Author's Note: We finally get some Levi x Eren. Enjoy.

Am I breathing? What a miracle because I'm sure that spit I swallowed had gone down the wrong tube and ended me. Instead, I find myself coughing and sputtering, staring wide eyed at the man outside my window sill. Since when did my apartment have a fire escape? Wait, no-

"What in the fuck are you doing here?" I wheeze out.

Two pairs of eyes are on me as I try and school my expression to anything other than slack-jawed surprise. The man at the window raised a brow while Armin looked between the both of us.

"Friend of yours?"

I snorted. "I wouldn't say that."

Armin clicks his tongue before looking at the stoney-faced vampire. "You are...?"

There is silence for a while, like the asshole is thinking it over. I actually don't doubt that he is with the way he's looking at us like we aren't worth his time. Not like I invited him.

Finally, after I've died and reincarnated into this exact time and place again, he answers. "Levi."

I ignore the sudden pain in my head. "Care to answer the question, Levi?"

His eyes meet mine coolly. "Of all the things you could ask, you decide on that?"

I think I can hear the vein pulsing in my forehead. He had a point sure, but I think I had a right to know why he was here, considering our last encounter. Before I can open my mouth to retort, Armin is already speaking.

"You're the one helped Eren that first time he was attacked right?" At Levi's silence, he continues. "Does the reason you're here right now have anything to do with that second attack?"

My eyes widen at the question then narrow into a suspicious glare. "You were there?"

Levi only examines his fingernails. "You did better than expected." Turning his hand for further inspection he continues. "I did say you were my only link, couldn't have you dying before I got what I came for."

The only thing keeping me from strangling him is Armin's hand on my chest and the ache of my wounds. "You asshole, we cou-"

"What would that, uh, be exactly?" Armin is addressing the jerk at the window but his eyes are on me, daring me to say another word.

I honestly don't know what I would do without Armin sometimes. I know for a fact that he's just as wary of the vamp as I am. He's been running his fingers over his necklace since he showed up. I envied his level head sometimes, but I was grateful more often than not.

I have to wonder how the hell he managed to get passed the agents stationed around the building. Not to mention how he was able to travel in broad daylight. He had to be as old as Smith if not older. The thought had me swallowing hard. If things went bad, there was no doubt in my mind that we wouldn't get out of here unscathed.

"That's not something for you to worry about, what you should be worrying about is the strigoi that came after you."

I clench my hands into fists. "That Hanji woman?"

Armin's brings a thumb and forefinger to is chin, expression calculating. "What does she want with Eren?"

Levi is looking at something out on the street below, the shade of the building casting shadows over him. "Hanji has always had an interest in researching the limits supernatural beings can be pushed to. Or rather, what happens when pushed over that edge."

I furrow my brow as the words sink in. Smith had said something about werewolves that had lost their humanity, but it didn't seem like he knew the process. Was Hanji behind the attacks on the organization's agents? I pursed my lips but said nothing, deciding to let Levi continue speaking.

"I'm not at all surprised she's involved. She could care less about who she works for, as long as she can continue her studies."

Confused, I turn to Levi. "Wait, so, you're saying that she's not the one behind all this?"

He gives me a look like I'm the biggest idiot to ever grace his presence. Well, shit, how am I supposed to know. Rolling his eyes he says, "Doubtful. Its not that she does not have the capabilities to strategize, its her willingness to. If it was up to her, she would have already taken you by whatever means necessary. We have to suspect that she's under orders."

He let's out a frustrated sigh. Well, its what I figure from the small puff of air that leaves his lips. It was a wonder I heard it at all. "The question is, why is she allowing herself to work for someone else."

Armin is off the bed and pacing. I can almost hear the gears in his head moving. "So its safe to assume that uh, Hanji, is something that usually works independently. Whoever she has partnered up with is using her experiments for their own reasons. Reasons that somehow involve Eren."

At this point they are both looking at me and I can't help but shift nervously in my seat. Armin steps to my side of the bed, placing his hands on the mattress to lean and look me in the eye. "Any ideas, Eren?"

I bite my lip, flicking my eyes to Levi for a second. I let out a harsh breath and run a hand through my hair. I'm not really sure how much I can say to someone who doesn't work for Sina, let alone an absolute stranger. I mull it over for a moment, considering the idea.

I had been learning nothing in my efforts at head quarters, yet I learned more in one day from that dickbag at my window than in the two weeks since Mikasa went missing. If he was willing to share information, then who the hell was I to keep something to myself. I simply had to make sure I still had a few bargaining chips on my side of the table.

Green and gold meet shining silver, my jaw squared. "If you won't answer the reason as to why you're here, then how about, what's in it for you?"

Lips lift in a faint smirk. "You're smarter than I gave you credit for."

Ah, there goes that vein again. How was it that it hadn't burst yet? This time around, Armin's hands are on my shoulders so all I can do is growl at Levi.

"You said before that you were looking for someone, right?"

I swear my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. "Mikasa?"

The stupid vampire's face looks like he's already regretting his next choice of words. "Yeah, what the saying again? You scratch mine and I'll scratch yours?"

Despite the slight hope pooling in my gut, I can't help but feel a twist somewhere in there along with it. "How am I helping you?"

I couldn't really think of how I could add my 'expertise' into his field. We both already know he was crazy strong, had way more information than I did, and god knows what else. There was a catch to this somewhere.

I think if Levi were willing to show teeth, he would have grinned right then. Evilly. Instead there was only the same blank look and a small glint in his eye. "You're going to be my bait."

Suddenly everything seemed very loud. From the water dripping out of the faucet in the kitchen, to the messed up clock ticking down the hallway.

"Excuse me?" I choked out. Why does he have to look at me like I'm dumber than a bag of bricks?

"Kid, we both know they're going to be coming after you. Only this time, I'll be there to make them talk."

I wanted to say no, I really did, but one glance in Armin's direction had me clicking my teeth together. "It makes sense, Eren. Think about it. You get someone who can help you find Mikasa, because, let's be honest, you'd probably just charge blindly like you always do. You have a higher chance of survival being bait than working on your own." Almost as an after though he adds, "No offense."

I groan and flop back onto the mattress. I knew he was right but it was one of those things that I just didn't want to admit. Well, tough shit I guess. Gotta take what I can get. "Fine."

I sigh and look toward the ceiling, ignoring the other two as I recount what Smith had told me in the office, choosing to leave out my outbursts. My pride was hurting enough.

Armin was back to pacing, muttering to himself. At one point he leave the room to do whatever it is he does. The silence that he leave behind has me shifting around uncomfortably.

"Just cuz you're helping out a little doesn't mean you're getting an invite into my apartment." No matter what he does, I don't think there will ever be a day I'll trust him. In fact, I don't expect to ever see him again after all this is over, so why bother?

Without missing a beat he replies with, "I'd rather stand outside than dirty myself by stepping one foot beyond your door."

It's a shame that all my things are scattered around the floor. What I would give to have something in my hand so I can chuck it at him. Instead, I just grit my teeth and decide to change the subject. As much as I hated the guy, silence makes me uncomfortable.

"Why are you suddenly so willing to share information?"

He raised a dark brow. "If you were a real agent, that information was something you should have already known. I figured it was a good way to see what you knew."

The absolute nerve of the guy, could he get any cockier? I snort. Yeah, we all know the answer to that one. Barely an hour with the stupid fuck and I already knew he was dickbag. I count backwards in my head for a minute before opening my mouth again.

"Then what exactly are we going to do?"

"You," I hear the shuffle of clothing and turn to find him standing up, "are going the shut up, do what I tell you, and keep yourself from getting killed."

"Excuse-fucking-me, care to repeat that? I don't think I heard you right." I can feel the blood boiling in my veins. I'm sitting up and have a leg halfway off my bed before a narrow-eyed glare has me stopping cold.

"Then I suggest you get the shit out of your ears. Now listen up because I'm only telling you this once. I'm not your fucking bodyguard, I don't give a shit about what happens to you. This may be a mutual benefit, but if you get in my way, I won't hesitate to rip your throat out."

Despite the blood draining from my face, my mouth is moving before I can even process it. "Here I thought you were a hard-ass, you're such a softie."

If I hadn't been looking at him, I would have missed the way his lips thinned just the slightest bit, eyes darkening dangerously. Its gone as fast as it appeared, face set in a cool mask of indifference.

"Be ready to leave after it gets dark."

I flick my eyes to the surrounds behind him. I had a good three to four hours before then. "Where are we going?"

Surprisingly, he answers the question.

"To find your Mikasa."

Just as energy fills me at the thought of finding the woman I considered family blooms in my chest, its immediately dulled when Levi says, "And for fuck's sake, take a shower. I could smell you from three blocks away."

I'm reaching for a shoe on the floor, getting ready to fling it at his stupid flawless face, when Armin walks back into the room. "Hey, where did Levi go?"

Sure enough, the fire escape outside my window is empty. I throw my shoe at the wall anyway. Armin only gives me a confused look, asking what happened. I don't answer, deciding instead to lay back down and throw the sheets over myself, cursing.

I already know I'm going to be saying this a lot, but I honestly have no other way to describe him.

What an asshole.

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Its past ten in the evening when Levi shows up at my door, his nose wrinkling the slightest bit when he takes a whiff at me. He's wearing the same dark clothing as earlier, black jeans, boots, and a leather jacket over a gray shirt. My own hair is still slightly damp, my white T and jeans having signs of faint wrinkles from behind stuffed in a drawer.

"Better, but I don't think the stench of strigoi is gonna leave anytime soon. It'll do for now, even if you're dressed like a hobo."

I can only roll my eyes. Who honestly gave a shit about how clean someone smelled? Unless I was planning on sleeping with them, I didn't care if they smelled like they lived in a trash can. Hoping to find something I could use against him as a comeback, I take in his scent as I make my way past him out the door.

I almost stop in my tracks, a shudder ripping through me. He smelled like earth and rain, with a hint of something that could only be described as him. I had a sudden urge to put my nose to his neck and just breathe him in. Now that had me stopping with one foot in front of me. What the hell?

I'm eyeing the wall across my door, contemplating on smashing my head against it, when I hear Levi's voice from somewhere ahead of me.

"Can you hurry the fuck up, I don't have all night."

I scowl at his retreating leather-clad back. "What about Armin?"

He stops, sighing. "Do you ever use the brain in your head? If someone from your agency comes looking for you, he's at least there to cover up the fact that you're gone. Or would prefer than something happen to him?"

Goddammit, he's right again. I straighten up and try to make my expression as serious as possible. "Right. Where to?"

All he does is turn back around and continue the walk out of the apartment building. He ends up leading me to a dark gray car, not exactly new, but new enough that I could see it cost quite a bit. I get into the passenger seat with Levi saying something about not touching or getting anything dirty. This guy needed to get his priorities straight.

I look out the window as he makes his way to our destination. I see the light of the moon touching the ground the trees, giving everything a soft glow. I grimace and push down the heat that rises. Now really wasn't the time. Maybe we could even get back early enough for me to make a phone call.

We're driving for over forty minutes, the houses slowly morphing into run down buildings and warehouses. We had to be somewhere in Trost. What kind of mission would bring Mikasa here? We finally come to a stop a good distance away from a row of numbered buildings.

Out of everything in the surround area, these buildings looked the newest. The brick work only a faded red rather than crumbling woodwork or rusted metal.

I follow Levi as he makes his way out the car, creeping around the building where we hid the car from sight.

"Is it safe to assume that you know what kind of dealings this 'company' works with?"

I nod before realizing that he's not looking at me. "Yeah, Armin said that they were connected to the black market. Drugs, weapons, prostitution." I shrug. "Things like that."

"Good boy, you did your homework." I wisely keep my mouth shut this time. I wasn't protected by a window this time around, but boy did I wish I could wrap my hand around that soft, delicate neck and- wait. I shake my head. Yeah no, that train of thought ain't gonna fly.

"So are we going to be sneaking in or something?"

Levi looks at me then, arms crossed, eyes serious. He's just staring at me, a slight frown pulling at his lips. God, they looked so-

I cough, clearing my throat uncomfortably. "What is it?"

"When was the last time you had sex?"

Going for the gold, huh? I knew he didn't hold back on his words but, "Why the fuck is that any of your business?"

Levi is stalking over to me now and I stumble, my back connecting to the wall behind us. "Its my business when I can feel the heated aura coming off you in waves. I can't have this becoming a problem at a critical time, do you understand?"

"It won't be a problem." I growl out at him, tensing up at his close proximity.

Next thing I know he has his forearm pressed to my neck, pressing down with enough pressure to grab my attention. "You don't get it, do you?" He hisses, his breath floating over my face. I grit my teeth. "I'm guessing you weren't taught about what happens when a Were waits too long during the week of the full moon."

I can't deny that. I mean, sure I'd heard stories, but I've never really seen it happen. I wasn't too keen on finding out for myself either.

He must have seen something on my face because instead of continuing whatever he was going to say, he just repeats his question. "How long?"

I look away, trying to think back. "Two days maybe?"

He curses. "That's too long already. You need to take care of it or else we're heading back."

I was mortified. I couldn't stand the guy, what made him think I wanted him anywhere near me while I beat it? I groan internally. I couldn't afford to turn back now either, not when I was so close to finding something out. Even if Mikasa wasn't here, a lead was better than nothing.

"Fuck! Fine, whatever, just don't fucking look at me."

He mutters a, "Whatever you say, princess," and I turn myself to face the wall.

I lift a hand to the brick to brace myself against it, my other going to the button on my jeans. I let out a breath and close my eyes. Fuck it.

I decide to try and ignore the everything around me, focusing instead on the rush of arousal I had been ignoring. Heat floods me and I bite my lip. I can already feel by boxers switch from comfortable to constricting. Wanting to make this as quick as possible, I bring a hand to the waistline of my jeans and push down just enough to free my dick.

I let out a hiss when my fingers finally wrap around myself. I palm at the head, spreading the clear fluid around to try and make the movement of my hand easier. I swallow back a moan, urging my hand to move faster. I'm stroking harder now, alternating the pressure of my fingers. I press my forehead to the wall and let out a frustrated groan.

Fuck, with the moon so close to completing its cycle, jacking off wasn't going to be enough. I pump myself faster, letting out a whine. I don't even notice footsteps coming nearer until I hear Levi speak up.

"Oh, for Christ's sake, how hard is it to get your hand dirty?"

"Shut up." My voice is breathy so it doesn't sound as irritated as I wanted to.

"Put your fucking hands on the wall."

I glare at him. "Hell no."

His expression is one that resembles like he stepped on something unpleasant and was now forced to remove it from the bottom of his shoe. Like what he was suggesting was a necessary evil.

"Look, I don't want to touch you any more than you want me touching you, but this was getting nowhere. The faster we get this over with the faster we get things done."

I know my face is flushed, my body quivering with suppressed need. I was temping to shake a fist at whoever was in charge of running my life. This time, my head was close enough to bang against the wall. Once, twice and then I'm sighing.

Placing both hands flat on the wall, I grit out. "Make it quick."

Not a second later, Levi's hand is firmly wrapped around my base and I'm letting out a low sound in the back of throat. His movements are quick and precise, nothing wasted. His fingers would roam low to brush my balls then moving back up to squeeze around the head.

I couldn't help the moan that spilled out when he thumbed at the slit, swirling around the precum. My hands had curled into fists by this point, my effort to keep some control slipping with every stroke of his hand.

I was breathing heavier now, but the both of us could tell it still wasn't enough. Levi let out a sigh from behind me. "Goddammit."

His free hand came up, prodding at my lips. Fighting back a grimace, I opened my mouth to let the spit slide down from my tongue onto his waiting fingers. Pulling his hand back, I hear his voice ground out, "Disgusting," then, "Spread your legs."

Burying my face into my arm, I let my pants fall to my ankles. I couldn't even bring myself to argue back, the need to come filling me. Even though I knew I was going to regret all of this later, at this moment, I could care less.

Levi's fingers were probing at my entrance, the hand on my cock still stroking at a slow pace. He circled around for a moment before pushing a finger inside. I threw my head back, groaning lowly. God, that felt good. I was burning up inside and all I could think of was that I wanted more.

I thrust back onto his finger and he inserts another without a word. I was slack-jawed, my breathing coming out in harsh pants. The hands stroking me moved faster, causing my eyes to squeeze shut. I was rutting into has hands now. I thrust forward to have his hand stroke and squeeze around my leaking sex, then pushed back to have his fingers bury themselves deeper inside.

I'm letting out soft little ahs and ohs as the pleasure rises. I can feel the burning my gut rising, coursing through me almost painfully. Then Levi was hitting my prostate and I had to bite back a scream. "F-fuck! I'm gonna-"

Words leave me as Levi moves faster, the hand around my dick almost blurred in its movements. The fingers in my ass coaxing my impending orgasm with every hit against my prostate. My arms and legs are trembling in their effort to keep me standing.

My nails are digging into my palms almost as harshly as my teeth are biting into my lip. Suddenly, Levi shifts behind me and, fuck, everything feeling so fucking good. He's twisting his wrist and curling his fingers and- god yes, there it is. My body is spasming, ribbons of white staining the wall as I finally fall to my knees. I groan deep in my chest and let myself bask in the glow of orgasm for a moment.

I wait for a minute before climbing to my feet again. I hear the click of a bottle and turn to find Levi with a tissue and hand sanitizer.

Feeling more refreshed than I had in ages, I pull my pants up and lift a brow at the vampire's direction. "Do you seriously carry that around?"

He doesn't look up from cleaning under his fingernails. "Of course I do, every place you go is bound to be disgusting." He looks up, glancing at the stain on the wall with revulsion. "Speaking of," he throws the bottle of hand sanitizer at me, "Clean yourself up or I'm not getting anywhere near you."

I snort, but do as he asks. I felt awkward as shit, but if Levi was choosing to ignore it, then so was I.

"Never again, do you understand?" He glares at me. "Never."

I nod at him. Finally, something we could both agree on. I didn't want him closer than fight feet from me.

"Good. Let's go."