Greetings fellow readers! I have come baring a new chapter of Eren and Levi's sexual endeavors. A few things to discuss. First off, in the last chapter I said these were drabbles because length was debatable. I'm taking that back. When you type 6,000 words – that's not a drabble. I am instead calling these short stories. I am too detailed-oriented to type a quick chapter that is less than a thousand words. I'm sorry, I need a little more girth than that. I sweat the small stuff.

Secondly, I feel in my gut that I'm going to get heat from the chapter. Why? Because it is the High Sex chapter. Which means Levi and Eren will be dealing with a little pot. Now, I don't really know what people's issue is with marujiana, but that is your own shit to feel uncomfortable. In the original anime would Levi and Eren blaze it up? No. Do I think it's fun to tweak their dynamics a bit in sake of a fun story? Yes. And also, I had a BLAST writing this and I honestly can't wait to see people's reactions.

So, basically, YES I did try to keep them in character. There will be a tad OOCness, I personally don't think there's much. Unless you squint. There will be drugs and sex and all that happy horseshit so get out now if you don't like any of the above.

That's about it. I'm sorry this is a little lengthy. The next chapter will be half the size of this – if not less. So, hopefully you guys enjoy and I will stop mindlessly chatting with you now.

Happy reading!

Chapter 2: High Sex

The ancient tale is told that God created the world in seven days and on the seventh day, He rested. On that sacred seventh day, God said to His people, "On this day, you shall take ease against your worldly struggles and prepare for battle on the morrow because the next day is Monday – the day of sloth, dread and chaos." Eren was not a Christian by any means, however if he was he would assume that is what the Lord hath said following the fabrication of the Earth.

Because this particular Monday had been shockingly unpleasant.

Eren was employed at the Coastal Electric and Finance where you were guaranteed "Simple Business for the Modern Individual" and have the undeniable taste of shit in your mouth when you get a phone call from the collections department when you remember that you haven't paid your water bill for two months. The conversation would start business casual, Eren addressing himself and stating his reason for calling and then receiving confirmation on whether or not the person on the other end of the line was in fact the same individual who the account was under.

And then it drastically turned into a hurricane of angry shouts and profanities once he revealed what they owed to the agency.

"I paid you guys at the end of last month! I don't understand why you need five hundred dollars!"

Eren has been presented with this scenario a thousand times – customers not giving money for the company's services for an extended period, dodging multiple calls and then eventually beginning to give payments again. They assume Coastal doesn't notice anything, but they know everything. Even when you take a piss.

In return, the insolence of the establishment and its clients taught Eren a certain degree of patience that was unfamiliar to his nature. He did not scream. He did not curse. Instead, he calmly sat at his desk, lifelessly staring at the computer screen of account information before him as if his soul was gradually being sucked out of his body. "I get that, sir, but that doesn't cover the month of March and April that your payment was delayed. You paid for the month of May. That is this month."

"I know what fucking month it is!" The man barked into his ear.

"You still need to pay for March and April," Eren continued, unfazed by the rudeness at this point. "Which comes to the balance of five hundred and fifty two dollars. We can set up a new payment method or you can give that to us all up front."

There was a pause on the line as if the guy was contemplating his surrender, but of course that would be too easy. "Fuck you, I wanna speak to your manager now!"

Eren closed his eyes tiredly and sighed, "One moment please." The kid then reached over, dialed the three digit extension and slammed the phone down on the receiver, mumbling under his breath, "Dickhead." Someone else upstairs could deal with him.

However, the moment he got the chance to enjoy the silence, his cellphone went off beside him and nearly made him want to smash a robust fist through it. Company protocol says that all employees are not permitted on their personal devices while on the clock, but Eren gave zero fucks about it. He snatched it swiftly and saw that Levi had texted him which made his heart flutter for a brief second before he actually read the message.

I'm going to be late tonight. I have a meeting with management.

Eren groaned audibly before tossing his phone hard on his desk and furiously rubbing his eyes. He was quickly ascending to his boiling point and it was becoming more difficult not to burn this place to the ground to release his frustrations.

"What's wrong with you, Jaeger?" a stout voice inquired from outside his cubicle. Eren's heated gaze flickered to see his co-worker Jean Kirschtein standing in the entryway. They were box neighbors. He bullshitted around in the compartment next to him and would fling thick office rubberbands over the wall to piss Eren off on the daily. Yet somehow the boy considered them to be friends. Even though Jean wanted to fuck his adoptive sister, Mikasa. Fortunately, she possessed the strength of three fully grown men and disregarded Kirstein as a mere persistent flea that she constantly needed to bat away from her vision.

But, come hell or high water, Jean was actually a good person. So, Eren swiveled his chair to face him as he plucked the pen tucked behind his ear and threw it across the room, "Oh, nothing. Levi's just putting more overtime in at work that necessary. I swear that man is a workaholic. He goes to work for eight hours a day and then comes home and does another three hours of emails and phone calls."

"All work and no play makes the Overlord a dull boy," Jean replied.

"He's not an Overlord."

"The guy is unapproachable. He scares the shit out of everyone." Jean pointed a reproachable finger at Eren, his expression confused, "Were you at the Christmas party last year? Because I'm pretty sure you were the one that brought him."

"He's stressed," Eren countered weakly.

Jean shrugged his shoulders as he meandered his way into the small cubicle, "Whatever helps you fuck him."

The boy's eyes followed his co-worker as he bounded himself on top of the desk and contently set his ass on a heap of papers, resting his elbows on his thighs and leaning in close as if to make this a more personal conversation. Eren indulged it.

"I just wish he had a hobby – anything to knock him down a few notches."

Jean nodded as if he understood his troubles, "How about basket weaving?"

Eren glared vehemently, "You're not helping."

The man raised his arms in the defensive manner, but it wasn't like it would block the kid's shitty attitude, "Alright, alright." Jean strained his neck upwards and was barely tall enough to peer around the office, cautiously observing everyone hiding away in their workspaces and making sure they were distracted with phone calls.

Apprehension seized Eren as Jean hunched back down and got uncomfortably close, those eyes steely with a newfound look of seriousness. The kid began to scurry away. "What the fuck are you doing?"

At that moment, Jean dipped two fingers into his breast pocket and pulled what appeared to be a snugly rolled cigarette since it looked slightly rough enough to be shaped by the average hand. However, it was no cigarette since what Eren smelled what not tobacco – it was the sweet, pungent smell of marijuana.

Green eyes grew wide with alarm, "Holy shit, Jean! Put that shit away!"

"Listen," Kirschtein murmured faintly, lowering his head so just the two of them could hear, "just take it. Trust me on this."

"Levi and I don't smoke pot," Eren assured him anxiously. He couldn't believe he was being offered drugs at work.

Jean smiled sincerely and shifted his arm, extending his hand out and placing the joint in Eren's pocket regardless of his qualms. He then patted his shoulder gently and gave it a reassuring squeeze, "Take it. It's a gift. You'll know when to use it."

Eren's head jerked around nervously as he rubbed the paraphernalia buried within his clothes with a sweaty palm. Corporate offices were not the most ideal places for drug deals. He was surprised he was even endorsing this in the first place for he had never smoked weed before in his life and he strongly presumed that Levi hadn't either. However, here he was willingly accepting it because he sure as hell wasn't giving it back. There was something in his mind that was urging him to keep it. What a load of shit.

"Fine," Eren reluctantly answered.

Oh my god, what in the fuck are you doing? he thought fretfully to himself. Levi was going to murder him.

"So, uh," Jean began to nudge the boy's arm playfully, jostling him out of his thoughts, "since I'm being so gracious would you do me a favor and let me take Mikasa out?"

Eren may have been distracted by his possible demise by the hands of his lover but his scowl was damn near instantaneous, "You touch my sister and I'll castrate you."

That particular conversation took place over five hours ago. Four of those grueling hours were spent diligently working until Coastal Electric and Finance's superior monarchy permitted their employees to leave. For Eren, one half of the last hour was spent driving sluggishly through rush hour traffic with a hand pressed tightly against his pants pocket where the joint had been hidden away. As if everyone surrounding him knew he was smuggling weed in his vehicle and it had him peeping around the highway the entire ride home for the fuzz that could be on his tail at any moment.

All that outlandish paranoia and Eren hadn't even smoked the damn thing yet. Or perhaps it was the image of Levi hovering over his body as he squeezed the air out of his throat that kept him in such a state.

The other half of the hour was spent quietly in the solitude the boy had come home to as he changed into comfortable clothes – beige cargo shorts and an old sweater – while ambling around barefoot and preparing a late dinner which would be his favorite: spaghetti. It was cheap and Eren always made enough to feed a village just as his mother did when he was young. Carla made certain every night was a feast – not simply a meal.

Currently, the stove was on a dim heat with hard pasta noodles cooking in water while a small pan of marinara sauce warmed up beside it. It would be another twenty minutes until dinner was finished which Eren had willfully anticipated that Levi would be home by then, however there were never any guarantees. Therefore, he went and sat down on the sofa to play the waiting game. The television was on at a low volume and turned to a world news channel that discussed at a twenty-four hour convenience of all the international strife and all the global phenomena that you should be scared of. Naturally, it was the first thing Levi watched at the end of the day.

Eren had no interest in politics and the deceivers who preached about it. They were as bad as Catholic priests. The serious banter amongst news anchors became nothing more than background noise as he reclined into the couch, his feet propped up against the coffee table as he twirled his marijuana cigarette between pinched fingers and seemed rather absorbed by it. The suffocating anxiety that he felt earlier was gradually fading away to a far corner of his mind as he thought about both what Jean had assured him and how Levi's personality was so easily strained.

It was no secret that Levi – who when angered – was scarier than the lowest level of Hell and just picturing his wrath made Eren want to tear the joint in two. However, when Eren truly mused about it and dug a deep hole to the roots of the actual issue he realized how fairly dull Levi had been lately with his compulsive vexing about perfection within his business life. It troubled Eren to see the man force his way through sleepless nights as he stared despairingly at a computer screen, scribbling accounts and numbers on a note pad while he smoked through a pack of cigarettes within hours. Never did the boy want to open the floodgates of Levi's mind during those stressful times which have been becoming progressively more frequent.

And in truth, Eren had not the faintest idea when he would return home. Meetings could take hours if Levi deemed the inconvenience to be worth it. That headstrong bastard was not controlled by anyone, but he was damn well controlled by his career. At one point Eren admired him for it, but after a while he began to see it as a sickness within the man. When business turned sour Levi would be in a restless condition for weeks and as his lover, it would upset Eren to witness his sanity fall apart.

It was unlikely that smoking pot would be a new hobby, but maybe for a night it would give the man some honest peace of mind.

After contemplating it extensively for what felt like a century, the clicking sound of the door knob being twisted open caught Eren's preoccupied attention. Instinctively, he stuffed the weed down in his pocket and donned a casual position on the couch as – speak of the devil – Levi stepped into the apartment wordlessly. The boy figured it to be safer to not to begin conversing with him just yet. Instead he listened attentively as the door was pushed closed and loud footsteps plodded across the tile into the kitchen. A forceful thud was then heard. It was a briefcase being throw on the countertop which was the first sign of a bad mood.

It was high time to act cool.

Eren peered up from over the cushions, studying Levi as he loitered around the simmering silver pots to see what was being concocted for dinner. Which didn't really mean much because he never complained about anything that was made. The man only lingered in that spot for a brief moment anyways before shrugging off his coat and hanging it on the rack beside the front door. His expression appeared dispassionate as usual as Eren watched him walk straight into the living room and drop onto the couch like a sack of bricks. Levi's stone cold eyes – those piercing and breathtaking icy blue eyes, stared vacant at the television.

Eren didn't need to look at him to know how detached he was from exhaustion. "How was your day?" he asked carefully.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

All the boy could do was give a curt and comprehensive nod even though on the inside he was tired of his boyfriend coming home like this. It wasn't healthy. Eren discreetly gripped the outside fabric of his pants pocket that contained the cure.

Levi was finally sitting down for the first time since his day had begun and he was not even given the grace of five minutes until his phone started to vibrate. He had such a splitting headache that the noise sounded much louder than normal. His inbox had been blowing up for hours now so at this point Levi couldn't even scream. He could however feel Eren's penetrating stare burning holes in his clothes. The man knew he shouldn't answer it, but he had a massive project underway that he was in charge of. Levi huffed out an exasperated breath and whipped out his phone, fatigued eyes squinting at the caller ID and then rolling in annoyance.

"Jesus Christ," he grounded out harshly through his teeth and answered the call with venom already forming on the tip of his tongue. "Hello? …Yeah. Okay, what's he doing?"

Eren folded his arms over his chest and exhaled hotly from his nose. It didn't go unnoticed by Levi for he sharply arose from the couch and trudged into the remoteness of their bedroom, talking impatiently with whomever was on the other line, "Why the fuck would he charge them a thousand dollars for a short change order when the job itself was five thousand for two weeks? He should charge per square foot."

Eren's educated guess – which really wasn't worth jack shit – would say it was either Hanji, Levi's partner in crime, or one of his contractors. Judging on the tone of his voice, Eren deduced it was the latter. The boy paid no consideration for the art of commercial chatter, but he did give a cursory glance at the open door when he heard Levi's voice begin to raise in octaves.

"I don't care what he says, that is cleaning and maintenance – those accounts are mine!"

Suddenly, it seemed like Jean's words to the wise hit Eren's nerves as he continued to listen to Levi shout into his cellphone at nearly eight o' clock at night over a fucking contract. His fingers twitched and nearly moved on their own accord as they plunged into his pockets and dragged out his joint, exposing it to the world. Eren's heartbeat stumbled in a clash of excitement and terror as he delicately placed it in between his lips. A lighter was always hidden away in a small chest on the coffee table for when Levi smoked his cigarettes at night. Eren reached over and unlatched the handle, opening the top and spotting down below a green Bic that was promptly seized by his right hand.

The lighter was pulled up to the end of the paper and the boy courageously ignited it, inhaling a full breath of thick and stifling smoke that licked along the inner walls of his lungs. Eren's body became rigid almost instantly as he held onto the burn within his chest for as long as humanly possible before coughing it all out. His green eyes swelled and watered while he noisily hacked up coarse weed smoke, his head slightly foggy. "Shit…"

The sound of Eren choking must have grabbed at Levi's conscious for when the he glanced up to see if the man had noticed his fit, he had already emerged from the bedroom and was leaning against the door frame. He was too consumed with his phone call to notice the marijuana blazing in Eren's hand. His vision was focused elsewhere. "Uh-huh, yeah," Levi droned apathetically into the receiver, phone tugged away in between his shoulder and cheek. "Well, how about this? You listening? Next time you see him you can tell him that he can go fuck himself, alright? Goodbye." Click.

The conversation was then terminated. Levi irately scrubbed his eyelids as he wandered back over to the sofa and sat down with a sigh. Eren was a mere foot away, frozen with apprehension and hugging the smoldering joint close. He saw his lover's face contort as the clear scent of cannabis perfumed around his nose. It took one strong whiff of the air for Levi's neck to snap in Eren's direction.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded – the tenor of his voice almost skeptical.

There was an awkward pause.

"…smoking pot," Eren winced. It was the truth. He couldn't get pissed that he was lying.

Levi's composed demeanor nearly made his festering rage palpable if only he wasn't so blatantly stunned by what was happening. "You have got to be kidding me," he replied. "Where in the fuck did you get that?"

No sense in acting timid now. Eren concluded that he was already fucked. He daringly positioned the joint back to his mouth and took another long, hearty drag while his gaze resiliently held with Levi's. "Someone," the boy retorted as he exhaled, coughing out the fire in his lungs and shakily passing it over, "Here."

Levi didn't even glimpse down.

"No."

"It's for you!" Eren shouted defiantly.

"What would you think I'd want that?"

"It's to calm you down!"

Levi raised an incredulous eyebrow at that comment, "You bought weed to calm me down?"

Eren shrugged, "It was a gift," he answered and then urged his arm closer to the man, his expression stern. "Listen, if you're not going to try it then I'm going to throw it out."

For a moment Levi didn't budge from his spot. He sat perfectly still and silently deliberated his circumstances. Whatever resolution he came to had his hand extending forward to the outstretched weed ablaze in Eren's fingers and then uprooting it from of the boy's light grasp. Levi's eyes were collected as he stared fleetingly at the joint before him and then he shook his head, "I can't believe I'm doing this like some stoner teenager."

Eren thought he was in some bizarre foreign world when he intently observed his boyfriend – his callous, stoical boyfriend – pinch the paper between his thumb and pointer finger and suck in a colossal and unwavering inhalation of hot smoke. He held it deep in his torso for a long time before parting those thin lips and blowing it out in a dense line. Levi squeezed his eyelids shut, "Damn, that's strong."

Eren was so attracted to him right now. He let a girlish giggle that rang oddly in his ears, "I know."

"Fuck this shit," the man said indolently and inhaled another lengthy hit, the ember glowing brightly in the process.

"You look so weird smoking a dobbie," Eren snickered. His eyelids were beginning to feel as if there were lead weights attached to them and all he wanted was more of this peculiar sensation. He stuck out a greedy open right palm with a devious smirk, "Gimme."

Within fifteen minutes they had fogged out their living room. A thin hazed rolled along the atmosphere as the two of them slumped down in the inviting cushions of the sofa, gazing vacuously at the ceiling with half-lidded and irritated red eyes. The joint was mostly disintegrated – a mere lonely nub in Levi's limp hand that rested lazily on his thigh.

Eren had never simultaneously felt so strange and so incredible in his entire life. It was like the Earth was standing motionless on its axis and he could fully enjoy the simplicity of nothing. He could just stay here for an eternity and perceive all the things that he overlooked in his everyday life with a crystal clear awareness, but yet with unawareness. To not worry about something as sophisticated as conflict because there were so many wonderful things to appreciate – like how the carpet feels on your naked feet.

He was just so fucking high.

"I'm hungry," Levi grumbled unexpectedly, blue irises resolved to the white ceiling above.

Eren was so engulfed with his own profound reflections that he barely heard him speak. "Oh shit," he slurred and with great effort, tilted his head backwards towards the abandoned pasta cooking on the stove, "I forgot I made dinner."

"What did you make?"

"I don't remember."

Levi peered lethargically over his shoulder and squinted his eyes. Surely he could see it from here. "I think it was spaghetti," he recollected feebly.

Eren's gave him a perplexed look, "You hate spaghetti though. Why did I make that?"

"I don't know, but it sounds really good right now." The man continued to ogle hungrily at the food that was only a few feet away. He absolutely loathed pasta – especially the red sauce, but he was lusting after it as if it were a delicious steak. Levi reached a leg out and haphazardly kicked Eren's shin with his heel, "Go get me some."

Marujiana was an astonishing herb. Ordinarily, Eren would quip at his lover to get his own dinner – that he was not his mother. However, right now the boy was feeling lighthearted. He stood up tall with a groan and hiked into the kitchen like he was in a trance. The ground didn't sway beneath him as he expected it to. Everything was just coming at him in slow motion. He thought at least five solid minutes had passed by the time he entered the kitchen and he had to remind himself what he was actually there for before dragging his feet over to the cabinet above the sink. He clenched the handle tighter than necessary, pulling it open and stretching to grab two plates off of the top shelf.

He placed the dishes on the counter softly as if the tiniest of touches would shatter them to pieces. When he went to spin around to grab the pots from the stove, he jerked in surprise to catch Levi a few steps behind him with the almost depleted joint still glued to his fingers. He was even more startled when the man began to yank off his shirt and watched in entertainment as the constricting neckline got stuck around his head.

A bubble of giggles escaped from Eren's mouth at the sight.

"What are you doing?" he asked amusedly.

Levi grunted and wrenched the article of clothing off with force. His immaculate dark hair was now crazy with static, "I'm suffocating," he griped.

Sober or not, Eren found the spectacle to be hilarious. He buried his face in his hands and cried so hard in laughter that he nearly collapsed. Levi even succumbed to a chuckle and that was a wonderful sound that Eren had not heard in ages. They were actually having fun with each other.

Eren peeked an eye through his fingers and adored the picture of Levi looking incredibly handsome with such a genuine smile. No matter how small it was. The boy slid his hands away and stared – purely and sincerely – and it reminded him how unconditionally in love he was with Levi. His love was patient and kind. His eyes contained the ocean and drew Eren in with the tide. His words were playful and insightful and carried on through the most delightful of conversations. His body was built like a brick shit house and it could fuck with ferocity or it could make love with benevolence.

And it was intoxicating.

"You're really sexy," Eren purred.

Levi could practically sniff out this kid's growing need. A cunning smirk played across his lips and beckoned Eren to come closer with a wave of his hand. Those enchanting tan legs glided forward and those green irises had the hankering for sex etched plainly within them. Levi reached out and clutched the back of his neck, fingertips grazing tiny strands of that luscious brown hair and held him completely still. The man brought the dwindling joint up to his parted mouth, flipping the burning end towards him and clenched his teeth down on the soggy paper. He took a finger and tapped Eren's bottom lip. It was a gesture to open wide and the brat obeyed mutely.

Levi stiffened his hold on Eren, inclining them so close together that they were virtually kissing and propelled a fast and heavy link of smoke into his mouth. The kid shut his eyes and inhaled deeply, his lungs filling to the brink. When he could take no more, Eren stepped back – cheeks reddened – and blew out cannabis fumes across Levi's face, immersing him in a gray and white haze.

He chuckled mischievously, "I am so high."

Levi nodded, pulling the joint from his mouth and flicking it behind his shoulder, "So am I. Wanna fuck?" he asked frankly.

Eren gave a lewd grin.

Levi had a vice grip on the brat's thighs in zero seconds flat as he slammed him hard on top of the counter, his back smashing roughly against the wood cabinets. It was a frenzy of tongues licking the inside of each other's cheeks and excitedly ripping, tearing, unzipping and heaving off clothes until they were two shamelessly naked bodies clawing at one another.

Eren convulsed as Levi's mouth savored his skin – feverishly kissing and biting at the crevasse of his sensitive neck. In return, his hands grabbed at the man's velvet skin. Fingernails scratched and grazed and tore down his flesh, leaving behind angry red streaks. Levi groaned and his muscles became tense under his sinister touch. His face remained concealed as he fumbled a free arm out and frantically felt around the granite counters for the hand lotion they usually kept next to the sink.

Eren could barely wait. His legs spread themselves wide and wrapped securely around Levi's waist, urging their erections together and grinding along the sweet friction. It was electrifying. More so than usual. Every inch of the kid's body – from the top of his head to the tips of his toes – was scalding and overly responsive. He reached his right hand down between them and seized their throbbing members and pumped them against each other. Eren moaned lusciously.

Meanwhile, Levi rejoiced when his palm finally hit the lemon scented lotion beside the faucet. He snatched the petite and half-empty bottle. He snapped the cap open with his thumb and turned it over, squeezing enough of the substance into his left hand and then tossing it to the floor. Levi begrudgingly pulled away from Eren for a few seconds, quickly lathering his cock and with two fingers coated the lotion around the brat's puckered entrance, and shoved himself deep inside.

Eren's eyes widened significantly and his gasp was very perceptible. It felt so fucking stimulating that his knees shook.

Even Levi hesitated in moving right away because the sensation was sultrier than he could have ever imaged. The man leaned forward and pressed their sweaty foreheads together, breathing steadily as he rolled his hips.

It was a lot. The feeling was hotter which meant they both wanted it fiercer. Eren was actually astounding Levi. The brat was never one to vacillate a hardcore fuck as much as he did, but Eren was a mess. He bumped and grounded his ass violently on the man's erection with fanged bared and groans rupturing from his throat like a wild animal. Levi just let him go – captivated by his body and how those lean muscles flexed with every push.

However, it wasn't enough. Eren suddenly lurched forward and took a hold of Levi's face with both hands and kissed him wholly on the lips with such strength that he lost his footing and stumbled backwards. They both plummeted to the floor with a loud crash. The entirety of Eren's weigh came barreling down square in the middle of Levi's sternum and it knocked the wind out of him.

"Fuck, Eren!" he managed to wheeze. He crawled back to get some balance against the lower cabinets while this maniac was already starting to ride him.

Eren's ears were ringing – deaf of all sound, but not blind to his desires. He rocked viciously on his lover's cock while the pleasurable tingle of orgasm stung the tip of his own. He threw his arms up and clutched the counter with all of his might and his biceps rippled. Levi's eyes rolled to the back of his head and impulsively grabbed Eren's hips, hauling him down further so he could experience more of that warmth.

The boiling pot of spaghetti above them was going undetected.

Levi was thoroughly impressed with the brat's efforts to fuck him like crazy, but unfortunately Eren was too invigorating for him to ever get a sufficient amount of that erotic body. The man snaked a hardy arm surreptitiously around the small of his back and brutally flopped them over so that Eren was now firmly laying on the ground, legs divided around Levi as he laid out an onslaught of powerful thrusts to his prostate.

All the while, the silver pot of poaching water began to spill over the edges.

"Almost!" Eren cried, "Almost!"

"Cum for me," Levi ordered breathlessly.

The boy arched up towards the ceiling when a fiery explosion of white stars clouded his vision. He screamed to God as he released all over his abdomen, fists tightly balled and tears falling from his eyes. Levi was on the brim of his own furious orgasm and he immediately pulled out of Eren's tautness right before semen gushed from his dick. He gripped the shaft and shuddered as hot cum sprayed across the brat's bronzed flesh. It glistened off his inner thighs, stomach and chest in the luminous kitchen light and made him the epitome picturesque.

Regardless, Levi was drained. He dropped straight to his ass on the tile and attempted to catch some oxygen back before he blacked out.

Not a flinch came from Eren. His eyesight was unfocused and blurry. It had his world spinning. He thought maybe he would just lay there forever with Levi and bask in the afterglow. It seemed like the ideal eternity for him. However, off in the distance there was the distinct noise of sizzling. His mistake. Perhaps he was in Hell. He certainly smelled the fire.

Oh, wait.

"Shit!" Eren yelled and vaulted up from his place on the floor. He bounded towards the stove and grasped the black grips on the side of the gurgling crock, pulling it from the open flame and scrambling to the sink to avoid the searing water from splashing down on his bare feet. He deposited the ruined pasta in the silver basin and jumped back from the heat. Panting in relief, Eren turned back to Levi who remained in his sitting position on the floor. The man look tapped out of energy.

"Are you okay?" Eren questioned – concerned.

Levi nodded weakly, struggling his way up from the ground and stumbling slightly when he stood upright. He bet the brat felt pretty damned proud of himself for leaving his boyfriend in such a delirious state. But, right now that was irrelevant. Levi was parched. He lumbered over to the refrigerator and wrenched the magnetic door free and took out a full two liter of soda. The cap was twisted off with a passion. The carbonation fizzed and Levi chugged it down like a man who had been wondering the desert for a decade. Eren was mesmerized how he emptied half of the beverage in a couple gulps. He observed as Levi drew it away from his dry lips and stared at the plastic bottle as if it were liquid gold on his taste buds.

"This is the most magnificent thing I have ever drank," Levi affirmed with earnest.

If Eren didn't feel so spent after their glorious bout of fucking, he would have laughed harder at that. Instead he flashed a drowsy grin and let out a blithe chuckle. "The noodles are overcooked," he said. "Do you want some?"

Levi grunted like a caveman and approached Eren – liter of soda in tow – and pecked him on the lips, "I'll uh…be on the couch." That was a yes, he would like his spoiled dinner. His cavalier attitude would never truly falter, it was engrained in his biological disposition, but this brat knew his heart better than anyone. Although he molded himself to be indestructible, Eren could perceive it in those blue eyes that he was in high spirits at this very moment.

So, as Levi collapsed on the couch, Eren made two plates of spaghetti with a candid smile. He ladled out two giant heaps of noodles on the dishes, pouring marinara on his but drenching the other with garlic and butter. He picked them up with both hands when finished and had placed a pair of forks in between his teeth as he walked into the living room. Levi's overdone dinner was set before him on the coffee table while Eren took the spaghetti doused in red sauce for himself. They rested themselves on the sofa together, hovering over their plates of food and eating the chewy noodles with a gusto.

Weed could make the most disgusting meal on the planet taste like heaven.

Levi was shoveling it all in his mouth like a savage which was borderline hysterical because he always ate like the Queen of England was at the table. At one point he faced Eren and jammed his fork down to his pasta and said, "This is the best goddamn food you've ever made." Which would have flattered him, but the statement didn't hold much girth to it when you have the munchies.

Nevertheless, the rest of the night they gawked at the television, devoured most of the food in their pantry and laid next to each other – discussing insignificant thoughts that seemed critical to them and laughing boisterously at senseless jokes. They were romantic and complimentary to one another, throwing everything out in the open that went unsaid day after day. A care was not given to work or to their daily discords. All they wanted was to speak unequivocally – in their truth and in their sorrow – for they were so madly fucking in love with each other yet somehow they forgotten that. They had another round of fanatical sex because of it and stayed in the nude.

Eventually, Levi dozed off first on the couch. Eren was bewildered by that. Normally, he would have to coerce him into an agitated sleep. Gazing around their apartment, he noticed after hours of being blissful unaware, how disorderly it was. Not one single item – bags, wrappers, plates – that they had dug out of their kitchen was thrown away. It was all trash.

Levi did not say a word about it.

Eren rapidly blinked his eyes to make sure it wasn't an illusion and he found that it indeed was not. He looked upon his lover fondly who slumbered peaceful next to him for the first time in weeks.

And it was then duly noted by Eren that he needed to thank Jean in the morning, but still would not allow him to bang his sister.

I'm seriously chewing my fingernails thinking I'm going to be put on blast for this.

Regardless, I fucking wrote it and posted it anyways. I think you guys are smart. I put a little depth in this chapter because I thought Eren and Levi would need a VIABLE reason to smoke dope because it is so unlike their personalities. I just want everyone to know I didn't just write this so say "LAWLZ! Dez smokin' hella weed – all bout dat louddddddd!" No. I would be disgusted with myself. Eren did it out of a good place. I don't know if anyone has been so obsessed with perfection with their jobs because growing up both my mother and grandfather were in sales and managing accounts. They wouldn't sleep. They were so anxious about work. Eren simply wants Levi to enjoy one fucking day without fretting about work. Understandable, right? But, I choose to make it funny.

I don't know how many of you have had sex high, but *ahem* it's fucking wonderful. I recommend it.

Anyways. Review, follow, holla at me or don't. Stay tuned for the next chapter!

AND OH MY GOD YOU GUYS! SERIOUSLY, I'M SO NERVOUS ABOUT BEING PUT ON BLAST!