Author's Note: This is the last chapter of this first part of what I am hoping will become a well-developed series. I would like your suggestions as to what our boys' bucket list should include. As always, please review!

Levi had to turn away from the brat to prevent the heat from rising to his cheeks and coloring his normally pale face an ugly, blotchy red. Several days had gone by since their little pact had been executed, and Levi found himself on the wrong end of Eren's trademark deadly glares more often than not recently. It did not help either that the brat's friends were very protective of him, and although Levi was sure Eren had never told them about what happened, Armin and Mikasa were adamant on boosting the deadliness of Eren's glares with some of their own. Armin was manageable, the boy believed in authority too much, however Eren's self-proclaimed sister posed a threat not only to Levi's moods (which now swung between bad and absolutely catastrophically horrible), but also his livelihood. Besides the eye-murdering, however, Eren seemed to have accepted his fate as Levi's one-night stand. Levi tried to convince himself he didn't care much about the titan shifter's feelings, that he had upheld his end of the bargain; he was finding it difficult to ignore the hurt looks Eren would give him whenever they were alone in a room together. When this happened, Levi just felt trapped, and escaped at the first possibility.

Therefore, it was no surprise that his breath caught in his chest when, during a quiet evening inside his quarters, his repose was interrupted by a loud knock an audacious yell of, Damn it, Corporal, would you stop ignoring me?

He nearly ripped the door off its hinges and dragged the offender inside by the scruff of his neck. Never mind that he was slightly shorter than the other man, he was twice as strong and probably a hundred times as pissed off.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Jäger? I could throw you back into the dungeon without a mattress–,"

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Corporal?" Eren asked angrily, taking Levi's arm on his shoulder into a vice-like grip. Levi blinked at him, before he forcefully ripped his arm out of the younger man's grasp and went behind him to slam the door so hard, the windows rang in their frames. He turned to look at the titan shifter, eyebrows knitted together, his arms crossed over his chest.

"And what is it that I am doing, exactly, Jäger?"

"It's Eren. You're ignoring me."

"Jäger," Levi said pointedly before going to his desk and propping himself against it as he observed the fuming boy. The last thing he needed was to have Eren act like an abandoned boyfriend or whatever it was that he fancied himself in relation to Levi. "In this past week, did I dedicate less time to you than I normally do to your peers?"

"No, but–,"

"Did I not answer all titan-related questions when you had them?"

"You did, but–,"

"So what is the problem?"

"I just…" Eren looked down at his worn shoes. "I just thought we'd be more to each other after we… After what happened."

"You thought wrong," Levi deadpanned. "I promised you sex, I gave you sex. As far as I am concerned, the transaction is complete. Now do us both a favor and stop acting like a simpering little bitch. Your friends are giving me evil looks and I would hate to punish them for their rudeness."

"They're just concerned because–,"

"Because you cannot handle the fact that what we shared was a one-night stand? Which was all it was supposed to be from the start. Did we or did we not agree on it?" Levi asked, watching the boy's shoulders slump. He would not feel pity for the brat. Sure, the sex had been great, and Eren had acted like a real man, wanting to please Levi in return instead of just lying there like a dead fish, as most of Levi's former trysts had, but that was all it had been. All they could ever afford themselves anyway. Levi sighed and took a couple of steps towards the younger man before placing a cold hand on Eren's cheek. He should not be doing this.

Green eyes looked up at him in confusion, and Levi saw that they were red-rimmed already. Of course, the emotional brat would wallow in self-pity. But these were the times they were living in, and these were the positions they occupied. Soldiers. No future. Humanity's Strongest and Humanity's Last Hope had front-row tickets on the ride to hell. Levi did feel bad for the young man. It really wasn't his fault that he had this power, as far as Levi knew, after all, who would want to be called an abomination and be ridden like a slave on a daily basis, prodded and picked at by Hanji and be subject to speculation on part of so many people?

"Look, kid," Levi sighed. "We had a deal. That I would show you what humans do before they die. You didn't want to die before getting laid, and that's completely understandable. But I am not a good man. And I am definitely not your boyfriend. So what do you want from me?"

Eren mouthed something inaudible, his eyes still fixed on Levi's face.

"Speak up, brat!"

"I want you to show me other things!"

Levi dropped his hand.

"What other things?"

"I don't know, what else does everyone need to do at least once in their lifetime?" Eren asked frustratedly. "And don't tell me you don't know because all you do is fight titans. I know you know. And I know you also want to try these things."

"Who's to say I haven't done them?" Levi asked cockily.

"I asked Commander Smith about you. I know what you did before you joined the Survey Corps."

Levi felt all the blood drench from his face. Erwin had no right to tell, he had no right to spread such information, information that would compromise them both. With a cool huff, Levi turned his back on the brat and went back to his desk, leaning against it and studying the smooth surface of the wooden tabletop. He had had Erwin promise never to tell anyone about his background; yet there he was, locked in a room with a child he'd stripped of his virginity and who was privy to his utmost secrets.

"What did he tell you?" Levi asked, his voice shaking finely. "What did that son of a bitch tell you?"

Eren hesitated for a moment.

"I know why you're so good at being stealthy. I know why you have such disdain for the government. And I know why you're so… um… I know you used to sleep with people for money," Eren finished lamely, knowing this would probably earn him a beating. "I promise I won't tell anyone!"

Levi chuckled bitterly.

"You bet your ass you won't. My word still weighs more than yours around here," he said. Rounding back at Eren, he saw that the younger man had his head bowed, his hands clenched into fists. "It was good money, too. Lots and lots of it. It was very simple. Most people don't have wild fantasies when they seek such services. From time to time you'd get special requests, and that's where the real gold starts flowing. You just need to know what kinks they're into and then–,"

"Please, stop," Eren interrupted him. Levi raised an eyebrow. "I don't want to hear it."

"You shouldn't have mentioned it then, brat. But, perhaps, you're right. I may be experienced in some areas… and completely ignorant in others." Levi sat on his desk, pondering over what Eren was offering him. He had been curious about civilian life for a while, especially since the new recruits had joined, with their innocent bubbly energy and naïve outlook. He remembered what it was like down in the underground with his friends, between the stealing and the fucking, and he could not say that it had all been bad. "Fine."

Eren looked up sharply.

"What?"

"I said fine, brat, are you deaf? We'll do this, this crazy thing you want, trying stuff before we die. Whatever. As long as it doesn't mess with my training and sleep." Eren was practically glowing at this point. Levi sighed. "I want you to make a list, come see me when you have it."

"Will you make one?"

"What do you think? I am not letting you have all the control over this, you brat. God knows what stuff you haven't done. Learned some manners, for example. Honestly."

The next thing Levi knew was that soft lips pressed against his briefly, and green invaded his entire field of vision. The kiss was brief – Eren probably knew this was not the best idea he'd had, – and the next moment the kid was dashing out the door.

"Honestly."