amount of pressure that had me biting my lips to keep down a whimper. I knew what I needed to do to get rid of it, but at the risk of getting caught, was it really worth it? I shifted on my feet, my thighs rubbing together and giving me the smallest inkling of what was to come.

Fuck yes. It was so worth it.

I limped my way over to the toilet and pulled at my pants and underwear, bringing them down to my thighs just enough to expose my aching member. I knew that, if I got anything anywhere on any of Levi's things, he'd kill me. Death was so not worth the pleasure.

With the same focus as a man clinging onto a life jacket, I grabbed at myself and tugged. The heat was unlike any other, and the pleasure pooling together in my stomach was burning and wonderful. I nearly lost the will to continuously bite my lip. I grabbed at the collar of my disheveled shirt and bit into it, keeping myself quiet as I rubbed at my heated skin unabashedly. Fuck, it was good.

I gripped at the counter to gain balance, my legs becoming weak as my hips started jerking into my hand. My eyes blurred and fogged with obvious lust, and I knew by experience that my cheeks were fifty shades of red. I was starting to sweat, my body and the room being too hot. However, the cold contrast of the sink counter on my hand raised goose bumps on my burning skin. I shivered with delight, and the shiver went down my spine and straight to my erection.

I rubbed my thumb over the tip, pre cum smearing and making a pretty good lubricant as I continued. If I was already leaking, I sure didn't have much longer. With that in mind, I decided to entertain myself with thoughts of Levi.

His warm and soft skin, his hot breath against my neck, against my ear; his body and his erection pressed into mine, and his voice. His hot, deep, heavy voice. I could just hear those words coming from his mouth again, those curses and slurs of sentences.

Fuck...

"Fuck, just like that."

"Eren..."

I whined, my hips doing more thrusting than my hand was pumping. I was close, so very close. I was teetering on the edge of insanity, and I was just about there. A few more tugs and I'd be done.

Just as I thought that, a hand suddenly cupped over my mouth. I shrieked against it, but it was forcibly hidden by the obscuring object.

"Shush, Eren," Levi's voice was a husky whisper by my ear, making me shiver. Another hand came around my waist, holding me still as I squirmed. "You wouldn't want my grandparents to hear you, would you?" Just as he asked that, the hand that had been sitting on my waist fell to my swollen length, pushed my hand away, and began stroking it.

I moaned into the palm of his hand, my head rolling back onto his shoulder as my legs gave out from under me. The tug of his hand made me force my legs to hold me up, if not for a little longer, and then his hand continued stroking me. It was so hard to stand up, let alone do it while this torturous pleasure was going on, but it wasn't like I had a choice. His hands were too strong around me, so even if I tried to fall, he would be there to hold me up. Was this a bad thing?

I honestly couldn't think of a proper answer to that question. My eyes rolled back, my vision going black for a moment as I focused solely on his hand. His fingers ghosted over my skin, rubbed at my sensitive sack, and then his pace quickened around my shaft. His hand on my mouth pulled my head to the side and his lips attacked my neck, sucking and biting and making me tremble. I groaned, and now I was thankful for his hand. I would have woken up China with how loud I was being.

"Fuck, you're hot like this, Jaeger." He breathed into my ear. I scratched at his hand, trying to pull it away so I could protest about his choice of words and ask how he could possibly talk so fucking sexy at a time like this, but his hand was stagnant. He wasn't going to budge. "Do you like what I'm doing, Eren?"

All I could do was nod weakly and moan into his hand. It wasn't like he was giving me the ability to speak, what with his hand still covering my mouth.

"That's good," He began sucking on my neck again, to the point where I could feel the hickey forming on my neck. It just had to be below my hairline where everyone in the fucking world could see it? He pulled away, a small strand of saliva trailing out of his mouth that had me absolutely lose it. I bucked into his hand, craving more, and he smirked at my suffering. "I forgot about you being a virgin. That just means I don't have to go all out." I would have rolled my eyes had I not suddenly felt a hard something press against my thigh.

I was glad to see I was not the only one like this, but I wasn't very caring at the moment. I was so close, so, so close, and I needed my release.

In a daring act of lust, I ground my hips back against his, my hand pulling on the waistband of his pants. A groan escaped him as my length twitched in his hand.

"Fuck," He hissed. "You're just asking for it." He released my mouth as he spoke. With the fear of being caught, I bit into my hand, right where my previous scar was across the muscle of my thumb. I bit down hard, nearly breaking the skin, all a force of habit, but Levi would have none of that. He yanked my hand from my mouth, and I didn't even get the chance for my jaw to relax before his lips were on mine, his tongue quickly forcing its way into my mouth. My tongue danced with the intruder, and my whimpers and moans increased in volume. The sounds of our tongues dancing within our mouths were loud, and with a few more pumps from his hand, I was done.

I moaned into his mouth, shamelessly bucking my hips erratically as I came in his hand. My nails dug into the hand around my hips (the one previously gripping my mouth), and I couldn't even feel guilty as the high reached its peak. Levi bit down on my bottom lip, leaving enough room for a rather loud moan to slip past my parted lips as my high disintegrated, and I was left with the acute onset of exhaustion.

His arms finally let go of me entirely, and without my support system to hold me up, I dropped to the floor in a boneless heap of panting and gasping. The tiled floor was cold, a total contrast to my body heat, but felt so good and comforting at the same time; I encouraged the welcoming cold. My eyes slipped shut for a few moments, or maybe even minutes, because it felt like forever before I could form a coherent breath and thought. The first thought to enter my head was Levi.

I blearily looked up to Levi, watching as he examined my fluids on his hands. He didn't look at all upset; in fact, he looked rather sultry with the way he gazed at it. I felt as if my cheeks heated up more (I must look like a literal tomato), and that itself did well to make me feel like I could get hard again.

That was when my eyes fell to his hips. He was still hard; the proof was the tenting in his pants that I had opened up lord knows how long ago. His cheeks were actually flushed a deep shade of red, and his breathing was irregular.

This was the first time I had even seen Levi look so bent out of shape. I'd never seen him with so much emotion on his face. While it was all one emotion, just passion and lust (they were the same thing, right?), it was something excruciatingly incredible.

I wanted to see more.

Forcing myself on my knees, I crawled closer to Levi and grabbed at his pants. I yanked them apart, to which he gasped in surprise and tried to pull away, but the wall behind him kept him in my grasp.

"Eren, no-" I looked up at him, giving him the most pleading look I could. My lips were red and swollen from kissing, so they were slightly parted while I breathed. My eyes were still wide and my pupils were blown way out of proportion, so I used that to my advantage, and then there was the fact that I was just on my knees with my lips mere inches from his crotch. I wasn't one to gloat, but I thought I did pretty damn well with my expression. "Shit..." He cursed and bit into his thumb.

I considered that my okay to go.

I yanked his pants down, leaving his underwear on for pure torture. I hesitantly reached a hand out to cup over the bulge in his underwear, and I felt Levi tense under my fingers as he continued digging his teeth into his thumb. I looked up for a moment, silently asking him if it was okay to continue. When he didn't object, I began a soft stroking, and Levi cursed a few times under his breath.

"Does it hurt?" Kind of a naive question to ask, but I didn't want to hurt him, and then think I was giving him pleasure.

"N-No..." With that confirmation, I continued, starting from the hidden base and slowly making my way up to the tip. I pinched at the tip, feeling a liquid slip through his undergarments, and Levi's legs shook slightly, like they were about to give out on him. To give him a break, I stopped the gentle touches to pull his underwear away, leaving his lower half bare.

This probably wasn't the best time to feel inadequacy for my size, but I couldn't help it when I saw Levi's length. Levi's height did nothing to honor what was hidden away under his clothes.

"Wow..." It was so quiet that Levi didn't hear it, and I barely did. It was more like I just mouthed the word before going back to my previous task of stroking him.

"F-Fuck, Eren..." I shivered at how wonderful my name sounded coming off of his hot lips. I looked up at him to find his dark eyes staring down into mine, his hand covering his mouth and his cheeks a shade darker. He must have been embarrassed, because what he said did come out rather loud. I would have grinned at that knowledge if I wasn't so mesmerized by his stare.

His hand left the wall behind him and his fingers curled through my hair. He gave a light tug, and my heart gave a strange lurch within my chest. I had a feeling that I knew what he was asking for, but I didn't know if I would be any good. The only knowledge of sex that I had was from watching porn as a teenager, but I had never actually done anything close to it. My only experience was my hand, and that was it, but, if Levi wanted it, I could try.

"Eren..." If he was going to say my name like that, then fuck, I would definitely try.

I looked back to his impressive length and gingerly licked at the head. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, whether I was expecting a foul taste or bad reaction, but Levi didn't have any objections. So I did it again, and then one more time before opening my mouth wider and taking the head in. Levi's hips twitched, and I knew he was fighting not to buck them into my mouth. I pressed my hands into his thighs to hold him still as I worked my lips and tongue over the head of his now leaking cock.

"Oh... Fuck..." By the sounds of his pants and gasps, I must have been doing something right. I tried stretching my jaw more so I could take more of him in, but it was hard, leaving tears behind to blind my eyes. I wasn't used to any of this, but he was so damn tempting and seducing that I wanted to do more, if only it meant hearing his voice utter my name.

I pulled back with a gasp; it was hard to breathe with a cock shoved in my mouth, but I collected myself and tried again. Ignoring my gag reflex, I forced more of him in until I felt the tip hitting the back of my throat. More tears were in my eyes, and I distantly felt some slip down my cheeks, but when I saw Levi's head tip back and a breathless moan slipped past his lips, I'd gladly take it all again.

I hesitantly let go of his thighs and placed my hands on his waist, giving him free reign to thrust into my mouth. I knew he was trying to hold back, but I didn't care. If he wouldn't do it, then I would myself, and he knew that. So he gently thrust forward, and I continued to suck (as if I had another option). His hand left my hair in favor of resting on my shoulder, ad he squeezed hard enough to leave a bruise as I moaned around him.

"S-Shit... Eren, stop..." He uttered. Stop...? Why would I want to stop? "Damn it, I... I-I'm gonna..."

Was that why he wanted me to stop? Well, he was sadly mistaken. I forced myself to swallow around him and take him to the base, another moan leaving me. He groaned, his hand falling back into my hair and pulling me forward. His hips bucked forward harshly, making me whimper with slight pain before he released in my mouth.

There was so much of it. I tried swallowing it all, but I couldn't do it. However, his hand was unmoving, keeping me firmly on his cock as he finished his climax. When he let go, I pulled back abruptly and gasped for air, coughing here and there with his liquids slipping from my lips. It tasted bitter, and it wasn't all that pleasant, but I was more worried about breathing than the taste.

Levi dropped down to the floor with me, gasping for air with a light sheen of sweat along his fringe. His head was back against the wall, his breathing slowing down on purpose, and, with his eyes closed, he looked like he was trying to sleep, but he wasn't. He opened his eyes and lowered his head, and I shivered with the way he looked at me. He reached forward, tangled his fingers into my hair, and yanked hard to pull me to him. I couldn't even let out a sound of pain, because, within a second, his lips were on mine.

I groaned into the mouth, my senses jumbled, leaving me numb to everything but the kiss. It felt good, but there was a sense of exhaustion behind it. Levi's movements were lazy and slow, and when we pulled apart, I saw his eyes half lidded with sleep. I wasn't at all offended by it. In fact, I was all for it.

I hadn't felt this horrible sleep deprivation since I started working for Levi.

He pulled again, but, instead of kissing me, he pulled my head to fall onto his shoulder, as if he had read my mind. His hands held me close in a strong embrace, and I hadn't felt this safe before. I sighed in comfort, my hands falling against his chest and my fingers played with the buttons of his wrinkled shirt. His fingers tangled into my hair, and soft, lingering kisses were given to my forehead. I heard him sigh above me, but there was something inside that sigh that made me think that he hadn't felt this content in a very long time, just like me.

This was something we both needed.

Before we leave, I need to get something off o my chest.

In the last chapter, it was said, in actual words, that Levi was "acting" like a bottom player. Where in the hell does that entitle that he'll be one? I had someone say they won't be reading my fanfic anymore because they don't like him as a bottom player. Honestly, fine, you can stop reading, I'm not forcing you, but you shouldn't be such an ass hat to say it, not to mention that you should leave before the story is even half way finished. If you don't like it, that's fine. Don't say anything at all! I don't mind it. You could have just left it with, "Hey, great story!" And made my day, but instead you added that you wouldn't read it.

Honestly, I get it. That's like me shipping Eren and Armin. To me, I can't ship Armin as a top player, it just seems wrong. He's a bottom player to me, but I'm still open minded though, so I won't diss someone or their story for him being one. Does this mean I'll make Levi a bottom player? I don't know, I haven't finished writing the story yet! As of write now, no, he's not a bottom player, and who knows, maybe I'll make him one. It all depends on my mood when I write!

To the person who said they'd stop reading this, you've hurt my feelings. I'm sorry that you don't like the pairing that way, but you said so yourself that you liked the story. It hurts to know that you'll stop enjoying it because of one difference, it really does.

I'm sorry for the rant to everyone else, but it needed to be said. If you don't like Levi as a bottom player, if you don't like Eren as a top, if you don't like sex or violence or drug abuse or bad words, this fanfic really isn't going to be for you. Again, I never said that Levi was going to be a bottom player. I said he was acting like one. I do appreciate all of my reviewers, but I can only appreciate the ones who understand where I'm coming from and get that I have to blindly aim for them. It's a fanfic! The characters aren't real, so we have to consider how their emotions would play out to the best of our abilities in these certain situations. Unless the scenario actually happens in the manga (Dear Hajime, please *Cough cough*), we're shooting blind when writing.

I see it exactly how Armin said he saw it. Levi is older, so he may not want to take advantage. At the same time, he's older, so he knows better! It's why I wrote it out. So, I understand if you want to leave. I'm not forcing you to stay. Do I want you to stay? Yeah, I'd love you to, because it gives me feedback on what I need to improve on so I can become a better writer. I want to get my own stories published someday, so I need that feedback.

To all of those who have read through this rant and understand, thank you. I'm deeply grateful. I'm sorry for throwing this out there, because it makes me feel like a child complaining, but I needed to say it. Please, don't stop enjoying a fanfic for anyone because of how they write the characters sex lives. If you enjoy their writing, don't make them feel bad for how they place them out! That's not fair to me, to you, or to any other writer. We work hard on what we write, so we shouldn't be degrading ourselves for how we put two people.

Again, I'm sorry for the long rant. Please understand that I'm only trying to make a point. I hope for everyone else that they continue to enjoy my fanfic, regardless of how I write them out. If you have any questions or concerns, I'm more than happy to help out! I'm not going to shoot you down for some question or concern. I'm not at all like that.

Thank you to MavinCreep for saying it too. You comment came right after that persons comment, and I was laughing at the ironic moments of it all. ^^' I already knew about the shipping wars and all of that, so I knew something like this could happen. I wished it hadn't, but eh, that's the world. XD

-Misty