CHAPTER SEVEN

A few days elapsed, and Eren avoided Levi like the plague. It was almost night and he was sitting in his studio, still trying to combine his cords in a way that didn't sound disharmonic. So far, he had only ever played songs from his favourite bands, but now he wanted to compose a song himself. And it was more difficult than he expected. Not only the notes; his worst problem was the lyrics. He couldn't come up with a subject he wanted to sing about. So he just played single cords over and over, hoping that the music itself would inspire him. But it failed horribly even after another hour he spent for nothing.

Deciding that it was enough for the day, he switched to his bedroom and laid down on the cool sheets. He wasn't tired, but he knew he had to go to bed since his math teacher would come by early in the morning tomorrow. And if Eren already were bad at math with his mind pulled together, he was even worse when he hadn't gotten enough sleep. It would be a total waste of time for him as well as for the teacher. After another twenty minutes and his eyes still not shutting, he fall back to one of his older solutions for a problem like this.

He snatched his laptop from the foot of his bed, turned it on, and opened some random porn website that first came to his mind. A good old rub off never failed to get him tired, and was exactly what he needed now.

He scrolled through the front page, and chose one video whose preview showed a reasonably attractive chick getting fucked from behind. He laid his laptop next to himself, and grabbed inside his boxers. He wasn't hard yet, but Eren started to stroke alongside his shaft nevertheless, slowly building up his erection. With his free hand he skipped the whole foreplay bullshit until he saw the guy doing her on a couch. Shortly after, they switched into a standing position, and he was fucking her with her face turned towards him.

It didn't quite catch Eren's attention, so he was about to change to another video when he saw the guy turning her around and pressing her face into the wall in front of her. The tiniest of sparks shot through Eren's spine and inside his growing member, and he bucked his hips into the air. He kept watching the couple moving together, their speed rising until he was mercilessly thrusting into her, their breaths racked. Eren closed his eyes as his arousal also rose, and he began to pant.

The second his eyes shut, those all too familiar pictures invaded his clouded mind. Although he was no longer looking at his laptop's display, he still saw a man standing behind a woman, fucking her into a wall. In an impasse whilst vibrating bass beats filled his ears. In the distant, he heard them panting and slapping against each other. The scene in front of him started to come closer to him and Eren slowly recognized what, or to be more precise, who he was watching in his mind. The man with the black hair styled in an undercut and that perfectly rounded backside was the very same man that pressed him into the library's bookshelves just mere days ago.

The scene in Eren's mind started to shift, and he was no longer watching Levi in that dark impasse. He was rather back in the library, his face pushed against a row of books while warm breaths hit the back of his neck and elegant but firm fingers snuck around his waist, inside his trousers.

Oh god, this is almost too good.

Eren's erection twitched in his hand as his thoughts kept running wild. This was so much more intense than anything else he'd ever felt before while pleasing himself, and Eren didn't want it to stop. In his mind, Levi touched him through his boxers, before his hand slipped inside the thin cloth and he began to milk his dick in strong strokes from the base to the very tip while his other hand kneaded one side of Eren's ass.

Two digits pushed between his lips, leaving the taste of dark spices and freshly cleaned skin on his tongue, and Eren desperately tried to swallow it. He felt the man behind him pushing his pelvis into the side of Eren's ass he wasn't grabbing, and his stone hard member poking him. The hand that cupped his butt cheek made its way around Eren's waist, joining the other to unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down in one swift motion. With his erection liberated from any restrainment, Levi had free access to every part of him and oh , he made use of it. While one hand continued pumping him, speeding up to a savagely pace, the other wrapped around his balls, working them simultaneously with his strokes until Eren's breath became racked, leaving his lips in an unrhythmic pace.

Hopelessly captured in his fantasy, Eren didn't realize what he was doing. A name left his mouth in a whisper, and slowly it developed into a moan.

"Oh fuck, Levi... yes, please don't stop. Oh god, Levi."

Eren hissed at the sensation of his rough palm against his erection, and grabbed a fistful of the sheets that had started to soak in sweat, letting out a long groan. Combined with the pictures in his head, it sent shocks up and down his spine. He was getting so hard, it almost pained him to keep thrusting while his voice didn't stop getting louder and louder and finally he let out one single strangled cry, coming all over himself.

"Fuck yes, Levi !"

Only one room further, Levi wasn't capable of forming clear thoughts anymore. The whole floor reeked of arousal, and he knew exactly which of these damn teenage fuckers was the reason for it. The green-eyed boy next door must be having the time of his life judged by the smell he emitted. Not that it smelled bad… quite the opposite, to be honest. But it was distracting as fuck.

That's what you get for having shitty hormone driven teenagers around you , Levi thought annoyed.

Although his fine nose provided him good services on most of his missions, at times like these he despised it like nothing else. Not only was it irritating like hell to get a far too clear impression for Levi's liking of what the people around him were feeling, but it also was the main reason he'd have to be here in this house. Because of this ability, he would know the very second someone with negative emotions approached them. The less people around, the clearer his senses got. And since this property was mostly stuffed with friendly people who cared about the family they were working for, he would recognize someone with a different emotional pattern immediately.

He continued to scrub the surface of the windowsill, trying to distract his mind from this obtrusive scent that was all around him when all of a sudden he was pulled out of his work.

He heard the boy next door scream his name. " Levi !"

... Shit!

Without wasting a single thought, he dropped the cleansing cloth he held and slammed out the door. It wasn't possible that the guy they were after succeeded in coming here without Levi even noticing it.

It just wasn't fucking possible!

In horror of failure he was running down the corridor, and threw the boy's door wide open. His eyes scanned every corner of the room, trying to take in the situation. But all he saw was the brat lying in his bed, not a single trace of any other being in the room. He already heard the other residents approaching, so glancing in every direction he walked towards the presumed victim.

"What the fuck's going on here?" Levi asked with a hard face. It barely took him a second, but to him it felt like an eternity until he understood what had happened in this room. He saw the boy pulling his blankets up to his chin, one of his hands covered in a sticky clear fluid, and while the otherwise tasty smell of his arousal still lingered in the air, most of it was overdrawn by pure embarrassment. It also was written all over the boy's face, in those wide depths of dark green that Levi didn't get tired of staring into.

Although they were burning with a beautiful chaos at this very moment, Levi found a deep tranquillity when he looked into them. As if he was walking underneath treetops of ancient pines and his way led him right to the banks of a quietly laying pond amidst the peaceful forest that captured all the surrounding shades of green with his own bluish water, mixing it up to a colour Levi had never seen before his entire life.

As Eren started a miserable attempt to reply to Levi but hardly managed a stutter, Levi was ripped out of his thoughts and shock settled on his facial features.

"Did you-," he began, but before Levi could finish his question, Mr. Yeager already entered the room, followed by his daughter and the little blond boy,gasping for breath and looking horrified for a whole different reason.

"Eren, are you okay? What the hell happened to you?" he panted.

Before Levi even realized he was moving, he turned towards the crowd standing in the door and his mouth acted on its own.

"He had a nightmare," Levi blurted out. Aha . "Seems like this whole situation is wearing off on him."

He walked up to the confused looking group, and discreetly pushed them backwards through the door frame.

What the fuck am I doing here?

There was no need for him to cover for the brat. Why not let him explain that he just jagged off to his bodyguard? But Levi couldn't. He didn't know if he felt sorry for the pitiful boy that evidently became attracted to someone like him, or if he didn't want the others see him the way he currently was. Although neither of those explanations Levi considered a valid reason for his doing, he believed it to be a combination of both. Right now, it didn't matter to him.

When he finally forced everybody out of the room using his own body as a shield, he closed the door behind himself. "I think it's best to let him get a full night of proper sleep, and tomorrow he'll be good as new." He saw the black-haired girl eyeing him with even more distrust than usual. She knew something was off.

No wonder, Levi thought. He knew he was acting extremely out of character. The way she looked at him almost reminded him of himself.

Mr. Yeager seemed so share his daughter's disbelief, but before either of them could say anything, Levi heard a voice coming from the room. "I'm alright, guys. It's like he's said. A nightmare, nothing more. Sorry for the uproar."

The crowd relaxed, and Mr. Yeager said: "Alright, seems like everything's under control, no need for worries. Let's all calm down and get a well-earned night of sleep. Come on, kids, let's get back to bed everyone." In a shooing manner he ordered everyone to get back to their rooms, then said his own goodnight to Levi, and patted him on the shoulder. It took Levi everything he got not to rip the whole limb off for the unpermitted touch, but somehow he managed.

He waited a few more moments till he was sure no one would try to come back. Which had been a good call. Before she even turned the corner, Levi already smelled the scent of depthless mistrust. Something he was becoming way too familiar with.

Mikasa stepped right in front of Levi, and looked him sharply in the eyes: "Step aside, shorty."

Levi leaned against the closed door and crossed his arms before his chest, signalling that he wouldn't let her in, his expressions threatening. "Didn't you hear, little girl? You should go back to your room."

"I want to see my brother." Her gaze didn't waver. Once again, Levi had to give her props for being resistant to his silent warnings. There weren't many of them.

Before Levi could give her a very graphic explanation of what will happen to her if she didn't turn around peacefully and go back to her room, he heard Eren speak again through the closed door. "I'm fine, Mikasa. Please just leave, I really want to be alone right now."

"But Eren, -"

"I said leave, damn it! Just let it be."

Levi saw her emotions shifting. She cared about her brother, that was obvious. And considering the worry in her eyes, her brother's behaviour seemed to be a new to her as well. Without paying him another glance, she turned on her heels and walked away to where she had come from.

Levi guessed this would've been the last attempt for the night to get into this room, and so he made his way into his own.

What did the fucking moron think he was doing? Laying in the very next room and fantasizing about him while rubbing himself off. He knew Eren was attracted to him the second their bodies touched back in the library since the smell of arousal mingled in his insecurity. It had been too subtle for Eren to realise right away, he guessed. So Levi had stopped his little game. They were playing on completely different grounds, so there was no point for him to keep it going. It was simply cruel to tease a not-knowing-anything-at-all little brat like him who might've just found out that he is attracted to his own gender. Regardless of the fact that the boy's scent got to him back then, too.

But how come he was fantasizing about him now? On top of that, he started to act weird even before their little encounter in the library. So, something must have happened before that. But Levi hardly had any contact to the brat till then.

Levi kept gruelling his mind, but didn't come up with anything.

He walked up to his duffel bag, pulled out his phone, and dialled Erwin's number.

After only two rings, he was on the phone. "Hey Levi, how're you?"

"Quit it, shithead. You know fucking well how I am since it's your fault I'm still fucking here. Are you kissing your ass too hard or are you actually working on getting new information about the cunt that should be coming for those punks I've to take care of?"

"Wow, your language enlightens me as always. I got a track of him but nothing worth telling you so far. Are these kids getting the better of you already or what's the reason for your moodiness this time?" Erwin chuckled down the line. Levi knew that Erwin had gotten used to his swearing, but it still pissed him off that he had the audacity to make fun of it.

"Shut the fuck up and tell me about the track."

"As you wish. One of my men saw him in Liverpool two days ago."

Levi waited but when the line kept silent, he cursed: "That's all you've got after over a whole fucking week?"

"I told you, it's nothing worth mentioning," Erwin calmly stated. Levi genuinely was getting tired of the day.

"Fine, contact me if there's anything new." Although Erwin was about to say something, Levi hung up. He went to his bed and let himself fall back on it. It was pitch dark outside, and the only source of light was the candle on his drawer. He watched the shadows dancing on the ceiling above him, and his mind wandered back to the boy lying next door. To the image of him sitting between the sheets, panting, his cheeks flushed, and his lips rosy and wet from saliva. Back then in that room, his mind was so occupied with defending against an eventual danger, it didn't strike him right away. But the boy looked delicious. With all the innocence and embarrassment written on his cute face and the fading desire in his eyes.

Still, Levi marvelled why the boy felt attracted to him. He knew he was good-looking since it hadn't been by any means the first time someone took an interest in him. But he also knew that looks didn't mean shit. As soon as they got a glimpse of his true being, all of them turned their backs on him. And he wasn't interested in anyone who only cared about his exterior. So it actually surprised him that this kid wasn't already deterred by his less than approachable character and his blunt manner of speaking.

But maybe the bad boy image was exactly what had caught his attention. There had been a lot of them, too. Strange thing was, Levi didn't take the boy for someone so superficial.

He felt his temples pounding, and reminded himself that it was far too late to still be wide awake. He didn't know what the little punk will come up with next, so he'd better be well-rested. He swung his legs up on the bed, and threw the blanket over his body. While listening to the crackles of the candle, exhaustion slowly took over Levi until he was fast asleep.

In his dream, he saw himself standing in front of a gigantic and thickly overgrown forest, the trees rising several meters into a stormy night.