"Everything,"ne? Leave it to Eren to give an answer which said both so little and yet so much all at once. Either way he looked terrified, so Levi claimed another kiss, distracting and much longer this time, full and warm and reassuring. He then guided until Eren wrapped his arms neatly around his neck, warning him, "hold on tight," before easily hoisting him clear off the ground. It felt both surprising and charming when Eren seemed to naturally wrap his legs around him, and he did indeed hold on tight, so it was easy to carry him right to the bed and climb up on the mattress with him.

He looked so sweet and so pretty, letting himself be lain out like that, open and trusting and even seeming curious. "Just so you know," Levi offered, "I don't fuck on the first date, but if there was something else you might want…"

"Everything," was again his immediate answer. "Anything and everything, just as long as it ends with me falling asleep in your arms." Well how sweet. He decided to first get more comfortable, pulling the blankets up to cover them both, and then followed the natural instinct to kiss Eren's pretty face, loving the way it made his lovely eyes sparkle and his sweet lips perk up in a small smile. Levi captured those lips in his own then, again paying close attention to how Eren responded. He'd first closed his eyes as he returned the kiss, testing the waters by offering just the sweetest little lick after just a short time. Levi met this by cocking his head more and demonstrating how he liked to be kissed deeper. Eren seemed to learn quickly and charged forward like he was starving, letting little whimpers of pleasure escape through his nose and giving only more and more enthusiastically.

His legs wrapped around even tighter and his arms too at first, but then Eren was running fingers through Levi's hair and squirming, silently letting his body beg for something. What something maybe even Eren didn't know, so Levi chose for him, first claiming a more raised position for better leverage and then starting a gentle rhythm, letting heat and friction build between their joined bodies and adding both speed and pressure only gradually. He kept up their kissing the whole while, reveling in the subtle, sweet taste of Eren and how charming his little whimpers felt escaping along with increasing warm puffs of air from his nose.

"Mm," finally Eren made to say something, but Levi already guessed what. He gently broke their kiss, ending off with softer, smaller pecks before leaning back so he could look Eren in the eye. All the while Levi didn't stop moving, but he knew not to speed up either.

"Gonna cum?"

Eren nodded and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, obviously struggling to hold back. "What about you?" Well how sweet. Levi hadn't really thought about his own pleasure, but now considered whether Eren might feel inadequate if he chose not to finish tonight.

"I'll come with you," he decided, reaching down between the two of them and pushing any fabric out of his way. The two had to squirm slightly to make this happen, but in just a few moments Levi had not only freed them but took both into only one of his hands and pressed them neatly together, again using his hips to create the most delicious sensations, silk on silk and just the slightest kiss of moisture every now and again. Eren looked down and made a small sound of wonder, as if he hadn't known such a thing could be possible. But that lasted only moments, as he had to lie back and pick up his breathing, squirming beautifully, whimpering and gripping at Levi's back.

He eventually opened his eyes again, though he kept them half-lidded. He attempted another kiss, but Levi gently guided until he lie back down, and instead took one of his hands into his only free one. He entwined their fingers together and then pinned that hand flat against the mattress, then bore down harder, picking up speed until Eren whimpered and squeezed his eyes closed again. "Look at me." Eren nodded but appeared to struggle with this request, squirming clearly increasing and breathing turning into panting. He seemed to force his eyes at least halfway open and they proved impossibly dark with lust.

"Please…" He sounded almost as if he were in pain. "Please, Levi…" Oh, I see. It seemed he had a gentleman on his hands, or rather in his hand, so Levi focused only on feeling and picked up the pace. Almost immediately he fell into that precious feeling of nonbeing, claiming moments of nothing but pleasure and sparkling green and hot, satisfying almost white painting Eren's gently tanned stomach. Eren joined right away, adding to the lovely mess already all down his front. His face proved simply breathtaking, as expected, but again he squeezed his eyes shut as if he were simply too embarrassed to keep them open, so Levi dropped that effort and kissed him again. After everything, this kiss somehow tasted even smoother and sweeter, and it came with his out of breath brat finally docile and sated, and looking likely to fall asleep. Silly brat. This wasn't quite over yet. For the final time, he broke their kiss and disentangled himself from Eren, reassuring when he instantly looked concerned.

"I won't go anywhere." He just had to reach over and dig some clean hand towels from his bedside table drawer. Cleaning up proved not only simple but amusing, as Eren's eyes watched every movement like it was something amazing. Levi wasn't the biggest fan, and he also decided to toss the towels into his garbage can rather than the clothes hamper and then lie back down. "Goodnight, brat." He kissed his face a few times and let their hands remain joined. Eren seemed to appreciate that, snuggling up and closing his eyes right away.

"Goodnight, Daddy."

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"I'm a fucking bastard…" Hmm? Eren stirred to life, not even sure if those words had been part of a dream or not. Why did they sound so sad when he himself felt elated? Wait. Daddy? He cracked an eye open, allowing consciousness to steal him away from the perfect warmth and satisfaction that had been his sleep. As it turned out though, that warmth may have been an illusion, as he suddenly seemed to be alone. Wait what? For one horrible moment, Eren worried that last night had just been a dream. That being touched like that couldn't possibly really happen, with so much care and tenderness and such raw affection shining from the eyes he loved more than any in the world… But no. He only had to look across the way to recognize the door to Daddy's bathroom and know for certain he was in Levi's room, and even better, Levi's bed. It seemed so much more luxurious than his own, the smooth fabric seeming to caress his skin just like Levi's precious, warm hands had caressed him last night…

Oh. Oops. Maybe thinking about that first thing in the morning was not exactly wise, as it caused an instant reaction in his body, but even as Eren realized this, he also understood he had to think things through. He attempted to go over every detail, in fact, starting with the end. Daddy let me sleep in his arms. How fucking dreamy. How amazing. How fantastic. That was definitely a good sign right? Daddy finished with me. Yes. Fucking yes. A fucking dream come true… And he made me cum. He had been on top, ever gentle but clearly stiff with interest. Was that how Levi liked it? Was it time to start practicing being a bottom? If that was what it would take then Eren would just have to be ready to try something new… and terrifying, and painful, and degrading. No wait. Not with Levi. Levi loves me. He would make it good

Actually, speaking of Levi… His sleepy brain finally processed what had woken him. Daddy's voice? It had sounded so miserable but also nearby. Did that mean Daddy was here, but he just couldn't see him. Shit, shit shit. Why was he sounding so miserable when Eren felt amazing? Did I do something wrong?

Eren carefully, silently raised himself onto his elbows and crawled toward the side of the bed, peeking over, but caught sight of only part of Levi. He certainly didn't look very happy at all, but it took Eren turning completely around and crawling to the foot of the bed to see why. Daddy seemed to be mostly undressed, exactly as Eren was now, sitting on the ground, with his legs open and face purposely buried in what Eren was pretty certain was the very shirt he himself had worn yesterday. He recognized other pieces of their clothing on the ground near Daddy's legs, and with them…

Oh. Finally he'd spotted Erwin's ring, looking so small and so powerless on the ground. With the morning sun not even fully up yet, its diamond seemed to give just the most pitiful little gleam, not the sparkle he'd heard of being advertised in the streets. Yes, Eren understood what a diamond was, luxury far beyond what his family could afford. Two kids and one adult living on one soldier's salary didn't exactly add up after all… That was part of why Eren had wanted to enlist in the first place, apart from his dream of seeing the whole world.

The service promised payment as soon as he hit the right age, but even before then it offered three square meals a day and room and board if he so chose. He did not choose that though. Instead Levi had worked his ass off to save up for this humble little house, close by headquarters so Eren could be close enough that Armin could still walk him home even though Armin then had to turn right back around and head back to the dorms…

This life definitely wasn't luxury, no, but it was plenty for Eren. He had always been such a brat, making what he'd wanted known, and Daddy Levi had always tried to meet him where he could, even if it would stretch or even break their budget, and now it seemed he'd landed in that same place again, stretching and breaking something for the sake of Eren… Daddy… cries?

Eren felt stupid but also genuinely surprised. Never once, not since the darkest days he could remember, the days he'd been young and stupid and crying for his birth family, did he ever recall Levi looking even slightly vulnerable. He had seemed terribly unhappy back then, frowning down at Eren, who was asking for something he just couldn't give. Eren had felt guilty back then, certain Levi's unhappiness was his fault, because he couldn't stop wondering where his parents had gone. But according to Levi, he'd never blamed Eren at all, but had frowned because it was honest and because he wanted their young minds to understand sometimes it was okay to cry.

"I'll never be your real dad," he had said, "but I promise I'll be there for you, and I'll love you with everything I've got in me." And he'd followed through on every word, going even beyond what Eren thought he'd ever have. Warmth and smiles, affection, hot meals and soft beds and presents every Christmas and every birthday. The whole package… But now, looking back, Eren felt terribly guilty. All of that had been so beautiful, but the part of his promise that he'd loved the most, honestly, had been that very first part. The part Levi may have even regretted. "I'll never be your real dad." He had known that from day one, and so hadn't understood why Levi called himself that when the official people showed up at the door. He'd been confused, at first, but then, after what could've been days or years, Eren could not recall, he remembered understanding how wonderful it really was that Levi wasn't his real father.

They'd been reading a book together, and he'd learned many wonderful things. Things like that babies came from mommies after beautiful white ceremonies, where mommies met daddies and then they promised to be always together… And Eren had already known who he wanted to hear such a promise from. "I'll be mommy, some day," he'd informed, like it was simply fact. Levi had seemed confused, but Eren indicated the picture on the book. "See? This will be me and this one," he indicated the man, "will be you."This had prompted Levi to explain that this ceremony was called marriage, and it was something only adults could do, and also something only done once they'd found that one and only special person they knew they would want forever. And Eren hadn't understood why he'd bothered, because the answer remained the same. "That's you." At the time Levi had laughed it off and ruffled his hair, thanking him for "such a big compliment," but Eren still remembered being annoyed while being tucked in that night, and he also now understood that night had solidified what he really felt for Levi, or at least the more innocent side of it.

Every year the school had them make things for their 'special someone' on days like white day or girls day and every year Eren made his for Levi and proudly brought it home, to his special someone. It was only once he'd reached the age of about ten that he truly understood he shouldn't really be telling his classmates exactly who he always made his gifts for, so from that year onward, he'd always given anything made at school to Mikasa, since she'd always given hers to him anyway. Once home though, away from his nosey, teasing peers, Eren still understood who he really wanted to give gifts to, and he made sure to follow through every year with something made right there at home, away from prying eyes.

In fact, the room nearest the back door had been almost entirely decorated with old cards and drawings and little knickknacks Eren had brought home for his special someone. It was probably tacky to others, but precious to him, and Levi must've known that, because he always made room for the next card, and when they'd sold their old house and bought the new one, he and Levi had carefully taken each piece down and safely stored them in a box. A box which, when he turned his head, Eren could currently see, safely tucked up against Levi's dresser. A box of sweet memories, of years of affection which he could access anytime, and to Eren's amazement, this Levi, in the present, did exactly that.

He'd been hiding his face in that shirt, muffling any pain that had tried to escape, but now his shaky fingers reached out and pulled in their box, gripping it almost as if Levi felt cold and only that box offered any warmth. He didn't open the box though. He simply held it and traced some of the patterns across the top now and again. Eren wished, more than anything that he could read minds just then. What was Daddy thinking as he touched their precious, special box like that?

Either way Eren let himself feel flattered for that moment, but then Levi's next movements stoked something dark and ugly inside of him. He plucked that stupid ring from the ground and put Eren's shirt in his lap so he could hold both that stupid fucking ring and Erwin's stupid fucking watch in both hands. These Levi placed on the top of the box, and he stared down at them, fingers tapping and caressing them now and again, and then Levi sniffled and Eren saw him rub fresh tears from his eyes.

That fucking Erwin. How dare he make Levi cry! Eren had never liked Erwin, how he followed Levi like a puppy and put his big dumb hands on him and failed to be subtle with how close he stood and how often he tried to put an arm around him. Levi had always been gracious though and smiled and scooted away, playfully fake scolding him with things like, "not in front of the kids," but clearly Erwin didn't really want to do things like that in public anyway. What he really wanted was exactly what Eren had done last night, to lure Levi somewhere private and… STOP.

His brain wisely halted that train of thought. If Eren had thought his feelings dark earlier then he'd been wrong. Those were just child's play compared to these new ideas. I'll fucking kill him if he ever touches my Levi like that. I'll definitely-STOP! What the fuck is wrong with me! Levi might choose Eren anyway, and then Erwin would disappear like a bad dream… right? Or well, Eren swore he at least had a shot. He and Levi had loved one another since their very first night sharing the same roof, and no one could compete with that.

Hopefully Levi had only ever bothered with stupid Erwin because he'd thought he had to. Maybe because Erwin was his superior and held the key to promoting him, granting Levi the captain's salary that would finally let him raise two kids in relative comfort rather than poverty. Maybe it was because Erwin had pressured him or used one of his clever speeches to talk him into it. Eren didn't know, but he did know he could not bear to think that Levi possibly felt the same way for Erwin as he must've felt for him. That simply couldn't be true… or else he really would have to kill him. Nothing else seemed even feasible.

But wait. What if none of that was true? What if Erwin really would be the better husband? To start with, Erwin was closer to Levi's age, and stronger too. He was wise and reliable, and judging by his always neat and clean suits and that fucking ring, he brought in a good salary too. Fuck, I'm stupid... If it's really me or Erwin, Levi would be dumb to choose me… And suddenly Eren thought he understood what he'd accidentally overheard first thing that morning. "I'm a fucking bastard." That's what Levi had said. An admission of guilt.

And it made perfect sense. How could he not feel guilty for leading someone younger and stupider on like this? For making Eren think he'd ever had a chance when someone obviously superior had already pretty much proposed to him? True Levi had touched him like that last night, but Eren knew such things never would've happened if he himself hadn't initiated. He knew he'd come on strongly, even at the time. He had literally lured Levi in and then pushed him up against the dresser, physically trapping him, grabbing hold of him and grinding on him. What the hell else could Levi have done but capitulate after Eren had gone after him like that? Like a drooling dog in heat… He'd begged too, and that meant Levi hadn't done any of this out of genuine interest. I pretty much forced him…

Eren knew he was good looking, after all. He'd always known, based on the way his peers gave him those presents during holidays at school. And he'd asked Levi that night too, and been answered with a very clear sign of interest. It had only made sense to him, then to use that advantage and to use it as quickly as possible. As soon as Mikasa mentioned that ring, Eren had understood what he had to do. Erwin had beat him to buying a ring, sure, but Eren could beat him to just about anything else just by using the fact that he lived with Levi and could wait until he was sleepy or alone and vulnerable and corner him...

And of course, being older, Levi would assume he was taking advantage of Eren. He'd think he alone could be clear headed and reasonable, but Eren knew that wasn't true. Even when he felt no arousal at all he had thought about trapping Levi like that. It was no crime of passion or even part of being at this strange age of budding adulthood. No. It was calculated. It was planned. It was what he'd wanted for the last six years, every single day.

Honestly, Eren even remembered that very first day. He had felt love for Levi for so long by then already. He'd adored him, but on that day, a totally new hunger roared to life. Levi's own bathroom was being worked on, so he'd been forced to do his morning routine in the main one instead. Maybe he just wasn't used to having to close the door fully, or maybe he'd just thought nothing of pulling his shirt off when his 'son' might've been walking past. Eren didn't know. All he knew was that an instant reaction, like a bolt of lightning, had struck him as he took in the sight of Levi's gorgeous body.

He had counted a couple of scars, no doubt from serving for so many years, but the way they accented his glorious musculature looked more like art than anything. He remembered counting his abs by twos and feeling hungry in a way he'd never felt before, and he also remembered embarrassment as Levi almost caught him staring, but luckily Eren had bolted. He hid himself just outside the door, just outside of view and then, Eren was ashamed to admit, reached right down and explored the delicious reaction Levi had caused. His fingers traced the firm shape of it, tickling hints of pleasure with the slightest caress, and Eren had foolishly let himself stay there where he would inevitably hear the next rustle of clothing and sounds of running water. Steam started escaping and he finally understood why the door needed to stay cracked. Maybe Levi hated foggy mirrors, who the fuck knew? Eren didn't. And he didn't care either. He cared only about the infrequent, fantastic sound of something wet slapping against Levi's delicious skin. More than likely a washcloth, but Eren's mind gave that sound a totally new meaning. He'd shamelessly stroked himself right then and there, leaned back against the wall, taking in the sweet smell of hot steam and delicious, wet, beautiful Levi.

Reckless. Far too reckless, but he couldn't care until he had already made a wet, sticky mess of his hands. From then on no one and nothing else featured in Eren's fantasies, even if he tried his best not to get lost in them too often. He learned how to sit in front of his bedroom door, carefully blocking it just in case Levi or Mikasa might attempt to come in, and he also took full advantage of the only locking doors in the house, those of the bathrooms. When feeling particularly filthy, he'd even borrowed Levi's bathroom, using his actual brands of shampoos and soaps to add even more depth and flavor to the ever developing debauched scenarios he could dream up…

On that day, when he'd learned that others also found 'Daddy' sexy, he'd known just what to do because he had envisioned it many times over. He had tried to think up the best way to confess to Levi many times, but he knew Levi wouldn't understand something simple like "I love you." Eren had already said that to him many times, but Levi must've always assumed that said love was similar to what children could feel for their parents. But that had never been true. Eren loved Levi the way men could love women and, if they were lucky enough, other men too. He loved him the way wolves loved the moon and murderers loved the sight of fresh blood. He ached for him, and so he knew he simply couldn't give up. I still have four days, right? So then he could be smart rather than rushing this…

Levi moved, and it interrupted Eren's deep contemplation. He was pushing that box back toward the corner, beginning to put his room right, and Eren knew that meant he'd be noticed any minute now. Instead, he both quickly and silently turned back around and resettled himself on the pillows. Maybe better ideas would come to him after he was better rested…

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"Eren?" How precious… Levi had simply whispered in his ear, but Eren's response was so familiar and so charming. He rolled over and mumbled, "It's Saturday," and Levi couldn't help but to chuckle. "Wake up, Brat. It's Tuesday and you're hogging my bed."

"Your bed?" Finally Eren seemed to become more aware. He rolled over, looking lost, but then his eyes met Levi's and he grinned. "Oh, I remember now…" This fucking brat. He sat up, suddenly seeming almost fully awake, and Levi wasn't sure what to do when he went for a kiss right away, so he dodged on instinct. "Oh my, suddenly cold in the morning, Daddy?" Eren bit his lip, dropping the blankets so his almost fully undressed body showed. "Is that the kind of man you are? Fuck and forget?"

"I did not fuck you," he said sternly. "I told you I never fuck on the-"

"But you already know no one's ever touched me like that, so it's practically the same, right?" Eren lie on the blankets, head right by Levi's legs and those sparkling green eyes looking only at him. "I'm so happy, Daddy, to have you as my first…"

"Bullshit. That's not funny, Eren."

Eren smirked like the little devil he was. "Wait, so then you didn't know…" He wagged a finger, causing something in Levi to panic. He's lying right? "Naughty Daddy Levi should've asked first…" Eren's voice was teasing and light, but Levi didn't take this lightly. Not at all. "I had so much fun learning new things with you, Levi… But I know you're not really that 'fuck and forget' type. Maybe now I can call you Boyfriend Daddy Levi?"

"Eren. Get up." He caught him by the arm and forcibly pulled him into at least a sitting position. "This is not funny and it's not cute." Eren only stared at him, the earlier mischievous amusement dying from his face. "Tell the truth." Eren looked around as if confused, asking, "about what?" and Levi nearly yelled in the face. "Who you've screwed around with, that's what!" He crawled up onto the bed and sat nearly atop Eren, making sure their eyes looked only directly at each other. "Tell me everything. What have you done and not done? I don't need names, just details."

To his absolute horror, Eren shook his head, sounding sincere. "There are no names. I've wanted you for six years, remember? There was no time to-"

"Bull fucking shit! You came onto me, Eren and I know you knew what you were doing."

"That was easy though," Eren admitted. "Just instinct. Even dogs can dry hump, and I've been talking shit since day one so learning dirty talk from my friends was easy too…"

Levi gripped his head with both hands, horrified beyond what he could handle. WHAT HAVE I DONE? And why? Why didn't Eren tell him earlier! But wait. That's not his job. I'm older. I was supposed to ask. And not only that, but he should've been able to read the signs too. Eren had definitely hesitated to take his pants off, and then again when he tried to kiss him deeply, as if he hadn't known how to use his tongue. At the time, Levi had simply assumed this was only because he was unsure about what this particular new partner might like, so it had made sense that he might first want Levi to demonstrate. But now, looking back, he remembered how very many times Eren had looked so innocent and unsure. How deliciously inexperienced… Oh my god, I'm a fucking monster. Suddenly all those moments of Eren's eyes looking at him with wonder and curiosity made perfect sense. Those were not the eyes of someone amazed by their first time with someone they loved, but the eyes of someone amazed by their first time being intimate with anyone ever.

"I don't… Should I say sorry?" Eren prodded Levi to get his attention, a guilty frown on his face and a finger to his pretty lips. "I'm sorry. I thought you knew because I told you about the six years. I was so young back then, so I thought… I thought you'd understand."

"Fuck. Me." Was all Levi said, hiding his face in his hands.

"I'm sorry," Eren insisted. "Don't be mad. Please. I didn't-"

"Stop." He caught him by the shoulders before Eren could start looking any more guilty and miserable. "It's not you I'm mad at, okay?" Eren only looked around, like he wasn't sure whether or not to believe him. "I mean it. I'm older and I should've known better. I'm the one who's sorry."

"Don't say that!" Eren looked even more upset. "Don't say that, please," he begged, eyes scared and searching. "Daddy, you're saying it was all a mistake that you're sorry about? My first night? My first kiss? To you it was all a mistake?"

"No! That is not what I-"

"That's what you said! I heard it!"

"NO, I FUCKING DID NOT!"

"YES YOU DID! YOU SAID-" Finally Levi shoved Eren over and forcibly covered his mouth, pinning only harder when he tried to struggle.

"Stop it, Eren! You are going to listen whether-" FUCK. He froze as the door burst right open, admitting a bleary-eyed Mikasa who was barking, "shut up already! What the fuck do you two have to argue about at five in the fucking…"And then she was suddenly running at him and Levi found himself slammed, hard, to the ground, while Mikasa hurried to help Eren up. "Oh my god, Eren, what did he do to you? Are you okay!"

Fuck me. This is so bad… Levi stood, rubbing his now throbbing head, just in time to see Mikasa wrapping her arms protectively around Eren. "Where are his clothes! What the fuck did you do to him!"

Levi held his hands up, already certain that this cluster fuck of a situation was already hopeless. What the fuck could he possibly say? "Okay wait. I will answer your questions, Mikasa, but first Eren is upset and I need to tell him the truth." She glared but Eren sat up with hope in his wet eyes. "I do not regret anything we have done. Only that I didn't think to talk to you a lot more before doing them. Does that make sense?" Eren sniffled, asking, "Do you promise?" and Levi nodded right away. "I promise, Eren, and you both know I never break promises, don't you."

He hated to have to put on his dad voice, but Mikasa clearly required it, and Eren seemed soothed, nodding and rubbing the tears from his eyes with the most precious little, "Okay. Me too." Thank fuck. "I'm glad, Eren. Now, Mikasa…" He grimaced, feeling almost physically pained by the fury on her face. Even if they had never signed the official paperwork, to him, she was still his daughter and he never wanted to put such hurt, anger or betrayal into her eyes. "There's no easy or painless way to say this, so I'll try to just describe it with as much honesty as I can. Yesterday, Eren made it very clear to me that he was interested in pursuing a romantic relationship with me. He then… approached me here last night… I guess to show me he was serious."

Confusion now joined the litany of emotions on Mikasa's unhappy face, and she turned to her brother, asking "is this true?" and he nodded. Eren also struggled until she let him go and then put himself between Levi and Mikasa, maybe for safety. "Mikasa, I wanted to tell you after I got his answer," he explained. "But right now we're only just getting things started and I really wanted to make sure it was gonna be worth it before I wrecked our family."

"Eren, you did no such thing," she reassured, glaring darkly at Levi. "If anyone wrecked our family, it's him, a grown fucking man taking advantage of his own kid." She almost growled. "What the hell is the matter with you? You know Eren is stupid and sweet and innocent. Why the hell would you go along with any of this for even a minute?"

"Mikasa Ackerman, don't you fucking take that tone with me. I'm your fucking father!"

"You're a fucking rapist is what you are!"

"MIKASA!" Eren actually physically covered her mouth, looking horrified. He tried to whisper but failed. "Mikasa I am literally a legal adult, don't you understand that? I can get a paycheck, buy a house and go off to die in a war and yes, I can pick who I want to marry."

"MARRY?" The word had come out muffled but Mikasa then suddenly stood, successfully freeing herself. She then easily scooped her brother right up into her arms, shaking her head. "No. I will drop dead before I allow my brother to be fooled like this."

"Wha-but I'm not being-"

"Yes you are. Just look at yourself, half naked and already in his bed, and yet you claim you only just confessed yesterday? What about a first date, Eren? What about dinner and picnics, and candles, or holding hands and watching the sunset? That is what true mutual, and consensual romantic love looks like. This? This is just a selfish man taking advantage of an innocent orphan who's too infatuated to know any better."

"Wha-" Levi bristled. "He came onto me!"

"Well then it was your place to say 'no,' and do shit the right way," Mikasa shot back, icily, "but you didn't, now did you? It's no wonder he's in here crying and screaming at you. I would be too." With this said, Mikasa simply carried Eren from the room and kicked the door shut behind them, effectively slamming it right in Levi's face.