A?: Hi everyone! Okay, so I'm on the fray about this fanfic. I've uploaded this chapter, and I'm letting you decide. Should I continue it or just let it sit as it? Honestly, I'd like to, but I don't want to start a new project that people won't like. :1... Of course you need to read the fanfic, but ya know. XD So if you really like it, find it interesting, want to know what happens next, please let me know. ^^

But before we start! I have so many trigger warnings... As a matter of fact, just assume that every trigger warning known to man is here for this fanfic. There's a lot, and some I don't want to name because I'm ashamed of myself for writing this. X'D There are multiple pairings in this fanfic though! The main is Riren (Ereri, but does it really matter? It's all still really hot.), so just be prepared!

-Misty

Song of the day: Sugar Free

By: T-Ara (I chose this song, because this was the song I pictured playing in the background in the club. ^^)

Lost Cause

It's his job. Being in this special operation requires apathy, a cold heart, and dead eyes, making him just the man to do it. Of course this doesn't mean he likes it. However, when he runs into three young teens in the worst possible situation a life could lead, it turns out that he isn't as heartless as he once thought he was. Modern day AU: Officer Levi, Prostitute Eren. (Lots of trigger warnings. You're going to hate me so much for this fanfic.)

Rated M for adult themes, sexual content, adult language, violence and gore, child abuse, rape, drug abuse, oh so much more that I can't even list.

Main pairing: Riren. Other pairings with side pairings.

Anime: Shingeki N Kyojin (Attack on Titan)

Chapter 1: My Name is…

This was not a situation he approved of.

Music pounding, lights blaring into his narrow eyes, the heat of the room unbearable, and he was dressed rather appropriately for it too. People were close, too close, bumping, grinding, and dry humping each other with no decency or respect for themselves or the people around them.

"Ignore them, Levi…" The older man lifted his head, looking up at the taller woman standing next to him, equally dressed for the occasion in thigh high boots, too short shorts, a crop top, and her hair pulled back in a ponytail, per the usual. She had her hands on her hips, an approving smile on her face as she looked about the rowdy crowd with interest. "They aren't like you and I. They are people trying to escape the worlds they live in."

"You seem to play the part better than I," Levi spoke up louder than his usual tone, but only to speak over the blaring music. He couldn't handle that, nor the heat, and he pushed his bangs back to relieve some heat, or at least to stop the sheen of sweat from dripping down his skin.

"I've done this more than you." She said and rolled her shoulders around.

"Yes, but not for work." Levi corrected. "Erwin says you frequent this place often. Is that how you found out about the prosti-"

"Come dance with me." The woman suddenly interrupted him, grabbing his arm and yanking him to the dance floor.

"H-Hanji!" He griped, but the taller woman didn't listen. Once on the floor, she was as close to him as everyone was to their "toys," her back to his chest and her hips rolling in a way he hadn't seen from her before. It was no turn on; oh hell no, not to him, and definitely not from her, but it was surprising. Sure, she was an eccentric person, but that only went so far in work.

The woman was moving in a way he hadn't seen from her before, and it was truly surprising. Of course, he was supposed to put on a show, make this look real, but how? Even for someone like him this was uncomfortable, a totally new environment and situation. He'd only seen situations like this in movies and on television, but those situations were blown way out of proportion. However, seeing everyone around him reenacting everything he had ever seen before on TV said something.

With a low growl, Levi placed his hands on her hips, swaying his own back and forth, though stiffly and in a way that indicated he was being forced into this. This was not something he cared for, not in the least. Hanji reached behind her head, leaning down so her head was against his shoulder. She threaded her fingers through the longer wisps of his hair and pulled, bringing his head close so she could press her lips against his ear.

"Five months ago, this became a playground for a new group of prostitutes. Three new teens were introduced to it, and they've been working here since. Mike wasn't aware of the exchanges at first, but he caught on by the scents soon enough. You saw the reports yourself."

"Yeah, I saw them." Levi now understood her intentions.

Hanji brought them out onto the dance floor where the music was the loudest. Even if they were yelling, no one would ever hear them. They had to dance to play the part, but no one would ever hear what it was they were discussing.

"Because of Mike and Moblit, we got pictures too. There's two boys and one girl, and you should know the girl. After running the pictures through the scanners, we came up with three of them: Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, and Eren Jaeger. Went missing three years ago after a house fire that killed Eren's mother. The father disappeared and hasn't been seen since, but was pronounced dead after the search was stopped. Mikasa Ackerman was adopted by the Jaeger's after her parents were murdered, and Armin Arlert was there that night for a sleep over with his friends. They were originally thought to have died in the fire, but after this, we know they're alive."

"You mean there were bodies for them?" Levi didn't react at all to the mention of the girl.

"Three bodies for teens, but something was off with the bodies to begin with. They never came up matching their faces, but the coroners said their bodies were too burnt to say for sure."

"Someone replaced them." Levi interpreted as he spun Hanji around so she could stand face to face to him.

"I'm sure they were, and the kids they brought in were alive when the house was on fire. This was all too thought out, too planned."

"Someone wanted them." Levi mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.

"Huh…?" Hanji asked and held her hand up to her ear. Levi rolled his eyes before turning the woman around again and pressing close to her.

"Why was the mother killed?"

"No idea. The father went missing though, and I have a feeling that since he was never found, he went into hiding. I think someone wanted him, and they set the house on fire to kill her, took his kids and used them for compensation."

"Look how well that turned out." Levi said. "What about Ackerman's parents, her mother? What was their deal?

"Three men wanted to sell the mother in human trafficking for her Asian origins, but she fought back to save her daughter after her husband was killed, and they killed her by accident. Mikasa was kidnapped, but Eren somehow found her and saved her life. He took two of their lives, and Mikasa took another to get free."

"At fifteen?" Levi inquired, eyebrows raised.

"At eight. She was taken in by them after Eren saved her."

"Are you telling me they were eight years old when they killed people?"

"Mikasa is older by a few months. Eren was seven years old, turning eight in a month."

"Fuck, that's messed up." The older man mumbled. Hanji spun around once more, chest pressed into his as she wrapped her arms around his hips and ran her fingers over his sides.

"They're supposed to be here tonight." She said and looked past the rim of her glasses.

"If that was three years ago, the kids are old enough now to be charged with prostitution themselves." Levi explained.

"Not necessarily. Armin is the youngest between the two, putting him at seventeen. He turns eighteen in three days, so we need to find them and get them the hell out of here." Hanji pulled Levi forward, nearly pressing their lips together, but her lips just barely skidded across his cheek to his ear. "I hear Mikasa and Eren's roles are reversed. Eren goes after guys while Mikasa goes after girls. That's our job tonight."

"And Arlert…?"

"He's the youngest. I'm assuming the two are protecting him to their extent, maybe making more money to compensate for him so he doesn't have to do anything and then lying about it to their pimps." Hanji explained, her eyes beginning to scan across the dozens of people in the room.

"Why do that…?"

"He's the baby. After reading more into their lives, I found out that Eren was constantly in trouble while he was in school. He fought off a bunch of bullies to keep Armin safe, meaning he was constantly suspended, even through middle school. When Mikasa came along, people tended to run from her, but shit still happened even when she was there, and she was constantly seen by Eren's side. If Eren was by Armin, then so was Mikasa."

"Do you think it'll be the same here…?"

"It's an older sibling doing anything to protect their younger one, even if Armin isn't a part of their family. Look at all of the shit they've been through. They'll be closer than any sibling related by blood. They'll have to separate for work, but they'll keep him as safe as possible. He may just be a wall flower standing around while they do their work, and he may promote them. I'm assuming that Mikasa will keep her eyes on Eren too if she's protective of him. She's the oldest after all."

"So we need to get them separated."

"What we should do is go after Armin. If I'm right and he's going to stand around, he's easiest to get to, probably the one to break easily or break down and lose it. Even if they're protecting him, if we separated Eren from him, Mikasa will follow."

"And that's where I come in." Levi grumbled. Hanji once again made a motion that she didn't hear his quiet voice, and Levi simply growled low before turning the two to switch their positions. Levi could see in the direction Hanji was seeing while Hanji saw in his, and it was only because Levi was shorter than her. She could cover areas that he couldn't, which was seriously annoying to him.

"You still remember what they look like?" Hanji asked against his ear. Levi nodded his head, saving his voice for when he needed it most. "Brown hair, green eyes, tan skin. Eren right?"

Hearing this, Levi turned around in her arms, his grey eyes glancing around where her vision was. Sure enough, there they were.

The three of them were just walking in, dressed up in outfits that were only appropriate for someone of his or Hanji's age, not theirs. The only girl with them must have been Mikasa, dressed in shorts that looked more like underwear than shorts, and a strapless top that left nothing to the imagination. Eren must have been the brunette that Hanji was talking about, though it was dark where they were standing. However, the little blond clinging to his side didn't look much like an Eren, and if his attitude and behavior was anything to go off of, he had to be Armin. Eren was obviously hiding his thin form from the wandering eyes trying to see his legs behind the too small shorts. His sweatshirt was made for the size of a giant, going down to his knees and unzipped to show how thin he was, and it was frightening to say the least how small he really was. Obviously it was a tactic of his, looking so innocent and breakable like any pervert would want, but his siblings were there for him.

And then there was Eren. Eren was a different case entirely, dressed rather casually, but enough to fit the crowd. His legs were fully covered by tight, black jeans that sat low on his hips. His shirt was black, a normal short sleeved t-shirt that was tucked in under the hem of his jeans. His appearance was more normal than the other two, but this had to be something they worked with. Was it possible that he was dressing this way more for the form of a body guard than a prostitute?

"Look," Hanji mumbled beside his ear, but it was still heard over the loud base. Levi watched as the three exchanged words, and Armin was nodding his head silently. He leaned against the wall closest to him, his arms falling behind his back and his legs extending out. Levi noticed the thigh high boots he was wearing, accentuating the curves in his body meant to mimic a girl's hourglass form. For a kid his size and age, he actually had some decent legs to him, but that was more so the boots than his actual legs. Eren pressed a hand against Armin's shoulder, mumbling something quietly to him. Armin nodded his head, and the two siblings then walked away.

Hanji nailed it.

"First we separate Mikasa and Eren, then, while you take care of Eren, I'll handle Armin."

"And Ackerman…?" Levi questioned.

"If we've got Eren and Armin, she has to give up. If she wants them safe, she'll follow along, but she'll be tricky. Watch out for her." After that, Hanji separated from Levi, disappearing into the crowd to begin her job. Levi sighed before his eyes followed the two teens, watching the way Mikasa stood close to Eren's side. Despite her closeness, however, the two acted as if they had never met each other. It must have been because of their looks, of how they easily could have pulled off being together had they tried.

They were dressed enough to play the parts, but it was for their jobs, not for themselves.

"Okay…" Levi mumbled and cleared his throat. He maneuvered his way off of the dance floor, eyes holding onto the two teens until he noticed them separate with a few small words. Mikasa sauntered her way onto the dance floor, but her black eyes were trained on Eren. Eren looked around the club, eyes looking for his next line of work before he slowly moved to the bar not far away. "Perfect…"

He considered this good in a number of ways. If the kid were to drink, well, all the more easy to catch him. If he sat there, he had his eyes on both of his siblings, knowing who they'd be dealing with, knowing if Armin was getting either of them service, and he had his chances of observing any drunks he could take for a joy ride.

Levi had to admit that he was impressed. They had everything worked out, down to the tinniest of details to keep each other safe. They were like a network, everything working like clockwork, pieces fitting together perfectly so their jobs could be done and they could continue living on another day with the hopes of food in their bellies. They had everything set up perfectly, and even though Hanji was able to read their plans, it was still impressive.

It would make this job all the more interesting.

Levi followed Eren closely, but not so close to raise suspicions. Eren took up a seat at the bar, waving down the bartender to get a drink. That's when Levi moved in.

"Blue moon please," Eren's voice was smooth, charming even though he was only asking for a pretty heavy drink, and deceiving all on its own, but Levi could hear the remnants of childhood still lingering behind the tone.

"Make it two," Levi announced behind him and took a seat beside the teen. Eren looked over with a sneer, green eyes wide and questioning as Levi settled beside him. "I'll pick up the tab."

Levi gave an all knowing look towards the bartender, towards Mike. Mike's eyes narrowed as he cleaned out a glass with a rag in his hands, but within a moment, his nose twitched and he shook his head.

"Good, the kid hasn't done anything yet." Levi thought to himself and looked over at Eren.

"That's nice of you." Eren said softly, turning in his seat to face the older man who had offered to buy him his drink.

"Not a problem." Levi could see the way Eren's big eyes were already eyeing him up and down, determining if Levi was worth the time to earn the money. Any money was good money, but the kid probably wanted a lot more than what most people had.

"Do I get a name from you? I at least deserve one so I can thank you properly." Oh yes, he was charming indeed. The way his voice was smooth, teasing in a way, was easy to pull any man to him in a deceiving rope. The kid was good, meaning he had done this over and over again. He must have already had Levi pinned down too.

He was stuck up, tight, and unwilling to break. However, after a few drinks, he'd loosen up, and that's when Eren would work to earn his pay.

"It's Charles," Of course he wasn't stupid. He wasn't going to give his real name out to some kid who could easily mess with his life.

"Well then thank you for the drink, Charles. I'm Eren. It's nice to meet you." Although, Levi truly wondered why the kid would give out his real name. Was it possible that he had no choice? Was it so people could meet up with him again? If that was the case, then he wasn't only working at this club, but working outside of it as well.

He didn't have a choice, did he? No, of course he didn't.

"Nice to meet you as well, Eren." Levi said and looked around. Mike was taking care of others, but one pointed look told him to get his job done fast. "You know, Eren, you look pretty damn young to be in a club like this, let alone drinking such a heavy drink."

"You look pretty young yourself." Eren countered with as he turned back into his seat to rest his arms against the bar, back slightly arched in an alluring way. Oh, if only the kid knew. "Nah, I just turned twenty one. Thought I'd try out the big, bad world."

"Enjoying it so far?" Levi inquired.

"Not bad, not bad. Not all that exciting yet, so I'm not entirely impressed." Eren leaned forward slightly, watching as Mike brought back the drinks they had ordered. He handed Levi his first, and Levi was quick to notice that his drink was just water with some dyes in it to keep his head clear. Eren's had to be real, only because the kid would suspect him if it wasn't. The kid probably knew his alcohol by now, and that was sad all on its own. Then again, Levi had been drinking by the age of fourteen, so who was he to talk?

"Well then, happy twenty first, Eren." Levi said and lifted his glass. Eren lifted his as well to clink the glasses together before he nodded his head and took a sip. He watched Eren carefully, watching as Eren made sure just by the taste that nothing was wrong with the drink. Obviously he knew well.

"Thank you," Eren said and set the drink down.

"So, twenty one and not enjoying the good life?" Levi asked while setting his drink down on the counter.

"Nah, not much. It's nice, the music and stuff, but I just thought there would be more energy."

"This isn't enough?" Levi questioned, truly taken aback by Eren's words. Maybe it was just him, but this was a lot of energy to him. Maybe that was just because he was getting there in the years.

"Well, not really. You always see in those rated R movies how everything is so perverted, people always hooking up, having sex, and then forgetting their names the next morning." Eren spoke with a laugh to his smooth tone, like what he "saw" in the movies was always true. "I guess I thought it'd be more like that."

"Are you saying that's the life you're looking for? You actually want something like that to happen?"

"Depends on how drunk I get…" The words were barely mumbled under Eren's breath, obviously intended for Levi not to hear him, but he heard him anyway. "I don't know. I've never done anything that crazy before, and I guess I'm just "asking for it" as one would say."

"That's pretty dangerous stuff you're saying, kid." Levi muttered as he took another sip of his drink.

"Hey, I'm twenty one. I am not a kid." Eren scoffed.

"I guess to me you are."

"Why, how old are you?" Eren asked, glass cup to his lips as he looked over him with glassy eyes.

"How old do I look?" Levi asked with a side smirk. Eren hummed to himself, barely scooting closer within his own chair.

"Well, I was told take away five years to be polite, so I'm going to guess… Twenty four."

"Not even close."

"Huh…?"

"Go up."

"Uhm… I don't know. How old are you?"

"I think I'll keep that a secret." Levi said and took another sip of his drink. Eren rolled his eyes before turning in his seat to look at him.

"Now you're just teasing me."

"Oh really…?"

"Yes really. I'm trying to get to know you better, but you won't let me in."

"And why would you like to know more about me?" Levi asked. Eren looked away, shrugging his shoulders with a nervous grin on his cheeks.

"I don't know…"

"Wait… Are you actually hitting on me…?" Levi asked incredulously, but he was only acting.

The kid was good, he'd give him that. His game was to play like it wasn't his intention at all, that it was just the heat and the alcohol. However, he didn't know that Levi was completely level headed and sober, that the alcohol had been fake, if not that then a little disgusting. He was sure his tongue was going to be blue later.

"Ah, maybe it's just the drink." Eren suggested and leaned back to rest against the counter, but not without arching his back again to accentuate the natural curve to the small of his waist and lower back.

"Well, maybe it is…" Levi muttered and took a rather large gulp from his drink. The shit was disgusting. "And maybe I might be interested." He said while looking out the side of his eyes. He saw the way the brunette's eyes glinted quickly.

Got him.

"Are you now…?" Eren raised his eyebrows as if he wasn't at all planning any of this.

"Well it's not like you wouldn't dislike it. It was what you were hoping for." Levi openly mocked, but the kid didn't seem offended.

"Yeah, I know… Ah, but I can't." Eren said and rubbed the back of his neck. "Man, I can't afford stuff like that."

"Afford what, sex?" Levi asked.

"Well, not that. I-I mean like, I can't afford something like a sexual disease ruining my life. I've got school and bills to pay. It just wouldn't work out in my favor." Eren sighed as he carefully set his drink aside.

"Yet you can afford to come here and dance." Levi commented, watching Eren sneer at the disparaging remark. Levi sighed, knowing he had to get the kid to go with him. It wasn't easy though. This wasn't something he did on a regular occasion obviously. "Alright, so I'll work with you here. I'm obviously a little drunk now, so we can work with this."

"Oh…?" He was definitely good.

"Yeah, and I know you're pretty bad yourself, so don't try throwing this in my face. How about I give you compensation for tonight, so if something happens, you have the money to pay for medical bills."

"And if something didn't happen?" Eren asked while scooting closer again. "What would happen with your money if I didn't get sick?"

"Keep it. I've got a good job, lots of money, and I don't really do anything with it." Levi waved a hand around like it was nothing. "Then you could use it for school or whatever other shit you want to get."

"Huh… Psh, but paying for sex? That sounds like prostitution or something."

"Not if anyone didn't know…" Levi mumbled. Eren leaned his shoulder against Levi's, his head leaning on top of his. His hand lifted up to touch Levi's, his fingers running against his skin softly in a way that was somewhat surprising. The kid was good at being gentle despite his profession.

"Well… H-How much would you be willing to pay me?" Eren asked in a mumble. Levi remained quiet as he pulled out his wallet and looked around inside. He fished out the first hundred dollar bills he could find, having been given them from his boss for this operation beforehand. He had six of them, and after holding them up for the brunette, he could have laughed at how wide those green eyes could get.

"Do you think this is enough?" He asked the teen.

"Ah, y-yeah, I think so, but that's a bit of money, don't you think?" Levi could tell that the kid was trying his best not to snatch out for the money and take it. With what he did for a living, this must have been a lot of money compared to what he usually made.

"Like I said, I have a lot that I never use, and you can use it for school. So do we have a deal?" Levi asked and offered the money to him. Eren took it, his hands actually shaking as he pulled the money away. Levi must have truly made his day.

"Y-Yeah, sure. Uhm… So, now?"

"Well, I guess that would be a good place to start." Levi said and forced a small chuckle.

"Okay, so now we just need a quiet place to go." Eren mumbled and looked back to the dance floor.

"Yeah, not out there. Although I think no one would hear us." The older man openly joked.

"Yeah, I know that. I think I know a better place though. I heard that the club has private rooms. I mean… That's a place to start if that's true, right?" Eren was doing pretty well acting innocent, but Levi knew better. The kid knew this place perfectly, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Well if they do, we'll go there. You can keep that tucked away."

"Are you sure?" Eren asked.

"Yeah, come on." Levi said and stood up from the bar. Eren followed closely, keeping a hand on Levi's to be guided through the crowds around them still dancing with no cares in the worlds. Levi kept his eyes open, looking for the black haired Asian that was Eren's adopted sister, but she wasn't anywhere to be seen. She was either in hiding or with a client, and he was hoping for the latter option. If she was preoccupied, that meant that Armin would be able to be caught, and then Levi could deal with Eren.

The plan would work out accordingly, just like Erwin and Hanji had said, and then Mikasa would follow with no choice but to worry about her brothers. They'd get them out, and hopefully they'd get the bastards who kidnapped them and forced them into these terrible lives arrested and thrown in jail for the rest of their miserable lives.

After maneuvering through the crowds, Eren began leading Levi more than Levi was "supposed" to lead him. Eren knew exactly where he was going, so Levi didn't question a damn thing, not even when they walked up a set of stairs to find the rooms he had been talking about. No one was out in the hallway, so Levi considered that a good thing as the two of them made their way to a vacant room.

Levi would pretend that he couldn't hear what was going on behind the other doors.

Eren walked into an empty room first, Levi following close behind and closing the door behind him. Eren walked further into the room, inspecting the furniture and walls with mild interest before turning his attention back to Levi.

"So… What is it you're actually interested in?" Eren asked with a small laugh.

"If you're wondering about the four play, we can work with it. I don't really appreciate casual sex with all of the fun stuff skipped." Levi said and shrugged off his vest.

"Good, I'm not the type of person for that kind of stuff either." Eren said and looked away when Levi popped the first few buttons on his shirt open.

"Don't tell me you're nervous." Levi remarked while stopping from unbuttoning his shirt. "I thought you liked this kind of stuff?"

"I'm not nervous. I'm just trying to get myself together." Eren said as Levi walked closer to him. He had to play the part of drunk if he wanted to get this kid out of this situation, which didn't make much sense. He was the one putting him in it at the moment.

"Sure you are," Levi muttered before placing his hands on the kid's hips. Damn, he was thin. This wasn't right for someone barely eighteen years old.

"Psh, I'm fine, old man." Eren remarked with a grin. Levi pretended not to hear that comment (though he preferred it to something relating to his height), before pulling himself up close to Eren's height and kissing his lips.

He really didn't like this. He didn't like it at all. He didn't like having to kiss a teen; no. He didn't like having to kiss a damn baby. He didn't like having to place his hands on the kid's waist and pushing them under the edge of his shirt, trying to seduce him long enough for Hanji to catch his blond friend and his sister. He didn't like it, but he had no choice. If it meant the kid would get out of this alive, maybe get his life together and be able to live the rest of his life out in peace (and there was so much of it to live), he had to do this. If it meant giving him another chance, then he needed to suck it up and deal with it.

Well, it could have been worse. The kid could have sucked at kissing. He could have been less tempting, or maybe he could have sucked at the small, soft touches he placed against Levi's arms, almost timid in a manner.

Levi found himself quite enticed by the little brat. It definitely could have been worse for sure, but he was surprised to find himself not complaining. He moved forward a little, pressing into his lips even more as his hands found his hips. He felt Eren's lips move, his head tilting to the side to avoid their noses bumping. His skin was smooth, his lips softer than Levi had originally predicted, and he had to reprimand himself for thinking that way.

Eren's arms wrapped around Levi's shoulders, his body pressing into his. Damn him for his height, but it didn't seem to upset Eren any. He tangled his fingers into the loose belt loops on his pants and pulled, bringing their bodies close so they could press together.

Truly, what was he thinking? And what was this brat thinking? Why was he already so aroused? Was he hoping for this to be over as soon as possible?

Levi had to stop losing track of the situation at hand. While he hated doing this, he needed to focus, and what he needed to focus on was this kid and his lips.

His soft, warm lips that were practically drowning him. Eren's lips parted on a nearly silent gasp, and Levi's tongue unconsciously darted out to lick at his lips. The smallest of sounds left Eren, maybe a moan or a whimper; Levi wasn't sure. He moved to kiss him again, but this time it was more.

With mouths open, teeth clinked together as their tongues began a sensual dance. Levi could taste the alcohol on the kid's lips and tongue, and damn, he shouldn't have been aroused by that. He shouldn't have been feeling warm, especially when Eren's hand moved under his shirt, his cold fingers touching his stomach. His fingers moved higher, curious and ginger, and Levi parted before pulling at his arms, moving him back towards the bed.

He wasn't going to let this kid get the best of him. Surely a kid wouldn't get under his skin, and he would make sure of it.

He turned them, making sure Eren's back was facing the bed before lightly pushing at his chest. Eren's knees hooked over the edge before he leaned back and fell against the bed. As soon as his back was against the mattress and duvet, Levi sat in between his legs, his knees sitting on either side of the kid's long legs that were wrapped around him.

"Are you sure about this, kid?" Levi asked, looking down into dark green eyes that widened in surprise.

"What…?" Eren asked, his hands stalling before they could reach for Levi's hips.

"I may be drunk, but I'm not that drunk. If you want to back out now, I'm sober enough to let you go." Levi sat back, trying to avoid Eren's advances while he still had the chance. The kid had the chance to back down if he truly wanted to. Levi was giving him the opportunity to, and judging by the kid's reaction, no one had ever allowed that for him.

So he would be the first, and he hoped the kid would back out, and he hoped that this could end quietly. However, that didn't seem to be what Eren wanted. He sat up on one elbow, his free hand extending out and snatching the collar of Levi's shirt. One good, hard yank pulled Levi down with him, and Eren's lips barely missed their mark, catching at the side of his mouth before fixing that little mistake and kissing him fully on the lips.

Levi could have scoffed if his mouth wasn't being occupied by the brat. Eren was challenging him, wasn't he? The kid was testing him, because Eren hadn't been treated with respect before, hadn't ever been asked what he wanted and not what someone else wanted. It must have been unsettling for him, and he was just looking for someone to take advantage of him, to feel some sense of normalcy between the two. It was sickening in its own way, but Levi was reminded that he had a job to do, and in order to do that job, he needed to get this kid out of this situation.

Just a little longer. He needed to keep telling himself that. Just a little longer stalling him, and then it'd be over.

So with that thought in mind, he simply continued kissing the brat, his hands pressing into his chest and waist and hips, wherever they could reach to keep the kid distracted. Eren's arms looped around his shoulders, his fingers carding through his hair, feeling the transition of his undercut to the short wisps of black hair. He pulled, and Levi had no choice but to put his weight against the kid, not with the way Eren kept pulling him forward.

That was when he felt the hardness within Eren's tight jeans pressing into his thigh.

Eren sighed against his lips, his head lolling back when Levi tried readjusting his position so he wasn't against him, but that only pressed his knee further against the boy. His hips rolled, his legs trying to wrap around his hips, trying to find more friction, and Levi had to bite his lip to keep from barking at him in panic.

Eren was getting far too into this, and Levi needed to put a stop to this before things got out of hand. In this position, it was so easy for Eren to find the gun hidden away on his person, and he couldn't let that happen. He might as well blow the whole operation before it even really began. Levi wouldn't let that happen, wouldn't let that happen. He hadn't come this far just to fail.

Eren suddenly moaned, his hips grinding against Levi's and yanking him from his thoughts. Levi felt his body go numb, his mind going blank, but kept just one goal in mind. He pressed his lips against Eren's neck, sucking on the skin hard enough to leave a bruise. It was enough to make Eren turn his head away, his brunette hair falling in front of his closed eyes as he focused on the sensation.

Fully distracted, Levi reached back to grab at Eren's leg and hook it against his waist. Like this, he could reach into his pocket and pull out the handcuffs he'd kept hidden away without Eren noticing. His other hand moved to unwrap one of his arms from his shoulder and weave their fingers together. The touch was intimate as he pulled away from his neck, but it was enough of a distraction to pull his arm above his head, close enough to the bed post.

Eren barely opened his eyes before he felt the cold metal against his wrist, heard the clicking of one of the handcuffs around him. He looked up before he had time to pull his other arm away, and his free hand suffered the same fate, being locked up in cuffed that were linked around a small bed post.

"H-Hey-!"

"Keep it quiet, Eren." Levi commanded as he sat back.

"I'm not into this kind of crap, you piece of shit!" Eren practically hollered as he kicked and thrashed beneath Levi.

"Stop it! I'm trying to help you!" Levi hissed as he grabbed at Eren's legs that were trying to kick him away. One kick nearly landed at his shoulder, but Levi was glad he was born with fast reflexes, or that would have ended up worse than it was, but it was over quickly. Eren paused, completely frozen by Levi's words. Levi didn't realize his mistake until the words had already left his lips, but he saw the realization dawn on Eren just by the look that fell over his face.

"Mikasa!" He cried out in panic and began thrashing within the older man's grasp. Levi was ready to cover his mouth, to stop him from altering anyone that Levi was there with these intentions, but there was the faintest sound of a click from a door behind him.

Levi turned around to see the source of the sound, but even someone with the best reflexes in the world couldn't prepare themselves for the sudden hit to his head. Levi was out cold after that, the world around him dark for only a few moments. He knew only a few, because his eyes opened to the panicking teens still around him. Everything was muffled, his head was aching with pain, and was that blood dripping over his eyes?

"Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine!"

"That fucking bastard…" Levi could barely make out what was happening around him, though he could still see some things, like the two teens as they tried to get Eren free from Levi's trap, or the heavy, metal lamp post leaning on the edge of the bed, the tail end of it covered in his blood. Had she really used the end of a lamp to knock him unconscious?

"Armin, hurry up!"

"I'm trying!" Why was Arlert here all of a sudden? Had they all followed Eren? Where was Hanji then? She was supposed to be watching Armin and Mikasa. "Pardon me, sir." Armin mumbled, quickly noticing that Levi was barely awake.

His hands were against him, feeling around his pockets and touching for something. He quickly pulled out the gun he found sitting under the rim of Levi's pants, then went for the ID hidden away right beside it.

"Fucking hell…" Eren cursed and yanked at the cuffs. "Where are the keys?"

"Right here," Armin said as he pulled the keys out from Levi's back pocket. He tossed them to Mikasa who was quick to get Eren out of the cuffs. While Mikasa busied herself with that, Armin started looking at Levi's ID, and to the older man's unfortunate luck, his badge. "E-Eren, he's a cop!"

"What…?" Eren asked in shock, his hands finally being released.

"That means the woman was too," Mikasa hissed under her breath. Levi tried moving, but his body felt so heavy, as if he weighed all of the world's lead production.

What did Mikasa mean about the other woman? She was referring to Hanji, wasn't she? What had they done with Hanji?

"Shit, this is messed up." Eren hissed under his breath as Mikasa took the ID from the blond. She looked over it, and Levi would have outwardly cursed if he could. He saw the look come across her face, her doll-like features becoming confused as she read over his name again and again. Confusion and more confusion, and then anger.

Mikasa took up the lamp she had hit him with earlier and lifted it. Levi closed his eyes, prepared for the bludgeoning to begin, but it never came.

"Mikasa no! It's enough already that you hit an officer with that! You can't kill him too!" Armin sat in front of Levi, his arms up and keeping Mikasa from lashing out at him.

"Watch me!"

"No, let's just go home, okay? I don't want to be here anymore," Armin begged the elder sibling, his hands reaching up to take the bloody object from her. Mikasa's arm fell loosely by her side, a look of disgust on her face, but whether it was directed to him or Armin, Levi couldn't be sure. Instead of attempting to kill him (And Levi needed to remember to thank Armin one day if he didn't bleed to death), Mikasa pushed Levi's ID into Eren's chest and stormed off. Levi didn't see which direction she walked off too; all he could do was watch as Armin stood up off of the bed, his knees covered in blood and staining his shorts as he stood by Eren.

Eren's eyes were looking over the ID though, and for a moment, he was completely apathetic, his expression distant. What was he thinking? Levi could only wonder. Soon enough, however, his question was answered.

Eren scoffed while pocketing the ID into his jeans. He picked up the badge Armin had left on the bed and pushed it close to Levi's face, and all Levi could do was manage a tired frown.

"I knew you weren't a 'Charles'." He quipped, leaning down so he could meet his cold, but sleepy gaze. "You better be careful, Officer Levi Ackerman. Our boss doesn't like it when his best are messed with."

Was that a threat? Now that Eren had his ID, it was the worst case scenario. Levi wanted to panic more, to reach out and throttle Eren for messing with him when he was only trying to save the kid's life, but he was so tired. So, so tired. He wanted to be more concerned, but how could he?

Right now, all he wanted to do was sleep.

A/N: Remember to let me know what you think and if I should continue it. ^^