A/N: So...this chapter was ready five days ago. I tried to upload it and there was an error, so I left it on my flash, figuring I'd upload it first thing in the morning. Morning came...flash RANDOMLY corrupted. I had to format it, so I lost the entire fic, including this chapter that I thought was perfect. I mourned it for three days, thinking I could never rewrite it to its level of perfection. I eventually just sat down, had a drink and got my shit together and birthed this chapter. I actually like it A LOT more than the original...lots of changes! Everything happens for a reason, they say. Forgive the long note, I had to share my life story.

Anyway. ENJOY!

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Watching Levi frantically flitting about the kitchen as he retrieved the charred remains of the fish from the barely-recognizable frying pan was a sight to behold. Cussing as he meandered about the kitchen, Levi embodied a fluidity that Eren never thought possible to encompass in a state such as this. Between the stove, the sink and the trashcan, Levi traversed the kitchen with grace despite spitting expletives that would put old sailors to shame. Seeing Levi like this had Eren simply staring in awe – Levi had become more human to Eren in the last ten minutes than he had ever been, but in this moment, that humanity peaked. Here, right before Eren's eyes, in the smoky kitchen, Levi was going through what a normal person would.

Eren always imagined celebrities to be their own breed of human; with ridiculously expensive cars, unnecessarily large mansions and servants to wait upon their every need, Eren imagined those with fortune to be above menial tasks such as cooking or cleaning up after themselves. He remembered the first time he had seen Levi's apartment – it came as a shock to the young fan to see Levi living in such a simple, "small" home. While definitely high-end, it was something a rich young bachelor or a modern dinky family could afford. A simple apartment was the last thing Eren expected of the multi-millionaire sportsman. Since then, Levi hadn't failed to surprise Eren, yet even now, after having had received a blowjob from the man, Eren was still entranced by him.

Eren smiled. Levi gave him a blowjob. And swallowed.

"What the fuck are you smiling for?" Levi growled.

Emerald eyes snapped back into focus only to find a less-than-impressed Levi Ackerman glaring at him with a burnt pan in one hand and a melted plastic spatula in the other. For a moment, Eren was taken aback by Levi's bare chest – had Levi been shirtless this entire time?

When Eren offered no answer – Levi's dismissive attitude and steely glare gave Eren the impression he did not want a reply – Levi simply clicked his tongue and continued about in the kitchen. Try as he may, Eren could not take his eyes off the perfection before him. Edited pictures were one thing (great jerk-off material, for one) but seeing Levi this human was a different kind of turn-on. Yes, his body was chiseled and his muscles seemingly sculpted by the gods, but Levi, right now, did not look like the lean machine that plastered Eren's bedroom walls – Eren made a mental note that he would have to remove all those posters just in case Levi did ever visit. Levi was not the feared champion with eyes that held nothing but a lust for violence. Levi was not the sex-icon Eren fantasized about. Right now, Levi was just a man, and the longer Eren looked at that man, the more Eren found himself wanting Levi in ways that deeply transcended anything he could have ever imagined.

Eren had only ever been in love once. When he had fallen in love with Jean, the fall was hard and fast…like many other things in their relationship. It was everything a first love was supposed to be – passionate, fulfilling, warming – but it became everything no relationship should ever be – hurtful, toxic and demeaning. Eren would be lying if he said he didn't want those positive feelings again; Eren did want to love and be loved again.

Could Levi ever give him that?

Looking at the man now, like this, there was nothing in the universe that could say it was impossible. Their lifestyles and statuses be damned, right now they were two men with a world of possibilities before them.

Oh my god…Eren lifted his hand to his mouth and nibbled lightly at the flesh at his thumb as he pondered the possibility – and the likelihood – of falling in love with Levi.

"So much for fish," Levi suddenly said before the loud clanging of the pan in the trashcan snapped Eren out of his reverie. "Eren…are you okay?"

Caught red-handed in what was undoubtedly the beginning of a mild panic, Eren could do nothing but plaster his best smile on his face, tuck his hands in his pockets and say, "I was really looking forward to the fish."

Of course Levi wouldn't believe him. The man had the uncanny ability to see right through Eren…to see right through people in general. That was one of the things that made Levi such a talented fighter; his ability to read people was second to none.

"It was only hake," Levi said, before leaving the kitchen.

Levi may be observant, but he also knew exactly when to let things go.

"So, what does my little fire-truck want to eat now?" Levi called from the bedroom.

Eren balked, wondering if he'd heard correctly. "Little fire-truck?"

When Levi returned, with his phone in his hand, he raised a brow at Eren and said, "My apologies. Big fire-truck."

"What the hell are you calling me a fire-truck for?" Eren cried out. Deep down inside, he couldn't help but feel chuffed at the "big" compliment.

Instead of answer, Levi closed the gap between them and grabbed at Eren's now-flaccid cock hidden behind tracksuit pants. While the movement seemed rough and entirely unpremeditated, when the man's palm came into contact with Eren's sensitive flesh, the touch was surprisingly light. Despite this, Eren still jolted with a yelp.

"You fucking cum like a fire-hose," Levi said flatly. "Even if the stove did catch fire, I'm sure you could have handled it." He smirked then. "With the right priming."

"Jesus, Levi," Eren said, his face heating up in record time as he averted his eyes.

Levi snickered. Not laughed, not chuckled, but snickered, as he gently cupped Eren's cheek and guided the younger man's lips to his own. As they met, despite the chaste nature of the kiss, what felt like a flurry of a thousand butterflies broke free inside Eren's gut. Suddenly, he couldn't stand still. Being only inches away from Levi was too far. Levi's lips against his was not enough. Suddenly, in that moment that they kissed, Eren thought that falling in love with Levi might actually be nice.

"How does a pizza from Smith's sound?" Levi asked.

"Hmm."

Levi nipped Eren's lip lightly. "Shitty brat. Answer me."

Instead of reply, Eren simply nodded. He did not want to speak. He wanted this moment to last forever. He was afraid that if he spoke, that if cognition returned to him that he would be frightened off by the premise of loving someone who would likely never love him back.

"Eren." Levi's voice had taken a stern tone that commanded Eren's attention. "I'm fucking starving."

"Pizza," Eren said, ducking for another kiss only to be rejected. He pouted. "What?"

"Any particular pizza?"

Eren wanted to roll his eyes. Pizza was not quite at the forefront of his mind, much less so the toppings. "Anything. I just don't like olives or fruit."

"That's not anything," Levi said to himself, but Eren heard thanks only to his proximity. "I'll call Smith's and have them deliver."

"Smith's doesn't deliver."

The cocky grin Levi gave Eren was the damn sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He'd only seen Levi smiling once or twice in photos, but never this mischievous grin. "They do for me."

That grin was all the encouragement Eren needed to spur on his confidence. After all, Levi had not yet been touched and if the pressing need against Eren's leg was anything to go by, Levi wanted to be touched. Eren reached forward, but before his hand came anywhere near the prize he lusted to take, Levi had already turned away and was dialing the number for Smith's. As the smartphone met with Levi's ear, Eren felt a flurry of jealous rage deep within him; he wanted to annihilate the tiny object that dare steal Levi's attention.

Instead of act on his impulse to destroy something that likely cost a month's wages, Eren unceremoniously grabbed Levi and spun him around. The man cussed but was powerless against the momentum of the turn, losing the wind in his lungs as his back collided with a wall. He had no time to question Eren's behavior and could only watch in awe as Eren sank to his haunches before him, his tracksuit pants in tow.

"Hello…" Levi said unsurely as he watched his semi-erect cock spring free before Eren's lips.

Eren smirked; never before had he heard Levi anything less than perfectly controlled. While it was a far cry from being flustered, the man was definitely taken aback by Eren's actions…and Eren loved it. Yet again, Levi's reaction in this moment only reiterated just how much of a human he was, just how much of a man. Eren's only wish was that Levi could be his.

Levi's cock was picturesque. Eren had seen it before, but back then it was in the trembling heat of wild lust and uncertainty, in the dark of a bedroom he had no business being in. Now the atmosphere was lit and open, and Levi's cock was presented before Eren in all its glory, with the man's undeniable consent. Only half-hard, it hung haphazardly before Eren as if begging for a breath of life to be breathed into it. Yet despite its state of semi arousal, it was thick, with one large vein tracking along its length to the foreskin that only half covered the perfectly rounded head.

Eren had seen many cocks in his days of watching porn, and as he knelt faced with this one, he wished he could have been jerking off to it instead.

"Uh, yeah," Levi said before clearing his throat. "Are you at the restaurant?"

When Eren's fingers wrapped around Levi's cock, it jolted as if an electrical current tore through it. Although mostly impassive, even Levi could not deny the effect that simple touch had on him; he stiffened for just a second before his fingers threaded through the thick brown locks of Eren's hair. That action alone was enough to tell Eren that the advance was more than welcome.

"I need a favor."

It never ceased to amaze Eren just how quickly a cock could become erect. He had seen it on himself; it could take a matter of seconds to go from completely flaccid to being as rigid as tungsten. Feeling Levi get hard in his hand – feeling the pulsing, heated flesh grow thicker in his grasp, lengthening before his very eyes – had Eren's own need pressing in his trousers. It couldn't have taken more than five seconds for Levi to reach what Eren assumed to be his full size, and knowing that it was because of him and his touch had Eren borderline euphoric.

"I need a pizza delivered to my house."

Cautiously, somewhat unsurely – Eren had never touched an uncut cock before – Eren slid his hand down Levi's length, pulling the foreskin back and exposing the head of the ravenous beast. As the deep red tip of Levi's cock became exposed, Eren could feel his own length twitch, aching for touch, because the sight of Levi was damn-near orgasmic. The round head was almost burgundy in color, the deep shade of red Eren recognized as that of a man who had been edging for a damn long time. It was the color Eren associated with a cock desperately begging for release, of a man so close to the edge that even the slightest touch could send him tumbling over.

"None of your business!"

Eren chuckled quietly at the strain in Levi's voice, wondering if the person on the other end of the line could hear it too. The fingers in his hair became a fist, tugging lightly at a handful of hair now captive by a strong hand. It may have just been a tug, but there was an unspoken warning behind it that Eren dare not seek confirmation about by looking up into Levi's eyes. Instead, Eren leaned in closer to his much-coveted treat, aching to taste that which was denied him before.

"Please…"

Did Eren imagine that or was there an underlying desperation to that single word?

Taking it as just that, Eren slid the head of Levi's cock into his mouth. The man stiffened and the grip on Eren's hair became painful as the young brunette pursed his lips around Levi's head, tongue running across the smooth skin and wetting it as it lay nestled in the warmth of Eren's mouth. Eren didn't see it, but he imagined by the slight inching forward of Levi's hips that the man had his head thrown back and was fighting back an expletive as he spoke with the person he had called.

"Uh…yeah…"

Levi's voice was becoming more strained; it was impossible not to notice it now. Eren idly wondered if the person on the other end could hear – and if they could, what they were thinking – as he took more of Levi into his mouth.

"I'll give the boy two hundred bucks extra if he ah!"

That was the moment the head of Levi's cock touched the back of Eren's throat.

Levi growled and cleared his throat. "Five hundred, a grand…name the price."

At that, Levi started thrusting. Eren balked; he did not quite expect this, but it was definitely not unwelcome. There was nothing rough or desperate about the action, but rather a smooth and controlled rhythm as Levi gently thrust his cock in and out of Eren's mouth. Taking the hint, the brunette relaxed his jaw and let Levi take what he wanted. Feeling the warmth of Levi's flesh gliding along his tongue was enough to have Eren a trembling mess; he could feel his thigh becoming wet from the precum trickling out of his own cock.

"Just no olives or fruits," Levi said, his voice eerily calm.

Eren wondered if it was the calm before the storm.

Levi's thrusts gained confidence then. The tentative, unsure little rolls of his hips became more earnest, still nothing violating but enough to have Eren consciously chanting to himself to prevent himself from gagging. With moans unable to escape his occupied throat, Eren was left quiet and breathless, palming at himself through his pants as Levi fucked his mouth.

The fact that one of his greatest fantasies was coming true would have been enough to have Eren cum then and there. However, he held his own; if he had not cum only minutes before, he had no doubt that he would've already had a sizable wet patch on his pants.

"How long will it take?"

And then Levi thrust deep into Eren's mouth and did not snap his hips back. Eren found his nose buried in the smoothly shaven area of Levi's pubic mound. Held in place by a vice grip, Eren could do nothing but hold his breath and hope that Levi would be merciful enough to allow him to breathe soon.

"Double if you can make it thirty."

Just as Eren was about to cough for air, Levi unceremoniously yanked him back by the hair. It hurt…oh god, it hurt so good. Eren gasped for air as he was pulled from the treat he had been lusting after for days. Drunk on lust, Eren did not care for the wet strings attached to Levi's cock from his mouth. He did not care that his own saliva was dripping down his chin like he was some rabid animal. All that mattered to him was that in this moment, he was Levi's and he wanted the man to do whatever he pleased.

"Thanks, Erwin. I owe you one."

With no warning, another hand joined the first and Eren's face was thrust back into its previous position with Levi's taut balls resting against his chin. He choked a little as Levi's cock hit the back of his throat, but offered no protest at being held in place like this.

"You naughty little shit!" Levi hissed.

Leaning down on Eren's head a little, Levi held Eren securely in place. Eren stroked his own cock through the tracksuit pants as Levi pinned him.

"Do you want me to fuck your mouth while I'm on the phone with a friend?"

If Eren could hum in agreement, he would've, but he had a mouth and throat full of cock. If he could even nod his head, he would've, but he was pinned in place by a man possessing unnatural strength. Instead, Eren stayed still, feeling the familiar light-headedness of oxygen deprivation creeping up on him as Levi denied him the right to breathe.

"Such a good boy," Levi suddenly cooed.

Tearing himself away from Eren, Levi let the brunette breathe. Eren gasped for air, his saliva running down his chin and falling to his chest and lap. Levi's cock shone from its slickness, and damn it looked amazing. Eren wanted it back in his mouth; he wanted Levi to take him.

"Look at you," Levi said. He tilted Eren's head back, forcing emerald eyes to meet with his own. "You're filthy."

Eren could only nod. He was powerless under the weight of Levi's gaze. The eyes that held the promise of pain, were now overcome with a darkness Eren's wildest fantasies could not conjure up as Levi gazed down at him. The lust in them was rampant to the point where Levi barely looked like a cognitive human being. To Eren, it felt like he was being looked at as nothing more than a hole to be used for Levi's pleasure…and he loved it.

"You want me to fuck your little mouth, don't you?"

Eren smiled drunkenly and nodded. Actually, he did not care what Levi did to him as long as the man used him to cum. He was simply too far taken by lust to formulate even a single sentence.

"Fuck, Eren."

Levi slid his cock into Eren's slick mouth. It pulsated and swelled up as it brushed against Eren's tongue, and Eren knew Levi would not last long. Judging by how his cock looked, and now how it felt, Levi would come undone in a matter of minutes, if even that.

Within seconds, Levi had found a steady rhythm. His fingers gripped Eren's hair tightly as he held the boy in place, hips rolling back and forth to drive his impressive cock in and out of Eren's mouth. All Eren could do, at the mercy of the object of his infatuation, was kneel obediently and let Levi use him. The rubbing of his cock through his pants had stopped as he gave Levi his undivided attention, but the sheer arousal of Levi Ackerman claiming him in this way was enough to push Eren over the edge without even being touched.

As suddenly as Levi had taken him, he stopped, pulling his cock out of Eren's mouth with no warning. Drunk emerald eyes fluttered open just in time to see Levi massaging the deep red, slicked head of his cock until the first jet of thick, white cum shot out and right onto Eren's face. Feeling the warm fluid striking his skin only added to the push, and as another stream hit his lips, Eren's own release wet his thigh. The pleasure that tore through the brunette was monumental; he was glad that he was already on the ground, otherwise he would have fallen over from the sheer magnitude of pleasure assaulting him.

Levi rubbed at the head of his cock until he had emptied himself on Eren's face and chest, slowing down as he rode out his orgasm.

Levi's hand threaded through Eren's thick locks again, only this time, it was a gentle touch. Levi tilted Eren's head up, and looked down at the brunette with sleepy, almost bored eyes and said, "You're a filthy brat, you know?"

The brunette could only offer up an apologetic smile, though there was absolutely nothing to be sorry about.

"Did you cum in your pants?" Levi asked.

Eren's eyes immediately fell to his lap. Of course it would be noticeable – the lightly colored tracksuit was a canvas for any fluids, and the large, wet spot in his lap was far from inconspicuous.

"You're really an insatiable brat."

For the first time in what felt like hours, Eren spoke. "I am only twenty-two, you know."

"Yeah, yeah," Levi said. He offered a hand to Eren, who gladly took it and came to stand before Levi. "Go get yourself cleaned up. You really are a mess."


Sexy times *does a celebratory booty dance*

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