I'm sure that most of you have already heard the song that I have chose for this chapter. I'm really happy getting to use it at this part of the story. To me, Magnet has always been the perfect song to describe the cannon Levi and Eren ship as a whole because it is all about forbidden love. A love they knew was wrong but could not stop themselves from feeling anyway.
One thing I hope you will keep in mind is that this song is a duet. So it carries the feelings of both Levi and Eren in the lyrics.
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Thank you Marceline Abadeer for making one of my favorite MMDs 3
Chapter 11
Magnet
His body was numb and his head heavy, but he could still feel the ground shake under him. Sounds of thunder and screams heard all around him. He was hot—he was extremely hot—but he was becoming so cold. He opened his eyes. The background was blurry, but there was a dark figure right by his side. A man was yelling something, but the words were so far away. Trying to reach them, he extended a hand only to find it was stained in red which appeared to stream off his body.
The man that was next to him grabbed the stretched bloody hand and brought it to his cheek before the words could finally be understood. "Damn it Eren! You can't do this to me." Focusing more on the man, he realized that the shaking was not coming from ground but actually the man's body that he found himself cradled in. He then experienced pain, so much pain, radiated from his body, but more so his heart. He used what little strength he had left to caress the cheek under his hand. "Heichou…"
Eren bolted straight up in bed. His breath was staggered, and he broke out in a sweat. His mind was a mess of confusion as his eyes spun the room all around him. He dropped his face in his hands as he struggled to get his breathing under control. The deep breaths seemed to help calm his body that still carried a tinge of the dream to his awakened state. With each breath, the image and the edge faded into the unseen, leaving Eren with a blank but troubled feeling.
He just felt empty.
Lifting his head out of his hands, he looked around the unfamiliar room and wondered where he was. It took a few seconds before the memory of last night came back to him. He had gone to the No Name concert, then the after party, and then…oh.
Eren instantly spun around to check the bed beside him. Unfortunately, he turned too fast for any part of him to agree with it and cried out when pain shot through his body and settled in his brain. He reflexively held his head up with the palm of his hand before he opened his eyes to look alongside him in bed. His heart dropped at the sight of empty sheets. Groaning, he face-planted into the vacant pillows, and he stayed there motionless for a few minutes thinking about what he should do next. His head hurt, his entire body felt sore, and he was very disappointed. L had decided to take the walk of shame on him. This was the first time Eren was on this end of a one night stand; so he had to wonder if it usually felt like this or was it because of whom his partner had been that made him feel depressed.
For better or for worse, the pounding in his head didn't give him a chance to think too deeply about it. Did he really drink that much to have such a bad hangover? He needed to find some aspirin and water ASAP. Eren moved out of the bed, much to his body's protest; and when his feet hit the ground, he found his legs didn't have any strength. Lowering his head, he chuckled. He wasn't fucking kidding.
Gripping the nightstand, he used his arm to support his legs as he stood up as best he could. His muscles were tight and burned with every step. Trying to find where all his clothes were going to be a bitch he thought until he noticed that all his stuff was folded in a neat pile on the coffee table. Not putting too much thought into it, Eren decided just to get dress and worry about it later. When he slipped on his pants, he expected to find a crusty dry mess; but to his surprise, there wasn't one. This did make him stop and think for a second. He didn't remember anything after he had cum. Did Levi clean him up after he had passed out?
After Eren finished getting dressed, the events of last night finally began to sink in, and he fell in the same chair that L had been sitting in just a few hours before. With L gone, it was hard to believe that last night had really happened. But here he was, having woken up naked in the presidential suite of a hotel he didn't even know the name of, with his body feeling it got hit by a Mack truck. Eren gazed around the room as his mind processed the realization of last night, in fact, actually did happen. His eyes made it over to the bar, and he was reminded how the undercut of Levi's hair felt.
Staring at it as he recalled the memory, he noticed a key hanging off the side. Gingerly getting out of the chair, he limped over to the bar and picked up the keychain. Holding it in his hand, he felt a heat flash over his skin, as both his mind and body remembered what happened outside the room with L while he struggled to get the door open. In that same instant Eren decided to take the key home with him—it was the only concrete proof he had to tell himself later on that last night was not a dream.
He took the key off of the key ring it was on and put it into his pocket. Having this small tangible reminder put Eren at ease, which brought his attention to the more pending issue of getting home. Eren hobbled to the door, and took one last look around before opening the door and exiting into the hall. He easily found the elevator that he had no memory of being there and pressed the button. When the doors opened, he got into the empty elevator and pressed for the first floor. On the way down he wondered what time it was, and if there was anyone else still in the hotel, since he had yet to see another person. When the doors opened once again, the view was a front hotel desk with only one person standing behind it. Eren exited the lift cursing under his breath but still with a small smile on his face as he lamely walked up to the desk.
The blonde girl at the desk either did not notice or did not care enough about Eren's condition to mention it when she greeted him. "Hello. So would you like a lyfe, uber, or a cab?"
Eren was put back by such a straightforward question. First off, he didn't even know where the hell he was, so how could he choose how to get home. Not only that, but this petite girl also seemed a bit scary. Scratching the back of his neck, he replied, "Umm, can I ask where I am even at?"
"Gretna," she said with the same expressionless face she had greeted him with.
"Is that still in New Orleans?"
This got a reaction on her stone face, and she rolled her blue eyes, slightly shaking her head at him as if he just as a really stupid question. "Look I'll make this simple. You give me an address, and I will choose the best way to get you there."
Thinking that this might be the easiest way not to piss off this chick off further, Eren gave her the address to his house and watched her as she typed it into the computer. With a tinge of amusement, he noticed a slight look of astonishment on the girl's face when the location came up. He observed her looking back and forth at him and the computer before she picked up the phone and called for a cab.
Finishing the call, she eyed at him once again with that blank expression. "The cab will be here in ten minutes. There are some benches and chairs up front where you can sit and wait."
"Okay, thanks, but how am I going to know if it's mine?"
"You're the last person here. So there won't be any confusion."
Eren became nervous when he heard this. Cautiously he asked, "What time is it?"
"It's four o'clock in the afternoon. And frankly, if you had been in any other room, I would have kicked you out already."
Eren could feel his ears and face heat up at the implication of what her words meant. "Oh. Okay. Thank you," he said, as he bashfully turned for the exit.
Just outside the doors, Eren found the seating area the girl had mentioned. Examining the furniture, Eren decided to sit on one of the cushion chairs instead of the wooden bench. After he got comfortable as best he could, he scanned around the neighborhood. This was definitely not the same town. This place had a completely different feel than all the parts of the city he had a chance to visit so far. Damn, now he knew why the blonde looked at him like he was an idiot. It then dawned on him to wonder how far away from home was he? He hoped it wouldn't take too long to get there. Mikasa was probably going crazy right now. He needed to call her. But he didn't have any way to do that. As he sat there and thought about it, the more he became afraid of seeing his sister. She was going to kill him. But at the same time, the smile on his face told him it was totally worth it. He would have to put up with her nagging and her not letting him out of her sight for the next week or so; but all in all, it was not a bad trade in the least.
Eren reached into his pocket to check for his money and felt the weight of the key in there. Pulling it out, Eren felt a warm smile on his heart, but he was starting to feel a little guilty for taking the key. Maybe he should return it? Just thinking about having to deal with that blonde again made Eren feel uneasy. That chick was probably a bigger ice bitch than Mikasa. And Eren vaguely wondered which one of the two would win in a fight. Not that he doubted his sister's skills, but there was just something about that blonde that said there was more to her than what you saw.
The sound of a car horn put a stop to his mind's wonderings. Eren carefully got up from the chair and trudged to the yellow cab.
When he was about to open the back door, the driver asked, "St. Charles Street, right?"
"Yeah. So how long is it going to take to get there?" he said, as he delicately glided into the backseat.
"Great. It's been a while since I had a run out there. Are you going to visit someone?"
"No. Just going home, but I'm going to be in hot water for staying out too late," Eren replied.
"Ouch, that sounds rough. I'll try to get you there quickly. It's going to be about 30 minutes if traffic isn't too bad," the driver replied.
Eren laid his head back on the seat and hummed in understanding before closing his eyes. He still had a lingering headache, and it was bright outside. It was a lot cooler in the car with the AC, so Eren pulled the ends of his jacket over his chest. He recalled the driver didn't say a word about him not wearing a shirt, hence, implying this must be a normal occurrence. Yeah, this place is exactly as crazy as they say it is. These are going to be an interesting four years. And if last night was just a preview, he didn't know if he would be able to survive. He had wanted to try and relax on the ride home but, he couldn't stop thinking about all that happened last night, and how it still seemed so unreal.
He had heard all types of rumors about the singer, none of them were anything like they said. Maybe that was what Levi meant when the raven had told him that he was the exception. But Eren wanted to know just how much of an exception he actually was. For one, he didn't think that the singer had ever told anyone his name before. He knew it was rumored that L had had sex with a few of his fans on rare occasions when the band actually had after parties, but that was not regular occurrences either. The singer had also mentioned that he didn't kiss his fans. This was kind of understandable. A lot of people that hooked up with strangers didn't kiss them at all because most felt that it was too personal. Eren wondered if everything had started from there. Kissing was something some saved only for their lovers, and not hookups. Then there was the case of what happened in the shower.
Eren was sure that a man that didn't like kissing would be inclined to eat someone's ass out. Eren thought back to that for a minute. He was so shocked when Levi dropped to his knees and plunged his tongue up his hole. Never in Eren's life had he been so happy that he liked to keep a clean anus. It was something that he had made a habit out of since he knew that only having male partners, it was something that could be an issue.
The unprotected sex was another thing that he would have never expected. He didn't know if the reason everything had felt so over the top intimately amazing together was because they didn't use a condom, since he had never not used one, or the fact that he had never actually ever bottomed before either. He had, however, used plenty of different kinds of dildos to pleasure himself multiple times, always and only thinking about L fucking him every way possible. But damn what happened in that hotel room was on a totally different plane of existence. Eren was glade he had obeyed the long time ever present irrational desire to save that part of himself for L.
Thinking back to their conversation, Eren had told Levi that he understood that this was only supposed to last for the night, but Eren was starting to have second thoughts on this. Even though he was not overly experienced with things like sex and love, he was smart enough to know that what had happened last night was something that you did not find easily—if ever.
With Eren learning all these new things about Levi, he almost wished he didn't meet him as the singer L but as just Levi. That way he might have actually had a chance with him. For fuck sakes, the man could touch him like an angel but fuck him like a porn star. They were definitely sexually compatible to say the least. And the singer didn't just simply fuck Eren, the man had straight up clammed him, fucking him way past submission and carving a mark on Eren's soul. And WOW! Just WOW! Even though every part of his body ached, he was very, very happy.
"This is the place right?"
Eren opened his eyes, looked out the window, and was surprised to see his house so soon. "So how much do I owe you?"
"It's already paid for. Didn't you prepay when you called?" the driver asked confused.
Eren knew for a fact he didn't pay for it. But that didn't mean he couldn't leave the man a tip. Eren thanked the driver, giving the driver some money he had on him, before he got out of the car and staggered up the stairs to his house. But that's as far as he got. He stood there for a few minutes just staring at his front door knowing exactly what would be on the other side. The world's angriest sister. He was trying to rehearse a few things to say to Mikasa when the door swung wide open.
"Christ Eren! Where have you been all this time?"
"Uh-"
"OH MY GOD!" Mikasa screamed and was on him the next second. "What the hell happened to you Eren?" Mikasa grabbed Eren by the chin and twisted his neck and head from side to side so roughly it seemed like she was trying to screw it off.
Eren defensively pulled her wild hands off of him. "I'm not sure I know what you are talking about, but can we please talk about it inside?"
"How could you not know what I'm talking about? Eren, you have bruises all over your body. I'm going to kill the person that did this to you."
His head was still foggy with the headache he woke up with, and his body was getting more sluggish and weak by the minute. All he wanted was to go in the house and lay down. They could talk about this in a reclining position. Pleading with a face of exhaustion and remorse, Eren said, "Look I'll tell you anything and everything you want to know. Just please let me get inside, take some painkillers, and sit down first."
Seeing the dullness in Eren's eyes, Mikasa decided the questions could wait a little longer. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she stepped to the side of the doorway. "Fine, but you have to tell me everything."
Letting out a heavy sigh, Eren walked through the door knowing Mikasa would follow. Making his way to the end of the foyer, he groaned when he realized that he had two flights of stairs to climb to get to his bed. Instead of going up, he took a right. Well guess it's time to test out the new couch.
In the living room, Eren surveyed the cream sectional that Mikasa had picked out, and he hoped it was as comfortable as it was aesthetically pleasing. Crawling up to the top of the chaise, he was pleasantly surprised when his body sank into the super soft pillows, and he gave a small hum in appreciation as his face rubbed the microfiber material. Just lying there was enough to relax his whole body. He was so content that he had forgotten about Mikasa until she spoke.
"Eren, now you are really making me worry. I have seen you after nights of partying before, but I have never seen you like this. Something bad happened at the party didn't it? Did someone slip you drugs? Dammit, I knew should have never let you go!" She was lividly pacing the floor by the time she was finished.
Grumbling Eren turned his head on the cushion and glanced up at his sister. "Nothing bad happened to me, and no one gave me drugs." Bringing his gaze down, he continued with a small smile. "Actually I had the best night of my life. I met him, Mika. Well, I did a whole lot more than just meet him."
"Eren are you implying what I think you are?"
"Oooh Yeah. I could die happy right now and not have any regrets." As he spoke, his mind started to wonder back to last night and all the sexually intoxicating things Levi had done to his body.
"So he's the reason you look like this right now? I guess all the bandages and bondage isn't just an act. He force you into some weird BDSM sex play didn't he?" she asked with a vengeful edge in her voice.
Getting frustrated that Mikasa didn't let him just bask in the afterglow, Eren sat up on the couch pillows and gave her an annoyed stair. "I honestly have no clue where all this is coming from? Why are you so mad that I got laid last night?"
Mikasa gawked at Eren dumbfounded for a few seconds. Putting one finger up in the air, "Hold that thought," she said before rushing out the door.
Watching Mikasa run out of the room, Eren became even more confused. He knew she would throw a fit about him staying out for so long, but the way she was handing it was crazy even for her. Was she really that upset he'd left her at the concert? But why would that make her angry? Did something happen while he was gone to put her in such a mood? Eren was pulled from his thoughts as he heard heavy footsteps sprinting down stairs. Watching the doorway, Eren was perplexed when Mikasa entered carrying a mirror. She walked to the end of the couch and, without saying a word, held the glass up to show Eren his reflection.
Eren was staring at Mikasa's face waiting for her to say something, but when she didn't, he finally looked down at the mirror. "OH MY GOD!" He straightened up his body and put a hand in front of his mouth. He looked back and forth, up at Mikasa then down at his reflection, multiple times before he finally stopped to take in the image on the glass. From his ear to the top of his neck, all the way down to his collar bone on his right side was completely purple mixed with burgundy and in the middle of it all were several pairs of twin dark red dotted crescents. The other side of his neck wasn't as bad but it wasn't unmarked either. And if he had to guess he would say that there are a lot more of those kinds of marks all over the rest of his body. Eren just couldn't hold it in, and he started to laugh his ass off before throwing himself backwards into the sectional.
Watching Eren chortling hysterically after seeing the bruises was really starting to piss Mikasa off enough to want to kill. Whatever the fuck that man did to Eren, he was going to pay for it. She swore then and there that she was going to find L's short ass and cut off his balls if not more.
As Eren laid there staring at the ceiling laughing in happiness, he questioned if it was possible for him to come to love this man even more. L had given him everything he asked for last night. Levi had an attentiveness of the perfect lover—and a bit of a biting fetish. But Eren didn't mind it at all. He absolutely loved the feel of that man's teeth sinking into his skin, and he unequivocally wished to feel their blunt puncture once more. Just thinking about it, his body began to stir in his groin, awaking soft flesh to rise.
"Eren, what the hell is wrong with you? This is freaking me out!"
He honestly had no clue what was 'wrong' with him. He was happy, happier than he had ever been in his life. But trying to explain that to his sister might be difficult at this moment; however, he needed to give it a try. With a big smile on his face, Eren pushed up on his elbows and looked at Mikasa. "Last night the greatest wish I ever had in my life came true, and it was 100 times more perfect than I could have even dreamed of. That man gave everything I had always wanted and more, so much more." Eren was getting lost in his joyful recount. He had to say it to at least one person; all the more reason to tell Mikasa.
Eren brought his hand up to his neck and pushed the jacket collar aside. "You see these? I asked him for it. I told him I wanted him to mark up so bad there was no way I could ever forget last night. And he did, Mika. He didn't have to listen to me, but he did. He also gave me something else that he's never given to any other fan. And I am going to cherish his gift and not betray his trust. There was not one thing that happened last night that I never asked for. Well, except having an orgasm so fucking amazing I'd pass out. But who the hell would complain about that?"
Mikasa looked at Eren a bit uneasy. "So you are saying that all of those marks… You asked him to… they were consensual?"
"Yeah, everything was consensual," he said, noticing that Mikasa was getting a tad bit flushed by this information.
"So… You're… You're telling me… you are into that sort of thing?" she asked hesitantly, shocked by the news.
Eren could see her cheeks begin to color red on her face, and he was highly amused by it. "Apparently so. Because last night I felt things that were so amazing, I don't even know how or where to begin to describe them." When Mikasa didn't give any reply, he asked, "Is there anything else you would like me to tell you?"
Rocking slightly on her feet, she glanced up at him and quickly said, "Uhm...No. I think I'm good for now." Looking away, she abruptly turned and called over her shoulder while leaving the room. "Well I'm going to the store to get groceries. Get you some rest, and I'll be back later."
Seeing Mikasa all but run out of there left Eren a bit stunned. Ok? So that didn't go the way I thought it would.
Eren sat at his desk checking to make sure he had everything he needed for the first day of class when his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID first, he answered with a smile. "Hey, Armin. What's up?"
"Hi, Eren. Not much. Just wanted to see how things were going out there."
"Things are going good. Classes start the day after tomorrow. I was actually just looking over the things I needed for class on the university portal."
"Wow, I'm impressed. I always had to make sure you got all your school stuff done."
"Whatever. I could always do it. I just needed to give my dad an excuse to keep you around," he laughed, thinking about how he conned his dad into paying Armin's tuition in high school after his parents died their freshman year. Eren had told his dad that Armin was always the one to help him study; therefore, his grades would drop if Armin had to move schools, which wasn't totally a lie but definitely stretching the truth.
On the other end of the phone Armin shook his head with a warm smile on his face. "Eren, you are horrible sometimes."
Shrugging his shoulder, he replied, "Maybe."
The line went silent for a second before Armin spoke again. "So how was the No Name concert? Did you have a good time?"
Standing up, Eren rolled his eyes and went flop in his bed. He knew Mikasa had told Armin about that night—well the next afternoon—and that was the real reason for the call. His eyes blinked up to stare at a band poster of Levi, and he clutched the hotel key on his chest that he now wore as a necklace before letting out a heavy sigh. "It was amazing, Armin. It couldn't have been more perfect." However, Eren's voice didn't match the happy emotion of the words he spoke.
Armin waited for Eren to continue, but when he didn't, Armin was concerned. "Eren is everything alright? Normally when it comes to that band you can never shut up about it. Are you sure you're fine?"
Eren hesitated on whether or not to tell Armin what had been really bothering him. Figuring he needed to tell someone, but not wanting to worry his sister, he made a choice. "If I tell you something, you have to promise not to tell Mika."
"Eren, you know I don't tell her everything you tell me."
"Good. Because I don't want her to make a fuss over this."
"My lips are sealed," Armin said zipping his lips shut then nodding his head even though Eren couldn't see.
Taking a deep breath, Eren confided in his best friend. "I've been having nightmares the past few nights. And I can't fall back asleep afterwards."
"What are the nightmares about?" Armin asked concernedly.
"That's one of the freaky things about them. None of them seem to make any sense. And there is always someone dying in them. But the person who dies is always someone different and always someone I feel I am very close to. Although, I have no clue who all these even people are. It's just this horrible feeling that comes alive and rips through my body, and then I get an agonizing urge to get revenge for their deaths. But the worst part is it feels so real. Like I'm living them. "
"Wow, Eren, those are some horrible dreams. I see why you didn't want to tell Mikasa." Thinking about it a minute, Armin added, "Maybe it's because of the move. This might just be your mind's way of coping with a new environment. I know it really sucks right now, but I'm sure these dreams will go away once you get used to things out there."
"Yeah, I guess" was Eren's only reply.
"Sorry, I couldn't be of more help."
"No, you did help. It helped just getting to tell someone about them. And you are probably right. Me moving all the way across the country, and leaving behind everything in my life I knew, is a big thing. I'm probably just over stressed with the move and my parent's constant reminder that my choice wasn't good enough. Thanks. I think I'm good now."
"You know you can call me anytime you need to, right?"
"Of course I do. You are my best friend." Eren felt a bit lighter after talking with Armin. "Well I'll talk to you again after classes have started and tell you all about them. But for right now, I need to finish getting my stuff together."
"Oh, ok. And I'll also get to tell you how my classes are going out here."
"Sounds like a plan. Well, until next time."
"Ok, bye Eren."
"Later, Armin." Eren ended the call and tossed his phone randomly on his queen sized bed. His other hand had been playing with the key the whole time. Mysteriously, it was the only thing that helped calm him down after those dreams. Hugging the key to his chest, he closed his eyes and rolled on his side, his mind fluttering with thoughts of Levi as he drifted off to sleep.
Magnet
[A slender flame burns at the edge of my heart
Without warning, it spreads into a burning passion
My butterfly, flitting around it chaotically
Pieces dropping into your hand
I am wrapped around your finger
From the lips to the tongue
Even if this is something that cannot be allowed,
the flames jump higher still
I want to embrace you, I want you to tell me
That you don't think this is a mistake
I want you to kiss me, I want you to remake me
I want to drown in this moment of captivation
Every moment, it's harder to restrain myself
If this is love, I want to wear it on my sleeve
The "strange feeling" turns into an unbearable longing
I would follow you to the end of forever
If my heart goes astray,
I will be easily relieved
as if we had no time
To feel tender each other
*With a heart that has gone astray,
We will melt so easily,
That there's no free time for us
Even to feel each other's tenderness.*
That dream has never come again
There is no chance in our reality
If we touch, I know we can never go back and that's just fine
You are everything in the world to me
Anxiety arrives with the dawn
To find me still crying
When you whispered "it's all right"
Did I hear tears in your voice, too?
I want to embrace you, I want you to tell me
That you don't think this is a mistake
I want you to kiss me, I want you to remake me
I want to drown in this moment of captivation
I am drawn to you like a magnet
Even if I left, we would find each other again
I've touched you, I can never go back and that's just fine.
For you're my one and only love.]
*That is the rough literal translation from Japanese. But I feel that the English cover did a better job at getting the mood and feeling across, which is why I used that video link for the chapter.
A/N: Please understand that when I had originally made the outline for this story the manga had not come to a conclusion yet. And there is probably no way to incorporate it without changing the central point of my whole plot. Therefore, moving forward from this point on things might not be cannon accurate(and truthfully, I pray that they are not.).
I honestly have no clue though. TBH, I'm too afraid to read past Season 3. And let me tell you, trying to say spoiler free is a full time job at this point. and I have no clue what the hell happens in Chapter 115, but I'm not looking forward to it XD
However, I do plan on reading ahead again soon.
Anyway, I hope you can still enjoy the story even if you have read all of the manga.
Well if you thought this was going to be a shot fic, you are not alone, because so did I. When I first got the idea for this story I thought it would be a short fic. 40K words later, we are about half way done. And I want to say "Thank you" to all you readers who have stuck with me this long.
Now we are finally getting to the fun part (Well fun part for me because it's finally getting to Levi's side of the story... as well as some very questionable content).
I really hope all of you continue to enjoy this story as it moves to No Name (Side 2).
~Please feel free to let me know what I can improve. Reviews feed my starving muse ;) Also if you like my work, please feel free to share the story link with other Ereri/Riren lovers. I'm totally ok with it being shared in loving communities.
