I nodded, feeling happier than I had in a long time as I wrapped a hand around Eren's shoulders, the ignored pyjama trousers falling off the bed as I shuffled around to get comfortable. I reached a hand out of bed, plunging it into the cold apartment air to turn out the light, drowning the room in darkness, the only light emanating from the curtain-less window (I had thrown them out due to an incomprehensible number of cobwebs and tears). The moon glowed brightly as it hovered over the tops of the skyscrapers, flooding our bedroom with a soft, luminescent beam, one that fell directly onto the bed, as it was situated directly below the window.

I closed my eyes, Eren's gentle warmth keeping me comfortable as I slowly drifted into sleep, holding him close as my dreams claimed me. I felt like the luckiest guy on the goddamn planet.

I woke late, groaning groggily as I sat up and rubbed my eyes, registering the time to be 10.32am. I felt a bolt of horror shoot through me for a second, before I remembered that I didn't have to be at work anymore. I was a free man! But I was also unemployed, and would soon run out of money and die... But depression was shoved aside as a delicious, tormenting smell began to seep under the door, which had been pushed closed. Eren had already roused himself, and I assumed he was cooking. I was right.

I yawned as I wandered curiously into the kitchen, my eyes lighting up like a small child's as I saw Eren, still only wearing his boxers, but with the addition of an apron fastened casually over the top. It was sexy as hell, but I found my gaze drawn to his hands, where a frying pan and spatula were held as he skilfully tossed a golden pancake high in the air, and caught it again after it had flipped.

"This is a pleasant surprise!" I exclaimed, hurrying over to him and hugging him from behind.

"Don't do that!" Eren screeched, whacking me over the head with the spatula. "I might accidentally drop the pancake! You'd rather eat it that clean it up, I'm sure."

"Oh yeah," I agreed, licking my lips as my stomach rumbled loudly. "When's it ready, by the way?"

"Sit down," Eren giggled, gesturing to the kitchen table, where two plates, glasses of milk, and knives and forks had already been laid out opposite each other. "It's ready now. Do you have any syrup?"

"There should be some in the cupboard to the left of the sink," I instructed, taking my seat as I hungrily watched Eren slide the pancakes onto my plate, having already cooked a stack for himself.

Eren turned off the gas stove and deposited the spatula and frying pan into the water filled sink, creating a satisfying hissing sound as the metal made contact with the surface of the liquid. He then squatted down - apron nicely riding up his ass and giving me a view that was almost more delicious than my breakfast - and retrieved an unopened bottle of golden syrup from the aforementioned cupboard.

I clapped my hands together and chuckled as he walked towards the kitchen, throwing the apron aside and casually slipping one of my hooded jumpers around his shoulders before he sat down opposite me and greedily began to drown his pancakes in syrup.

"Easy on the sugar!" I chuckled, wrestling the bottle out of his hands and trailing a small trickle on top of my own breakfast. "You'll get hyped up again, and this apartment just isn't strong enough to contain you."

Eren snorted indignantly as he popped a gigantic slice of pancake into his mouth, eyes glazing over with enjoyment as he chewed and swallowed, diving in for seconds. I cut the corner off my own food and started to eat, quite decently impressed by the quality of Eren's cooking. It was certainly better than anything I had ever produced.

We ate in silence, both of us far too hungry to spare the slightest thought to conversation. However, cleaning up afterwards was a totally different situation. I pulled off my shirt to avoid it getting wet, then I dumped a large handful of frothy washing up liquid onto Eren's head. By means of revenge, he messily arranged a bubble beard upon my exceedingly indignant face, and that slowly brought us into a full on war. The dishes lay forgotton at the bottom of the sink as we hurled handfuls of crystal coloured bubbles across the kitchen, soaking the tiled floors, and each other, within a matter of minutes. By the time we both collapsed in exhaustion, covered in bubbles and panting hard, against the bathroom door, we already knew what we were about to do.

I wrestled the apron over Eren's head and threw it onto the sopping kitchen floor, grasping his wrist and dragging him behind me into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stripped down to my boxers, feeling slightly more self-conscious that I had originally anticipated. What would Eren say at seeing me naked? Did I even have the courage to go through with it?

As it turns out: hell yes, I did.

We kicked our underpants off and onto the floor, leaping into the hot shower and awkwardly banging heads in the confined area. The glass door quickly misted over, concealing us from the rest of the house, and making us feel like we were living in our own little universe. A universe where there was nothing except scalding hot water, steam, soap, and unbearably arousing sensations, like Eren's muscled thigh casually brushing against mine as he shifted his stance.

He leaned across me to adjust the temperature of the water, rubbing his crotch against my abdomen in doing so.

Shit. What a horribly embarrassing time to get a boner.

I tried my best to conceal my reaction, turning away to replace my shampoo on the shower rack. Although this plan failed dismally when Eren caught on to the situation, and sneakily squeezed my butt from behind.

"You little devil!" I gasped, tremors of arousal shooting through my dripping body.

Eren chuckled, spinning me around to face him before he pushed me against the damp shower wall, forcibly ramming his tongue down my throat. I cried out in surprise, before quickly adjusting to and melting into the rough kiss, tugging at Eren's hair as his tongue tickled the roof of my mouth. I wrapped my leg around the back of his, pulling him closer into me to deepen the effect of my tongue against his, the both of us mewling quietly as the friction gradually became too much. We broke apart, barely able to breathe, as the shower cascaded warm water down upon us. I gazed longingly at Eren, noticing every little detail: how the pearly droplets clung to his torso, shimmering stunningly and drawing my eyes into every little beautiful crevice of his body.

"You're getting better at that," Eren growled, stepping away from me so that I could prise my heated skin away from the cool, tiled wall.

My heart was still thumping away within my bare chest, and my arousal wasn't going to settle down anytime soon. So I decided to please Eren even more by slamming him against the wall instead, ramming my knee between his legs and sucking on his bottom lip, revelling in the drawn-out moan that escaped him. We both gasped for air before recommencing the kiss, this time fighting for dominance, although I quickly lost control. Eren flipped us around and shoved me against the glass doors, reaching behind me and flicking the shower off as the door opened and we tumbled out onto the floor. The rug softened our landing as Eren knelt on top of my chest, kissing me into a heavenly oblivion.

The sun had risen during the time we had spent in the shower, and a soft morning glow captured us in a spotlight as we lay on the bathroom floor, feeling as natural as could be. Eren's sodden hair dripped onto my chest when he raised his head for breath, and he quickly lowered it again and licked the shimmering drops off my skin, his hot tongue lingering between the open mouthed kisses, and causing my entire body to light on fire.

"Your face is really flushed," Eren breathed, caressing my neck as he whispered in my ear, rendering me incapable of speech. "I haven't seen you like this before now. What changed, Levi? It feels like your instinct is taking over completely."

I groaned madly in the back of my throat, overpowering feelings controlling my reactions, yet they were sensations that infuriated and confused me, although I could tell that Eren felt a similar way. I wrapped my hands around his back, clutching at his toned shoulders and smirking slightly as he bit his lip and blushed.

My hands moved over his back, eventually coming to rest amid his brown locks, where I made to pull him down into a chaste, inviting kiss. But fuck my luck; the doorbell rang, and an anxious voice reverberated through the apartment, making me feel like I could tear my own head off.

"Eren! Levi! Answer the damn door, I have news!"

Eren rolled off me, crouching cutely on the carpet and gazing with interest in the direction of the front door. God damn you Mikasa, I thought I was in for some there...

I held a finger to my lips, instructing Eren to keep quiet as I too moved into a kneeling position. However Mikasa continued to yell, steadily growing in volume until her cried echoed painfully around my head.

"Get out here! I know you're in there, and whatever the hell you're doing, it can wait until later!"

Oh really? How about you reconsider that statement after you've put yourself in my shoes. Or more like my heavily aroused lower regions.

"Eren! I swear I will break down this door! You have to come, Armin's here!"

"Armin?!" Eren exclaimed, jumping as I slapped him on the ass for breaking our silence. "Hang on a sec!"

He seized my hand and dragged me from the bathroom and into the bedroom, retrieving two pairs of boxers from the drawers before hurriedly stepping into a loose pair of cotton trousers and wrapping a hooded sweatshirt around his shoulders. He hurried to the door, grabbing the key from the coffee table as I rushed to dress myself into similar attire, sprinting after him just in time to open the door.

Mikasa's glowering face burst into the room without permission, dragging with her a nervous looking teenager. I guessed he was around Eren's age, maybe a little younger.

"Armin!" Eren choked, hurrying into an embrace with the boy, happy tears clinging to both their eyelashes.

The kid had a striking crop of blonde hair that fell just below his ears, a buff fringe stopping just short of crystal blue eyes and a pale, round face.

"Umm," I muttered, edging closer to Mikasa as the two teens laughed happily at each other. "I don't mean to be disparaging, but who the hell is this kid?"

"Armin Arlert, our orphanage roommate," Mikasa replied curtly, closing the front door as the four of us advanced into the apartment. "I ran into him in town today and he asked to see Eren. So I brought him here."

God damn you kid. You owe me some sex.