Levi POV

Eren is close again I can feel it. He's panting and asking for more. His tight ass is clenching hungrily around my dick, he feel so good I could come inside him right now, but I want this to last. I wan to drive him crazy, I want him so desperate for me that he doesn't remember his own name. I grab his wrist and pin them above his head. He thrusts eagerly, but I hold him down, thrusting into him slowly, and deep strokes. Eren whimpers in my arms he's trying to pick up the pace but I hold him down. Slow and steady I can feel his body shaking, feeling every inch sliding deep into his tight, slick ass.

Eren struggles, but I'm stronger so there's no contest. I keep him trapped in place, loving the wild look in his eyes, how much he needs my cock. I start going even slower barely even moving almost seems like were still. "Please," Eren begs. He's struggling against me, trying to free his wrist. "Levi, please!" Power slams through my whole body. I've never felt more alive, controlling his pleasure, making him wait. I hear every moan and see his face of ecstasy. Fuck, I don't know how much longer I can hold back. He's moaning with every thrust, so close to the edge I can see his desperate need. Then I feel his ass clench, tight around my cock. Fuck. I groan, Eren meets my gaze with a wicked smile. He clenches again, massaging my cock with his tight inner walls. It's a battle of wills, of ragged self-control, and fuck it, I can't hold back anymore.

I slam deep into his tight ass. Fuck! Eren screams, clawing at my back as he comes. I slam into him again burying myself in his tight ass. He bites down on my shoulder, and now I'm fucking him like an animal in heat. I carry him down the hall way, bumping into things that fall down to the floor but who cares, I'm too far gone to care. All that matters is our bodies' slamming together and the deep friction of my dick pounding into him. We reach the living room and fall down to the floor. He's on top now and he looks fucken gorgeous. His body is grinding, fuck he's so sexy. He thrusts down taking me deep; I rise up, piercing every last inch inside him. He's crying out and its music to my ears.

"Oh my god!" He moans, rocking faster. I move my hands to his nipples twisting and pinching them. "YES!" he gasps, grinding down onto my cock. "Harder!" It's the best view from down here beneath him, but I need to be balls-deep before I lose my mind. I roll him over, then flip him onto his stomach. His ass thrusts back towards me, and I land another sharp spank on his cheek. "You're mine," I growl, possession crashing through me. "Never forget it, Eren. You've always been mine." I yank his hips up and slam inside his tightness. I want to fuck away every memory of the others before me. I want to brand him with my dick from the inside out.

"Who do you belong to?" I demand, landing another slap on his ass as I pound deep into it. "You!" Eren cries. "God, you Levi!" I fuck him harder. Damn, I've never let go with anyone like this, lost all my self-control. But Eren loves it, he begs for more, taking everything I've got. He's on his hands and knees, driving back against me, every thrust embedding my ravenous cock deeper inside. I angle up, hitting his prostate and making him sob with pleasure.

"This ass belongs to me," I pant, grinding deep again. "And I'll fuck it any way I want. Because that's what you want too, isn't it, darling? You want to be dominated. You need me holding you down, making you scream." He whimpers with pleasure. He's too far-gone to find the words, but his ass does the talking for him: clenching around me, slick and wet. Fuck. How can he be this good? I've fucked a hundred girls and guys, and never felt like this before, so powerful, so raw, and wild. It's all him, the way he whimpers and thrusts, demanding everything I have and more. I know exactly what he wants, what he needs. It's hard and fast and dirty. I can't get enough.

And I'm leaving the country in a few short hours. Fuck. Reality crashes through me as Eren gasps for more. One night with this him could never be enough. But I have a life waiting for me back in France: family drama and responsibilities that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, let alone my best friend in the world. I can't drag Eren into my bullshit.

I decide, this will have to be goodbye - but only for now. In a couple of months, I'll be back. I'm going to make this something real, give him everything he deserves. And I'm going to make damn sure he doesn't forget me while I'm gone. I thrust into him again. My cock is out of control now, relentless. My fingers dig hard into his hips; I'm crashing into him, claiming him, stretching him wide open and dominating every inch. This is what I've needed all along, Eren's gorgeous ass and Eren's luscious body and Eren's filthy and thrilling mind driving me to the edge with his teasing. It's him. I pound into him again, deeper than ever, rubbing his prostate hard. I feel the convulsions start, his whole body pulsating as he ass clenches my dick tighter in an iron grip. He lets out a scream and drives back into me and I let go, exploding inside him in a hot rush as the climax rips through me and I lose my fucking mind.

Eren POV

When I wake up, I don't remember where I am. I feel my body ache and the sweet soreness of my back and ass. It all comes rushing back. Levi. Holy shit, I slept with Levi last night and it was un-fucking-believable. I turn and look at him in the morning light. How did we make it to bed last night and now he's lying down beside me, one arm thrown around my waist. I still can't believe I'm really here in bed with him after all this time. I feel a shiver as I run my eyes down his body admiringly. His stomach ripples with taut muscles, a trail of dark hair leading down his abdomen and under the covers.

I take a peek under the sheet and grin. Yup, still magnificent. I lost count of how many times I came last night from the thick thrust of that cock, but man, I know it was a world record. We were so in sync; I've never orgasmed so much. I imagined he would be amazing, but this was beyond my wildest dreams. He knew exactly how far to push me: when to make me beg, and when to pound into me hard until we were walking the razor edge between pleasure and pain.

I've never been fucked like that in my life before, and God, I want him all over again. I drag my eyes up to his face. He looks so peaceful sleeping. I reach out and gently stroke my fingertip over his jaw and across his lips. Then I realize. We still haven't kissed. My chest tightens. Emotion suddenly crashes over me. It's such a little thing, but it means so much. I've had his tongue lick my body, felt his cock rub up against me from the inside out; hell, I've even had his finger penetrating my most private place, but right now all I want from him is one little simple kiss.

I catch my breath. My heart is pounding. I slowly inch closer, and press my lips against his. I sink into to his lips cool against mine. He parts them, still sleeping, and I nudge my tongue into his mouth to taste him and feel the wet, warm depths of his mouth. Longing rolls through me not lust, although I feel that too. No, this is something deeper, a yearning I feel in my chest. Shit. I flinch back, suddenly panicking. I scramble out of bed and stand there, frozen.

I didn't think this through. All this time I've wanted him, I focused on the sex. Now I stare at his sleeping body and realize in horror that it's so much more. This is real. My heart twists with fear. I can't do this. I have a plan: to pass the bar, become a kick-ass lawyer, leave my shitty old neighborhood in the dust, and make sure my mom has a future that doesn't involve minimum wage jobs and debt.

I never planned on a real relationship, not right now. Law school is over; Levi is leaving in a few hours. He's getting on a plane and flying off to France, back to his fancy life full of classy, titled rich girls who don't chug beer and eat cold pizza straight from the box. This was his version of goodbye. The truth chills me. I feel a stab of pain, but I grit my teeth and fight it back. It's for the best. This was what I wanted, wasn't it? One last shot at the big man on campus. Well, I sure gave him a farewell party he'll never forget.

Levi stirs. He yawns, and rolls over. I bolt from the room before he can wake. Chill Eren, I find my shoes in the hallway and sink back against the wall with a groan. There's wreck out here: broken lamp, overturned table. It all reminds me how explosive the sex was last night. How I came screaming - over and over again. Dammit! Part of me wishes the sex had been crappy. At least then it would be easy to walk out the door. But this is Levi: the best man I know.

For a moment, I let myself imagine a future with him, if we actually tried to make this work. One-upping each other. Having crazy, mind-blowing sex every night - and half the day too. The thought is thrilling, Amazing and terrifying as hell. Because he's the one guy who knows me better than anyone - which means he could hurt me more than anyone too. I've never given my heart to someone. It would be the dumbest thing I could ever do, to offer it to a guy who's already walking away. Resolve hardens in my bones. We're both heading off in different directions now. There's no use wishing we could be something more. And it's not like I'm never going to see him again. He said his business in France would only take a couple of months, and he'd call me when he was back. I open the door, and quietly shut it behind me with a bittersweet smile. At least we went out with a bang.

3 Years Later

"Please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts. We are now beginning our final destination into New York." I put my papers back in my briefcase and rub my eyes. I've been reading the small print since we took off from Los Angeles; I look outside the window and see the city lights shinning in the dark sky. I feel excitement, New York City baby! I've been here before but this time its different I' m on a last minute big case that can make my whole career as a lawyer. The stakes are higher than ever.

"Are you here for business or pleasure?" The guy in the seat next to me gives me a flirty grin. He's been trying to hit on me for the last five hours. He's cute enough, and anyone will be giving him a test run, but he's got one fatal flaw counting against him: a wedding ring.

Deal-breaker. "Business." I reply coolly, and plug in my headphones until we land. Then I grab my phone and scan through the dozens of panicked voice messages that have been piling up while I was in the air. "Relax, everything's going to be fine," I tell my client as I head to baggage claim. "But we weren't scheduled for meetings until next month. What do you think it means?" I can hear the worry in his voice, so I make my tone extra-soothing. "It means they're scared. They know they don't have a case. Seriously, relax and get some sleep. I'll see you for the first deposition tomorrow." I hang up and grab my bags. I have no idea how long this work trip will take, so I packed pretty much everything. There's nothing like a pair of leather boots to make me feel invincible walking into a boardroom.

I'm going to need all the luck I can get. I mean I'm only a third year associate, I'm not supposed to be lead counsel on a case, but my stupid boss got his ass thrown in jail. Since I was the one who prepared most of the research and developed a good relationship with the client, so the firm put me on the first flight out here. Sink or swim. It's my chance to prove I've got the goods to make partner. I see a sign with my name on it. A driver is waiting, "Hello Mr. Jaeger. Courtesy of Mr. Alert," he smiles and takes my overstuffed suitcases.

"I call my best friend, Armin. He moved out here months ago, and he made this last-minute trip so much easier. "I can't believe you sent a car for me! Thank you so much," I say, grateful to be waltzing past the fifty-deep taxi line. "I'm exhausted." "I figured you would be," Armin laughs. "I'm just excited I get to see you again. Still good for brunch tomorrow?" "Absolutely! I have time before my meeting. I can't wait to see you." "Everything's ready at the apartment, just go on up," he adds, before saying goodbye. I sink into the back seat of the car and thank the universe for awesome BFFs. Awesome BFFs who just happened to inherit a massive fortune, and have luxury penthouse apartments sitting empty waiting for someone to borrow.

My phone buzzes with new emails, so I scroll through before my brain shuts down for the night. There's a couple from my old law school buddies, wanting to get together while I'm in town. They probably just want to brag about the size of their bonuses, but I tap out a quick reply saying I'll meet them for drinks. Law school... It's only been three years, but it feels like a lifetime ago. Back then, I wore jeans to class and splurged on cheap takeout. Now, I'm on partner track at a big firm with an expense account and a taste for designer clothes. The day I got my first big bonus, I moved mom out of her crappy apartment complex and into a small bungalow in the good part of town. She's got a yard now where she loves to garden.

Things are good. Great, in fact everything is working out the way I dreamed - and worked like hell to make happen. I wonder how Levi is doing now... I feel a familiar pang of rejection, but it's softened over time. I haven't seen or heard from him since that night we spent together. He never called from France, and after sending a couple of emails and getting no reply, I gave up on the hope that I would see him again. Sometimes I'll remember the time we spent together; a joke, or conversation, and it hits me all over again. But that was years ago, and I've moved on. Only curiosity keeps me checking online from time to time, but I never find anything about him at all. "We're here." I look up. We've arrived outside a fancy building on the Upper East Side. The driver takes my bags, and the doorman greets me out front. "Welcome, Mr. Jaeger. Here are your keys and security card." He passes them to me. "You also had a package delivered," he adds. "I placed it on the table inside." "Thank you."

I head to the elevator. It's gorgeous in here, all gleaming marble and fresh-cut flowers. Upstairs, the apartment is on its own floor, with an entrance hallway, and a huge open-plan living area. I tell the driver to leave the bags, and tip him generously on the way out. Thank you, Armin. I'm too tired to take it all in, but its bright and airy and impeccably decorated. There's a small table by the door, and a package is waiting for me. At first, I think it might be a delivery of more documents for the case, but when I look closer, I realize there's nothing business-like about it.

The box is small, wrapped in silk, about the size of a paperback book. It's tied with a beautiful gold ribbon, and there's a card tucked underneath with my name written in flowing calligraphy. Eren. I pull the ribbon undone, curious. Inside, I find a key nestled in layers of plum satin. But it's not just any key. Elegant and old-fashioned, it's set with dozens of tiny sparkling crystals, with a fine gold chain looped through the top. There's another card underneath. Heavy paper and swirling script, I look around, but the apartment is empty. No return address or name on the card. I catch my breath. There's something so beautiful and seductive about the gift, but I have no idea where it came from. Who sent it? I read it and all it says:

Welcome to your wildest fantasy.

Are you ready to play?

What does it mean? I feel a shiver of excitement. I love games, and I already can tell, this one is going to be fun.