Um yeah. Apparently I'm narcoleptic. So the whole writing and not falling asleep in the middle of it thing has been a little hard, but at least I now have medication to combat it.

Ah well, being awake and writing a new chapter is a good start, yes?

Please enjoy. 3

Eren's day had crawled by, like an out of shape runner staggering towards the finish line. After he had met up with Armin, Eren didn't really have plans for the day-and that was his problem. He had been awake so long and now needed something to keep him busy. The old usuals were gone: his apartment was clean and his magazines and newspapers were no longer current. He could call Mikasa and let her know how he's doing, but Armin probably already did, so why bother? He propped himself up in front of the boob tube once more and turned it to a news channel.

The news gave way to gameshows, and the sun set rapidly. Then, all of the sudden he started perking up. The sunrise had made him tired and the sunset was making him alive. Ugh, how did his sleep schedule get fucked up so badly in the first place? Eren worked quickly to try and tire himself out. He blared his favorite rock album and sang along, dancing and doing air guitar on all the solos, sliding across the tile floor in the kitchen. At the end, sure, his body was tired, but his mind was like a caged beast.

11:00 PM read the clock on the microwave. He'd have to get up at 7:00 AM if he wanted to get to work on time. Eren sighed.

He could feel it, almost like bottle of medication had eyes and was staring him down. He looked at where he'd left the bottle. It was on the counter, off to the side. Eren made an annoyed face. He really didn't want to be one of those people who needed to take sleeping pills, but if the past week was anything to go by...he didn't have a choice.

Grabbing a handful of water from the sink, he gulped down one of the little yellow pills. This one tasted as awful as the first one, but if it meant he could sleep, he didn't care if it tasted like ass or anything else. After changing into his pajamas, Eren fell backwards onto his bed with a dull thud. He turned out the light and set his alarm clock, nestling into the covers.

Shit. He still felt kind of hyper. His mind entered as sort of fluttery feeling state. Everything that passed through his mind all of the sudden became funny. It became a train of dirty sounding words that weren't. Masticate. Coccyx. Uranus! Pianist! Vagitus! Hahaha!

And with that, unbeknownst to Eren himself, he quickly fell asleep.

xXx

Eren looked around the room.

He could certainly tell that he was in a cafe. It had that brown wood and polished metal feel to it. People were bustling about and he could hear the murmurs of conversation bubbling around him. Eren frowned as he looked at his table, but finally found the menu stashed under a sheet of paper covering the other half of the table. The menu was covered in a red, plastic faux leather, and he opened it up.

There was nothing in it.

Eren flipped from page to page, then grabbed another menu and began to tear through it. Still, every page was completely blank. Not a single word. No foods or drinks. Nothing.

Clearly there had to be some kind of mistake.

"Umm... Excuse me?" Eren called to who he assumed was a waiter. There was no response.

"Hey," Eren caught the sleeve of another man walking by, then froze.

The man had no face. Eren looked around at the whole room. Not a single patron or member of the staff had a face! Eren's eyes went wide and he let go of the waiter's shirt. He leapt to his feet, ready to run out the door before...

"Sit back down," said a familiar voice. "I assume you want the special, like usual."

This time, a short man with dark hair approached him holding a notepad to take orders down on. He scribbled something down on the paper, face hidden by his hair, pausing before looking up at Eren.

"As you know, I'm Levi and I'll be taking care of you today."

Eren was frozen in place by shock. It was Levi. That Levi. And what the hell did he mean by usual? And he already knew that he'd recognize him? But how? And why was he a waiter in this cafe?

"I don't have all day, you know," Levi scowled. "Do you want the special or what!?"

"Uh, sure," said Eren. He had no idea what the "special" was. What was he doing? "I'll take the special."

Levi spun on a heel and walked off into what Eren assumed was the kitchen. Eren sighed. He continued to look around the cafe, now in a surreal amusement, rather than horror. It was really amazing how comfortable he felt here now that he had seen Levi. That's all it had taken.

Music started to play and faceless dancers started to move to the beat on the tops of tables. It was all so beautiful, but still, very, very eerie. He felt himself tripping out a bit to the entrancing music.

A rather large cup of coffee was placed in front of Eren, breaking his focus.

"Levi?" he blurted out.

"Yeah?" Levi answered as he cocked his head. Eren was trapped in silence. "You're acting strange today. Drink your coffee. I don't have time for games tonight." He shook his head as he walked off.

Eren grabbed the warm cup and sipped from it.

Whoa. That was the best coffee he had ever tasted. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste. Soon, as if he had just opened his throat and emptied the cup, it was gone.

Eren noticed a folded up piece of paper in the saucer. He unfolded the delicate little folds and recognized it as a piece of paper from Levi's notepad.

Meet me as the clock strikes 12, it read.

Suddenly Eren noticed several clocks hanging from the walls...but they all read different times!

Shit! He had to meet Levi at 12, but he didn't even know when 12 was. Eren paused for a moment. Levi didn't say where to meet, either.

Eren stood up and whirled around the room. This was insane!

Wait. Hold on.

Eren realized he was wearing a watch himself. He calmed down a second, until he noticed it was one minute away from midnight. Again he looked all around him. Suddenly a path opened lined with the faceless dancers. Eren ran through it, not caring if it was right or not. Eventually he ran into a dark hallway, with a double door leading outside. He pushed on the double doors and ran into the cool night air.

Eren stopped, panting to catch his breath. He was now in an alley. The doors to the kitchen were nearby and he could see a dumpster.

"I wasn't sure if you'd make it."

Eren gasped and stared at Levi, who was illuminated under the starlight. His white shirt was unbuttoned further than it had been in the restaurant, and he could see the hollow between Levi's collarbones. His tongue watered at the thought of tasting him right there.

"What the hell is with you? Get over here."

Eren gingerly approached him. He didn't know anything about this Levi, only the memories of the one who had been in the other dream. He didn't know if it was okay, but he reached out to Levi's face. Levi looked up at him questioningly.

"Can I kiss you?" The words escaped Eren's lips before he could stop them.

Levi stared flatly into Eren's eyes. He frowned.

Oh shit, I screwed this up. Eren's brain frantically spun around with thoughts.

Then Eren felt himself thrown against a chain link fence. Levi's hands pinned his shoulders there; wow he was strong. Levi rocked up on his toes and met Eren's lips savagely. He slowly snaked his tongue through Eren's mouth, twisting around Eren's tongue, gliding against his teeth.

Eren could do little more than moan and lean back into Levi's kiss. He didn't want to give it up, this warm joining, or rather it felt like a claiming.

A pair of hands worked at his pants, undoing the button, the zipper, and then they fell to the ground. Levi pulled out of the kiss, grabbing a handful of what was his and Eren's combined spit and he reached into Eren's underwear to find his already half-hard cock. Eren stiffened at the touch; everything was moving so fast. Was this Levi that kind of a guy?

Eren began to kiss Levi's neck and pushed his shirt back over his shoulders, moving his mouth over that exposed skin. Levi breathed heavily into his ear and bit down on it, not gently, but certainly not painfully. Levi's hand continued to pump Eren's length and Eren could feel himself swelling with each movement.

Levi looked down at his hand that was covered in cum.

Eren blushed. "I-I'm so sorry! I think I saw a napkin somewhere..."

Levi shook his head and covered Eren's mouth with his other hand. He looked Eren right in the eyes and began to clean his hand...with his tongue.

"But, Levi..."

"But what? Don't be such a kid about it." Levi smirked in amusement. "You'd swallow all of mine."

Eren jumped at the comment. He'd only seen Levi once before...but what he said was disgustingly true.

"I've got to go back to work," said Levi, buttoning back up his shirt. "The special has a time limit on it, you know."

The special? That wasn't the coffee?

"When will I see you again?" Eren panted. "Do you do this for other people too?"

Levi shook his head. "Nah, I'm all yours." He waved. "We'll meet again, eventually."

"Hey wait!" Eren tried to follow him, but his pants around his ankles did nothing but trip him up. Levi disappeared into the building, door slamming shut behind him.

Pulling his pants back up and fastening them, Eren returned to the doors of the cafe. Strange, now it was almost completely quiet. He didn't see Levi; he didn't see anyone. After coming back into the dining room, he saw that it was completely empty. All except for another very familiar person sitting at a table.

"Armin?" Eren called.

Armin beckoned for him to come over, and Eren sat at the table.

"Did you meet him here?" said Armin curiously. Eren didn't even have to ask who him was. There was only one person it could possibly be.

A faceless waiter came out of the kitchen and brought Armin a bowl of soup.

"Yeah, I did," said Eren. He paused. "Do you come here a lot?"

Armin shrugged his shoulders. "Sometimes."

"Do you order the special?" asked Eren, eyebrow raised.

"You can't order the special unless you have someone special." Armin sipped at his soup.

"I see," said Eren. He still didn't entirely understand how this place worked, but that was okay.

"But yes," said Armin. He giggled softly and smiled at Eren knowingly. "Yes I have."

xXx

The beeping of the alarm clock pulled Eren into the world. He sat up, shaking his head trying to clear it. He had just been having such a vivid dream. A place that doesn't exist in this world, and he'd seen Armin in it too. Probably since they had hung out yesterday, he was a face fresh in his mind.

And again, there was Levi. And Levi had... Just remembering it brought the feelings of the hot hand on his bare skin.

As Eren stood up, he noticed that the front of his pants was wet. Holy shit! At least he never came in his sleep, but the liquids he had been dripping were really embarrassing.

Quickly, Eren threw himself in the shower, washed and dried himself, and he put on his very professional looking pinstripe shirt and navy blue blazer. It always made him feel like he looked his job. He wolfed down a breakfast bar and skipped down the stairs to where his car waited in the parking lot.

Eren sat down in the driver's seat and worked the clutch. This was going to be a nice normal day at work. There would be no hallucinations, nothing to make others worry about him. And sure, Levi might cross his mind again, but ever since he told Armin about him, the strength of the memories weren't so overpowering. He had missed seeing everybody at the bank, and he wanted to let everyone know that he was okay after all.

It was amazing really; for the first time in years Eren had never felt so good.