CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The next week went by uneventfully. Eren killed most of his time in the kitchen, when he didn't had any classes and every evening they'd all eat together before him and Levi would go to their room. Eren spent less and less time in his own, and when he wasn't cooking, he hung out with Armin and Mikasa. His father still wasn't joining them during their meals, in fact, he hadn't seen his father at all since that one morning. Levi spent most of his days in the gym or in the library, occasionally bringing back a book or two to their room to read while Eren watched some TV show or movie. From time to time, they'd watch one of those Levi had recommended to him and almost every time they'd spent the rest of the night arguing about why they were any better than the movies Eren usually watched. At some point, Levi even started helping him with the assignments his teachers gave him. Eren burst into laughter when he found out that Levi was absolutely bad with chemistry since physics and math and biology were no problem for him at all. It didn't make sense, really.
Everything was pretty awesome these days. Eren's only problem was that he and Levi didn't make progress in another sense. They were kissing, making out, all of that. He'd even steal a kiss from him here and there or give him the most secret smirks when they'd run into each other on the mansion's hallways. But that was it. And Eren didn't miss the way Levi held back himself. How everything was always about only him. Whenever he tried to touch the other man the way he did to him, Levi went out of his reach or increased his ministration to a point where Eren lost focus on anything but how good it felt.
After the first few days, Eren got suspicious enough to start checking the numbers of blood bags in Levi's dresser to see if maybe he was getting off in some other ways. Levi spotted him one night, standing by his dresser. He had closed the distance between them, as he had so many times before. His lips were soft against his own, lingering, clinging. His tongue came out and stroked over his mouth.
"Open for me, Eren. Let me in."
He had licked at him until he parted for him. His tongue slid into him, the velvet thrust hitting him right between his thighs, as he'd eased into the other man's body, heat spearing him as Levi's chest met his. He'd grabbed onto those broad shoulders, trying to get closer to all that muscle and warmth.
But only ever succeeded for a moment. Abruptly, Levi would put space between their bodies, though he kept in contact with his lips. He always did that. Eren wondered whether he still kissed him to hide the fact that he'd retreated. Or maybe he was just trying to cool him out a little, like he was too aggressive or something?
Eren turned his head to his side. This time he wouldn't give in that easily.
"What's wrong?" Levi asked. "You're into this."
"Yeah, well, not enough for the both of us."
Levi stopped him from stepping away by refusing to let go of his neck.
"I don't want to stop, Eren." His thumb caressed the skin of his throat and then pressed into his jaw to angle his head back. "I want to get you hot. Hot enough so you don't feel anything but what I'm doing to you. I want you liquid in my hands, Eren."
He took his mouth, going in deep, taking him over. He searched all his corners until there was no interior place he hadn't explored. Eren started wondering why he didn't feel his fangs, but then Levi changed the kiss, retreating and advancing, a rhythmic penetration that got Eren flushed and even more ready for him.
"That's it, Eren," Levi said against his lips. "Let yourself go. God, I can smell you..."
Levi's hands drifted down, going under his shirt, on to his collarbones. Good lord, he was lost to him. If he'd told him to lose his clothes, he would've stripped. If he'd told him to get on the ground and open his mouth, he would have hit the wooden planks for him. Anything. Anything he wanted, just as long as he never stopped kissing him like that.
"I'm going to touch you," he said.
Levi's fingers moved lower and lower and-
His body jerked as he found both of his tight nipples.
"So ready for me," he murmured, plucking them, "I want to take them into my mouth, Eren. Would you let me do that?"
His palms flattened and he took the weight of his chest.
When Eren nodded, he felt him smile fiercely against his lips. "Yeah, you would. Where else would you like my mouth?"
Levi kissed him hard when he didn't answer. "Tell me."
His breath left in a worldless rush. He couldn't think, couldn't speak.
Levi took his hand and put it around his own.
"Show me, Eren," he said into his ear. "Show me where you want me. Lead me."
Unable to stop himself, Eren took his palm and, mindless, out of control, he drew his hand down to his stomach. Over his hip.
"Good." When he hesitated, Levi whispered, "Don't stop, Eren. Keep going. Show me."
Before he lost his nerve, he put his hand on the bulge in front of his crotch. A moan broke out of him at the feel of his palm cupping him.
"Oh yes." He rubbed him and Eren gripped his thick biceps, his head falling back. "God, you're burning alive."
Needing to touch him, Eren shoved his hands under his long-sleeve an onto his waist, feeling the raw, frightening power of his body. But before he could get far, Levi pulled his arms out and held his wrists in one hand. He clearly wasn't stopping, though. He pressed him backwards with his chest, until he felt the solid front the the dresser against his shoulder blades.
"Eren, let me make you feel good." Through his pants, Levi's fingers probed and found his testicles, kneading them gently. "I want to make you come, Eren. Right here, right now."
As Levi dropped down to his knees, Eren realized he was already on the verge of orgasm while Levi on the other hand was utterly detached. His breathing was even, his voice was steady, his body unaffected. An engineer of his lust who felt nothing himself.
"No," Eren groaned.
Levi's stopped unbuckling his belt. "What?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Instantly, he backed off. And while he stood calmly in front of him, Eren tried to catch his breath.
His easy acquiescence hurt, but he wondered why Levi was doing what he was doing. Maybe he had a side to him that got off on control and that he hadn't shown him yet. Hell, making someone pant all over yourself must be a terrific power trip.
It took Eren another week before he felt seriously frustrated with the situation. Sometimes he'd succumb to the pleasures Levi gave him (although Levi never offered to go down on him again), sometimes his course of actions were too much for Eren to handle. He knew about the reasons for Levi's reserve, and he wanted to respect them, but… it wasn't like they hadn't done at least a bit more before without any problems. He'd thought that now where there's everything set out on the table, no secrets left between and especially now that he had… fed, they should've been on the safe site. So why not make use of that time span?
When he now was sitting in the living room, absently listening to Armin and Mika chatting about something without paying any real attention, he tried to figure out a way to somehow turn the ties around and stop being on the receiving end of their game. He tried his hardest to focus on the how-part and not so much the why-one. But then he got pulled from his thoughts. "-from the kitchen?"
"Excuse me, what did you say?" he said a bit perplexed.
"Do you want something from the kitchen?" his sister repeated.
"No, thanks. Actually, I think I'll go upstairs."
"All right, good night!"
He knew what the kid wanted from him. It wasn't that he didn't want exactly the same thing either. But the truth was, he enjoyed those peaceful days with him. When everything was easy and almost boring. The routine, the conversations, even with his friends around. The normality. And getting him all flushed and flustered and hot underneath him to where he passed out from pure exhaustion was something he was positive he could do for the rest of his life. No matter his own needs.
If only that was true. He knew the only reason he was able to suppress his own urges was because he'd fed and therefore was able to control himself. And if there was one thing he'd learned past the last few months, it was that involving himself too much when they were together shortens his time until the beast wanted to come out again.
So he tried treasuring those moments between them for as long as he could.
When Eren entered their bedroom, he knew it wasn't going to be for that much longer.
"Hey", he greeted him, a mischievous smile playing around his lips. He was clearly up to something. "I'm gonna take a quick shower."
He flashed him a big smile and vanished behind the other door. Levi returned to the book he was reading, waiting for whatever the brat did come up with this time. After a while, he heard his voice again. "Levi, can you come in for a sec? I could use your help."
With all the persistence he could muster, Levi put the book down on the table next to him, sat up from his chair and joined Eren in the bathroom.
He was standing below the jets, his body facing him, his head lying in his neck and his hands in his hair. Gloriously naked. The shower's top to bottom glass door not leaving anything to the imagination. Levi narrowed his eyes. "What do you want?"
Eren straightened his back and looked right back at him, his weight shifting to one foot while he rested his right hand on his hip. Oh yeah, confidence does look good on him.
"My back feels pretty rough tonight, you know. Would you mind giving me a rub-down?"
Cocky little brat, Levi smirked to himself.
"Sure thing. Lie down on the mattress when you're done and I'll give you that massage. I wait in the bedroom."
"Why not in here? I'm sure the heat would help big times." Eren returned his smirk, his gaze hooded in the dense steam and his dick growing harder right before Levi's eyes.
Okay, his challenging tone shouldn't be such a turn on, but combined with that fucking appetizing scent encircling him from every corner of the room, it took Levi a great deal of willpower to resist him. "I showered already."
"Come on, Levi~. I could really use a hand in here." Tantalizing slow, Eren wound his fingers around himself, one at a time, and squeezed his hard flesh in one swift motion, making the purple plum at the end of his shaft even more prominent. Shit, he didn't know the brat could be a tease on purpose.
"You'll manage on your own, I'm sure," Levi somehow managed to say through suddenly very dry lips despite the humid air. He turned on his heels, leaving, and it didn't take long until he heard the shower stop running, a wave of anger splashing from the bath, flooding the bedroom, announcing what was coming next.
Eren appeared in front of him, nothing but a towel held in front of his hips, his face red.
"For Chrissakes, do you suddenly get off on making me feel ashamed of myself?", he started shouting. "Because I'll tell you, having you get me all hot and bothered while you might as well be reading a newspaper doesn't feel good on my end. God… you're really sick, you know that?"
Levi almost laughed at how everything else, literally everything else that he'd told or shown Eren had been deserving of that reaction, and still he chose to pin it to what he was doing right now.
"You think I don't want you?" he sneered.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I've missed all that lust on your side. Yeah, you're really hot for me, aren't you?"
He couldn't believe how fast he moved. One minute Levi was standing in the middle of the room, looking at him. The next he had him down on the floor, underneath him. His thigh shoved his legs apart and then his hips drove into his. What came against him was a thick, hard length.
A hand tangled in his hair and pulled, arching him up against the man on top of him. He dropped his mouth to his ear.
"You feel that, Eren?" He rubbed his arousal in tight circles, stroking him, making him bloom for him. "You feel that? What does it mean?"
When he didn't answer, Levi sucked his neck until it sting and then took his earlobe between his teeth. No. Fangs. Little punishments. His free hand dipped under his naked butt, tucked him closer, and then his erection pushed into him, hitting hard against his own. "What does it mean, Eren?"
"You- you want me!" he breathed out.
Levi released his hair and took his lips with a raw edge. He was all over him, inside his mouth, on top of his body, his heat and his smell and his tremendous erection promising him one hell of a ride.
But then he rolled off of him and went back to where he'd been standing before. Just like that, he was under control again. His breathing even. His body still.
Eren struggled to sit up, trying to remember how to use his arms and legs.
"What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you," Levi said, handing him the towel he'd been covering himself with, an angry expression carved deep in his facial features. "I want my dick up your throat until you start coughing, Eren. I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes when I come inside of you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind until you scream my name. I want to screw you standing up, against a wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breathe." His stare became less fierce, but all the more brutal in its honesty. "Except none of that's going to happen. If I would want you less, it would be different. Easier. But you do strange things to my body, things I don't understand, so totally controlled is the only way I can be with you. Otherwise I'm liable to lose it, and the last thing I want to do is scare the hell out of you. Or worse, hurt you."
Visions swam in Eren's head, visions of everything he had described, and his body wept anew for him.
"I ain't no fragile little boy, Levi. I can take a few hits," he mustered saying with more insistence than he thought he'd be able to muster right this moment. Sitting up, he met him right in the eye. "And I will shatter your belief that I am so innocent."
Levi's face became unreadable for a second, but Eren didn't back down. "If you don't start trusting me, then there's no point in us doing this."