Authors' Note:

Hello All!

Recent obsessions with Attack on Titan drove me to write this with one of my closest friends. Just something small and fun, hope you like it! -Starry

Co-Author's add on:

I always wanted to be a Spice Girl. Just sayin'. -darlingnkki

Disclaimer: We do not own Attack on Titan or any of it's characters.

Long, pale fingers trailed through the sleek black hair on Levi's head as he closed the lid to the kettle and settled it on the stove, the burner clicking to life below, "...why in god's name did I agree to this, again?"

Vibrant green eyes lit up as tanned fingers trailed up Levi's spine, making the short man groan, so softly it was barely audible. "Because you love me," the taller man sing-songed quietly into his ear.

"Tch… brat," Levi rolled his eyes, reluctantly pulling away to grab the tea from the cabinet… icy grey-blue eyes narrowing as he realized his favorite blend had been placed on the top shelf, "Eren…"

"Yes, lover?" Eren leaned against the back of the counter, adjusting his green button up idly, his mischievous grin giving away his lack of innocence. He was dressed nicely, the green button up untucked, the silky fabric laying on top of the rough black denim of his strategically ripped skinny jeans. He was tall, his brown hair pulled back, into a messy semblance of a bun at the nape of his neck, several baby hairs escaping the tie to frame his face. They were going out tonight, and Eren, for once, had actually gotten ready well before they had to leave… no doubt simply out of convenience, as he'd had to shower after he and Levi's most recent roll in the sheets.

Levi's head snapped in Eren's direction and the man smiled airily under his penetrating glare, "Don't play dumb with me, you little shit. Why did you move the tea?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

Those stupid green eyes were dancing with mirth and it drove Levi absolutely fucking nuts. And turned him on. Damnit, "Brat."

Eren laughed, pushing off the counter and closing the space between them, "I'm sorry… is there something you need help with?"

Strong fingers gripped the front Eren's button down, Levi dragging him down in one swift tug so he could look him in the eye properly, nearly purring as he spoke, "Yes. Get on your knees."

Eren drew a soft breath, pupils blowing wide with desire as he grinned, his hands trailing down his lover's hips, "Of course, sir… However I can be of service, sir."

He dropped to his knees in front of the other before the words had even rolled off his tongue, his fingers tracing the elastic of Levi's black boxer briefs. They happened to be the only thing the fit man was currently wearing, having moved to the kitchen to get tea started after exiting the shower first. Eren had to admit… the man was hot. The kind of hot that made heads turn, that made his pulse race, and made him almost painfully hard with only a few sultry glances. Shadows deepened the cut of Levi's muscles in the soft light of the kitchen, his pale flesh silky smoothe, broken only by occasional scars that spoke to his troubled youth and position as a seasoned military man. Eren swallowed thickly and then refocused.

Just as he was dipping his calloused fingers into the elastic of Levi's boxers, his hand was forcibly removed and a pressure on his shoulders made him fall to all fours. In less than a moment, Levi was stepping on Eren's back like he was nothing more than a footstool, grabbing the tea with ease and stepping down to the floor with a certain grace, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Eren was silent, a rarity in and of itself, dumbstruck a la Jean, for all of three seconds before he blushed and stammered out, "Hey!" with half-hearted offense.

Levi chuckled, winking down at him, "When has fucking with me ever been that easy?"

Rubbing a hand along the back of his neck, Eren laughed lightly along as he moved to get up again, "...fair enough."

"Besides," Levi drawled, a look of boredom and annoyance flashing across his face again, "You should be working to stay in my good graces if you want me to go to this bullshit party tonight."

Eren managed a straight face, well, at first. "Bullshit party? Since when is celebrating your retirement bullshit? My friends wanted to do something even though you told yours to fuck off."

"I told them to fuck off because it's not a big fucking deal," Levi sighed, lifting his hand and pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. He stopped this motion only to shift the kettle off the stove and turn the burner off when it started making that godawful noise.

Strong arms wrapped around him loosely, Eren resting

his chin on the smaller man's shoulder, and began to sway him slightly before singing into his ear, "If you wanna be my lover… you gotta get with my friends…"

"For fuck's sake…"

"Make it last forever…"

"I swear to fuck if you say friendship never ends I'm going to stab you," Levi hissed.

With a shit eating grin, Erne tipped his head back, bellowing the words that may just end his life, "FRIENDSHIP NEVER EEEEENDS."

Levi twisted, elbowing the other in the ribs hard enough to bruise, but only Eren's ego, "Shut up."

He strode away to the sound of a chuckled out "oof," as he moved to the other cabinet to pull two mugs down. He began to fill them, trying hard to ignore the twitching of his left eyebrow and the aggravating way his body shivered at the loss of contact as he pulled away.

Bright green eyes danced almost as much as the man himself as he finger gunned and ass shook his way through the next lines, "If you wanna be my lover… you," finger gun, "have," finger gun, "got," finger gun, "to give," a refreshing change of pace with a finger wiggle.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Levi shot him a glare, settling lids on the mugs so the tea could properly steep, setting out a timer. He wasn't fucking up his tea because his husband was being an annoying little twerp, "Get out."

Eren stopped mid finger-wiggle and tilted his head, "What?"

"I'm not dealing with this shit. You just finger gunned the last of my patience down, you little shit. Get," he pointed to the door, "Out."

Eren suddenly sobered, looking a little like a kicked puppy, all big eyes and dejected pout, "But I live here…"

Levi ran a hand through his hair in frustration, "Not for the next," he checked his timer, "Five minutes, you don't. Get out," he grumbled, though there wasn't real heat behind his words. He wasn't that angry, but he wasn't about to fall for Eren's theatrics.

"I…" Eren frowned, moving toward the door, "...alright," he said finally, his shoulders slumped as he grabbed his car keys. He opened the door slowly, standing in the doorway with one last pathetic look at the man he loved and muttering, "If you're sure…"

"Five minutes after that door closes," Levi grumped, crossing his arms over his chest, "Even if that means your tea gets cold."

Eren gasped, "So cruel…" he stepped out and closed the door behind him

Tipping his head back, Levi groaned, reaching up to rub at the base of his skull, trying to alleviate the tension in his neck. He loved that little bastard, he really did, and while most of the time his antics were amusing, he was actually a little nervous about spending a whole evening with Eren's friends. He wasn't exactly a social fucking butterfly.

Five minutes passed and Levi was considerably more relaxed, having taken the time to put on his clothes. Dark leather pants and a crisp, white top, the last three buttons open to reveal the creamy white skin of his toned chest. He clipped the cufflink onto his sleeve, the silver glinting slightly in the light, before he moved to finish preparing the tea to absolute perfection.

Another five minutes faded into ten… then fifteen. When the tea went cold, Levi began to pace. He sent a text… then another… then another, then called, and still, Eren hadn't answered. He was honestly starting to worry. Eren couldn't have been truly upset with him… could he?

Three texts, another ignored phone call, and one very stressed brunette later, there was an obnoxious sound on the street, making the already tense man nearly growl at the disturbance. Levi turned, moving toward the window, ready to rip someone a new asshole. Didn't those shits know that his husband was unaccounted for, damnit?!

It hadn't even registered in his head that the sound he was hearing was music… lyrics to a song…

Spindly fingers pulled back the simple drapes that covered their apartment and Levi opened his mouth, immediately closing it as he pulled the window open.

Down on the street, his feet surrounded by the soft glow of candles set out like stage lights, was Eren, his face straight, eyes trained on the upstairs window he knew belonged to them. Above his head, he held of all things, a boombox, though Levi couldn't fathom where he would have even found one. Through the large speakers, coming through like the machine was new, was The Spice Girls… on full blast… his husband not only accounted for suddenly, but also the cause of the very disruption that made him want to strangle someone barehanded, slowly, watching the light go out of their eyes.

He thought he would be pissed. In that moment, he thought he might actually snap and murder his husband, but despite how he thought he would react to a situation like this… all he could do was roll his eyes, fighting hard against the laughter threatening to burst out of his mouth, "Eren, what… what the fuck!" he bit his lip hard to keep his smile from showing.

Eren didn't answer, too busy mouthing along to the words, "Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is…"

"Fucking hell… What have I gotten myself into…" Levi groaned, slamming the window closed and heading to the door, long, purposeful strides bringing him out of the apartment and down the stairs in record time. That fucking song still ringing in his ears.

"You gotta, you gotta, you gotta SMILE!" Eren shouted along as he watched his husband emerge onto the street, slamming his body down in a jump and winding all around as the song instructed, dancing with abandon.

Levi kicked one of the candles out of his way carelessly, reaching up and hitting the power button on the boombox before he threaded his fingers into Eren's hair, "Fucking brat… you're going to be the death of me," he sighed, pressing his lips to the other man's.

"Worse ways to go," Eren smirked and kissed him back soundly, letting the boombox dangle in one hand, "Smile, love, before I have to get one for 'I Got You, Babe.'"

Sighing, Levi took the boombox from his hands and stuffed it unceremoniously into the public trash bin outside their apartment entrance, "Don't you dare. You know what this means, right?"

"That you love me and remember that I can be just as big of a nuisance outside of the apartment?"

"No. It means I'm going to this shitty party. And it means, that if you want to be my lover, you have to spend all night surviving one of Hange's fucking parties."

Eren grinned, "Anything for you…"

A cab ride later, the pair stepped into an elevator car of the hotel that was chosen to host the party. As Sasha was in charge of picking the venue, it came as no surprise that the rooftop bar they booked was renowned for its food. There was some smooth, tuneless music playing in the mirrored box, Levi pulling Eren closer by his waist to lean into him, and mindlessly started to sing under his breath, "If you wanna be my lover…"

Fin