Rating: M

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ErenxRivialle

Filler Couples

/Edited Chapter/

Chapter 23:

Russian Cigarettes

The road was clear, everyone at work for the day. It was before lunch rush hour, so there were only a few cars on the streets. The sky was dark and calm, as if waiting for the sun to finally rise. Slowing the car to a short stop due to a red light, Levi turned to the smaller boy next to him.

There sat Eren, turned away from him, his eyes looking out the window at the outside world. He seemed fine; waiting for the time to past before they reached their destination. He tried to concentrate on the things they passed, reciting them in his mind to keep it busy. Very aware of the man next to him, he could only wait before one of them broke the silence. The drive back from the hospital wasn't too long, but the whole way they had been silent to one another, no words spoken.

Levi looked back at the road in front of him, pushing on the gas pedal, to move the car as the light turned green. He was currently driving to Eren's house. He'd never been there before, but things at the hospital had grown a bit dire, causing Eren to have to be displaced.

After, Eren and Levi had made up, and after spending a bit of time in the room, Connie returned after speaking to the nurse outside the room. He seemed a bit hurried, as he had just found out that Eren's hospital costs were going to skyrocket if he stayed even an hour longer. His overnight stay was enough to pay for a small house payment, and they would only continue to grow in time.

There was some discussion on where he could go; his arm was slung across his torso. As well, his chest was bandaged underneath his hospital shirt. It was obvious; he was in no condition to drive himself back to his house. And, Levi wasn't going to leave him alone until he knew the brat could fend for himself. So, automatically, he volunteered to take him home.

Eren had been, at first, against it, stammering that it was unnecessary and he would be fine. But, as if to prove a point, Levi stood his ground, refusing to let him go alone, especially since he was kind enough to offer. If the boy were to faint on the road, Levi would need another assistant, and that was a lot of work right there. And, if he let Jean drive Eren home, they'd probably kill each other. Anyways, it looked like Jean would rather spend time in the room with the Marco kid.

Since, Levi has been there, Jean hadn't left the room again. He would participate in the small conversations around him, but Levi noticed how his eyes would adamantly move towards the softly breathing boy.

Marco looked nothing more than asleep, his chest expanding with every breath. His breath came out in small puffs, proving that he was still alive. His head was bandaged completely on one side, and Eren told him that it was due to the fact his skull had been smashed in so deeply. He was lucky his brain was still in tact, and the brain was just shattered. He underwent extensive surgery, trying to clear out the bone there, and to further help reduce swelling of the brain to not create lasting damage.

Eren had told Levi, he had serious damage the right side of his skull, his face now an indent of where some sort of blunt object must have done it's damage. The doctor's held him on a breathing machine in case his body reacted badly, taking tests periodically to look for any major change in his state. Bruises littered his face and neck, and Levi was sure if he could see the rest of his body, his body would look much the same way. But, for now, he was a lump of a body, his conscious wavering as time waned on.

There was a discussion about money; they weren't sure Marco had the funds to stay in the hospital, as the room cost more than many could afford. And, Jean knew Marco had a sum of money, as he's been saving up, and being the Boss's assistant gave him extra cash, but even he, wouldn't be able to afford.

But, according to Marco's emergency contact form, Jean was first. However, his second contact was his mother, from a far country city out west. His mother was on a flight to the hospital at the moment, and Eren had wanted to stay to meet the woman who had given birth to such a genuine boy. But, he couldn't stay any longer.

It only took him about 10 minutes to pack up, and be ready to go, but a doctor had interfered. He told Eren, as a professional, that he didn't recommend he leave so soon, but Eren had only blown the doctor off. He didn't think it was necessary to be detained any longer, as it was a waste of everyone's time.

This led to Levi driving to a house he's never seen. He wasn't sure what he should expect. Of course, Levi wasn't expecting anything big, nothing extravagant. Probably something simple, but knowing Eren, the inside would probably be quite the mess.

"Don't do that again." Eren finally spoke up, turning away from his place at the car window. Pulled out of his thoughts, Levi glanced towards him quickly, before his eyes fastened back on the road, pressing a bit more on the gas pedal.

"What?" Levi questioned, but Eren just gave him a look that proved he wasn't buying the innocence.

"Don't ever offer me money again." Levi only rolled his eyes, but he knew Eren had a point. He didn't care if it was right or wrong of him. But, when that doctor had advised Eren shouldn't leave yet, Levi did the only thing he could think of. He offered to pay for Eren's room stay.

He felt a bit obligatory to offer. But, Eren had refused before any arrangement could be made through. He was fuming when Levi had offered, and after they had made up, Levi wasn't going to fight about it, as much as he wanted to. Although, it seems it still hasn't left Eren.

"You're my employee. What good would you be even more injured?" Levi said it with annoyance, but underneath his professional façade, Eren could see a hint of a teasing smirk tugging at his expression.

Even though, Levi was expressionless, it wasn't difficult for Eren to pick up slight facial cues of his. Since, he usually kept a straight face, it was much more noticeable when he was trying to show expression. His lips told it all.

"I'm the best assistant you've ever had." Eren joked, playfully punching Levi in the arm. Levi only chuckled, going along with the teenager's antics.

"You're the slowest employee I've ever had." Levi countered, moving over and reaching across Eren's lap to the glove box. Pulling it open, on top of his car's manual, was a pack of cigarettes. Eren eyed it wearily

"You shouldn't smoke." He told Levi. Sometimes he forgot he smoke, as he didn't do it often. Not once has his tongue tasted like cigarettes, or had Eren smelled it on his breathe.

"I don't care. I'm tired." Flicking open the top of the case, he pulled out a long, slender butt, and slid it in between his lips. Opening the top slider compartment of his car, his lighter fell into his hand. And he lit it, rolling down a window.

Eren watched the little fire, turn into nothing as it burned the end of the cigarette. In between Levi's lips, it was squeezed, as if Levi wanted to suck the life out of the slender thing. He looked older in a way.

Eren had never been a smoker. He tried when he was younger, but hated the taste, spitting it out before Mikasa could notice he had even tried. She had always blown them off as killing machines. But, Eren disagreed. People were dependent on these little butts, and instead of killing them, for some, it saved them. Allowed them to forget all the bad things in their life as they blew away their troubles like the smoke that was created.

And, Eren could tell, Levi didn't smoke too often, as he clumsily rolled the cigarette around in his mouth, as if he couldn't find a comfortable position. But, one thing was sure for Eren, it meant that Levi was tired, and probably because of him.

"You shouldn't be smoking with a sick kid around." He teased, making heart of the situation. But, it also told Eren something that Levi was trying desperately tried to hide.

"Forgive me." Levi muttered, taking a long drag. The smoke followed with the wind, out the window and mixing with the fumes of cars that passed them. But, Eren wasn't done, for he felt like Levi was at a weak point now. Hardly did he open up, and Eren wasn't going to miss the opportunity.

"Does that mean you were worried about me?" Eren continued, only slightly mocking this time. But, he had a hint of seriousness in his tone, because, he truly was curious. For, he had never heard Levi give him a sense of reassurance in their relationship. It has been mostly Eren trying to understand Levi, and failing most of the time.

Levi took one more drag, before dropping his head a bit, as if he was in defeat.

"Yeah. I was." It was silent after that. Eren was stunned by the truth and Levi's thoughts were too crowded in his mind for him to speak.

Levi was worried about Eren, and not because he was only an employee. But, because he was a person. He was having a bit of difficulty coming to terms with it, as he would rather not care about it at all.

However, his mind kept wandering to the moment he had realized it was Eren that was in that room. His heart was beating fast, his palms sweaty, his eyes closing, hoping for relief. It was a moment of pure terror. A moment he hadn't had since his parents died, and it sent him in a spiral of the past.

It scared him, as much as he hated the feeling. He wasn't one to dwell on the past, he let it be, because he knew full well, the past wouldn't change, no matter how much he wished and wished it would. For the world revolved in one piece, and his life revolved with it. There wasn't a point to do anything but move forward. Or he'd be stuck forever.

The rest of the ride was silent, except for the couple of instructions Eren had given Levi to direct him to his home. Within a couple of turns, Levi was in a neighborhood he was unfamiliar with. It wasn't on the safest side of town, and the houses were small and peeling. The trees grew long here and the sweet air he was used to was overcome with the smell of fuel. The grass was dead, covered by small patches of snow that had fallen during the winter, and had frozen over.

They passed a park, and a few children hung around the swings, but Levi doubted they were the right age for a playground. He was sure the community was a bit dangerous, however, Eren looked far away as they pulled onto his street. Levi wasn't going to ridicule this place, because he was guessing, to Eren, this was home.

"Here." Eren spoke, pointing to a crumbling house in between two others. It was small in width, but looked taller, Levi guessing there was a second floor. The white paint that must have been gorgeous before, had become nothing more than specks on the wall, as the wood began to peel and whine. The roof was intact, but a few shingles were hanging from the edges, and a gutter or two were cracked in a few spots.

The snow was heavier packed here, probably not plowed or shoveled since it began snowing. It covered a crooked cement path that led to the front porch, a small outdoor rocking chair sat on the blue, front wrap around deck. The front door was a mess, but it hid the outside world from the inside of the house.

The house was nothing, essentially. Nothing special. Nothing grand. If anything, it was broken and run down. But, in a way, it reminded Levi of Eren. Just as his house, Eren was run down, standing for so long on his own. And, things continuously try to knock him off the ground he has set for himself, but he continues to stand proud. Layers of his outside beauty will begin to show, but in the end, he's just the same boy Levi had met that day at the Club. He has always stayed the same.

So, he couldn't hate the house. It was impossible.

"Sorry, it's nothing… I don't know, fancy?" Eren apologized, looking nervous, even though he didn't need to. He and Levi were getting out of the car, slamming the car doors in their place. Levi put up a hand, rolling his eyes.

"Do you really think I care? You're being rude, show me inside, instead of letting me sit out here in the fucking cold." The older man began, shaking because of the cool wind that was threatening to grasp at his arms. Eren only retaliated by walking up the path, trying to keep his balance. He pulled a set of keys with his back pocket.

When, he had reached the door, he was about to put the key in to unlock the door, when it had slipped from his hands, onto the icy floor.

"Fuck…" He muttered, trying to pick it up. Unfortunately, his dominant hand was slung over his shoulder. Levi followed after, picking up the keys, after watching Eren struggle for a few seconds. He dangled the keys in front of his eyes, making a point of Eren's incompetence.

"See, you are impotent."

"Shut it, short stack." Levi turned so fast; he almost whipped around and kicked Eren in the shin.

"I realize you're mind isn't in the right place right now, but I am still your boss." His voice was dangerous, as he became livid by the comment. But, Eren suddenly found the situation quite funny.

"I see you're still touchy about the short comments." The man only gave Eren a look that would have shot anyone else dead.

"Fine, fine, I apologize, boss. I formally invite you into my mansion. The butler is sick today, so you'll have to take off your shoes yourself." It was a weak attempt at a joke, to make the situation less awkward. But, Levi was less angry than entertained by Eren's attempts to change the conversation. Levi took off his shoes, entering Eren's home.

It was small inside as well, a staircase to his left, and a room in front of him. There wasn't much furniture, but Eren didn't seem like one to need a lot of décor. The space was a bit cramped, but it was roomy, the heat on, so he could finally shed his jacket.

"Do you want something to drink?" Eren called from the kitchen. Levi was too busy looking at the house, to realize Eren had already moved on, opting out of a tour.

"A coffee."

"I know how you like it." The boy replied from the other room. That earned him a slight smile from Levi. Maybe, he wouldn't mess this one up, as he did at work.

Moving forward, Levi began to wander into the other room, taking notice it was a dining room. He noticed, all the walls were a bare white, while the floors mostly wood. A large table sat in the middle, but the outside wall was made of counters where the kitchen connected. Eren stood at the farthest counter, working a pot of coffee. He was struggling to do it with one hand, and was growing fairly annoyed.

Levi was about to offer to help him, but he finally figured it out, turning on the machine, and waiting for it to begin to boil. He swung his hips, so he walked across the room, to the fridge, opening the fridge door. Levi suddenly had a thought.

He slid up behind Eren, coming in a bit close. Grabbing his waist, he wrapped his arms around those enticing hips of his. He brought his lips near his ear, breathing into it, causing Eren to shiver in his arms. His crotch pressed against Eren's ass, as his fingers started dancing across the edge of Eren's shirt. But, he stayed careful not to squeeze to hard, for not to hurt him.

Eren bit his lip, trying not to get lost in the sensation, letting his ear turn a bit more towards Levi.

"Hey, want to do it?" Levi asked him, whispering in his ear, as if he didn't want anyone else to hear, only though they were the only ones in the house. Eren's eyes closed, wanting to pull away, and sleep, but Levi had a way of pulling him closer.

"I'm injured." Eren spoke up, but Levi shook his head.

"I'll take care of it." Was his response, and with that, Eren gave him the go ahead. He let his body fit into the crevices of Levi's, letting him hold him. He turned his neck a bit more, so Levi's lips were near his lips instead.

Grabbing Levi's lips with his own, they locked together, the soft, young, plump lips of Eren's matching to Levi's rougher, older lips. The feeling was sweet for a few moments, as they simply touched lips, moving a bit to get comfortable. Finally in a position they could gain better ground, Eren opened his mouth slightly, allowing Levi to enter.

Levi's tongue slipped into his mouth passing by his rows of teeth to find his own tongue. He teased at first, licking the top of Eren's mouth, causing him shiver once more, before Levi's muscle playfully licked at Eren's, wanting to engage him.

Eren responded right away, letting his tongue push on Levi's fighting him, almost, enjoying the taste of Levi that he's missed so much. The cigarettes put him off a bit, but it was a taste that suited Levi. And, he wondered if his own tongue was going to get addicted to Levi's. Although, he sure it already was.

Little nips here and there left both of them lost in the kiss, as their hands began to roam. Levi's right hand was pulling at Eren's hair, playing with the strands. His hair wasn't as soft as usual, probably due to the hospital visit. But, it felt the same, just as long, just as beautiful. His left hand was circling Eren's hip, tugging at his shirt already.

Eren could only use one hand, but he was pulling on Levi's pants buckles. Neither cared for taking it slow. They were lost in the scent of one another. As, it had been much too long since they've had sex, neither could stand the building bundle in their abdomens.

A straight bite to Eren's top lip left him moaning into Levi's mouth, filling him. Levi groaned back, enjoying the way it reverted through his body. Slipping his mouth away, Levi followed Eren's cheekbones, pressing little kisses. He followed the bones down, to his jawline, where he left more kisses.

Finally, finding the correct spot on his neck, Levi began to give Eren the biggest and brightest hickey he could imagine. Both his hands were now rolling though his hair, pushing the strands up and down, letting the hair stand up as his hand passed through it. Eren's crotch was pressing into his own, as they begged each other for the contact

Levi was slurping and nipping at that pure skin of Eren's causing the younger man to groan, trying to contain his voice, but unable to. He wanted to tell Levi to stop, not to leave a mark, but he couldn't get his mind to function, as he completely lost himself in the feeling.

In a few minutes, Levi had done his damage, Eren's neck stinging from the intensity of the hickey that was now his skin. He whimpered when Levi licked it. He pulled away for a moment, grabbing at the edge of his shirt, trying to pull it off, but unable to. Levi gave up on his hickey, to help him out of that shirt of his.

Pulling it off, Levi threw it to the floor. Levi's own shirt followed in a few moments, then his pants, and Eren's pants. In between each article of clothing hitting the ground, was a heated kiss, each reluctant to pull away to take off their clothing. Both were sweating, even though it was chilly outside. Eren was a panting mess.

Levi pulled out a condom from his pants pocket from the ground, and threw it into the next room he had noticed while making out with Eren. He continued their heated kiss into the room he threw the condom. He noticed the couch, and thought it would perfectly.

Pushing Eren into the other room was simple, as Eren simply followed his footsteps, understanding where he was going. The walk to the couch was spent with locked lips, tongues slipping messily out of mouths, a bit of drool coming out of the right corner of Eren's mouth.

It was better this way, only a thin strip of underwear stopping them from one another. It was torture, but it allowed them to have contact. Eren was pressing crotch against Levi's groaning and breathing Levi in. Levi only followed, pressing his own crotch harder into Eren's. Both their knees were weak as Eren slipped onto the couch.

Unlocking their lips for a moment, Eren sat down. And, Levi climbed on top of him, grabbing those sweet lips of his own more time. He pressed harder on Eren's underwear, feeling the hot erection underneath the fabric. Eren was hard, that was sure, but so was Levi.

They were going fast, but neither cared as they slipped out of those boxers, allowing skin on skin contact. Eren's muscles were tight underneath Levi's thighs, as Levi slid back a bit, allowing Eren's cock to stand proud, between the two. Ripping the condom from its wrapper, he pulled it out slowly slipping it onto Eren's cock.

The two didn't have lube, but Levi didn't care. He brought his fingers off of Eren; bringing three fingers up to Eren's mouth.

"Lick." Levi panted, turned on at the very sight of Eren slipping that tongue of his between his fingers, coating ever digit with a thick coat of saliva. It was almost enough for Levi to cum right there and then.

Moaning, Levi brought back his finger, lifting his ass a bit, as he finger fucked himself, letting one finger slip into his hole, pressing it in, at first slowly, before pushing all the way in. He was tight, as it had been a while, but he didn't mind the pain. He just wanted to get fucked.

Eren caught him in another kiss, as his one good arm slipped down to Levi's own erection, stroking it, causing Levi to press closer.

Levi added the last of the fingers right away, impatient. His back arched for a moment, before he adjusted, pressing in as deep as his fingers could go, feeling it from both sides, causing him to let out a chain of groans, trying to get comfortable to the feel.

"Fuck, I'm ready, you've been poking me for the last few minutes." Levi was referring to Eren's cock that was between the two, and Eren simply laughed, getting prepared to enter Levi. Levi lift himself up, still in Eren's lap, onto his knees, grabbing Eren's cock, he placed it below his entrance. Pressing down onto it, it took him a minute or two to adjust to the feeling, crying out, he finally pressed the rest of it inside of him, feeling his walls completely engulf Eren's cock.

Eren let out a sharp intake of breath, as he missed the way Levi felt, and here they were, together once again.

Levi lifted up, and slammed back down, screaming out. Eren followed grunting as he was about sucked in, his cock completely engulfed, begging for a faster pace. But, he waited, giving Levi his space.

Eren locked lips with Levi once more, his tongue nipping at his bottom lip, before Levi started to get a rhythm going, using his knees to carry him up and down. Eren had to hold himself from pressing even deeper into him and it was painful to wait.

Levi took a few minutes of this slow thrusting, before Eren had hit an angle that blinded Levi in pure ecstasy. Eren took this as an invitation, as he thrust into Levi at an incredible pace, Levi following, connecting in the middle. The feeling was unbelievable, the bundle of nerves inside Levi on fire, as it was pounded into over and over again.

And, Eren could hardly hold back his orgasm that was only growing, his voice simply blubbering, trying to moan, but stuck in his throat, lost in the pure sensation of their connected bodies. Levi was losing all strength in his body, his face warm with heat.

Their thrusts were messy now, and erratic rhythm as both tried to find their point of climax, their hands roaming but never stopping. They just wanted to feel each other; to reassure one another they were there.

Eren's muscles were tightening, his ribs hurting from the moving, but he ignored it, hardly caring. He was so close, so close to completely losing it, he felt nothing else. His mind was a messy sense of his body, and he could control neither.

Soon enough, he was the first to orgasm, spilling all of his seed into the condom. Levi moaned, as Eren sobbed out loud, a death grip on Levi's hair, trying us him for balance. Levi lost it in a few moments, letting his cum squirt across Eren's stomach. He screamed out, but it was drowned out by Eren's mouth once again, letting the sound reverberate down their throats. Levi rode it out, feeling Eren slow below him, both completely spent by the events that had transpired.

Levi sat on top of Eren for a few more moments, before jumping off, letting his cock hang limp. He flipped over, his head at Eren's stomach.

"What are you doing?" Eren asked right away, a bit apprehensive.

"This will stick." It took Eren a moment to realize he was talking about the cum that was on Eren's stomach, and Levi bent down, lapping up the semen. Eren blushed right away, something about the act so hot, that he about moaned out loud.

When Levi was finished, he jumped up, sliding onto the couch with Eren. Getting comfortable, Eren threw his condom onto the floor. Switching position, so that his head was in Levi's lap. They stayed like this, content.

"You better pick that up, later." Levi was talking about the condom. Eren only laughed, shaking his head.

"Yeah, yeah, I will."

Fuck this is late, yes, so late, I'm sorry. I'm really, really, really packed in right now. I'm pulling an all nighter and still behind in homework and stuff, so please forgive me. I'm writing as fast and nicely as I possibly can. Be patient!

I hope you liked this chapter, because yay they made up!

Thank you all for staying with me! I appreciate all of you!