Eren

Eren was sitting at the passenger seat at Zeke's red cadillac. The boy was waiting for his brother. Zeke was currently talking with two men in the dark alley, just in front of the car. Only the headlights of the vehicles was litting up the gloom. Just looking at the faces of two men, he could tell that something was not right. If he had to bet on something, he would say that there was some problem with the cash.

The boy sighed, then looked up to peer into the rearview mirror. He saw a black car parked a bit further. Galliards brothers, Marcel and Porco, was watching over them today, and probably Pieck, who had been accompanied them lately. The members of the "Titans" group were the most effective protection Grisha could ever wish for. They didn't ask too many questions, each of them was properly trained, and the money took care of any problem.

Eren also saw the reflection of his face in the rearview mirror, which made reality hit him with the force of a tsunami. He couldn't believe he was here with Zeke, supporting the family business. Not that long time ago he was sure that he would never get involved in this mess and he would escape to another country, leaving the dramas of the Yaeger family far behind himself...

But then everything changed. After Mikasa and Armin became Grisha's pawns, he had to make many difficult decisions.

And nothing would ever be the same as before.

Eren heard a noise in front of him. When he looked there, he saw Zeke kicking one of the dealers who was suddenly lying on the ground. The other man was looking at it in horror, waving his arms and shouting something. Eren hesitated for a moment, but finally opened the door and looked outside.

"…this is the last-fucking-time you are late with payment…Got it, bitch?!" Zeke growled, then stopped with the kicking and looked at the scared guy, who was standing motionless. The latter nodded quickly, obviously afraid that he would get hurt too. He groaned in fear when Zeke reached out and… patted his cheek. The man's fear made the elder Yaeger laugh.

Before he left, Zeke reached for the duffle bag full of money and gave one last kick to the dealer lying on the sidewalk. The man let out a painful cry.

Then Yaeger spun on his heel and stalked towards the car, whistling softly. When he saw Eren standing by, he lifted the corner of his mouth.

Zeke was wearing dark pants with a gold belt and a red long-sleeved shirt with a black vest. He adorned his exposed neck with several gold chains that completed his menacing, yet tasteful image. Zeke liked to look good and that was what he and Grisha had in common. Eren, on the other hand, was wearing a brown jacket over a plain gray t-shirt today, and blue jeans with holes at the knees. For him, appearance wasn't that much important.

Well, the hair was an exception.

"What's up? Did you want to join me?" Zeke asked, throwing the bag to him. Eren deftly grasped it, feeling its weight. He had no idea how much cash was inside… He could only guess that is was a lot. Zeke looked back just in time to see one of the guy was helping the other, the beaten one, to get up. "You know, Eren, if you want to, we can have some more fun. If this cunt can stand up, I must have spared him a bit…"

"We should go" the younger man muttered, packing the bag inside the car and then looking at his older brother. "Zeke, we've got a few more places to visit, and it's getting late".

Zeke sighed. He spun on his heel and got into the car, closing the door behind him loudly. Eren also sat back and fastened his seatbelt.

"Why do you always have to be so fucking serious?" The older Yaeger asked, starting the car with a screech of tires. He entered the traffic, while ignoring other vehicles. They heard a loud horn, but then Zeke stepped on the gas pedal, leaving the annoyed driver far behind.

"I just want to return home today."

"I never have any fun with you..." Zeke sighed again. He drove on the left side of the two-lane highway, every now and then overtaking the car that appeared in front of them. "Hope you will finally get up some steam".

"Take me with you more often, and maybe I will" Eren replied, giving his brother a smile. Zeke must have taken his statement sincerely, because he burst out with loud laugh and reached out to pat Eren on the shoulder.

"If that's what you say, brother, so be it. I'll talk to Grisha. Hope you can show some initiative at last".

Eren was pondering the right answer, while Zeke added:

"Well, your birthday is coming soon". Suddenly the man laughed loudly. "Oh shit, I'm sure Grisha will have the best surprise in the world for you! I will never forget my eighteenth birthday. Too bad you were a kid back then. You should have seen it".

Zeke suddenly turned left. Eren felt a strong tug. Fortunately, he used the seat belts before, which kept him in spot. He saw in the side mirror the black car was still following them.

"You know, kid, if you want to prove yourself, now it's your turn to take over the cash. What do you think?" Zeke glanced at him. Round glasses flashed in the dim light. "Don't be afraid, if something happens, I have your back. And we are not alone".

The car rolled over the uneven road and finally stopped in front of a forest clearing. They saw a sport car parked there with two people standing by the vehicle.

Eren tried not to show any nervousness. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to his brother's suggestion. If it was up to him, he would never get in this car, he would never accompanied Zeke, and most of all, he would never pushed himself into this sick business. However... He was here for a specific purpose. Zeke was giving him the opportunity he had been waiting for.

He had to take it. Regardless of the consequences.

"I'll to it" the boy replied, combed his long hair behind his ears.

"Okay. So, you speak, I watch" Zeke added before he turned off the engine.

The brothers got out of the car and walked slowly towards the waiting men. The black SUV stopped a couple of meters away, not to disturb, but to be a warning if any of the dealers went crazy.

Eren stopped walking and immediately reached his hand for the money. One of the men handed him the bag. The boy went to the hood of the car, threw the bag on it and started counting cash. He could feel Zeke's gaze on him. Eren was sure that Zeke was counting the money with him. Math was never his strong point, but he didn't have to be proficient at math to see that there was not enough cash. The boy swallowed, feeling his pulse speeding up. In what on earth did he get himself into…?

He glanced shortly at his older brother, and as he thought, Zeke looked as he already knew everything. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow expectantly. His expression said, "What are you waiting for, little brother?"

Eren frowned, then took a few steps to the closest dealer. The man was shorter than him, although he was definitely much older. He had brown, disheveled hair that haven't seen a barber for a long time. And also the conditioner. The thin, frightened face paled completely as Eren paused in front of the dealer, glaring at him.

"Ten thousand is missing. Can't you count?!" He asked in a gruff tone, trying to look as convincingly as possible. He could still feel Zeke's gaze on his neck.

"We had a little problem... We were sure you know" replied the man Eren stopped in front of. He looked at his friend, who nodded confirmingly.

"Our friend got caught. The police arrested him and took some of the stuff" the other dealer quickly explained, staring at Yaeger brothers. He was scratching his head and neck all the time, nervously. "Your lawyer will take care of him, but the stuff is gone forever".

Eren looked quickly at his older brother. Zeke just shrugged his shoulders, smiling wider. "I knew that already, and so what? You have to deal with this on your own".

The dealer who was standing closer to Eren squeacked softly, as the boy grabbed him by the collar and pressed him hard against the car. The man hit the sheet metal with his back, staring at the taller young man.

"And that is the reason my father has to lose his money?" Eren hissed, narrowing his eyes dangerously as he stared darkly at the dealer.

There was a soft whistle behind them.

"Yes! Fucking shit, man, this is it!" Zeke called suddenly. "Here you go, kid. Use this!"

Zeke walked over to his brother and handed him a cool, heavy object.

Eren felt as if time frozed.

He saw a small silver pistol gleaming in the pale light of the parked cars. Zeke was saying something, but Eren couldn't hear him. His ears were full of a loud hum that must have come from the blood in his veins being pumped madly by his galloping heart.

This couldn't be happening…

He moved his gaze from the gun to the face of the man he was still holding by the collar. He noticed that the knuckles of his own hand turned white as he gripped the fabric of man's shirt with all his strength. The dealer's eyes widened with fear. Apparently, he must have misinterpreted the fear on Eren's face as a sign of danger. In the distance they heard the car's door slam. The Gaillard brothers probably wanted to see this unusual scene up close.

"No! Please!" The man shouted. The other dealer took a few steps back, unsure what was about to happen.

Eren swallowed and tried to gather his thoughts. After a while, with a trembling hand, he brought the pistol he was holding to the head of the man who, like himself, was trembling with fear.

"P-pay us the rest, and nobody get hurt. Here, right now" Eren muttered softly, well aware of how low and uncertain his voice sounded. The fear in man's eyes was replaced by surprise and then understanding. Zeke, standing a few steps behind Eren, let out an exasperated groan.

"Huuh? Eren, can you speak louder? I can't hear anything".

The boy didn't answer. After a while he let go of the dealer. The man quickly jumped to his car. Zeke automatically reached for the second pistol he had hidden in his vest. It was not necessary, however. After a while the man emerged from inside the car, crumpled cash in his hands. He was counting the money nervously, his hands were shaking.

After a moment the man looked at his partner. The other dealer reached into his own wallet, though very reluctantly. He took everything he had from it and handed it to the man, then went back to scratching his forearms.

"That's all I have right now. We'll give back the rest next time, I promise" The dealer with tousled hair muttered humbly. He looked at Eren with hope in his eyes and handed him the crumpled money.

Eren nodded. He put the cash in a bag, then handed it to Zeke. Zeke took over the package. He didn't move towards the car, however, but looked at Eren again and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Do you think it's enough? I don't think so, kid".

The boy bit his lower lip. He really thought it was all over… The weapon felt horribly heavy. He felt as he was only the seconds away from dropping it to the ground. It seemed to weigh a ton.

His gaze wandered to the dealer with tousled hair, still standing close by. The man looked back, apparently also hoping that it was over.

Well, not with Zeke.

Eren swiftly slipped the gun into his jacket pocket, then grabbed the dealer by the arms. Before the man could do anything, Eren pulled him towards the car, smashing his head against the window. A loud clang disturbed the silence, glass spurted in all directions, and several pieces hurt the skin of the boy's hand.

Eren felt no pain. All he felt was the urge to vomit. He had to use all his strength to suppress the urge to throw up. His wide eyes stared at the scene he just initiated. Shattered glass particles, the torso of a motionless man sticking out of the car window… Suddenly he heard something that made him want to cry - it was the soft groan of a man he had hurt.

He was still alive.

Eren stepped back and clenched his fists with all his might. He managed to overcome both the wave of nausea and the tears that were pressing into his eyes. He kept his cool so that he could look at Zeke. There was a faint approval on his brother's face, and even more. Zeke was smiling broadly as he stroked his chin thoughtfully. Then he waved his hand at Eren and headed for the car.

Eren clumsily followed him. He had this strange feeling as if his legs were made of cotton wool. Only after a few steps he remembered how to walk. When he got into the car and closed the door behind him, he immediately reached for the pistol that was in his pocket. He pulled it out and handed it to Zeke.

His brother started the car and shook his head when he saw the gun.

"You can keep it".

Eren barely suppressed a groan. Zeke's offer was the last thing he had hoped for that night, but he had no choice. This meant his brother was proud of him and even more – he trusted him.

The boy put the gun back in his pocket.

"Well done, kiddo" Zeke muttered, then slapped Eren on the back of his head and laughed out loud. "I can bet this cunt pissed himself".

They stopped by the black SUV. Two men in black leather jackets were leaning against the hood of the vehicle. One was blond, the other was redhead. The window in the back seat was open and the head of a pretty woman with long black hair was sticking out of it.

"Eren, good job!" said Porco, the blond man sitting on the left. "We are impressed with your commitment".

"Zeke, I have a feeling that the student will soon surpass his master" said Porco's older brother, Marcel. He had a slightly upturned nose and was well built. In one hand he held a submachine gun that rested in his lap.

"I hope so" Zeke replied, grinning at Eren. Then he looked at the woman who had been silent so far. "Hi there, Pieck. What are you doing tonight?".

"Certainly nothing with you" the girl muttered sleepily and raised the corner of her mouth. "If I were you, I'd give up. You're not my type".

Zeke sighed.

"Ice cold as always... Well, see you at home. Of course, only if you can catch up with us".

"Is that a challenge?" Porco asked, jumping off the mask. Pieck stuck her tongue out at Zeke, then slid the window down.

Zeke laughed and hit the gas pedal as he started forward.

"Two more spots and we're going to have a drink, what do you say, brother?"

Elder Yaeger turned on the radio, still laughing. Eren nodded, forcing a slight smile. He looked out the window at the world, which moved fast before his eyes as the car accelerated. He felt his hands still tremble slightly. He couldn't believe that he had to hurt a stranger with those hands.

What would Mikasa say if she witnessed this scene? Would she change her mind about him? What would Armin do? Would he understand that Eren had no choice, or would he consider him as crazy as Zeke?

How would Levi, Erwin, Hanji and Mike react? Would they still wanted his help?

Eren clenched his fists tightly, trying to calm his trembling hands. He noticed parts of glass still piercing his skin. He began to slowly pull them out of the wounds that were thankfully not deep.

A thought suddenly occurred to him. He was curious at what point of his life he was now participating… Was he closer to the end of it all, or was it still the beginning of this nightmare?

Levi

The bar was crowded and noisy at this late hour. So damn noisy… Levi usually went to places like this surrounded by friends, but this evening all of them, Erwin, Mike and Hanji, were busy. Each of the detectives had their own life, his own friends and family.

Everyone except for him.

Was he already an workaholic if he had no friends outside his workplace?

Even though the bar was noisy, he didn't mind that much that evening. Sometimes he needed to change his empty, silent surroundings to something else.

He drank a few drinks until the people in the pub began to leave. It was a sign for him that he should also go back to his place. He should water a few plants before the midnight, and beside of that, he had to get up to work in the morning.

Before he get up, he met the gaze of a man who was sitting a few chairs away, staring at him. Levi hesitated, not knowing what were the intentions behind that look. After a while he had a hint. The man smiled at him. His smile reminded Ackerman of one smile he knew very well… Or was it his imagination? The man had black hair, combed back, and a rectangular, handsome face.

Levi did not smile back, but nodded almost imperceptibly to at least say hello. He did not expect the man to rise from his seat and then sit next to him.

"You have a nice speed. It's already the fourth?" Asked the stranger, pointing to the glass of scarlet liquid, which Levi held, as always with his fingers from the top. Though Hanji had pointed out to him repeatedly that it was impractical gesture, he couldn't break this habit.

"The fifth" Levi replied, then raised his glass to his lips and took a sip of the drink. The man studied his face, especially looking at his mouth, which was moving while he swallowed.

This made Levi sure what the man's intentions were.

He was okay with it.

Twenty minutes later the handsome man from the bar pushed him onto the wide bed.

Levi did not invite strangers to his house, so he agreed to the man's offer that they would go to his apartment. He had to admit it was a good choice, the place was neat and very tidy. Ackerman would definitely cleaned this flat a way better… But well, that would have to be enough.

Levi took off his pants and underwear, then took care of the buttons on his shirt, glancing at the stranger leaning over him, who was also taking off his clothes. When they were both naked, the man covered him with his body and clung to his mouth passionately.

Levi felt kisses on his lips, neck, torso, he felt passionate bites on his bare shoulders and chest. After a moment, the man turned him to make him lay on his stomach. Levi was just waiting for it. He closed his eyes, feeling cool fingers moisten his entrance with some slippery substance whose effect was obvious. After a moment, strong hands tightened on Levi's shoulders, and a hard, warm penis slid between his buttocks, filling him entirely. He groaned loudly, allowing the stranger to dominate. The man was entering him quickly, don't bothering himself with unnecessary tenderness. It suited Levi well. It was only a physical act, pure satisfying of the needs, nothing more.

As always, he couldn't help but imagined that it was Erwin fucking him. Levi closed his eyes just before he came. He shouted one, specific name in his thoughts.

When he got home in the middle of the night, he took a shower, watered the flowers, and then settled down in his own bed. And although he felt tired, his head was heavy with the alcohol he had drunk, and he felt a burning sensation between his legs, which will surely make him unable to walk tomorrow, he knew that he would not fall asleep.

The silence around him seemed to scream.