Hello everyone! Happy Thursday, sorry this is so late.

Yeah I won't lie I have had a fucked up week. I'm okay and the situation is going to be fine, but fuck if it didn't take my feet out from under me for a few days, so if this chapter is fucked up, that's why, and I'm really sorry. If I'd had more time I'd have given it some more love, but, you know, shit happens. I still think it's okay and I hope you guys all like it regardless. Did you know that you can cut your eyes crying? Truly, my eyes are fucked all the way up right now.

Speaking of crying injuries, I at least had an awesome time on Saturday at an emo party with my BFF! Happy Gemini Season indeed!

So this chapter, more rough sex, YAY! I remember writing the first draft of this last summer on the train to and from this surf camp I did out in Rockaway. Learning to surf was so much fun, and my commute gave me so much writing time which was super useful, though I got the worst sunburn I've ever had in my life. I've never been burned that badly because I'm usually so vigilant about sunscreen (I'm a pasty bitch, I have to be) but my sunscreen was not as waterproof as I'd hoped. RIP. It was worth it though, I can't wait to get back in the water this year! Do any of you know how to surf?

Ahh last June, such a simpler time.

Anyway, enjoy Eren getting railed, I know I do!

For the vibes! Listen to BLOODSPORT by HOURHOUSE. They're so fantastic, go support them so they go on tour!

I think that's it, enjoy~

Eren's hands wouldn't stop shaking. He hadn't slept at all the night before and he'd drunk way too much coffee this morning. He could barely hold onto the soap as he scrubbed himself clean under the hot shower. The fresh cuts on the back of his hand had mostly scabbed over, and though they still stung, that pain was nothing to his full body ache for Levi. With a little moan, Eren looked down at the erection he'd had since he'd come in here to get ready. He could take care of it now, obviously, but he was too impatient to get back to Levi, whose touch would feel better anyway.

Twenty minutes later, Eren was washed and dressed with his overnight bag slung over his shoulder. He rushed down the stairs, but paused at the door of the kitchen where his mother was loading the dishwasher. His father and Mikasa had left for work and school already. "Mom?" She turned.

"Yes?" Her voice was hoarse.

"I'm staying at Armin's tonight."

"Oh," she said, then cleared her throat. "You're leaving now?" Eren nodded. "Wait one second?" Eren rolled his eyes, but stayed put as she closed the dishwasher and started it with a small beep. She then wiped her hands on the crumpled dish cloth on the counter and approached him. "When are you coming home?"

"I dunno, when he has to go work tomorrow probably."

"I see." Her face fell very slightly, but fortunately she didn't ask anything else. However, she did smooth the strands of hair that wouldn't stay in his bun off his face.

"Mom, don't," he muttered, trying to shrug her off.

"Have a good time. I love you," she told him, when she finally took her hand away. Eren rolled his eyes again, but grunted,

"I love you too," and bolted from the house.

It was another blisteringly hot day and his hands were still shaking as he put his headphones on, turned up his music and texted Levi,

on my way

and Armin,

you can still cover for me right?

Yeah

thanks

Chat bubbles appeared, disappeared and reappeared again, but by the time Eren got on the F, Armin still hadn't actually replied. He changed the song and leaned against the door of the train car with his eyes closed against the bright light. However, the air conditioning, loud music and forward momentum felt good, and in no time he was sprinting up the grimy stairs at the Essex Street station. His heart swelled at the sight of Levi's building, blocking his throat so he could barely give the apartment number to the suited doorman.

Hands shaking worse than ever, he took the elevator up, and when the mirrored doors finally opened onto Levi's floor, the world seemed to close in around him, shrinking his vision to what was right in front of him, urging him forward. He walked down the hall with no idea how fast he was going, and even his music seemed to grow fainter, until he saw Levi leaning against his open door frame. He was dressed in another pair of black jeans, this time paired with a button down that hugged his chest in all the right places. Eren paused to take his headphones off and shove them into his bag with his phone, then reached for Levi with a little moan of longing.

Levi braced for impact as Eren came towards him like a tsunami, dressed in slim fitting jeans and t-shirt with a kind of upside down gold pentagram across the front. Levi took a slow breath in, then, acting from that same deep, instinctual place as last time, seized Eren's arm and pulled him over the threshold. Eren cried out and stumbled, but managed to stay upright as Levi slammed the door and grabbed a fistful of his shirt to pull him forward. Almost nose to nose, Levi could smell his shampoo, his clean skin, his desire, and knew another pull in his chest as he felt himself get hard.

"The fuck is this? You can't even pretend to be polite first?" Vaguely, Levi remembered some plan to pause and examine his feelings and instincts this time, but now, with Eren actually in front of him and wanting him so badly, that seemed a stupid idea.

"S-sorry," Eren gasped.

"Don't lie," Levi snapped, and with the sensation of stepping willingly into a riptide, kissed Eren on the mouth. Eren groaned and his mind blanked blissfully as his whole body lit up with sensation. He dropped his bag onto the floor beside them and threw his arms around Levi's neck, clawing at the back of his shirt. Levi wrapped his other arm around Eren's waist and pulled him flush up against him. His kiss was as sloppy and his touch was as crude as he remembered, but just like last time it aroused him as much as it repulsed him. He shoved his thigh between Eren's legs and broke their kiss to ask in a low, but very excited, growl, "Did you get hard in my fucking elevator?" Eren gave a strangled laugh.

"Yeah," he gasped, nosing at Levi's neck and inhaling his now familiar smell with a flood of relief. "And on the train, and in the shower before I came over here-"

Levi turned sharply to kiss him on the lips again, and he moaned gratefully into his mouth. Levi then held him even closer, letting go of his shirt to press his hands up under it. Eren arched into the touch, then cried out softly as Levi dragged his nails down his back, not enough to break skin but fuck if it wasn't promising. Levi pulled out of their kiss eventually, though he continued to hold Eren in place with his hands, thighs and voice. "You want it that bad huh?" he breathed against his lips.

"Yeah," replied Eren, shameless as ever, and it gave Levi another weird rush and sent more blood to his already full erection. He pulled away to look Eren in the face properly, and god he was even prettier than he remembered. His cheeks were flushed with the arousal he could feel against his thigh and his lips were already swollen, but it was his eyes, always his fucking eyes, blue green and demanding and so, so beautiful.

"You want me to fuck you?" Levi asked, quietly, and Eren closed his eyes in a soft moan at the prospect.

"Fuck! Yes, that's all I've been thinking about!"

"You little slut…"

"Yes!" agreed Eren. He tried to kiss Levi, but he seized his hair and yanked him back.

"You want it rough?" he asked. Eren shuddered and stared Levi hard in the face for a moment, his eyes blazing and lip curling. He took hold of Levi's free wrist, brought it around and pressed his hand up against his throat. "Jesus fucking Christ," Levi gasped, feeling the throb of Eren's arousal, indeed of his pulse, up his arm and into his chest, flooding his belly with heat and making his erection twitch.

Eren swallowed against Levi's strong hand, then smiled. "I told you to rough me up," he said, half a reminder, half a demand, and Levi's erection twitched again. "You can slap me too!"

"Are you sure?" Levi asked, deadly serious, his palm growing hot against Eren's throat.

"Yes!" replied Eren impatiently, because why would he say something like that if he wasn't sure? With a huffy, bratty sigh, he continued, "If I want you to stop I'll say red, okay? Then you stop."

"I know what a safeword is, you kinky little puke," Levi shot back. Eren's heart swelled in his chest and he smiled again, which, even in such a position and making such demands, made him look almost innocent.

"If I can't speak," he continued, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as the thought shot right to his erection, "I'll do this." He held up his other hand and made a peace sign. Levi just stared at him for a few seconds, then tightened his grip around Eren's throat. He closed his eyes and moaned, "Yeah…" The gentle pressure, like the scratches, held so much promise. He opened his eyes and stared Levi hard in the face. "Fuck me up."

Levi pulled Eren forward and kissed him on the lips, thrusting his tongue into his mouth and pressing his fingers into the sides of his neck. Any thoughts were washed completely away by Eren's arousal and energy; all he knew was his body, his desire, his need to bend Eren over and fuck him till he couldn't walk.

He pulled out of the kiss and shoved Eren from him, and though he cried out in surprise, his eyes flashed excitedly. "Get your ass to my room," said Levi. Eren rushed to obey, kicking off his shoes and sprinting down the hall on shaking legs. Levi followed at a distance, his eyes glued to his ass and thinking how good he was going to look split on his dick, how amazing he'd sound taking him deep, because he was entirely confident he could make him scream without pain.

Eren and Levi crossed the threshold and faced each other, sharing a thrill of arousal at everything that was about to happen. Eren reached for Levi, but, "Undress." With an excited gasp, he grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it off. He tossed it over his shoulder and Levi bit back an approving moan as he took in his strong chest, toned muscles, lines of his hip bones. Eren felt Levi's gaze burning and undid his jeans at once, giving him a knowing look as he slid them down with his underwear. Levi's eyes immediately fixed upon his erection, hard and wanting and oozing from the tip. He stepped forward and took hold of it, his lip twitching as Eren's entire body stiffened and his toes curled against the floor. "Are you always this reactive?" asked Levi, half repulsed, half impressed.

"Yeah," replied Eren in another utterly shameless moan that made Levi's erection throb.

"No wonder you get off on all this weird shit," Levi continued, stroking him up and down slowly, teasingly. Eren threw his head back as the sensation lit up every nerve of his body, groaning,

"Tell me how fucked up I am."

"Fuck me," growled Levi, letting go of Eren's erection to shove him backwards. His breath caught in his chest as the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he fell onto the soft blankets. Levi nudged his legs apart to stand between them, then raised one muscular leg and stepped on his erection.

"Oh fuck!" Eren cried, his entire body shuddering as hot arousal surged up inside him, setting his mind and body on fire. "Yeah! More!"

"Jesus," muttered Levi, his stomach twisting and erection twitching against the inside of his jeans. "I've heard of being a cute, bratty type into all this shit," he said, increasing the pressure, "but you're just a sick, dirty fuck."

"Ow- yes!" Eren agreed, nodding and looking down to watch Levi roll his foot against his erection, making it twitch and ooze precum onto his belly. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Levi's ankle, digging his fingers into the soft skin behind the bones, caressing his strong calf encased in denim, then shifted his hips, trying to get more friction as he looked challengingly up into Levi's face. "Tch…" Keeping his foot where it was, he unbuttoned his shirt and set it aside. Eren dug his fingers into his calf, drinking in his powerful chest, broad shoulders and narrow hips with a needy groan. Levi's lip curled, Eren's gaze making him feel like he was being x-rayed, and palmed himself through his pants. "Do you drool over everyone like this?" he asked, conversationally, pushing his foot harder against Eren.

"Ah- only the ones who can give me what I want," he replied, his lip also curling.

"People who will fuck you up, you mean?" Eren shuddered and his eyes flashed as frustration erupted suddenly inside him.

"Yes! Are you gonna do it or not?!" he demanded, and Levi was on top of him before either of them realized what was happening. He seized Eren's arms and pinned them above his head, straddling his hips and bearing down upon him with a glare that Eren felt deep in his chest.

"Keep running your mouth and I'll send you home," said Levi, calmly, but the threat was clear and made Eren shudder violently, his erection throbbing and eyes widening fearfully. Considering his point made, Levi kissed him hard on the lips. Eren melted against him in relief, and for a moment he was completely at his mercy and it felt fucking incredible, but then Levi withdrew just enough to bite down on his bottom lip. He'd just wanted to suck it gently, but Eren pulled away sharply and Levi felt his teeth scrape and break skin. "Oh fuck-" but Eren just kissed him again with a low, needy moan, the sting sharp and focusing and perfect.

Levi made a small noise of disgust as he tasted Eren's blood, though he experienced new arousal like a headrush and oh fuck all he wanted was more. He kissed him deeper for who knew how long, then, with the sensation of emerging from deep water, pulled away. They stared at each other, bloody, gasping and wanting. Levi's lips were parted lustfully and his eyes were dark and desirous. All Eren wanted was him inside, to get fucked senseless, to feel everything.

Eren's lip was swollen, his cheeks were flushed and eyes were desperate. It was disgusting, horrifying even, but more exciting than Levi could have imagined. He let go of one of Eren's wrists to seize a fistfull of his hair, pulled his head to the side and sank his teeth into the soft skin above his collar bone.

Eren cried out and thrust his hips up against Levi, his free hand grabbing at his upper back, scratching at his shoulders. Levi arched into the sensation and kept going, kissing and sucking and biting all the way up Eren's neck to his ear. He then let go of his hair to finally take hold of his erection instead. "Oh fuck," Eren moaned, thrusting up into the intimate touch. His toes curled as Levi began to stroke him, hard and fast and deliberate. "Oh fuck, Levi, I-"

"Close already?" Levi breathed in his ear before biting down on it. Eren just moaned in answer, his erection stiffening in Levi's hand. "Mm," he agreed, pausing to rub his thumb around the tip, spreading the precum oozing from it with each twitch. Eren shifted awkwardly beneath him, trying to resist, but Levi's hands and mouth felt so good.

"Levi, wait, I-"

"What?" he asked, impatiently, still stroking him but pulling away to look him in the face. Heat rushed up Eren's neck and he dug his fingers into Levi's upper back.

"You're gonna make me come if you, oh fuck!" Levi rubbed his thumb in a painfully teasing circle again and Eren's entire body stiffened, his arousal seizing him a vice grip.

"You what?" Levi asked, his tone still soft but his command all the more penetrating. However, Eren stared back at him defiantly.

"I wanna come while you're fucking me!" Levi closed his eyes and bit back a soft gasp, the surge of Eren's desire and power almost overwhelming. However, he just started to move his hand again, and before Eren could argue,

"You will." Eren's eyes widened, the words making his heart and erection throb painfully.

"I-"

"You will," Levi repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument, and kissed Eren on the lips. Eren's thighs shook as the arousal built to the bursting point inside him, and he cried out as he released all over his belly and chest and Levi's hand. Levi pleased and kissed him through it, biting down on his torn lower lip and sucking it tenderly before pulling away.

Eren stared up at him with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks, then let out a hard, desperate cry. Coming relieved his need for maybe a fraction of a second, but now he was only hotter, more turned on, more desperate for Levi. His body, mind and heart demanded more, but before he could actually say anything, Levi dragged his fingers through the cum on his belly and chest and shoved them into his mouth. "Mm!" Eren's eyes fell closed for a moment and he sucked obediently, caressing Levi's fingers with his tongue. Levi's erection throbbed and his heart squeezed as they locked eyes. He spread his fingers against his tongue, then pushed them out against the insides of his cheeks and teeth. Eren's deflating erection twitched hopefully and Levi gave a soft laugh.

"Sick fuck," he said, almost affectionately, taking his fingers away. He seized a fistfull of tissues from the box on his bedside table and wiped Eren clean. Goosebumps erupted up Eren's arms and his nipples hardened at the sensation, and when he was completely clean he stretched like a cat, rolled over onto his side and rubbed his cheeks against the sheets, inhaling the comforting smell, though it did nothing to calm him and he moaned desperately again. "You okay?" Levi asked, throwing the tissues away. Eren's eyes snapped open. He nodded, but shifted his hips against the bed and reached out to hook his fingers into one of Levi's belt loops, his expression demanding. "You don't need a second?"

"Fuck no, keep going!" Levi made a contemptuous noise and pulled open his bedside table drawer. Heat flooded Eren's belly as he watched Levi, silhouetted by the afternoon sunlight peeking through the curtained windows, extract a condom and bottle of lube and place them on the bedside table.

'It's been a while,' thought Levi, and his stomach hitched in arousal as he climbed back into bed. He rolled Eren onto his back and pressed his legs open. Eren took a sharp, excited breath in and stared between them. He wasn't hard again yet, but fuck if his body wasn't trying. He gave an impatient little moan. Levi grabbed him by the face and forced his gaze up, making his breath catch in his chest and the heat simmer faster in his belly. "I could just fuck your face again," Levi reminded him. "Then I don't have to hear you cop attitude." Eren's eyes widened and Levi felt his fear shoot up his arm.

"I," Eren's huge gaze darted to Levi's still clothed erection, then back up to his face.

"What?" asked Levi, unmoved.

"You said I-" but Levi pulled him closer.

"What did I say, Eren?" Eren shivered and goosebumps erupted all over his body.

"You said I'd come while you're fucking me." They stared at each other for one hard, intense moment, then,

"I did say that." Levi let go of his face and picked up the bottle of lube. "Bend your knees." Eren's breath sped up as he placed his feet flat onto the bed and allowed his knees to fall open. Levi poured lube all over his deflated erection, and he gasped as the cool, slippery liquid spread over his lower belly and down between his parted legs. "If it doesn't feel good, tell me," Levi said, quietly commanding as he caught some with his fingers.

"I wi- oh…" Levi pushed his index finger inside and Eren's toes curled against the bed. Fuck it was so much better when it was someone else and he was so sensitive for having come already. "Yes," he moaned, closing his eyes for a moment before looking up at Levi excitedly. Biting back a groan, Levi moved his finger slowly in and out, watching and feeling Eren take it and imagining the same heat, softness and pulses around his erection.

"It's better after you come, isn't it?" Levi asked, softly, slipping in his second finger. Eren moaned softly again, opening for Levi easily and pressing back against the intrusion.

"Feels so good…" Levi tilted his head to the side, drew his fingers out and thrust them back in, slowly but deeply. Eren closed his eyes and arched back against the bed, the friction hot and teasing and perfect. He wished more than anything he could get hard again; even though the heat inside him was simmering faster, it wasn't enough. Levi spread his fingers, stretching and exploring the same way he'd done with Eren's mouth, wanting to feel every corner, map each velvety recess, find, "AH!" all his sensitive spots.

"There?" asked Levi, as if he didn't know.

"Yeah!" Eren cried, seizing the sheets on either side of him. Levi's lip curled and he pressed harder against Eren's sweet spot. Eren cried out again, the sensation pulsing through him like an electric charge, heating him up inside. "Levi…" he moaned, grinding back against his fingers. The sound of his name was hot down Levi's spine and he let out a sharp breath through his nose. He took his fingers away, and Eren's whine of protest turned into a cry of surprise as Levi yanked him closer, threw one of his legs over his shoulder and shoved his fingers back inside. Levi let out a soft, satisfied noise as he was once more enveloped to the knuckles in the soft, throbbing heat. Eren cried out yet again and stared up at him in surprise and excitement, the new position allowing Levi even deeper as he spread his fingers. "Oh fuck!"

"There?" asked Levi, just to be sure, teasing either side of Eren's sweet spot and making his thighs shake.

"There!" He watched Levi withdraw his fingers, then thrust back inside, and threw his head back in an ecstatic cry. Levi repeated the move, again and again, harder and faster but never losing that perfect angle. Eren fell back against the bed, moaning fluently as the pleasure built achingly inside him. Levi watched it all with arousal, his own and Eren's, boiling inside him, fogging his brain and shocking his senses. Eren was beautiful, and so sensitive and reactive in a way he'd never thought he'd like but was now dragging him deeper into the depths of pleasure.

"Like that?" he asked in a low growl. "You like getting fucked hard?"

"Harder!"

"God-" with a low groan Levi indulged him, focused entirely on his reaction, on his half hard erection twitching and just how fucking well he took his fingers. Eren let out a string of incoherent moans and swear words, his mind melting into the pleasure, the deep, aching pressure inside him building so he shook and sweat and twitched against the bed. "Hold still," Levi told him, gripping his thigh tighter against his chest with his free hand.

"What-? I- oh- I'm-"

"Yeah," agreed Levi. "You gonna come for me again?" The question took a long time to register, because Eren couldn't come again yet, he wasn't completely hard, but he could feel pressure building inside, holding all his muscles tense.

"I want to!" he whined, when he was finally able to make sense of the question. "But I-"

"You can," Levi cut him off in a low growl that made Eren's thigh tremble against his shoulder.

"But I, while you're fucking me, you said-"

"You'll come then too, right?" Eren threw his head back in a hard cry of frustration, then glared at Levi.

"Yes!"

"That's right," said Levi, simply, and he thrust his fingers in and out even faster, harder, deeper, and Eren screamed and fell backwards against the bed.

"Oh fuck, don't stop!" Levi didn't stop. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Eren's pleas dissolved into a harsh, shuddering cry as he felt a release deep inside and his half hard erection oozed more cum onto his belly. Levi gave him a second, then withdrew his fingers, lay his thigh carefully back onto the bed and grabbed more tissues from the box on the nightstand. "Holy fuck," Eren groaned, breathlessly, dragging the words up from deep inside. He felt strung out, raw everywhere so that even the gentle touch of Levi's hand and the tissues was sharp against his skin and he loved it.

"You okay?" asked Levi. Eren nodded, still shivering.

"That, how did you- fuck…"

"Good?" asked Levi, unnecessarily, tossing out the tissues.

"So good," Eren moaned, his eyes falling closed. However, just as quickly he opened them and glared at Levi, the momentary relief receding, giving way to yet more intense, burning desire just like the first time. "Are you finally gonna fuck me now?" he demanded, and Levi seized Eren by the face again and stared back at him just as hard.

"Watch your fucking mouth," he hissed, but then Eren reached between them and gripped Levi's erection through his jeans. Levi bit back a cry and Eren's swollen lip twitched in a knowing smile.

"We can't be done until you're good too, right?" The words sent a shockwave of disgust and arousal through Levi's entire body, filling his already painful erection to the sharp, needy edge. He gripped Eren harder by the face and leaned in threateningly.

"We can't be done? I could go jerk off right now and be fine. It's your crazy ass who wants to be drained dry." Eren cried out and thrust his hips up, the words sending fresh blood between his legs so he was finally completely hard again. Completely hard and oversensitive and desperate.

"I know I'm fucked up, I-"

"Shut up," said Levi, his point made. He stood up, took off his pants and underwear and slid on the condom. Eren gasped and his eyes lit up in excitement as Levi squeezed more lube into his hand. He then stroked his erection, his eyes closing for just a second's relief, before he climbed back on top of Eren and pinned both arms above his head with his free hand. "Ready?" he asked, unnecessarily.

"Fuck- yes!"

"Tell me if you need me to stop." Eren just nodded, Levi's commanding gaze like a physical presence against his erection, chest and throat. Maintaining eye contact, Levi carefully pressed his way inside.

"Oh!"

"Fuck-!" Levi paused halfway into the tight, velvety heat. He bit back a hard moan as he watched Eren's chest, neck and cheeks flush deeply, darkening the new bruises and making his beautiful eyes shine. However, just as quickly, Eren's eyes narrowed in frustration. He wrapped his shaking legs around Levi's waist and dug his heels into his lower back to force him all the way inside.

"Oh god yes!" Eren moaned, fulfilled this way as he couldn't be by anything else.

"Fuck!" Levi cried again, the move taking him completely by surprise and pushing him dangerously close to the edge. He let go of Eren's wrists, fell forward and took hold of the sides of his face instead, realizing too late that one hand was slick with lube. Of course, Eren barely noticed, he was too focused on Levi, on how good it felt to finally have him inside. "You," Levi said, and Eren's erection throbbed between them, "are so," he drew his hips back and Eren gasped at the friction, "fucking," Levi stayed there a moment, feeling a rush of disgusted satisfaction as Eren throbbed around him like he was trying to keep him inside, "impatient." He thrust back in, hard and deep, and Eren closed his eyes in a loud cry of ecstasy. "Look at me," Levi commanded, a shiver running down his spine as he drew his hips back, slowly, teasingly, and thrust inside again. Eren cried out, but obeyed, staring at Levi with streaming eyes. "What if I'd I wanted to fuck you slow, huh?" Levi asked, pulling out millimeter by millimeter, then thrusting in hard and fast and deep and all at once.

"Oh my god, I-" Deep inside, Levi circled his hips, pressing harder at the perfect angle, and Eren's entire body shuddered violently as sharp, electric pleasure rushed out through every nerve of his body. "Levi!"

"What?" Levi asked, drawing his hips back to repeat the move. Eren's toes curled and he dug his heels into Levi's lower back, whining,

"Go faster! Give me more, fuck me up!"

"Brat," spat Levi, the demands as exciting as they were repulsive. He pushed himself up against the bed with one hand and wrapped his other arm under Eren's sweaty lower back, lifting him into a better position. His eyes lit up and he seized Levi's wrist beside his head and placed his hand against his throat. Levi's eyes widened and he shifted against the bed for more stability, then swallowed and tested the pressure against the sides of Eren's throat. Eren's eyes rolled back in a head rush and he squeezed Levi's wrist, urging him for more. "Don't push it," Levi told him through gritted teeth, though his erection throbbed when he felt Eren's pulse speed up in his hand. He stared into his face, beautiful and flushed and sweaty, drew his hips back and thrust inside, again and again and again.

Eren cried out and surrendered totally to the pleasure, his mind leaving him at the mercy of his body, his desire and his pain. He tried to tell Levi how good it felt, how he wanted more, but the hot friction and perfect angle kept him overstimulated and barely coherent without the pressure on his throat making him dizzy. Instead he thrust back against Levi, matching his rhythm and squeezing his thighs tight around him.

Levi gasped and cursed fluently, the heat inside him ready to boil over for ignoring it for so long and for just how much Eren was enjoying himself. He took his hand away from his throat, though he kept thrusting. "Are you close?" he asked, and the need in his own voice took him by surprise, but then he realized just how badly he wanted to make him come again, drain him dry and leave him fucked out for days. Eren blinked a few times, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes into his hair, still moaning hard with each of Levi's thrusts.

"I- fuck, yes, oh- what?"

"Are you close?" Eren shuddered and nodded, more tears clinging to his eyelashes, then took hold of Levi's wrist and pressed his hand against his throat again.

"Yeah, oh, don't- ah! Don't stop!" Levi bit back a groan and, keeping a tight hold on Eren's throat, let him have it. He fucked him hard and fast and deep and Eren actually screamed his name until Levi held his throat too tightly.

"I'm right there!" Eren's entire body tensed, wound up tight and begging for release. He took hold of his own erection, pleasing himself in shaky, but quick strokes. He stiffened in his hand and his inner walls throbbed and burned. "Yeah," groaned Levi, digging his fingers into the sides of his throat. Eren tried to draw breath, but it was nearly impossible, and the rush of dizziness and fear was more than enough. "You will," Levi reminded him, and Eren threw his head back as all the heat and pressure peaked, then rushed out of him in his most intense orgasm so far. Levi had just enough time to be amazed at how much he could still come before the spasming and squeezing around his erection pushed him over the edge too. "Fuck," he groaned, coming hard inside Eren, shuddering and gasping as he fucked through it, draining himself completely. "Fuck…"

Eren took it all in a state of pure ecstasy. Every sensation was white hot, keeping his mind quiet and floating and unable to think of anything else. If only he could stay this way forever, float out to sea on waves of sensation, give into the vastness…

Levi carefully took his hand away from Eren's throat and lowered his hips back down onto the bed. He then pulled out and peeled off the condom, tied it off and threw it out. He felt more satisfied than he had done in a long time, but tried to keep his wits about him as he grabbed more tissues and sat down on the bed. Eren looked a mess, covered in sweat and lube and cum, face tear streaked and neck and chest bruised. However, his expression was the most peaceful Levi had ever seen it, and he knew a pang of regret for disturbing him.

"Hey," he said, softly. Eren's eyes flickered, and more tears poured down the sides of his face. Levi caught them with a tissue, and though Eren felt the touch as if from far away, it seemed to pull him closer to shore, but slowly, gently, and it wasn't a shore he minded being washed up on. Levi then cleaned up the cum on his belly, still so gently, and Eren opened his eyes blearily. "You okay?" More tears, and Levi caught them with his thumb. Eren took a shuddering breath in and rubbed the side of his face into Levi's hand.

"Yeah," he replied on his exhale. He sniffed, and more tears fell. "That was awesome." Levi snorted, though he didn't disagree. He threw out the tissues, and Eren took hold of his upper arm and pulled him on top of him. Levi let out the smallest cry of surprise and fell against Eren, who immediately wrapped his arms and legs tight around him and buried his face in his neck. Levi closed his eyes and his lips parted in a silent gasp as he was totally enveloped by Eren, almost consumed by him, swept out to sea after his tidal wave. It almost felt good, to not think or feel for a second, but his disgust at how hot and sticky and sweaty this was kept him grounded. He allowed Eren a minute, but then,

"Hey, get up." Eren's lip twitched, though his eyes remained closed.

"You said that last time."

"Yeah. Go clean up."

"You said that too." Levi rolled his eyes as Eren hugged him closer.

"That's very sweet but you're covered in your own filth right now. I'm telling you to go shower." Eren just clung tighter, and had Levi not been feeling so fucked out himself, his patience would have worn thin. "I'll go with you, relax." The relief he felt in saying it took him by surprise, but he ignored it. Eren finally let go enough for Levi to extricate himself from the embrace, and he sat at the edge of the bed while Eren stretched, then pressed himself up into a sitting position. He winced, but then smiled and blushed. "Are you in pain?" Levi asked, sharply, and Eren started.

"No!" A pause. "Just here," he said, softly, gently touching his throat and closing his eyes as he recalled exactly the pressure of Levi's strong hand. "But I like when I can feel it after." He crawled over to Levi on his hands and knees to nose against his ear. "My throat was so fucked after last time, it was awesome." Levi just pushed Eren's face away and got to his feet. Eren followed at once and took Levi's hand in both his own. Levi felt the gesture up his arm and looked between their clasped hands and Eren's eager face.

"Brat," said Levi, affectionately, and dragged Eren to his bathroom. "Those towels are all clean," he said, turning on the light, then the shower with his free hand.

"Everything in your place is clean," said Eren, taking the elastic from his hair so it fell about his shoulders before stepping into the tub, still holding tight to Levi's hand.

"The water's not hot yet."

"I like it." He was still holding tight to his hand. Levi just shook his head and got into the tub as well, pulling the shower curtain into place before water could drip onto the floor. Eren finally let go of his hand, and for a while Levi just watched him under the water, saw it darken his hair and slide down his back and chest before he picked up soap and started to scrub himself clean. Levi felt a tug in his chest and pressed the heel of his hand between his eyes for a moment. When he felt the heat from the water, he gently pushed Eren out of the way to get some for himself. Eren laughed softly and leaned against the tile wall, content to watch Levi's perfect body under the water.

"Those bruises," said Levi, after a moment.

"Huh?"

"Jesus, how out of it are you?" Eren debated the question.

"Pretty out of it," he replied, with obvious satisfaction. Levi just reached up to press his first two fingers against the largest bruise above Eren's collar bone.

"That'll be visible. This too." He pushed his thumb against Eren's bitten bottom lip, then took it away before he could start sucking on it.

"So?" Eren replied, eyes following Levi's hand. "I've come home with way worse before, it's fine." Levi bit back an impatient noise.

"And your parents didn't say anything?" Eren handed him the soap and rinsed off.

"I dunno," he replied, entirely unconcerned.

"Tch." Levi could still recall in vivid detail the first time he'd come home with hickies, he must have been fourteen or fifteen. Kenny had asked, loudly, "What the fuck is that?" when he'd tried to sneak past him into his spare room, but of course there was no hiding it. Kenny had laughed uproariously, but then, "You better wrap your dick! I'll help you if you get in trouble but only after I've kicked your ass! Fucking be responsible!" At the time, Levi hadn't appreciated it as much as he should have, and was careful not to let any hickies show after that. "What about your sister? She worries about you, right?"

Eren rolled his eyes. When Mikasa first came to live with them, he'd let her clean up his cuts and bruises from fights or shows. However, once he'd started coming home with hook up bruises a few years later, he'd put a stop to it, though she hadn't backed down easily.

"Eren you're bleeding through your shirt!" she'd exclaimed, horrified, when Eren had come home from the senior girl's apartment back in ninth grade.

"Cool," he replied, because his head was still too full of the afternoon to really care what she had to say.

"Did you get in a fight again?"

"No."

"Then how-" but she broke off when he pulled down the hood of his sweatshirt to reveal actual hickies on his neck. Mikasa went very red. "Who did that?!" However, Eren just sneered and went to go shower before their parents got home. Although Mikasa tried, she never found out who it was, thankfully, because that would have been a shit show. Eren had hooked up with her a few more times before she graduated, then with her boyfriend after she graduated, though Mikasa never found out about that.

"Does that piss you off?" Levi asked, bringing Eren back to the present. He shrugged uncomfortably.

"I dunno," he said, annoyed. "She just doesn't get it, and-" but he broke off with another uncomfortable shrug. Taken aback by the suddenly troubled look on Eren's face, Levi put the soap back and took him into his arms.

"Easy," he said. They held each other under the hot water, and Eren's focus shifted outwards, to the water flowing down his back, Levi's strong arms, just how good it all felt. He held on as tight as he could, and for a while the only sound was the running water. Questions swirled in Levi's mind, but he didn't want to ask any of them, at least not like this.

"I can still stay over, right?" Eren asked, eventually.

"Hm? I told you so many times that you could, didn't I?" Eren replied with a contented little noise that made Levi's heart swell in his chest.

"Can we go again later?"

"Are you ever satisfied?"

"I'm satisfied now! I'm just saying, I'll want it again later…"

"Nice to see you're self-aware," replied Levi, sarcastically, and Eren laughed softly against his hair.

"You just fuck me so good…"

"Fuck off." However, Levi kissed along Eren's breastbone, feeling his breath and heartbeat against his lips.

"Levi?" Eren asked, softly, after a moment.

"Mm?"

"Can you make me tea?" Levi kissed Eren's breastbone again.

"I can."

They let go of each other, shut off the water and dried themselves in silence. Levi then returned to his room while Eren went to retrieve his bag from where he'd dropped it by the door, careful not to drip too much water on the floor. Once he was back in Levi's room, he extracted a balled up pair of sweatpants and put them on before standing in front of his mirror. He let out a sharp burst of laughter.

"What?" asked Levi, rather apprehensively. Eren just smiled a satisfied smile at his reflection.

"These are dope," he said, indicating the bruises on his neck and chest.

"Whatever you wanna call it, kid." Eren smiled at Levi's reflection, then moved his top teeth very lightly against his swollen bottom lip. "Have you always gotten off on getting the shit kicked out of you?" asked Levi, softly rather than accusingly, drying his hair. Eren considered the question as he pressed his teeth into his lip to test how soon it would hurt.

"I dunno," he replied, slowly. "On fetish websites or whatever people talk about an experience that triggered it but I feel like it's just always been a thing." He turned and faced Levi properly, putting his hair back up in a bun and tilting his head to the side, the light filtering in through the windows lighting all his lines and angles. He watched Levi's dark eyes travel up and down his body, then continued, "When I was in middle school, my friends and I were all into this anime where the main character was chained up and gagged for like, half an arc, and my friend Jean started saying it was me."

"What the fuck kind of anime were you watching?" Eren actually smiled.

"I dunno, some shit." Levi snorted.

"Hang up that towel and come on." Eren did so, sticking close to Levi as they made their way to the kitchen. "What kind of tea do you want?" Levi asked, opening one of his cabinets.

"Oh um, I don't care, whatever you make is fine." Levi considered his options, then selected a jasmine.

"Go fill the kettle and set it to 175 Fahrenheit." Eren obeyed at once, pleased to be included. He filled the kettle and set it back in its cradle, then fussed about with the buttons for a second before figuring out the correct setting.

"One… seventy… five…" he said, drawing out each syllable.

"A+," said Levi, measuring tea leaves into an infuser. Eren straightened up and leaned against the counter.

"You know a lot about making tea," he observed, staring into the still open cabinet full of tins and boxes.

"Learned as a kid," he replied, without thinking.

"Like your parents made it for you?" Eren asked, seized with a sudden desire to know more.

"Yeah," Levi said, slowly. His mother had always made tea for him when she'd been well, and he'd made it for her when she'd been sick. Eren was still watching him, his pretty eyes wide in a kind of demandingly innocent curiosity that made Levi's mouth twitch. "I fucked up when I was like, nine, though. Drank from my uncle's cup that he'd added whiskey to."

"Did it taste good?"

"Fuck no."

Eren gave a small laugh, his heart speeding up in his chest. The new information was like some fascinating artifact, and he wanted to unearth more. It was a weird, exciting feeling, but he liked it. "Wouldn't it taste better now?" he asked.

"I don't drink anymore, so I couldn't tell you."

"Really?"

"No."

"How come?" Levi's usual answer to this was "because I don't want to," which, like with all the questions he got about his job, seemed to him an acceptable answer even if other people didn't take it seriously. He stared into Eren's blue green eyes, sizing him up, when he reached out and started rubbing up and down his back. Levi arched softly into the touch, then said, quietly,

"I don't want to." Eren nodded.

"Fair enough. I don't like it much either." Taken aback, but gratified, Levi stepped in front of Eren and placed his hands on the counter on either side of him.

"No?" Eren shook his head, leaning closer. "Mm," said Levi, surprised but curious, but then Eren kissed him on the lips before he could think about it too much. They stayed there, kissing gently, until the kettle started to whistle. "Mm," said Levi again, pulling away to a frustrated noise from Eren. He poured the hot water into the teapot, agitating the infuser a bit and watching the leaves expand. A light, floral smell filled the room, and Eren closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose.

"That's nice," he said, then, to articulate each sound, "that's nice."

"It is, right?" Levi set a timer on his phone and Eren nodded and reached for him. Levi took his hand, then pressed his back up against his chest, allowing him to hold him close. Eren closed his eyes and kissed the top of Levi's head, inhaling the tea and his hair.

"That's nice," he said yet again. Levi squeezed Eren's hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss it, but then he noticed the bite marks on his knuckles.

"What the fuck is that?" he asked, turning in Eren's arms but keeping a firm grip on his hand.

"What?" Levi turned his hand over so the marks were clearly visible. How had he not noticed up until this point? Had he really been that swept up and overcome?

"What happened to your hand?" Eren looked between his knuckles and Levi's handsome face.

"Oh, uh, me," he replied. Levi furrowed his brow, silently demanding he elaborate. Eren flushed, but answered because it was Levi. "Yesterday."

"At your brother's funeral?"

"Yeah." Eren flushed deeper, but didn't look away.

"I see…" Levi wasn't sure what to make of this information because something didn't sit right. Against the fresh cut, the scars he'd noticed before stood out brighter, white around all his knuckle bones. He suddenly remembered his mother's arms, pockmarked and bruised and bleeding, how bony and frail they'd been at the end. He wondered if Eren's family noticed, but was sure asking wouldn't do him any good, so he asked instead, "Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore," replied Eren, in a low voice. Then, when his stomach twisted uncomfortably, "Look it's fine, okay? Don't worry about it." This didn't sit right with Levi either, but he knew not to push it, so he changed the subject.

"How was the funeral?"

"Fucked," replied Eren. "So fucked."

"Any particular reason or just generally?" The timer on Levi's phone went off and he took the infuser out of the pot and poured the fresh tea into two mugs. Eren considered this. It was much easier to place the fuckedness now he wasn't in it, safe and content with Levi.

"I mean it was weird seeing my dad's first family again." Levi raised his eyebrows.

"Were your parents having an affair or something?"

"Yeah," Eren replied, appreciating Levi's bluntness. He took the mug he handed him gratefully and blew on the hot tea. "Apparently it was a whole fucking scandal."

"I bet."

"They were already married like, two years before I was born, though," he continued, excited by Levi's interest. "My mom always used to make sure people knew that. It was weird."

"It makes sense," Levi contradicted him, quietly, picking up his own mug. With his other hand, he took hold of Eren's upper arm, steered him around and pushed him towards the couch. Eren laughed softly and waited for Levi to sit down before crawling under his arm and curling up against his chest. Levi shook his head, but ran his fingertips across the tops of Eren's shoulders. "Did your parents do okay? That must have sucked for both of them, especially if your dad's first wife was there."

"Well she died when I was a kid," said Eren. "Everyone else is still around, but apparently my brother cut them off?" He furrowed his brow, trying to remember. "I dunno what was going on there, but I guess it doesn't matter now." He shrugged and drank more tea.

"I see," said Levi, wondering if more was coming. Watching Eren try and tell the story gave Levi a weird feeling. Did he just not remember it well? Was it confusing and hard to process? Or something else?

"It was like, my parents and my sister and friends here," Eren gestured with his mug free hand, "and everyone else over here. No one was talking to each other."

"Fucked indeed," said Levi, though he knew information was missing. He finally took a sip of tea. "Well, one of the first things I remember Erwin telling me is that the addage about weddings bringing out the worst in people and funerals bringing out the best is a fucking myth." Eren shifted in his arms, watching him intently. "You'd think people could put shit to the side, at least while trying to deal with a fucking tragedy, but," he took another sip of tea, "grief manifests in all kinds of fucked up ways."

"Historia and Armin said that," agreed Eren, biting down on the rim of his mug. Levi started petting up and down his back. "My friend Historia, she's the same as me."

"Does she also chew on things?"

"No!" snapped Eren, blushing. "I mean her parents. Her dad was also cheating on his wife with her mom, but he didn't want nothing to do with them when he found out she was pregnant. He paid her hush money and everything."

"Shit…"

"Yeah, but then his wife found out when we were in high school, it was crazy."

"I can imagine."

"For real, Historia came into school that Monday with her eyes all bloodshot from crying, and there was this one kid who was a total dick, he asked if she was high so she punched him in the arm. It was fucking awesome." Levi snorted, but,

"He deserved it."

"He did, right?" Excited to have Levi agree with him, Eren pressed on. "After graduation she moved up to Washington Heights with her girlfriend. Doesn't talk to either of her parents anymore."

"Good for her," said Levi, and he meant it. Eren smiled up at him, and the warm tea and chatter made him feel expansive. "My uncle lives up there."

"Really? By the hospital?" Eren asked, seized by more demanding curiosity.

"Further north." Eren nodded, fascinated.

"Did you grow up there to?"

"No, I grew up in," Levi hesitated, "on Avenue D."

"Wow," said Eren, fascinated, and Levi felt a little disarmed by his curiosity. "That area's so different now, you probably saw all the gentrification in real time."

"I guess you could say that," said Levi, both because it was true and because pointing out how surprised he was by the comment seemed like a dick move. He tilted his head to the side. "Where'd you come from, kid?"

"I dunno, maybe space," said Eren, then, "65th Street, on the East Side."

"Feels like space up there to some." Eren nodded vigorously. "Do you want to stay in New York?" Eren shuddered. "Mm?" Eren stared into his mug. He didn't mind the question when Levi asked it, but he didn't like thinking about the conversations in his living room and his father's study. Indeed, in his clear, satisfied mind, the prospect of applying to more schools, making more decisions, seemed even less exciting than usual. Pointless, even.

"Depends on where I get into med school," he said, without enthusiasm. He bit down on the rim of his mug and inhaled the warm smell of the tea.

"Oi, if you chip my mug I'll be pissed," warned Levi, putting the brakes on any uncomfortable feelings.

"Sorry," Eren muttered, drinking more tea instead. Levi just nodded and stroked his hair. "I'd like to see more though," he continued, after a moment.

"What would you like to see?" Eren looked into his mug again. What would he like to see? In this moment it seemed all he wanted to see was more of Levi in nothing but his sweatpants, drinking tea and possibly fucking him senseless again later.

"The stars," he said, because it was the first thing that came to mind. Levi had the distinct impression that there was more to this answer, but of course there was. Being directionless and unable to think ahead was standard fare for people that age. Even without his mother being so sick, planning for forty eight hours ahead had seemed ambitious to Levi. He thought for a moment of saying something encouraging, but doubted it'd be received well, so,

"No shit, I was just thinking about looking at the stars the other day."

"Wait, seriously?" Eren rolled over onto his front and stretched his legs out behind him, resting his mug on Levi's thigh. Levi continued to stroke his hair.

"Yeah, too much light pollution here, right?" Eren nodded, his eyes huge and lips pressed against his mug. Levi's eyes darted for a moment to his Cupid's Bow. "I don't think I saw the night sky properly until I was in my twenties," he said.

"Was that the first time you left the city?" Levi nodded. "Seriously?" Eren bent his knees and toggled his feet back and forth.

"Seriously." He could tell Eren was just curious, not judgmental, but, "Why, you travel every year for spring break or something?" Eren stopped moving his legs and pushed himself up into a sitting position, brow furrowed in genuine hurt that caught Levi sharply in the chest.

"The fuck- you think I'm judging or thinking less of you or some shit?" Levi grabbed Eren by the back of the head and pulled him forward so they were almost nose to nose. "Ow!"

"Don't say 'ow' when you get off on pain," Levi told him, but he continued to scowl, not to be dissuaded. "I know, I know, easy," said Levi, half smiling at his indignation.

"Good," said Eren, rather forcefully, his expression clearing. He closed his eyes and rubbed his head against Levi's hand like a cat. "My parents took us places but I didn't like it much." He drank more tea. "It wasn't so bad when Armin would come with us, though, or when Mikasa would come here with her parents before they died."

"Parents tend to behave when friends are around," said Levi, though of course he only ever brought friends around when his mother was well and the apartment was in a fit state for it. Eren shrugged and drank more tea, thinking again of the scene in the living room the day before, but then was immediately and completely distracted by his phone going off in the other room.

"Who's calling me?" Eren demanded.

"You're asking me?" Eren buried his face in Levi's neck, and the music faded. He made a satisfied noise, but then it immediately started again.

"Fucking…"

"Go answer your damn phone," said Levi. Eren whined but heaved himself off the couch, put the mug on the coffee table and trudged to Levi's room. Levi watched him go, wary of his attitude but distracted by his ass in his sweatpants.

Which anime is that, Eren? Hmm...

I love writing chapters like this because I can never decide who I'm more jealous of. What a problem to have, right? Let's see where it goes next week...

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