"I was thinking you should wear a dress." Levi says suddenly over dinner one night.
Eren choked on his drink, spraying the water all over the table as he gapes at his fiancé. "W-WHAT."
Levi smirks and sets down his fork with a dainty clink. "Just what I said. Instead of a suit, you should wear a big, frilly white dress. Some bows, pearls, only the best for you."
"Since when did we agree that I was the bottom?!" Eren desperately tries to get his manliness back with an indignant squawk.
Levi just watches him with an amused grin and leans over the table to grab Eren's collar with a strong grip.
"I love you, Eren Jaeger." He murmurs and kisses the younger man before him.
The first thing Eren registers is that he can't see.
Or rather, that he had a blindfold on.
The second thing he registers is that he is chained in the most uncomfortable position ever as he dangles from the ceiling. He swears his shoulders will dislocate if he remains this way, arms forced over his head, legs stretched out side to side, since his body just sags while his arms take the brunt of his weight.
The young doctor wonders why he is here but then it all comes back to him when his head throbs. With a slight groan, the memories from the night before remind him of his danger.
"Finally…" Eren sighs, tossing his keys into the basket by the back door. Cracking his neck, he slowly trudges into the living room, where he pulls out his phone, smiling at the picture of Levi and himself.
He had caught the older man off-guard on the second day of their honeymoon. Eren had looked over to his new husband and smiled when he saw Levi scowling at the sand that dirtied his feet.
Eren laughed softly and rested his head on his husband's chest, internally wincing since last night had been so very, very passionate. Closing his eyes, he held his phone up, curling into Levi's loving embrace.
"Eren? What are you-" Eren smiles brightly and takes the picture.
Silence.
"You. Fucking. Brat." Levi growls, sitting up in the sand. Eren sits up as well, laughing. He glances down at the picture, and his heart melts at the sight. He had never seen Levi look at him so lovingly, the carefree smile on the man's face a ghost of his actual, dulled looks.
"Delete that right now or I swear to God." He threatens, standing when Eren does.
He pouts, cradling the phone closer to his chest. "But Levi…"
He can see his husband cracking under his puppy dog eyes, but he still fights it. "I want you to delete that right now."
"Leviiiii...I just want to keep this one. I think I deserve this, after all you've done to me." He raises an eyebrow and Levi glowers at him, face flushing in shame.
After a couple of seconds, Levi looks away with a sigh and a quiet mumble. "Just that one…"
But Eren had caught it. He smiles so brightly the stars bow away in shame, and tackles his husband, littering kisses all over his face and lips.
Eren laughs and unlocks his phone, bringing up Levi's contact. His finger hovers over the call button when he's struck hard from behind, falling to the ground with a hard blow to the base of his skull.
His phone falls from his limp hand and he cries out, his crimson blood staining the white carpet. He can just hear Levi scolding him for dirtying the clean carpet, but whose fault is it really?
Eren tries to get to his feet, but the person behind him hits him in the small of his back. His mouth snaps open in a scream of pain, blood spraying from his dark cavern.
He slowly crawls over to the front door, trying to grab his phone from under the table next to the door. A metal-toed boot slams into his ribs, sending him flying back against the door with a hard slam.
Well…at least that put his spine back in place.
"Oi!" A deep voice, darkened by a whisper, cries out. "We just need to get him, not kill him! Stand down!"
A strong arm wraps around his middle, picking him up, and he screams in pain, lashing out against his attacker. He struggles to grip the door, nails scratching the whitened wood. His attacker swings him around, and Eren's arms flail lifelessly, hitting the vases hard enough to force them to tumble to the ground.
Eren's dulled nails find purchase on the mahogany table, and he tries once more to desperately pull away, ignoring the pain in his spine and head.
He hears the closet door open before he can fully comprehend it, and suddenly he's limp against his captor, a large gash splitting his forehead open, thanks to the door that had slammed in his face.
Eren's vision is lost by pounding headaches, but he is still able to hear just fine the voice that controls them all.
"You idiots...bring him through the kitchen back out. I have some things I need to do with him."
He knew that voice...and he knew it well.
The door opens and his head snaps up, body shaking as he tries desperately to support his weight with his legs, but they've been forced apart so far, they limply fall back into place.
Eren numbly spits out blood, his split lip screaming in pain, and he tilts his head back, trying to keep the tears at bay.
Or is that blood…?
"Hello Eren." A soft voice echoes throughout the bloodied room and his beaten body freezes, voice muffled by the gag.
The footsteps slowly make their way over to him, and he whimpers when a soft finger pokes his bare chest, slowly gliding the digit up his bloodied chest to rest on his split lip.
"Do you miss your husband?" The soft voice asks him, and he clenches his jaw, swallowing hard.
Yes. He did miss him. So goddamn much. But…Eren doesn't want Levi to see him like this. He knows just what all Levi went through and knows what it did to the older man.
Eren doesn't want Levi to see another one of his loved one in pain anymore.
Instead he lashes out against the chains, arching his knee up to hit the person in front of him. But his kidnapper knew his every move, as they should, since they saw him every day.
The soft finger suddenly presses hard against his Adam's Apple, making him gag, and the voice is sharp with an obvious warning.
"Oh Eren…if only he could see you now."
The pressure leaves his throat and he coughs harshly, tilting his head away from the hand, but his head is jerked forwards by his bloodied hair, and he groans, body slumping in defeat.
The blindfold is suddenly taken off and his blurred vision stumbles onto one of his captors, but he can't make much out of the person before him. Only that the person was a female.
She sighs and caresses his bruised cheek with a hand before smiling sharply. He closes his eyes in slight pain, a searing migraine taking over him.
Something cool traces over his cheek and his body jerks forwards in surprise, an eye snapping back open to widen in fear when he realizes what the object is.
A needle.
"Let's have some fun, shall we?" The woman murmurs, and his blood-curdling scream is the last thing Eren registers before his world goes painfully black.
One curt knock is all it takes for Levi to jump up from his spot on the floor and race towards the door, hand still painfully gripping that damned object.
Eren's phone.
Eren's cracked, shattered, bloodied, marred beyond recognition, phone.
"Erwin." His voice (Was that even his voice? Since when did he sound so lost, so dejected?) cracks at the end of the man's name, and he doesn't have it in him to clear his throat. Instead he stares at the blond man before him before stepping to the side to let him in, another man coming in behind him as well.
Mike. That damned animal. Of course he had to bring the weirdest detective with him.
Damn you Erwin.
He shuts the door after Mike has stepped through and sighs, forcing his dulled, gray eyes to stare at the ceiling.
"Levi…" Erwin's voice is hushed, afraid. "What…happened in here?"
"Hell if I know!" He snaps, glaring at his boss. "I fucking walk through the door, into this fucking war zone, and end up with one fucking clue. 'Let's play a game, Rivaille.'" He mocks, hand tightening on Eren's phone; that damned picture still shining in the darkness.
Damn you Eren.
Damn you Erwin.
Eren…I…I…
He grits his teeth, pressing the balls of his hands hard against his eyes as he wills himself not to cry.
Damn it…Eren…where are you…
"Mike…do you even think he's alive?" Erwin asks quietly, but Levi still hears it. And it makes him positively livid.
In a split second, he's marched across the room and pinned the older man against the bloodstained wall, eyes glowing in unadulterated anger.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE. DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT ERWIN. HE IS ALIVE. HE WILL BE ALIVE WHEN I FIND HIM AND TAKE HIM HOME IN 4 HOURS." His voice is all over the place, soft and loud, crying and shouting, and his grip tightens on the man's collar, other hand raised to punch him.
But…that punch never comes.
Instead, he slumps against the taller man, silent tears tracing his unmarred cheeks.
"He has to be…" He whispers over and over into Erwin's chest, a weak fist punching him lightly in the chest.
The other two men stay silent at Levi's sudden outburst and after a while, Levi pulls back, face devoid of emotion once more.
Yet his reddened eyes say otherwise.
"Eren should still be alive." Mike answers slowly after a while, careful in how he phrases his words, for fear the shorter man would attack him next. "After all, Levi is given 24 hours. Which would've started at midnight, and it's…" Every pair of eyes turns to the grandfather clock in the corner of the living room, the only thing not stained by its owner's blood.
"1:15."
Mike tilts his head up, sniffing the air as he walks around, careful not to destroy or alter any evidence. Levi clicks his tongue in annoyance, crossing his arms as he watches the blond man sniff around the room.
"Was bringing a fucking animal into my house absolutely necessary, Erwin?"
Erwin snorts softly, raising a thick eyebrow as he tilts his head to look at him.
"He's my friend and a great detective. Plus, only he and I know your secret." The blond reminds him with a smooth voice.
He sighs and rolls his eyes, tapping his foot anxiously as Mike wanders around before heading back to them.
"Two men, one female. The taller male of the two was carrying Eren, so he should have the majority of his blood on him. The female was the one to write the message on the wall, so she's the obvious leader of the three. And this." Mike gestures to a blood spatter on the wall, a small grin lighting up his face.
"Is not Eren's blood."
Erwin hums, nodding his head. "So if we identify the blood-"
"We identify one of his captors." Mike finishes, nodding as well.
The two men turn to look at Levi, and he glowers up at them.
"So? What the hell are you waiting for? Take that sample and find that motherfucker!"
"Hello?"
"Hey. It's me. Just wanted to let you know, we're back in business."
"So you mean…"
"Yes. He's come back."
1:30 AM
22.5 hours left.
Run Levi.
Run.
A/N: Hello and thank you for reading my story! I'll try to update as frequently as I can. I am enjoying writing this story so far, and I hope you all enjoy this as we continue on with this adventure.
A few things before I leave.
I plan to make this around 10 to 15 chapters, and there will be some adult content in towards the later chapters.
There will be angst. Lots of it.
And finally, I guess, I don't own SNK!