NO NAME(SIDE 2)
I Keep Running
Levi looked at himself in the mirror with a hard cold stair. He was having those dreams again. Ever since that random flash the night of the concert, they were becoming a regular occurrence. But they were not exactly like they used to be. They were changing, becoming more vivid, among other things. Like the one this morning.
He had been flying through the air chasing something. As he flew by, he could see the corpses of people crushed or missing pieces of their bodies. The sight of this pained him, and his anxiety grew to rage. He was looking for someone. He needed to find him now. Cries of agony could be heard in front of him, and he prayed he wasn't too late. As he gave chase the surroundings changed into an old cabin. It was dimly lit with a single candle, but he could see that he was not alone. There was one person in the room with him.
A young man walked up to him and said, "You can't always keep yourself hidden away." The youth threw his arms around Levi's neck. "If you do that, then it's just going to make me feel lonely."
"Brat," he scuffed before their lips met. The kiss was fire. It sent heat through his body and warmed his blood. As the kiss deepened, he could feel hot hands exploring his physique under his clothes and his body relaxed, giving into the moment. He then felt his back hit firm bedding and his body covered by the other male. He was slowly undressed by the other's hands while lips followed behind, kissing and licking the newly exposed flesh. Every inch of Levi's skin tingled with delight from being in this young man's arms. Suddenly in a lighting flash, the young man was gone. He now watched in horror people being ripped apart by strange creatures. The image repeated itself over and over. So much blood and screaming. People getting eaten alive.
With this image Levi had woken himself up. He couldn't recall much more than that, and honestly he didn't want to. That was enough to shock him wide awake. Having had those nightmares for so long, he had learned techniques to get out REM if things got too bad—and it had gotten bad.
It was still a bit early, but sleep was no longer a thing he wanted no more of today. Trying to push the dream aside, Levi attempted to actually focus on his day job. Today would be the first day back; therefore, it was going to be a busy one. With his reflection becoming fogged over, he figured it was time to start his morning routine. He always took hot showers after waking up from those kinds of dreams. It was one of the few things that actually helped him relax afterwards. Getting under the spray, Levi let the hot water just run down his body as he concentrated on his breathing. Once his breaths were steady and strong, he began to wash up. Rubbing the sponge over his back, he realized that it finally didn't hurt anymore.
It was over a week now since that night Eren had torn his back up so bad it hurt to lie down or rest against any surface. With the location and severity there was no way for him to bandage it up himself. He couldn't ask Hanji or anyone else with the band, for that matter, because they would know it was that boy he was with that hurt him, and they would ask way too many questions. So instead he called the one person he trusted the most, Isabel.
He had met Isabel when he was still in Jr. High School. For some reason, she took a liking to him almost instantly, and he really didn't mind because she wasn't annoying. Later on, they would graduate from the same high school. Even after graduation, they keep in touch, hanging out regularly, and for the past few years, he had dinners with her and her husband, Furlan, at least once every month. If there was one person that he would trust to keep their mouth shut, it would be her, which was exactly how that occasion played out.
"Holy shit Levi! What happened to you?" Isabel exclaimed when she saw his wounds.
"I had one hell of a time," he replied, his voice almost purring.
"I can see that. But why didn't that jerk perform proper aftercare?"
Hearing the roughness in Isabel's voice, Levi couldn't stop himself before he jumped in to defend Eren for some reason. "It's not really his fault. I kinda ran away on him."
Isabel leaned forward and turned her head sideways to properly look at Levi then asked, "Why?"
Levi took a deep breath and let it out before he answered, "Because I met him as L and needed to get away a.s.a.p."
She didn't ask him anything more after that. She knew if he wanted to talk about it he would. Therefore, she silently bandaged up his wounds and only spoke once she was done. "I can come by every day until it heals. Otherwise it's going to get infected."
"Sorry to trouble you."
"That's nonsense. With everything you have done for Furlan and me, this is the least I can do. Don't sweat it so much."
Thinking about Isabel's help, of course brought his thoughts back to Eren. Sex with the boy was anything short of amazing. And with him being in the shower it didn't take much for his body to become overrun with memories and the feeling of desire.
Levi could say that he hadn't replayed that night over in his mind before, but he would be lying. The kind of sex they had had would be hard, if not impossible, for anyone to forget. It was intense. The way the Eren's mouth and body called, no, begged for Levi to fuck him unrelentingly in every way possible was madding. Just recalling how the boy had pleaded with him was enough to once again have his cock standing hard and craving to plunge back into the brunette's deliciously fuckable anus.
Eren's whole ass had been so tight. The way the hot cavern encased him from head to hilt almost achingly snug as it sucked him in deeper with every thrust. The taste of Eren's lips on his when he sucked them into his mouth and nipped at them. The feel of his teeth ripping into the fleshy column of the boy's neck while his hands restrained the boy down as he repeatedly and mercilessly banged his dick inside Eren's hungry asshole. "Please feed my ass—AAAHH—Oh God, I just need your cock… Stuff me till I'm full. God Levi…Please just fuck me RAW!"
"AAhhhaa," Levi groaned, as he splashed the wall of his shower white. Leaning with one arm over his head for support, he felt light and tingly but heavy all over all at the same time while his heart rate and breathing fell back to normal. Once he was steady, he pushed off the wall to finish rinsing the last of the suds off his body under the spray before he turned the water off. Opening the door, he grabbed the large towel he had taken out earlier and used it first to dry his hair then the rest of his body before he stepped out of the shower, still thinking about what he should do regarding Eren.
The connection Levi felt with him, could still feel, was beyond description and definitely beyond his understanding. So much so, that over a week later, he still could not stop thinking about the boy. There were so many things that didn't make sense but felt totally right. This made Levi hope for something he had never asked for in his life: a chance to see the boy again.
He knew at the time it was the right thing to do and just walk away from Eren after that night. But now with a clear head and having had time to think about all of it, his mind said the same thing it did when he first laid eyes on the fan—he wanted him. Did he really make the right call of running away that morning?
After Eren passed out from his thorough sexual performance, Levi had decided to tend to the boy since he had been so rough. As he wiped down this virtual stranger's body, he got lost in the dips and curves all over again. He couldn't stop himself from softly touching the boy's body more than was necessary to clean him. And by the time he was done, every inch of Eren had been touched by his hands or his mouth.
Examining Eren's body, he was entranced by all the passion bite marks he had left on the boy. It was not like he had set out to cover that beautiful tan skin with so many patches of purple and red. It just sort of happened. He couldn't restrain himself from doing it. He had decided to let it all go just like Eren had. And it was heaven. In the sex frenzy fueled by the boy's enthusiast actions, he didn't even recall making half of those marks, but having seen Eren's body beforehand, he knew that they were all made by him. The sheer number of marks and the severity of some were so much more than he had ever done on anyone else. As Levi starred as Eren's now very clean but swollen, angry red asslips, the sight pulled him like a tether, face down onto the burning flesh to be tasted once more. And his tongue lapped the abused opening.
When Levi realized what he was doing, he was horrified by his compulsory actions. All of them. Looking back from the moment he had seen the fan at the concert and everything up to sitting here and tending to the boy's unconscious body. These were all things he never did. Consequently in a moment of sanity and clarity, he told himself that he needed to leave before the boy woke up. He quickly packed up his stuff, also gathering Eren's in the process. Levi knew that this was the only way to save both of them the awkward trouble that was guaranteed to take place. By the time Levi got all his stuff together and checked his cellphone, it was already past 6 am. This would work out, since practically everyone should be gone or sleeping from partying all night.
Once again taking the service elevator, Levi knew he had to be quick. The moment the doors closed, Levi pulled the glue remover out of his bag and got to work on removing the mask. He was still too afraid to take it off before since Eren might have woken when he was still in the room. While he let the solvent begin to work, he found his sunglasses and put on a black jacket hoodie. Thinking it had set long enough, Levi peeled the mask off his face. It was rough comparatively, but doable. After that he tossed the mask in his bag and zipped it up. Only then did he press the button for the first floor. On the way down Levi put on the sunglasses and pulled the jacket hood over his head. He was now dressed in plain street clothes, so if anyone saw him, they would just think that he was one of the guests.
He exited the elevator, and not wanting to go through the front entrance, looked for a side exit of the hotel. Luckily there was one not too far away, and he left the hotel without being seen. Needing to put some distance between him and the hotel, he walked down the street a bit until he came up to a Waffle House. There would be a perfect place to lay low until he called a taxi to get back home.
Part of him was ashamed that he took off like that without telling anyone, but he didn't think he could have faced anyone, especially Hanji, so soon after leaving Eren alone in bed. Oh but had he paid for it afterwards. The crazy person hunted him down in his bedroom later that morning. Why the fuck did they still have a key and know the passcode to his house anyway? Levi was just glad they were more focused on how irresponsible he was for leaving without a word than what happened to the boy he was with. So he might not need a new home security system just yet.
Levi had been so deep in thought he didn't even notice how long he had been thinking about things until he finished tying his tie. Looking down at clothes he shook his head. These would usually work on any other day but not today. The first day back always got special attire.
Hearing a cat-calling whistle in his office got Levi's full attention, and he wiped his head away from the window to see an annoying figure standing at the door.
"Why do I have to see you so early in the morning on the first day of classes?" Levi asked as he walked to his desk, reached for his morning coffee, and took a sip.
"I wanted to see you. And you are looking good this morning, especially your ass in those jeans," Hanji said with a pleasant smile on their face. "I always love to see what you wear on the first day of class. And I have to say, DAMN! You really went for it this time." Hanji was actually surprised to see him wearing low top black and gray converse without socks, black belt on black skinny jeans ripped at the knees, and a loosely tucked black and white large striped button down opened with a form fitted white V-neck t-shirt underneath. He had even put gel in his hair to make the choppiness of his razor cut even more pronounced on top of a freshly shaved undercut. He was also sporting accessories of twin silver rings, a watch, and a dangling silver cross earring. He looked more like the hot guy on campus than an instructor.
"Well isn't the whole point of this is to blend in with the students. And this is just the style these days," he said as a matter of fact. Although, he actually did appreciate the outfit. Like all his clothes, the jeans were specially tailored for his body, so they hugged his hips just at the right spot, were the perfect length, and hella comfortable.
"I think you are still pulling on L vibes since we just finished the tour. You are even wearing your rings." They pointed out as they took a seat in a chair in front of his desk.
Levi looked down at his hands with a slight scowl. He wore his rings both on and off stage all the time. It wasn't a big deal, everyone wore rings. Tilting his head back up to Hanji, "Was there actually something you needed or did you only come here to harass me this morning?" At this, Levi saw Hanji's mood perked up even more. FUCK!
"Oh, no. That reminded me. I did come with a purpose. We never did get a chance to talk about what happened that night with the little cutie," Hanji said, twitching her eyebrows with a cheesier grin, only to be replaced seconds later with a wide eyes surprised expression. "Levi, is that a smile. Ohhhh, now I really want the dets."
It wasn't exactly a smile, but it could be considered a smile for Levi, and he sipped on his coffee in a piss poor attempt to hide his reaction. "I'm not telling you anything, you shitty glasses."
Standing up, Hanji slapped their hands on his desk. "Levi Ackerman, you know you can't hide anything from me. I can already tell you had a really good time if you are still smiling about it a week later. That boy must be something special to have you so tight lipped and blushing."
Levi didn't make any reply to this and only watched them disdainfully to make sure they didn't break anything.
With a big huff, Hanji plopped back down in the chair. Normally, Levi not telling them anything would be just fine, but there was way more to this than he realized. They needed to get him to talk somehow. "So can I assume that since things went so well that you are going to be seeing him again?"
Levi crooked an eyebrow at that question. "Why would I be seeing him again? It was an after party one night stand."
Hanji's face fell when they heard Levi's response. "But Levi, I can tell you really liked him. What's wrong?"
Getting slightly irritated by their questions mirroring the same ones he had been asking himself for a week now, he grumbled, "It's not like L can have a relationship."
"I don't see why not?"
Levi crossed his arms and sat back into his deckchair. "You must have really lost your mind thinking it would be ok for me to date a fan. Just think about what that would mean for the band."
Gingerly standing up and moving towards the door, Hanji simply shrugged their shoulders, "If it is someone you liked enough to want to seriously date, then both me and Mike wouldn't have a problem with it. It's not our place to tell you who is and who is not worth dating. Follow your heart, Levi."
After Hanji walked out to the door, Levi thought about what she said. In all honesty he would love to meet Eren again. Above and beyond the amazing sex, there had been something special in those few non-heated moments. Where he felt that neither of them were trying to impress the other anymore, and they humbly became their selves. And that was simply beautiful. Levi shook his head back and forth laughing at himself. He would never have thought he would have such sappy romantic sentiments about another person. He very well knew the statistics of relationships lasting or falling apart. And given the circumstance surrounding them, they would eventually fall into the latter. There would be too many hurdles for their relationship.
Levi would have to change his whole life to let Eren in. It would mean showing Eren who L really was, which would just disillusion the boy. He had the mundane day job of a teacher. Not the glamorous lifestyle for a rock star. Could Eren be happy with the real Levi? The one that was short tempered when it came to dealing with stupid people, the one that was OCD when it came to cleaning, the one who was just plain short and all too human? No, Eren didn't like Levi; Eren liked L. Sighing he looked at his watch and saw it was almost time for his first class. He picked up an expo marker, and putting it in his back pocket, Levi left his office. As he locked the door behind him, he thought about how he would handle his class this time.
Eren wanted to curse his fucking luck. Of all the mornings to over-sleep through his alarm, why did it have to be on the first day of class? Since he only lived two blocks from campus, he had assumed that it would just be a short walk to get to class every day. Well today that short walk turned out to be a light running workout when Eren realized that he had no clue where his class building was. It took him a few tries asking for directions, but luckily he found someone who knew what building it was and where he needed to go, sadly it was in the opposite direction and on the other side of campus. Running as fast as his legs would carry him he found the hall just a little after 8 am. He then pulled out his phone to double check the room number, because the last thing he needed was to walk into the wrong class late and feel like even more of a dumbass when he had to walk right back out.
Praying that the professor would understand a freshman student being late on the first day of class, Eren carefully opened the rear classroom door and walked in as quietly as possible. To his surprise, it looked like class had not started yet. And if he hadn't made sure beforehand, he would have thought he was in the wrong classroom. Since he was late the only seats left were all the way in the back; therefore, he moved as fast as he could to hurry and take a seat before the teacher finally showed up. When Eren sat down he immediately started pulling out all the stuff he needed for class. At first he wasn't really focused on what the people around him or what they were saying but after a minute of just sitting there he started to pay attention to no one in particular, but just the gossip going around the room.
"Do you think this guy is ever going to show up?"
"If you read the syllabus, it says if he is ever more than 15 minutes late then class is cancelled, but you have to wait the full 15 minutes before you can leave."
"Really? Wow! I heard that he was a hard ass when it came to class structure. But that is really anal."
"Speaking of asses. I read on rate my professor that he has the most amazing ass on campus."
"Well that will give me a good reason to come to this class every day."
Eren couldn't help but join in the laughter at this statement.
"Has it been 15 minutes yet?"
"Almost. About one more minute."
Just then Eren noticed someone in the middle of the class room getting up. Guess they got tired of waiting. As Eren watched the guy begin to walk to the front of the room, he was instantly drawn to them. Fuck! That person is HOT. I'd like to lick a piece of that. Keeping his eyes glued to the man's backside, Eren's heart dropped when the man walked up to the board and began to write his name and the class number. Shit. That's my teacher. I just got a semi for my professor on the first day. FUCK ME! Eren hung his head down on the desk in embarrassment and tried to get his hormones in check.
Taking out the marker, Levi wrote his name and course information on the whiteboard before he turned around and walked to the middle-front of the lecture floor to elaborate on his writing. "My Name is Dr. Rivaille Ackerman, and I am going to be your professor for Psychology 101 this semester. Furthermore, class starts punctually at 8 am. And yes. I'm talking to you up there, Mr. Ten Minutes Late. Name?"
Eren had still had his head down in embarrassment even after the professor started talking, so he was startled when the man called him out. In a knee jerk reaction, he stood up, looking straight at his offended instructor, and blurted out, "Eren Yeager, Sir."
Levi's heart stopped completely from shock when the brunette lifted his head and large piercing green eyes locked with his. Eren!? He had noticed with a glance that someone had snuck into class late, but he was more focused on the experiment than a late student. He didn't realize that he had forgotten how to breathe until he tried to speak but there wasn't any air in his lungs to produce the sound. Why the fuck is he in my class? This is going to be a disaster. He quickly covered up his shock with a show of irritation; turning around, he silently walked to the instructor's table and sat down on the edge. He seriously hoped that his actions and distance would be enough to cover up for his erratic breathing and the slight heat he could feel rolling off his skin. Deciding it was best to totally ignore Eren, he addressed the class again, "Let his mistake be a lesson for the rest of you and don't show up late to my class.
"Now moving on to better things. From some of the few things I overheard at the beginning of class, I'm sure most of you have all heard rumors and checked things like Rate My Professor or other such places and have already formed an option as to what type of person I am and how this class is going to go. You see, the only problem with those kinds of things is that most of the time they are always written by students who are unsatisfied with their grades so their option of me can be quite biased." With a half smirk, he added, "Although the one about me having a sweet hot ass is definitely true."
Levi paused a few seconds as most of the students quietly laughed. He would have liked to have seen the look on Eren's face whenever he said that, but he knew that would be a bad idea. He was inwardly praying that Eren had been too drunk and fucked up that night to remember much of him. But he suspected with Eren being such a long time fan and how he had savored every aspect of L that night, the only way for the boy not to figure it out was if he suddenly got amnesia. The one hope Levi had to make it out of this alive was if Eren honored their agreement from that night.
Putting his focus back to where it needed to be, Levi continued with the class, "So first off, I'm going to tell you right now that this is not going to be one of those fly by freshman classes. It's going to take a bit of actual work, but it is not impossible to pass and actually make a good grade. I have had students with rocks for brains still get above average marks. You are going to have one paper and one project for this class. And don't worry I'm not that much of a bastard to make it a group project. These are the biggest and simplest things you will have to do for this class and are worth 35% of your grade. The paper is straight forward. The harder one is the project, and it is meant to be so. I want to challenge the elasticity of your minds. My field of study is behavioral psychology, so your project is going to have to do with something that pertains to that. I'll tell you more about it when we actually began to cover that topic.
"But I actually have a little something to assign right now to give you all a feel at what is to come in the future. It's going to be a bonus that will be worth 10 points. I want to see if any of you can tell me my reasoning behind why I waited 14 minutes to start the class today. Besides the answer I want to know the logic you used to arrive at that conclusion. Of course, you have to get it right to receive the credit, but it does not have to be a complicated answer.
"Lastly, to put some of the rumors to rest I am open to answering any questions you might have about me, and I will answer these questions completely honest. The only rule is I have to be asked outside of the class. The door to my office is usually always open to students for help with whatever you need. So don't be afraid to drop by."
Levi was used to having all eyes on him at all times, but he never felt more like a fish in a bowl than he did in that classroom with Eren's eyes locked on his every movement. He had glanced a few times at the boy all through class and the intensity of Eren's stare sent fervent chills down his spine. Levi had never been happier, that he always ended the first day early, than in that second.
"Well I think I have said enough for today. So we will end class early. See I'm not so bad. There is still 20 minutes left of class time. But don't expect for this to happen regularly. We have a lot to cover in such a short time. Though, I hope you use this extra time to think about my question. I'm looking forward to what you can think up. I'm done. I'll see you again in two days. Class dismissed." With that Levi immediately walked out of the classroom.
Eren's eyes didn't leave his professor for one second all during class. As he listened to the man, his mind was pulled into a tug-of-war with itself.
That's Levi.
No, that can't be Levi.
But that is Levi.
Eren, I think you might have finally gone insane.
No, that is definitely Levi.
Just because he is a short cranky little man does not make him Levi.
The height is the same.
The build is the same.
The voice is the same.
The hair is the same.
Even his skin is the perfect color.
Besides, I highly doubt that my dick would have jumped so fast if he was someone else.
Oh my God, Eren, that is Levi!
Eren knew that he promised L—Levi—after the concert he would not try to make their night more than it was, But Damn! THIS WAS A SIGN FROM GOD!
As Dr. Ackerman walked out of the room, Eren was absolutely sure that the man was L. There was no doubt in his mind. Quickly, he packed up his things and followed his prey.
A/N: So I did a stupid thing and caught up to the manga back in May and haven't been able to write a word or even look at anything AOT without being depressed ever since. I'm such a nerd that it made me cry, LITERALLY :'( And TBH and without shame, I am still not over that shitfest, nor do I know when, or IF, I will ever be because it left me so utterly heartbroken. So much so, that at the present moment, I have no desire to even know how it ends because it had nowhere to go but to get even worse.
But with nice words of encouragement from reviews and comments, I was coaxed out of my hole and have picked up the story again. Though I will admit that reading manga will have an impact on the story—writing style, mood, and conflict resolution. However, I do hope that you will still enjoy the story all the same until the very end. And YES, I swear that this story will have a complete and happy end.