A/N: Sorry that this took a smidgen longer than usual. Easter. 'Nuff said. Thank you to all my followers, favoriters and especially my reviewers! The feedback from the last chapter was freaking awesome and you guys rock so hard we should all start a band. *coughs* lame, my bad.

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Armin walked into the restaurant he and Erwin agreed to meet at fifteen minutes late thanks to Mikasa's emotional breakdown because of her guilt over the previous day's events. From fighting with Eren in the morning to confronting Armin about Erwin and even for laying hands on Levi – although that, she admitted, she didn't necessarily feel guilty about but rather felt guilty about it having happened in Erwin's home.

Her guilt had reached fever pitch and Mikasa broke down into a mess of tears and apologies over the phone as she made her way to Eren's apartment to apologize to him as well. After listening to her rant for nearly an hour over the phone, Armin had accepted her apology and subsequently advised her on how to approach Eren, before he eventually hung up and switched off his phone under the pretense that his battery had died.

He hated lying to her but if he didn't abruptly end the call somehow, it was sure to go on for another hour. He wanted nothing more than to spend the day with Erwin; after having been invited out for lunch by the man he liked, Erwin immediately took priority on Armin's schedule and his friends would simply have to wait.

Just this once.

Pushing the mild guilt of lying to Mikasa aside, Armin approached Erwin – who sat alone at a quiet table at the back of the restaurant, a bottle of red wine and two glasses before him. He smiled to himself as he neared the older man, ignoring the nagging insecurity their age gap presented him. Since Erwin had been the one to invite Armin out, it had to mean that the man was unperturbed by their age gap…at least for now…right?

"Hi," Armin breathed as he arrived at the table. "I'm so sorry I'm late. Mikasa held me up."

"Hopefully not at gunpoint," Erwin mused.

Rolling his eyes, Armin slid into the seat across from Erwin and said, "She wouldn't even need a firearm to rob a bank. She is a weapon."

The older man laughed quietly. "Judging by that kick she gave Levi yesterday, I do not doubt a word you say."

Instead of dwell on the topic, Armin hummed as he reached a hand out towards the bottle of wine to busy himself with reading the label. Taking in the words describing medium-bodied wine as having flavors of black cherry, plum and the lingering aftertaste of chocolate - Armin scrunched his nose up as he wondered how the hell something made of grapes could possibly taste like cherry, plum and god-forbid, chocolate.

"I hope you don't mind a merlot" Erwin said, mistaking Armin's scrutiny for interest. "I wasn't sure what you might enjoy so I didn't want to get anything too light or too heavy either."

Armin shrugged, the most teen-like thing he'd done since meeting Erwin. Upon seeing the man cock a thick brow, Armin cleared his throat and quickly amended his action by saying, "I usually prefer white wine but I am more than willing to experiment with what my pallet may enjoy."

What bullshit, he thought as he smiled and waited for the older man to reply.

With a smile so warm it could melt all the glaciers in the Arctic, Erwin said, "Well I hope your pallet will take a liking to this particular wine. It's one of my favorites."

Armin watched as Erwin poured a small bit of the wine into both of their glasses, lifting it above his eye level and scrutinizing the crimson liquid as he swirled it around in the long-stemmed glass.

"See," Erwin said to Armin, "there's very little sediment in the wine. One would expect this from a wine of this age."

Humming in response, Armin mirrored Erwin's movements and allowed his keen eyes to take in the sight of the liquid as the ceiling light brightened its shade some. Tiny specs of things could be seen floating in the liquid, things Erwin had described as sediment, and since there was apparently very little of it in the wine, something that seemed to impress Erwin, Armin nodded feverishly in agreement.

The older man brought his glass to his face, closing his eyes as he allowed the aroma to invigorate his senses. Armin watched curiously as a content smile lit Erwin's face. "Spicy! Can you smell the herbal aroma?"

Armin cautiously brought his glass to his nose and inhaled deeply. He smelt nothing but red wine. He was about to inform Erwin of this when he caught sight of the man's expectant eyes on him, mouth upturned in a smile and posture anxious. Looking at Erwin like this Armin knew he couldn't admit that he smelt nothing when he knew the wine was one of the man's favorites. So instead of tell the truth and rather than outright lie, Armin simply plastered the most charming smile he could muster to his face and nodded surely.

"It's lovely."

Clearly pleased by Armin's answer, Erwin quickly brought the rim of the glass to his lips, allowing it to rest on his plump bottom lip before gently tilting the glass. Armin watched hungrily as the dark crimson fluid made its way onto Erwin's tongue, disappearing from sight as the man pinched his lips shut, allowing the liquid to slide down his esophagus. Instead of imitate, Armin simply stared as he watched the older man's throat move while swallowing. He couldn't help his mind from wandering to the thought of how his tongue would feel against Erwin's throat, noticing for the first time that the man was not as smoothly shaven as he'd initially thought – there was just the tiniest flirt of stubble on his chin and down his throat. The younger shuddered at the thought of how that stubble would feel against his skin.

"Yes," Erwin mused to himself, oblivious to Armin's gawking and inappropriate fantasizing, "perfect, as always. May I pour you a glass?"

"Please," Armin whispered heavily.

Erwin's large hand expertly encircled the base of the bottle, once again causing Armin's young, hormonal mind to wonder what those strong hands would look like grasping his hips passionately. Swallowing thickly in a poor attempt to contain his thoughts, he watched Erwin steadily pour the wine into his glass until it was filled halfway with the dark liquid, before promptly doing the same with his own glass.

Erwin raised his glass, prompting Armin to do the same. With a shaky hand and a nervous smile, Armin brought his glass towards Erwin's until the two wine-filled crystal glasses gently clanked together with a light ting.

"I'm glad to finally have you to myself," Erwin said in a soft voice.

A light blush dusted the smaller blonde's cheeks and he averted his eyes, only nodding in agreement lest his voice betray the entropic fluttering of a billion butterflies in his stomach. After spending time with Erwin yesterday he was fairly certain that the older man was interested in him, but the sincerity in the man's eyes and the warmth in his voice as he said those words confirmed Armin's hopeful suspicions.

"Me too," Armin eventually said.

Soon thereafter the waiter arrived to take their orders. Erwin ordered a mushroom-sauce steak with a side of baked potato and steamed vegetables, while Armin opted to enjoy a seafood pasta with a creamy tomato-based sauce. He made his order after Erwin had advised him that Italian cuisine complimented this particular wine flawlessly.

While waiting for their food to arrive, Erwin told Armin about his travels after the younger prompted him to share. He spoke of the traditional foods he'd had the pleasure – and sometimes the displeasure – of tasting, from simple home-made stews happily shared by the locals to the outrageous insects some cultures harvested from trees and fried to enjoy as one would enjoy crisps. He told Armin about the people he'd met, from money-obsessed businessmen who neglected their families to bring honor to their family name, to poor villagers who had absolutely nothing but the clothes on their back and who had no interest in other material possessions. And when he told Armin about the sights that had taken his breath away…oh how the blonde teen's eyes lit up as he listened to Erwin's detailed descriptions of thunderous waterfalls separating countries from one another, of gorges and canyons so deep that they seemed to lead straight into hell and of reefs in the oceans that had more color in them than the most flamboyant artist's largest easel.

Even throughout their meal, Erwin shared his life experiences with Armin. He told the younger of his days in university – how he dated Hanji in a last-ditch attempt at denying his sexuality, how he met Levi after Hanji had begged him to observe the raven after suspecting depression, and how the three of them eventually became friends thanks to Erwin's gentle and calming nature that seemed to entrance even the antisocial creature that was Levi Ackerman.

At the end of their date, if it was even that, Armin felt like he'd been through Erwin's life in a time capsule. The way the man spoke when he told stories and shared his experiences was so engaging that it felt as though he was there. By the time Erwin had walked Armin to his faded yellow Uno, the teen felt as though he'd known the man for years…and he loved it. It did nothing but reiterate the fact that Erwin was indeed the perfect man and that what Armin was seeing was not just a persona but a genuine person.

"I had a wonderful time, Armin," Erwin said as they stood beside Armin's humble vehicle.

"So did I," Armin said with a blush. The two bottles of wine the men shared had gone straight to Armin's head, and amidst his ogling Erwin's perfection, he couldn't contain the saucier thoughts of how Erwin could potentially make him feel.

"I must admit that I did have the intention of speaking to you about the relationships our best friends have found themselves in," Erwin said, "or what may be left of it after last night. But as soon as we started talking I thought that I should just leave that fool Levi to his own devices."

"I think the same about Eren," Armin said with a roll of his eyes. "But if I left him to his own devices for too long he'd plunge the world into an apocalypse."

"The same can be said for Levi," Erwin said with a sigh. His voice took a teasing tone but his eyes were serious as he continued. "Do you really think them being together is a good idea?"

Armin smiled up at Erwin, his hand bravely finding the older man's and he laced their fingers together. "Our opinions don't really matter. Those two are so deeply infatuated that I doubt even yesterday's spat could come between them."

Little did Armin know that he had hit the nail on the head, that his best friend was currently naked with Levi, relieving years of pent-up teenage sexual frustration as if the man would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"Well then I suppose it can't be helped. I am concerned about Eren but I'm sure he knows what he's doing. He has got an exceptionally intelligent and caring best friend, after all."

"Are you flirting with me, Mr Smith?" Armin asked in a sultry voice.

The man stepped closer to Armin, trapping the teen between his large body and the frame of Armin's car, his towering frame looking down at Armin with a gentle, almost awe-struck look in his bright blue eyes. The younger's breath hitched at the sudden close proximity, feeling Erwin's heat engulf him as the space between them shrunk until it was no more. The wine and the feel of Erwin so close to him made Armin's head spin, and with half-lidded eyes the teen looked up at Erwin almost expectantly, seeing the man's serene face darken as it came closer to his.

"Perhaps I am, Mr Arlert," Erwin whispered as he dipped his head closer to Armin's. Just as his lips were about to touch the younger's, he paused and sighed. "I really shouldn't kiss you on the first date."

"I wasn't informed that this was a date," Armin breathed, "so your argument is invalid."

With a smile on his lips, they met with Armin's in a sweet, chaste display of affection. The two men paused for a moment before Armin started to move, allowing his lips to swallow the feel of Erwin's plump lips as they moved against his. It was innocent by all measures until the younger male boldly sought to deepen the kiss by gliding his tongue along Erwin's swelling bottom lip.

Eager to please the younger man, Erwin parted his lips to grant Armin access, yet as soon as the younger man's tongue slid into his mouth, Erwin's appendage pounced on it as if Armin's tongue was a gazelle walking into an ambush. The kiss immediately deepened as Erwin fervently fought for the dominance he quickly claimed as he pinned Armin against the Uno. He kept the younger man in place using his body, allowing his hands to roam the planes of Armin's lithe frame.

A barely audible moan bubbled up in Armin's throat, and upon hearing it, the older man stiffened and immediately ended the kiss. He pulled back slowly, his eyes eager to meet Armin's as the younger blonde panted, a deep blush on his angelic face as his shy eyes lifted to meet Erwin's.

"I think we should stop here," Erwin breathed.

"I agree," Armin said even though every part of him was screaming to beg Erwin to invite him home so that they could fuck.

"Next time," Erwin promised, giving Armin a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for coming today, Armin."

"Thanks for inviting me. I hope I'll get a call from you soon."

The charming blonde smiled as he stepped away from Armin, mischief flashing in his angelic eyes as he said, "Soon, Armin. Soon."

Although Eren had every intention of learning more about the man who had taken his virginity in the most sensual way imaginable, giving him a holistic experience that he couldn't have conjured up even in his wildest fantasies, Eren couldn't speak. Even as he ate he was unable to cleanse his mind from the memories that assaulted it – detailed flashbacks of the night before had him blushing from embarrassment and squirming as arousal trickled through his veins once more, rendering him a blabbering mess throughout breakfast until he eventually decided to rather shut his mouth in the hopes that Levi would initiate some sort of conversation. Or better yet, engage in a monologue.

But this is Levi; that hope was ambitious at best. Instead of ease Eren's obvious discomfort, the millionaire opted to tease the teen by sending him sultry glances full of promise, licking and sucking the digits that were inside the teen but a few hours ago. Eren swallowed thickly and stared longingly as Levi teased him, unable to combat or even deny the effect the man had on him. But after Levi gave one slender digit a particularly good oral treatment with that flexible tongue Eren loved, the brunette was physically unable to contain himself any longer. He bolted to his bedroom, all but sailing up the stairs in the hopes of getting there before his body betrayed just how much of an effect the man had on him.

Eren had barely been in his room alone for a minute before Levi came sauntering in only to find the teen laying face down on the bed. With Eren's ass on display like that, one thing soon led to another and within minutes Eren was a begging mess beneath the millionaire, rutting against him like a bitch in heat and begging for his cock like a whore needing to pay rent in an hour. Once Eren was like this it was impossible for Levi to hold back, and the man answered Eren's every beck and call, touching, licking and fucking Eren in every way he knew was good to keep the insatiable teen begging and pleading and screaming his name.

"Jesus, Eren," Levi breathed as his cock slipped out of Eren's ass, a dribble of his own cum following it and holy shit that looks fucking hot. "How many times can a man cum in one fucking hour?"

Eren smirked tiredly and said, "Let's find out?"

"I think I already have!" Levi hissed as he collapsed atop Eren. "How do you still have juice in your balls, you horny brat?"

The teen laughed shakily at the unconcealed amazement in the older man's voice. While he was in no position to deny that his body was absolutely wrecked after four earth-shattering orgasms courtesy of Levi's eager hands, his hungry mouth and his experienced hips that fed Eren a magnificent cock with no restraint, he couldn't help the aching need for more. Levi in and around him was simply too consuming to let up, and despite his body's fatigue, he yearned for more like a dying drug addict cries for his last fix, injecting more and more until he dies.

And Levi honestly feared that Eren's body was being subjected to too much physical exertion to continue at this pace.

"I don't think I do," Eren admitted with a chuckle. "But I still want more…"

"I can see that," the raven whispered in horror as he felt Eren's wet erection pressing against him.

Blushing, Eren bucked his hips up to meet Levi's in a desperate quest for friction. Despite his face betraying his embarrassment, his body was unashamed in its quest for pleasure. It was insatiable, desperate to make up for the years of lusting it had been denied and the copious amounts of pleasure that could've come with it.

"Calm down, brat," Levi growled but his voice was oddly loving despite its tone. "I need a few minutes to get my shit together. I'm not sixteen anymore, I don't have a perpetual erection."

"No idea what that word means but I'm not sixteen anymore either," Eren said with a nonchalant shrug in spite of his lust-darkened eyes.

"Could've fooled me," Levi grumbled before giving Eren a quick yet sensual kiss.

The brunette chuckled against Levi's lips, moving his hips so that his erection pressed against the roughness of Levi's neatly trimmed pubic hair. His eyes rolled back at the feel of the hair grazing against his over-sensitive length, his body tensed as a sensation dangerously close to pain tore through his body at the friction. Even though he was exhausted, Eren couldn't help but want more; he was physically unable to stop his body as it moved beneath Levi's yet even if he could he had no desire to.

Levi, on the other hand, aside from his awe was actually quite pleased that the teen lusted after him so powerfully. He'd never been with anyone as young as Eren before – not since being a teen himself – and Eren's insatiable lust was foreign territory for him. He was sure that he would acclimatize to Eren's constant need for sexual satisfaction once he became used to the teen, but at the moment the man had been completely bowled for a duck with Eren's atrociously overwhelming sexual appetite. Despite how it made him feel desired and to be frank, like a 'fucking sexy beast', he, as a grown man, had to admit defeat when defeated.

"Just give me a few minutes," Levi pleaded, his own flaccid cock sensitive in all the wrong ways.

"Alright old man," Eren said before abruptly shoving Levi off the bed.

The raven growled as he hit the floor unceremoniously, a string of profanities too foul for even a sailor's ears coming from his mouth as he righted himself beside Eren's bed. Ready to repeat the profanities that would surely ensure Eren's submission and a pleading apology, Levi jumped to his feet and was about to launch into his barrage of insults when he froze. He had not expected to see this after being floored for barely five seconds.

Eren had his head thrown back and his hand fisted tightly around his cock, body tensed and toes curled as he vigorously pumped himself in a shameless quest for self-satisfaction since Levi claimed to be unable to deliver. The man could hardly believe the teen splayed across the bed, too horny to wait a few minutes to be touched by another was a virgin barely twelve hours ago as he lewdly called Levi's name in an obvious attempt to seduce the older man into action.

"Fuck, Eren," Levi eventually managed.

With a devilish smirk on his lips, Eren turned his head towards Levi and lifted his eyes to meet with the raven's grey orbs. The look of lust and astonishment in Levi's eyes seemed to spur the teen on, his arm moving impossibly faster as he desperately tried to coax yet another orgasm from within his fatigued body.

"Levi…" Eren said in a low, horny whisper. "Please…"

Without so much as a second thought, Levi had dropped to his knees and grabbed Eren with a strength no man his size could possibly possess, pulling the teen to the edge of the bed and perching himself right between Eren's legs. The teen immediately sat bolt-upright, eyes clouded with lust as they watched Levi hungrily take his throbbing length into that experienced mouth.

A long, guttural groan tore from Eren's lips as he felt the wet heat of Levi's mouth engulf him, his hands quickly finding purchase in the raven's soft locks, holding the older man in place. By now Levi was used to this sort of treatment from the young man and his anticipation served him well in preventing his gag reflex from kicking in, and none too soon he was at work on Eren's pulsating cock to give the horny brat the satisfaction that he craved.

"Eren!" a voice called in the distance. Neither man paid any mind to it, Eren too consumed by Levi's wondrous antics and Levi too dedicated to the task at hand – or rather mouth – to be distracted by some woman calling Eren's name.

Wait a minute…

"Eren! EREN!"

Just then, Eren's bedroom door swung open with the force of a military-style breach. Eren's head snapped up and Levi turned to shoot a deadly glare over his shoulders in the direction of the intruder as his hands grabbed Eren's exposed manhood protectively in a valiant effort to conceal it from the intruder's eyes. An exaggerated gasp tore through the suddenly deathly still room and it took Eren a second longer than it should have to realize exactly what he was looking at:

Mikasa Ackerman – his adopted sister, best friend and the president of the anti-Levi club – with her hands covering her mouth and unnaturally bugged eyes taking in the sight of Levi between Eren's legs, the teen's cock in hand and body bare.

And exactly a second later, all hell broke loose.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Mikasa roared as she charged towards Levi, the intent to kill clear in her eyes.

"Mikasa, wait!" Eren called, jumping up from the bed and unceremoniously throwing Levi to the floor…again.

This time, however, the raven was moderately thankful for the manhandling as his position managed to assist him in concealing what Mikasa's eyes were not supposed to see. But as he watched the girl march towards him on a quest to draw blood, Eren unthinkingly – and still quite naked himself – stepping between her and himself, his blood ran cold. How dare another person lay eyes on Eren's naked body? But before the rage, jealousy or possessiveness could even begin to rise to the forefront of his mind, Mikasa was upon him, barred from him only by Eren's body.

"You fucking pervert!" Mikasa spat out, pointing an accusing finger at Levi. "How DARE you corrupt Eren like this?"

"MIKA!" Eren screamed. He grabbed the girl's biceps in a powerful grip neither knew he had, immediately stealing the female's attention. As soon as Mikasa looked up to meet Eren's eyes, she recoiled at the sight of the hate raging within the dark, forest-green orbs. "GET. OUT."

"Eren…" she whispered. Locked in place by Eren's hands and his frightening glare, Mikasa could do nothing but stare at her brother. All the hatred she harbored for Levi and the awe at having seen what she'd just walked in on vanished as her brother's heated glare penetrated her mind, shattering her very ability to think. "Wh-What's going on?"

Eren sighed and pinched his eyes shut. He would not allow this confrontation to escalate as it did yesterday; if the two ravens started going at each other in earnest, Eren knew he would be powerless to stop the brawl. This had to end here. He couldn't stomach the stress of them potentially ripping each other's throats out every time they were so much as in each other' presence.

"Give us a minute to dress," Eren instructed Mikasa, his voice oddly calm despite the dangerous sparkle in his eyes, "and then we need to talk."

Mikasa nodded stiffly before abruptly leaving Eren's room. It wasn't often, if ever, that Eren could have Mikasa this subdued by mere words, but the brunette was completely unaware of the potency of the anger burning in his eyes. It was enough to not only shut Mikasa up, but also to have her back down without a word.

"What the actual fuck?" Eren growled under his breath, shooting a glare at the door as soon as it shut. "How is she even here?" The brunette grabbed his phone and noticed that there were four missed calls from Mikasa and two from the gate of his security estate. "Damn it, my phone was on silent!"

"Oi, brat," Levi called, catching Eren's attention.

With a defeated sigh, Eren turned to face Levi, who was no longer on the floor. "What?"

"Should I leave?"

"No."

A tense silence followed wherein both men dressed. Eren was aware that it was probably better for Levi to leave, that things would probably be more civil if he were to talk to Mikasa alone but the part of Eren that refused to back down from a challenge couldn't care any less about civility. He simply wanted Mikasa to accept Levi, and if he had to shove the millionaire's presence in his sister's face to force her to swallow the bitter pill of the man's existence, then so be it. Whatever issue Mikasa had with Levi would be dealt with now.

As the two males descended the stairs to where Mikasa was impatiently waiting in the living room, Eren idly wondered if that eight kilogram flight bag that nearly met Levi's head the other day would be put to better use knocking some sense into Mikasa's thick skull…

"Eren," Mikasa said, rising to her feet as the two men entered the room. She shot a dark glare at Levi, which the man matched with one of his own, before turning back to her brother. "Does he have to be here?"

"Yes," Eren spat. "He is the 'problem' after all, isn't he?"

"This is between you and me," Mikasa tried.

"BULLSHIT!" Eren roared out, the calm facade shattering at his outburst. The anger emanating from him was so potent it seemed to heat the very air around them, creating a suffocating aura in the room as tension so thick it was tangible rolled off his body in cascading waves. "This is you having a problem with me wanting to be with someone because you don't want me to be happy."

"That's not true," Mikasa retorted. "All I want in life is for you to be happy…and safe! You know how I feel about this guy, Eren. I don't trust him."

"He doesn't need your trust, Mikasa, he needs mine!" Eren urged. The tango of anger and frustration was beginning to confuse the brunette; he had no idea what to feel or how to even react anymore. "And I do trust him!"

"What if he betrays your trust?" Mikasa whispered. "What if he hurts you?"

"Anybody can betray my trust and hurt me, even you." Mikasa was about to object when an uncharacteristic darkness crossed Eren's face and he said in a dangerously low tone, "Like you are doing now."

The girl gasped and stared wide-eyed at him. "Eren…"

"You're hurting me by coming between Levi and I," Eren clarified. He sighed heavily. "If he hurts me, then he hurts me. It's just a part of life."

"I will never hurt you, Eren," Levi hissed.

"He's being sincere," Eren said.

"Eren. Please, don't think with your dick here. He's too good to be true…"

The brunette laughed curtly and said, "Too good to be true? He's five foot three, a pain in the ass," Literally, Eren added mentally, "has a champion personality and flies a fucking rotor-wing! How is any of that 'too good'?"

"Oi, brat!" Levi growled. "Watch your fucking mouth!"

Ignoring Levi, Eren continued. "He's not some perfect guy trying to win me over for entertainment. He's genuine in his affection and while he has a weird way of showing it, he really does care. He treats me good, makes me feel happy and I kind of want to be his boyfriend."

"Eren…"

"Tch. You gave me your virginity and you only kind of want to be my boyfriend? Brats these days."

"You slept with him!"

"Irrelevant!" Eren cried out, shooting Levi the deadliest glare he could muster. The millionaire was unfazed, of course. "That is really none of your concern, Mikasa!"

"It is…"

"…not!" Eren insisted. He sighed heavily. "Mikasa. The way you're going on about this, you're going to force me to choose between him and you. And I'm not going to choose the person who I just said is hurting me…"

The room fell silent. Both Levi and Mikasa were digesting what Eren had just said, the words that so blatantly held a threat within them. And the more Levi thought about it, the more the guilt from yesterday started to rise; had Erwin not warned him to not come between Eren and his family? Mikasa was Eren's last surviving family member. If he tore that bond apart, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. He promised not to hurt Eren, and if Eren chose him over Mikasa…Eren would be hurting.

"You can't do that, Eren," Levi said. "I won't let you abandon your sister for me."

Those words caught Mikasa's attention and she watched in awed fascination as the millionaire slowly backed towards the front door.

"If it's going to come down to that…" Levi drew in a deep, shuddering breath, his heart breaking at what he was about to say. "…I will rather remove myself from the equation…"

"No…" Eren breathed out.

Mikasa watched as tears began to form in her brother's eyes and she knew from that look alone that Eren's heart was breaking into a million pieces…because of her selfishness. If it weren't for her, Levi wouldn't be walking out of her brother's life after taking his virginity. Eren wouldn't be falling to his knees, rage and sorrow pinning his body to the ground as his shoulders shook violently with his sobs. If it weren't for her and her possessive nature, she could let Eren be happy and find her own happiness.

But no. She had to be selfish. She had to…

"I hate you," Eren whispered. "I fucking hate you. I never want to see your face again, Mikasa Ackerman. NEVER for as long as I fucking live!"

"Eren?" Mikasa gasped.

"Leave. Now."

With a heavy heart and equally heavy feet, Mikasa silently left Eren's home as requested. She walked to her car, parked behind Levi's, and as she passed by the Lamborghini she saw the millionaire sitting with his head against the steering wheel, hands clawing at the feathery hear on his head in sheer frustration. She watched his convulsing frame for just a moment before tapping on his window; she couldn't possibly believe he was this torn up about walking out of Eren's life, even after everything Eren had said about him.

But when he rolled down the window and his eyes met with hers, everything Eren had ever said about the millionaire suddenly bore truth.

Levi's eyes were red the his cheeks each had two frighteningly neat tear-streaks running down them, visible against his pale skin thanks only to the bright sun of a clear winter's day. Mikasa swallowed hard at the sight, guilt clawing up in her throat and nauseating her as she took in the sight of the man that could've made Eren happy.

"We both lost him," Levi whispered before turning away from Mikasa.

"No," she whispered. She turned her back to the Lamborghini, shoulders tense and hands clenched into tight fists. "We haven't. He's yours, Levi. Take care of my brother."

With that, she walked away. Not sparing a glance back, not even to see Levi spring from the care and sprint into Eren's home as if the inside of the apartment held the last edible thing on earth. She simply climbed in her car and left, knowing that if she remained unwilling to back down, Eren would not only end up hurt, but also alone.

Wooh! Winmin time and oh my gosh was that Mikasa giving Levi the green light? Let me know what you think :)

On a not so nice note, the updates may become less frequent as I have run out of pre-written chapters at the same time as exams are looming. Coincidence? Yes, it really is a coincidence because I don't plan a damn thing in life.

So please bear with me. I will try my best :) I love you guys and wanna please ya!