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Also, thank you Lelayce Anime for making such a great AMV.

As you can see by the name of the chapter, the real fun now begins as we are getting closer to the climax 😏

When I first started writing this fic, I had originally planned to split the story into two parts making it two separate stories. But after thinking about it a little more I decided to keep it all together and make the story an LP (Long Play).

So this is No Name - Side 3: Heart's Nighttime Wish

Chapter 21

Ignition

It was almost noon on Sunday, and all Eren could do was stare at the ceiling in his living room still in a bit of shock after being so roughly kicked out of Levi's office. The noirette had said so many unexpected things to him that he was hardly able to sleep at night because he kept going over the encounter again and again in his head. So much had been conveyed in that little amount of time, making it hard for him to sort it all out.

Furthermore, it wasn't just Levi's words that he could not stop analyzing. It was also his own behavior. He didn't have any clue what had come over him to make him act so bold right there in the professor's office. With what he had brazenly pulled, the teen wouldn't have been surprised if Levi had totally cut things off with him right then and there—but he didn't. At least, Eren didn't think he did? Even with the harsh reprimanding reaction Levi gave him, the noirette didn't actually tell him to fuck off completely, just get the fuck out. In which Eren did expeditiously, picking himself off the floor and distantly stretching his arm to pluck his booksack from the chair next to the desk before skurting backwards out the door.

Still to this moment, Eren was profoundly impressed that the short singer could bring him to his knees so swiftly and one handedly too. The only other person who could ever accomplish that was his sister.

Back in Cali when he had practiced martial arts with Mikasa, no one had ever been able to take him down so effortlessly and so… pleasurably? In the six and a half years of being towed to various dojos, Eren had been able to take his licks as hard as he could give them, yet, not once did he find getting his ass handed to him be anything other than painful, nor did he ever start to get an erection in the middle of a sparring match!

And just what the fuck was Levi's "Maybe." supposed to mean? The man didn't say a single word more after answering: he only fiercely eyed Eren as the teen fled his office.

Reflecting on both L and his night together along with what had happened in Levi's office two days ago, it was becoming abundantly clear that Levi desired giving it hard and rough. Moreover, Eren had already admitted freely and proudly after the concert that he loved every minute of all Levi's attentions that night. Every increasingly demanding rough touch of the man's hands and mouth had flooded his body with erotic excitement.

Lying motionlessly on his couch once more in the aftermath, he could feel a deeper, different, newer piece of himself awaking inside, and he agonizingly wished the singer had done more. But just how much more? How much farther did Levi need to push him before he found his limit? Before he would break? The thought was electrifying, and he felt a jolt of fire light in his pants just thinking about it.

The kick Levi gave him was far from being a punishment. Sitting on the floor, his jeans got so tight he felt they would burst if the noirette man-handled him just one more time. And the anticipation of him doing so aroused the teen unlike anything else he had experienced in his life.

Back in California all thanks to one of his twink ex-boyfriends and Shitty Shades of Gray, which the green eyed brunet was reluctantly forced into watching to appease the soon to be ex, Eren wasn't ignorant to the lifestyle. But he had always been a Top through and through; Moreover, whenever he "played" the "Dom" role for his ex-partner, he found little to no satisfaction in it. Now that's not to say he didn't enjoy pounding the shit out of someone's asshole as he restrained them with his hands or certain articles of clothing. But as for tying someone up with ropes or leather cuffs while using gag balls, floggers, or cock rings on them never brought much excitement to the brunet.

However, being with Levi had undeniably summoned something throughout Eren, beseeching him to give the man absolute submission even though he had never done it for anyone in his life. The idea of him wanting to take the submissive role was deeply conflicting, leaving him confused by these new desires. This sudden flip of the switch should have seemed irrational—But, then again, there had always only been one man which Eren had ever wanted to bottom for.

In the flashing moments of Eren's pubescent wet dreams, it would be him spreading his cheeks out wide while bent underneath the singer with the man's hips rhythmically thrusting his hard, thick rod deep inside of the young teen's asswalls over and over again, entreating the brunet to never wake up from the splendid slumber. These sporadic, reoccurring, erotic dreams are what led Eren to identifying his sexuality. Though when he did finally start dating, never did he feel the urge to take the bottom role with any of his boyfriends despite the pleasure he felt in his dreams—there was just something intangibly precious and pure connected to those dreams.

Although, with never letting another male touch his backside, the sexually stimulating visions eventually plundered his self-control; and on the mornings when he awoke with a stubbornly painful hard-on cause by the overwhelmingly vivid sensations of the noirette taking him with tenacious fervor, Eren needily satisfied his flesh's demands by using a small, at first, silicon dildo to stretch the tight pink ring between his asscheeks while the memories of the man's voracious claiming filled the centered around the teen's cock-stuffed asshole. Eren knew it made no sense to go through such lengths in private when in his real dating life he had no desire to be in that position. But with the mysterious singer, it had always felt different to Eren. Consequently, after enduring through what felt like a lifetime this way, Eren was driven by an obsessive demand that plagued all his senses to find and finally meet the singer face to face in order to once and for all put his freakish actions and feelings to the ultimate test.

And he had been right.

During their night together, although Eren would have liked to have known what the insides of the singer felt like, he held not one shred of conflict within himself for wanting to know what it felt like to have the singer within him. If anything, he needed L to fuck him with desperation, and he heard the heavens sing when the singer slammed him onto the shower wall and dove head first into his asshole. But the praises didn't stop there. Every second of the man's touch had been tenfold better than any sex he had had in his lifetime and faded his once polychromatic sex fantasies to black and white.

With all that being said, however, it didn't mean there wasn't a part of him which didn't also want to claim Levi.

Now that he had experienced what it felt like to have L pleasurably plunder his ass with a succulent fire so raging he had passed out from the sheer force of bliss, Eren subsequently needed to know if his new found BDSM cravings would carry over with him in the lead and if the sex would be just as mind blowing the other way around. But to his dismay, it seemed like the man had a way of taking control in every situation thus far, and therefore, it would prove to be a challenge for Eren to get Levi in the receiving position. Yet, he didn't believe it to be impossible.

Before they had made it into the room, Levi had been more than eager to allow Eren the satisfaction of feeling him from behind. And even though Eren had opted out of penetrating the singer, in that moment, Eren knew that Levi would not have had any qualms with the teen if he had.

Presently recalling the forceful way in which Levi had fully expressed sex was off limits for the next six months, Eren reflexively grasped the key under his shirt before he turned to his side, snatched a throw pillow, and smothered a loud groan in it. He had thought that if he got a chance to simply talk with Levi things would be easier. But in reality, it was almost equally frustrating; because even though Levi conceded to swapping numbers, the singer still had yet to message him.

"So who's the guy?"

Eren jumped at the sound of his sister's voice. And tossing the pillow aside, he quickly sat up to a more dignified position to see Mikasa leaning against the doorway. "There's no guy."

"Hmm. That would only be true if you were straight. But you're not, so there is."

"What makes you think this is about a guy?"

"Eren, I have had to watch you go through every single crush, relationship, and breakup in your entire life. And the way you have been acting for the past few days screams guy troubles." Mikasa said with utmost certainty. "So again. Who's the new guy?"

Damn did Eren hate how well his sister knew him. He needed her to believe that Levi was only a friend if they ever met. Realistically, he knew it would be hard given she was already suspicious. But he had to try. "Sorry to disappoint you, but there is no new guy."

"Oh, so it's an old guy." Mikasa said while pondering who it could be. The two seconds of silence from Eren told her she was right, and instantly an image came to mind. "You're not still pining for that singer again are you?" Her voice raised an octave as she asked in disbelief.

"Did you ever think that this could be about something else?" Eren stated in frustration. Fuck was she perceptive. This was going to make it even harder to hide who Levi really was from Mikasa. Maybe her meeting Levi wasn't a good idea after all.

"Well, if you don't want to admit it now, that's fine. I have to run anyway. I'm going gym hopping with a friend today. So while you sit here and wallow in guy trouble all day, I'm going to be busy kicking some ass and won't be back until late. So don't wait on me for supper. That's all I came in here to say."

"I won't be wallowing," Eren shot back as he watched his sister turn into the hall and pick up a bag he didn't notice before. "I'm going to be relaxing and matroning the rest of The Untamed on Netflix while you get all sweaty throwing some old dudes around."

Mikasa turned around and eyed Eren with speculation. "Riiight. Just don't forget to eat." she said before stepping out of view towards the front door.

"Yes, Mother!" Eren yelled sarcastically before he heard the door slam shut.

In the once again silence of the house, Eren sat thinking about what his sister had said. Was it that obvious that he had been fretting over Levi for the past few days? Looking back at how he spent the last five days, he realized that what she said was true. If that was the case, there was only one remedy to the problem: confirming that Levi was serious in wanting to possibly have a relationship with him after he was no longer his student.

It was the weekend. And since the noirette hadn't protested when Eren stated that contact on the weekends was unrestricted, the best thing he could do was contact Levi first. As he thought more on this, he realized that it was up to him to take the first step or two. It should have been obviously clear to him that Levi would hold off on messaging him given the man had been so firm on the ethics of the situation. Levi was still his professor after all. So if the man took the first step, it could be seen that he was taking advantage of Eren being his student. But, if Eren took the first few steps, then it couldn't be seen as Levi using his authority to get into one of his student's pants; therefore, at least most of the blame could be put on him and not Levi if they were discovered.

Picking his phone off the coffee table, Eren went straight to Levi's number, started a new text chat, and began to type. He must have written and deleted a dozen messages before he decided on the least cheesiest of the one liner openers he could think of.

-Hey I got a question for you.

After the message was sent, Eren felt every tick of the clock pass, stretching to eternity; and he quickly became very anxious wondering if Levi would actually reply. With a tight feeling slowly growing in his chest, he knew he had to get his mind focused on something else. Standing up from the sectional and walking out the living room, he decided that taking a hot-to-cold shower should ease the anxiety and also give Levi a reasonable amount of time to reply to his message.

Briskly, Eren took the two flights of stairs to his bedroom, vaguely wishing the master bedroom had been on the second floor instead of the third. Once in his room, he went straight to the walk in shower and turned the master control handle that operated all three of the fountain heads before he began undressing as he waited for the water to warm. He tossed his phone on the basin top then he began to strip. As his fingers took hold of his zipper, he felt a heated hum tingle between his legs, and he realized with everything going on he hadn't masturbated in days.

Letting his pants and boxers fall to the floor, he stepped out of them, walked back into his bedroom, and went to his nightstand. He opened the bottom draw and pulled out a bottle of lube along with his newest, biggest and now favorite shower toy he had bought not long after the concert to have one more accurate to Levi's true size; the weight of the silicon in his hand made him just as stiff as the motorize phallic object, in which he had duly nicknamed "L-2". He was still amazed that such a small man could have such a big, fat cock. And DAMN did the man know how to use it.

With the more basic need taking over his mind and body, Eren raced back to the bathroom and shut the door. The steam from the shower was already floating on the ceiling, so he didn't even stop to temp-check the water before he stepped into the ceramic tile cave and closed the glass behind him. Mikasa was going to be gone for hours; so there was no chance of him being heard or interrupted.

Levi was once again sitting outside on his back patio smoking a cigarette, but this time he was wearing clothes and lounging in a more natural, relaxed position. However, that didn't mean that he was relaxed in the least; it simply meant that he was so burnt out he had no desire to even sit up straight nor get out of his jogger pajamas. Although, he did have enough awareness to throw on a hoodie before stepping slippered feet on the cold wood planks since the mid-October rain two nights ago had brought with it a cool front. The noirette's static disorientation was the result of for the past two nights, in as many months, were the firsts in which he hadn't had any dreams—Not one single image. And given how his last dream had ended left Levi feeling just as uneasy.

Paralytically, his mind flicked around much like a channel surfer, switching from all the different scenes and images from his dreams. Was that it? Was that the end for him as well? With the intense pain of the dream he felt in real life, he wondered how much more excruciating the pain had been to his dream self and how he had coped with it afterwards, hoping his mirror image might share the method. But he got NOTHING. He had never in his life wished to see what he saw in his dreams as bad as he did in this moment. And as such was why his psyche was subconsciously pushing the memories of his dreams into his wakened mind; his brain was involuntarily seeking answers for his anguished soul.

His mind replayed the few instances that he did not have his lover with him, but in all of them it seemed that he was always searching for the boy, concluding that the other male had to still be alive somewhere, though his emotions and thoughts were not always in the same place while he repeatedly searched for the brat.

In the earliest ones, Levi recalled walking down a dark corridor during the middle of the night filled with nervous anticipation as he approached a sleepy looking soldier that was guarding the entryway to a stairwell. In a commanding tone, he instructed the guard to go get some rest, telling the man that he would take over the watch since he could not sleep per usual. He got only a "Thank you, Captain" before the groggy male walked away. Motionlessly, he stood at the locked, barred metal door, listening to the sound of the soldier's footsteps moving farther and farther away, and his heart pounded with excitement. It would only be a few more minutes before the beast was awakened down below by the body of another equally dangerous creature.

That by far had to be the most soothing of all of them. For in all the rest, he had always felt on edge with a rabid desperation as he fought both man and titan to bring the boy safely back to his arms again and again. But in every instance, Levi had been successful at securing the shifter. To his other self, failure was never an option. Because failure meant death.

That one notion was what clawed at his head, making Levi again just as shook as he had been on Friday afternoon. Nevertheless, he didn't give up all hope yet. Having followed Hanji's advice, Levi had written down all his dreams–although, he had never desired to put them in a chronological order until Saturday morning after sleeping through the first night without even the sliver of dream. He spent all of the day repeatedly rearranging them in different sequences trying to find a coherent series of time order. However, by the time his mind flew out the cage, there was only one thing he was sure of—he was still missing pieces. Which meant that the solution might still come to him in his sleep.

When Levi heard his cellphone ding in the pocket of his hoodie, he was pulled out of his head. He had half a mind to ignore it, but something compelled him to look at it. It might be Hanji messaging him, and if he didn't reply like last time, the four-eyed nut would soon be on his doorstep. But that was only an excuse he gave himself to justify his actions. It wasn't like there was a certain green eyed brunet that had barged into his office Friday and turned his life upside-down but had yet to contact him. He pulled the small computer device from the center pouch of the sweatshirt, unlocking it with a fingerprint at the same time. Viewing the home screen, he stared at the notification bubble on the top of his messages icon for a minute before he tapped the button. His pulse rate quickened when he read the name "Little Shithead", but Levi took no note of that. Reading the message, he almost wished he hadn't opened his phone.

Of all the things Eren could have said, the teen had to pick the most random and vague, and therefore annoying thing to say to Levi. If the little shit had a question, why not ask it instead of saying he had one. Psychologically speaking, Levi knew why anyone would use this term, but that didn't make it less annoying for him to hear it.

Tossing the phone to the side table, Levi took the last drag salvageable on his forgotten cig before putting it out in a small square, glass ashtray. He then reached over and grabbed his cup of coffee and took a sip of the semi-warm liquid. As he did, his eyes finally made contact with the outside world, and he stopped thinking for a minute to appreciate the atmosphere around him. The sweltering heat and humidity of Louisiana had finally taken a break, and though the sun was now shining high in the sky, it was still cool and breezy and dry. Living so far down south didn't give weather like today that often, but when it did, they best be appreciated.

Off in the distance, he heard the migrant birds perched in the Live Oaks of his backyard, and for a moment, he watched them sing praises. Levi took some time to observe his well-manicured fenced-in large courtyard. In the far end of the lawn, shaded by the low, wide spreading limbs of the more than a century old trees, was a furnished, long octangular gazebo with blooming Jasmine vines climbing up the trellis. Secured to the bottom of the rafters were mosquito-netting roller shades, the same as the ones atop his porch—which were essential when living in south Louisiana. A light breeze brought to his nose the smell of the white Oleanders he had planted all around the covered porch, and he took his first relaxed breath of the day.

This spacious backyard that included the majestic, native trees on the two arpent lot was the clincher of the reasons he had bought the over 150 year's old real estate. It wasn't the biggest house in the area; some could say it was actually on the smaller side compared to most houses around it. However, it was a two-story house with 12 foot ceilings, making it look larger when compared to modern houses. The dwelling had been a traditionally inherited generational family home for the past 100 years. As such, the previous owners had not needed nor desired to sell the land around the house as lots for other houses to be built next to them as most of the other oldest homes around the city had. It had been a bit of a fixer-upper, but its amazing and expansive yard which was rare in this part of the city soothed all the frustrations of renovating.

Levi's attention to the picturesque scene was taken away by the sound of his phone ringing, and by the ring he knew exactly who it was. Picking up the device he swiped the answer button and put it on speakerphone—the last thing he wanted right now was someone screeching in his ear. "Yes. What do you need, Lab Rat?"

"Hey my favorite little shorty. Are you having a good day?"

"I was until you called me."

"Oh, someone's in a playful mood today."

"Tch." To Levi's surprise, he did find himself feeling a bit lighter.

"Did something good happen?" Hanji asked with overflowing enthusiasm.

The question caught Levi off guard, and he had to stop and think for a minute. The heart wrenching nightmare was definitely not a good thing; it was one of the most horrifying experiences in his life. So that was not it. Leaving the only other possibility to stick out like a sore thumb—Eren. The realization of this fact had Levi stunned for a second. Was he really in that much of a better mood because the little shit had texted him? If this was really the cause, which he was not prepared to admit right now, like hell was he telling Hanji about it.

Even though they were the person whom he was the closest to in the world, something compelled him to keep it to himself that he had revealed his true self to the fan he had slept with at the after party following their last concert and was now testing the possibility of dating the teen, despite the fact that Eren was his student. Hanji may have been open and nonjudgmental about most things, but this was something that could not just be ignored. "Not really. I was just sitting on my patio. With weather like this, it's hard not to be in a better mood," Levi admitted, expertly dodging the question but not telling a lie either.

"I know right? Which is exactly the reason I called you. I know we planned to do the band thing today, but I've already skipped town with Moblit and my babies Sonny and Bean. We're heading to Biloxi as we speak." The excitement in their voice was almost off the decibel scale. "We're going to be camping on the beach! So I won't be back until later on tonight. I already called Mike and told him, and he said we could just meet up tomorrow. Well, we're just about there, so I'll see you tomorrow. Bye," they said in a rush and hung up without giving Levi a chance to reply.

Levi stared at the disconnect screen with annoyance. This was so Hanji, just taking off on a whim. But if he was honest, the impulsive way they lived their life with such freedom made him a tad bit jealous. The zealous way Hanji tackled life was something he respected and admired, and the crazy bassist never failed to take life by the balls even for one moment.

Feeling a bit inspired, Levi decided to take the leap. He picked up his phone and searched for Eren's number through his contacts. And without a shred of hesitation, he pressed the call button. The line rang for a minute before going to voicemail, which slightly dampened Levi's mood. Eren had massaged him not long ago, so one would think that the boy should be waiting for a reply. However, the little shit did not answer the phone. Despite this momentary setback, Levi was still unwilling to lose his resolve; therefore, he hung up and called the brunet again.

With his hands on the wall for support, Eren was squatting with his legs wide apart and leaning forward with his face on the cool, wet ceramic tile when he heard his phone start to play his generic ringtone, Masked Bitch. At the sound, a whimper passed through his lips because he was finally getting to the good part of his shower; the head of L-2 was embedded and stretching his ass-ring and the interruption filled him with frustration as he craved only to be filled with the toy. Deciding to ignore the call and focus on L's voice instead, Eren pushed his cheeks farther on down the thick toy and cried out from strain. This was only the third time he had a chance to play with it, and that was weeks ago; so taking in the massive dildo was still quite challenging, but no less satisfying as he softly stroked his asswalls up and down the hard, long silicon pole, all the while remembering what it felt like to be filled by Levi for the first time. The broadening burn was definitely still there, but that only made his dick harder as he remembered the way Levi had made him cum from pounding his ass alone.

By the time the music stopped, despite his efforts, Eren still had only managed to get halfway down the toy. Letting out a huffing sigh, he pulled his hole from the toy and reached on his left to pick up the bottle of lube from the floor. However, before he got a chance to squeeze the slicking gel in his palm, he heard his phone go off again. It became clear to Eren that whoever was calling him was not going to let him enjoy his shower time unless he answered. 'This better fucking be an emergency.' he thought as he stood from his slightly aching knees.

He pushed the fogged glass open and walked to the bathroom counter to retrieve his phone. Picking it up with his dripping wet hand, he almost dropped the device when he recognized the number that was calling him, but he managed to save it before it crashed onto the floor. During the excitement of trying to catch the phone on his naked body, it had stopped ringing, and Eren became upset that he had missed Levi's call. That was until he heard muffled yelling coming from the now wet device. Moving as fast as he could with an erection that throbbed with every jolt of movement, he quickly pressed the speaker button, locked the screen, and tossed the phone between a towel, rubbing it dry while he called out to the person he prayed was still on the other line. "Hello? Levi? Are you still there?"

On the other end Levi could hear the teen's frantic voice shouting over a static like background noise, and he let out a relieved yet annoyed breath before he answered back. "No. I hung up because it took someone forever to answer the fucking phone. What the hell were you doing? Taking a shit? And what the fuck's all that noise I hear?"

Eren's heart that had been racing with nervousness finally started to slow to a jog as he listened to Levi's words, and a warm smile spread on to his lips. "Well I…I…I wasn't expecting for you to call me so I hopped in the shower."

"Oh, so you were having those kinds of thoughts when you messaged me you horny little fuck."

"Huh?" Eren was stumped for a second. He was caught in the act, literally. Normally Eren would have a witty comeback for that, but presently he was still rocking a semi, and the sound of Levi's husky voice on the other end of the phone was not helping to soften his embarrassment.

"Seriously. What type of person messages someone then hops in a shower? And remember, I know exactly what you do in your showers." At his own words, Levi could not prevent the images of their shower from flashing in his mind, and he felt a heat stir below his belt. Quickly adjusting himself in his seat, he picked up his pack of cigarettes and lighter.

"No. No no. You got it all wrong. That's not why I wanted to take a shower." 'Although that's not how it ended up.'

Lighting up the premium tobacco stick, Levi waited for more of an explanation, but when he didn't get one, "Ok… so what is the reason?"

"Well, it had to do with the text I sent." Eren wasn't going to openly admit it was mostly because he had become tense while waiting for the man to answer back; however, because Levi had called him instead of texting back, Eren felt a bit more confident and decided that it might be good timing to move straight to the question he had for the singer. "You see my sister gonna be gone all day and's not coming back until really late tonight. So since you won't have to worry about meeting her, I wanted to ask if you were free today and maybe come over? We could get delivery and watch a movie."

All of Eren's word vomit summed up to one phrase to Levi—Watch Netflix and chill. "And what makes you think I would be willing to go over to your place so soon? We only agreed to start talking two days ago. Don't you think that's moving things kinda fast?" Despite his words, Levi was still feeling the impulsive high from Hanji and really wanted to say yes.

Eren felt defeated at this reply for a second; but then he recalled Levi's words telling him that it would be "a challenge". So instead of giving up, he pressed on. "You had said that we could start out as friends. And friends usually hangout at each other's places. It's not as if we just met. So it's not like I'm inviting a total stranger to my house and have to worry about getting robbed or anything." As the words flew from his mouth, Eren said a silent prayer that Levi would buy into them. However, when the noirette didn't answer back, he added, "Besides, it would give us a chance to actually relax around each other for once. Oh! And I promise to be on my best behavior."

Levi was unable to deny that Eren did have a point. They were not strangers in the least. Yet, there were so many things that he didn't know about Eren. But he wanted to. For with Eren, he felt an excitement he had never felt in his life—particularly, every time any part of their bodies brushed against the other's.

Levi had long realized that if this was anyone else, he would have been able to walk away from their little tryst by now without any regrets. But the brunet was not only capable of getting his attention, but keeping it as well, and seizing all reason when in his presence.

In all honesty, Levi had no right to mock Eren even if the teen did have some fun time in the shower because he was now equally as guilty. Though, when Levi had first found out that Eren was his student, he tried his best not to picture the brunet when he got himself off; however, having gotten so worked up on Friday, he finally gave in to the thought of him once again taking Eren. After ultimately conceding to step over the line that said the fan and student was totally off limits, Levi let his mind lose with all the dirty possibilities he had been suppressing of smashing the boy as hard as he did after the concert, and perhaps, if possible, even a little harder.

Although he had made a commendable show at controlling his hormones in front of the teen on campus, the first thing Levi did when he got home was sprint to his couch, unzip his pants, and stroked his erection to the thoughts of what he would have had loved to have done to the boy right there in his office—envisioning the scene vividly in his mind…

Walking up to his naughty student slumped on the floor, Levi pulled Eren up by a fist full of hair off the rough carpet only high enough to drag the brunet on hands and knees to the front of his desk. Wasting no time, he then vehemently launched the misbehaved teen face first onto the top of the hard wood before he reached around the boy's waist to next undo the button of his jeans and subsequently stripped them and the youth's briefs down his thighs. With a firm hand, Levi spanked Eren's bare, plump cheeks and elated in the shocked yelp springing from the brunet's mouth. Continuously, he drummed on muscle with remorseless blows until the skin atop turned a cherry red and the sounds of reprimand mixed with the purrs of Eren's moaning cries. With his other hand, exhibiting talented motions between the strikes while keeping the tempo, he relieved his hard appendage from his own fabric confinements and lightly stroked it for a minute as he admired the sight before him. With every slap of Levi's palm, the boy's asscheeks radiated brighter and brighter, yet the unrestrained youth did not show any signs of protest nor contest. Instead, the excitement of the brunet was very visibly hanging heavily hard between his legs. And Levi wet his lips at the erotically tantalizing meal being offered.

Therefore, after he was satisfied with the color he painted on taunt skin and had Eren in a whining mess, Levi cooled his now burning hand with the saliva of his own tongue. He then stepped both feet right behind the brunet, and with his other hand, he fisted chocolate locks and forced the student's face to kiss the desk. Once the hold was overpoweringly secured, Levi grasped his harden rod with his spit laced palm, mixing the liquid with that of his weeping appendage's, and immediately afterwards, he thrusted his bulging plumb into the boy's ruffled pink target, causing the teen to jolt his pelvis off the desk from the powerful intrusion. Levi restrained the brunet further by pressing the palm of his hand down on the teen's tailbone while minutely he pumped his cock until it was completely sheathed inside the warm, quaking cavern. Tugging on Eren's hair with fervent indulgence, Levi took everything he had been craving because of the boy's behavior out on his asshole, and persistently, he rammed his stiff rod fully in and out the teen's compacted channel again and again. Both muffled cries of pain and cries of pleasure stung Levi's ears, and the sounds only excited the noirette more, fuelling him to gain more speed with every thrashing pass of his firm hips.

Stepping his feet wider, Levi slid the hand clasping the boy's hair down to find purchase around his neck. And removing his hand on the tailbone, he tilted his body to lean farther over the youth, holding down the teen with his body weight. Positioned in this new arrangement, he once again started spanking the boy's ass sporadically with his right hand while he continued to briskly jet his cock back and forth within the enthrallingly addictive hole.

When he felt the burning once again on his palm, the noirette reached up and grasped Eren's left wrist and forced it to bend behind the brunet's back before he also tightened his hold round the teen's neck. Levi's slacks had long fallen down to his ankles, allowing him to spread his legs wider than the ass he was still mercilessly carving into, and he tugged his frame completely over the body cushion currently on top his desk. With his feet barely touching the floor, Levi used the boy's body like an anchor as clapping sounds echoed round the room from the powerful blows of his hips slapping rapidly on taut cheeks. Like an expert rigger, he drilled his dick down his student's wanton ring at the perfect angle and hit pay dirt, causing Eren to yell out in delight.

With panting breathe over the teen's ear, "That's how a slut wants to be fucked," he hissed as he potently reinforced the grips of his hands using all the weighted strength he possessed and crushed the boy even harsher into the unyielding wood, "However, a sexual deviant like you needs more." Instantaneously with full, violent thrusts, Levi dominantly jackhammered into Eren's fuck tunnel with total abandon.

Lost in a euphoric haze, he could hear the teen speaking but could not make out the words. The only language Levi understood right now was eight inches deep and hitting like a freight train. Drunk on raging ecstasy, Levi propelled his groin at a blasting pace as his cock excavated the insides of Eren's asswalls, relentlessly fucking the laboriously tight cock-sleeve of the sobbing boy beneath him long after it had become loose from unrelenting use.

Ensnared by rapture, he put all of his physical strength into chasing the high building in his body, causing the desk underneath to rattle as it strained to stay in place. Working his abs and back muscles intensely, he explosively crashed his ass down repeatedly as he incessantly hurtled his cast-iron cock vigorously into the boy's overwhelmingly sinful and gratifying fuckhole. The minutes seemed to fly by as fast as the pounding of his pelvis, and Levi could not suppress the animalistic urge any longer. He slid his hand from Eren's neck to his shoulder; And then with his mouth wide open, Levi launched his teeth into Eren's nape and bit down with everything his jaws had, slicing through its soft covering—and once his teeth were embedded into delicate, torn skin, they never left.

With an anewed, erratic oscillation, demandingly, Levi impelled every inch of his rock hard pleasure-pole rigorously within the teen's already battered and swollen asswalls whilst every recoil of his rocking hips caused his teeth to dig further into tender tissue. Levi's body violently shook as his muscles struggled to keep up with the euphoria coursing through his veins as his being consumed the entirety of the flesh underneath him. And with his mouth eating Eren's neck and Eren's ass eating his dick, Levi rose to the pinnacle of corporal contentment. He bucked back, pulling out his engorged member to the bulb, and then powerfully, Levi jammed his cock balls-deep into Eren's asshole, cementing his steel fuck rod amply within the boy's cum dumpster until it bountifully and satisfyingly painted the brat's insides white…

In the end, Levi's vision blanked out from cumming so hard, leaving him shocked. He had never thought to be so cruel while having sex before, but since those fucking nightmarish dreams, and with Eren—who was proving to be a more than willing victim—constantly pushing both his right and wrong buttons, he could feel the need seeping from his bones and rising up to his flesh.

Even though Eren promised to be on his best behavior, but knowing it was more likely not, Levi didn't think he would have enough self-control to stop if the freshman decided to get handsy in such a private setting. However, Levi did not want to disappoint the boy with an outright "No" because he was unsure of his own behavior. "Sorry to break it to you, but I have band stuff to do today." He wasn't actually lying. Even though Hanji had skipped town, it didn't negate the fact that Levi still had things he needed to discuss with Mike.

Hearing this, Eren was a mix of disappointment and excitement at the same time. He was disappointed that Levi had turned him down but was excited because Levi had mentioned the band which meant two things. First, Levi was really letting him in his private life, and secondly, this meant that the band would be putting out something new soon. "Well if you are so busy with the band today, why did you call me?"

This made Levi think. What was his reason to call Eren? But for all the possible reasons, it was the simplest that had escaped him—he just wanted to hear the sound of the teen's voice. "Because I wanted to tell you personally that I detest those types of messages. Next time you have something to ask me, just ask it out right or don't ask at all. It's a waste of time having to respond to the same thing twice. Tch. and I called you because of the same reason. If we would have been texting, this would have been at least a 30 minute conversation. And I don't have time for that today."

"Oh. Well, sorry to bother you and take up so much of your time." Eren replied.

Even though Levi could not see the brunet, the noirette already knew that the teen had a pout on his face. "I'm still going to see you in class tomorrow, right?"

Eren paused for a breath to let out a deep sigh, "Yeah."

"And will I be seeing you in my office in the afternoon, say around 1500?"

This question confused Eren for a moment until the light went off. "Are you telling me to come visit you tomorrow afternoon?"

"Maybe."

Eren wanted to slam his head into the fogged over glass mirror. There was that fucking reply again. This man had to be the most aggravating, contradicting, and difficult mother fucker he had ever met. First, instructing him that when they were on campus they were just student and teacher, and now, the same man was asking him to meet up with him in his office almost like it was a date… or was it the same man? Looking back on it, Levi was definitely acting differently. This whole conversation was so unexpected and unlike every other one they had had. Levi was being more open with him, but he could tell the man was still being cautious about it. "Well I'm gonna have to wait and see just how much homework my demanding psych professor gives me first. You see, the man can be quite anal with his due dates."

Levi's lips twitched in a half smile, and he released a lazy amused huff from Eren's jab at his teaching style. Deciding to keep the game going, he responded, "I think I know exactly what type of professor you are talking about. Well, hopefully the man will be able to get the stick out of his ass for at least one day."

"Yeah. That would really be a sight to see," Eren said with laughter coloring his words.

"Indeed it would. But regardless I have to go hammer out the details for the band's next release. I'll see you tomorrow." …. "Oh and enjoy the rest of your shower."

"I hadn't planned on doing that!"

Click

For the second time today, Levi had been hung up on. Only this time he stared at his phone with an entertained snicker and shook his head for a moment when the message alert dinged mere seconds later and displayed on top of his screen.

-ASSHOLE

A/N: I know it was a good chunk of plot. Sorry if it sucked. I might rewrite/re-edit this chapter for the fourth time later on.

And I promise I'll try to do better in the next chapter.

Hope to see you again next time.