Omg, I just took a benadril (dont know if u guys use it for allergies over there) and i'm fucking drowsy as fuck. I just want to update this before i carve onto bed and never wake up.

Anyways, here's that Ereri you've been waiting for ;) forgive me if you see mistakes (i'm sleepy)!

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan.

SIXTY-EIGHT

Next days of school were pure chaos. The more people joined our cause, the more aggressive the jocks and the adversary got. The fights became more brutal and a few of the school guards dropped out, probably thinking they weren't paid for this, but as a matter of fact, they were paid to appease these sort of stuff -especially this stuff. They were just cowards. Oh, but our principal hasn't shown his face yet. Biggest coward, that one.

I fought countless times and I haven't even healed entirely from the wounds I got a few days ago, but I'm a fighting machine and no one stopped me from allowing a safe access for Marco to his classes -and mines, at that.

Like I said, our cause grew in membership and supposedly, it was because of me. Someone, I have no idea who, has been taking videos of me fighting and that, somehow, motivated homosexuals and straights alike, people who wanted equality and students who just wanted to study in peace. I was becoming famous and I wasn't fond of the attention I was getting (they even asked me for autographs, can you believe that? Fricking ridiculous). I was still glad to encourage these students and even though the fights were more brutal, we have managed to muffled them and keep them off the halls. Nathaniel was the one dispatching wrestlers whenever one of his spies reported a quarrel. He sent me in all of them along with a few others and I haven't gotten a good nap since.

He also entitled me captain of one squad, which consisted of (what a coincidence) Axel, his boyfriend and a few others -I keep forgetting their names. He, like half of twelve-two, noted I had an innate talent to lead and rally people. That crap was really getting to me, but I couldn't argue with them. I have realized it myself when I led my squad into battle a few minutes ago. They all respected me and fought bravely, even when our enemy surpassed us in number. I devised a strategy and while we fought, I shouted orders and tried my best to keep my squad on foot. It worked and no one got knocked out, but a few were wounded. Somehow, I had managed to bring out the strength and vivacity out of these guys, who at first regarded me as no one but a man that barks commands and that fights for himself.

-"Good work, Jean."- Nathaniel said when I arrived, with my squad trailing behind me. He didn't looked at me though, too busy operating I-don't-know-what.

-"They're hiding."- I said, sitting on the desk beside his big operation table. With a towel, I wiped off the sweat on my forehead, panting heavily. I took quite a beating on that last rumble, despite what I just said.

-"And is that bad?"

-"Fuck yeah, it means they're planning something big."- I looked around for Marco and spotted him nursing the wounded again. Nathaniel has assigned him and Zaeed as docs. I know right? This can't get anymore dramatical.

-"You'll need intel to prove that."

I rolled my eyes, running the towel around my neck, -"That's not my job."

Even in hustle, he took five seconds of his busy time to look at me, face blank and serious. He didn't had to say anything for me to get the message: find it.

-"Okay, fine, I'll unearth a lead and then you'll dispatch your spies, reconnaissance team or whatever the hell you have. Sounds good?"- It's not a bad idea, now that I think of it. Axel has proven swift and silent in his steps. I wonder why Nathaniel didn't assigned him for spying or reconnaissance.

-"Deal,"- He said fatly and continued with his work, -"Also, you look terrible. Go to Marco or Zaeed. They'll patch you up."

That was my plan all along since I arrived, -"Yeah, well, thank and fuck you."- I stood up and trudged towards the area were the injured laid down and sat on a wooden table. I had to wait, yeah like hospitals these days, since both Marco and Zaeed were busy, and after a few minutes, Zaeed approached me meekly, -"Jean?"- He sounded unsurprised.

I chuckled, scratching the back of my neck, -"Yeah, again."

A small smile grew on his face as he fumbled around his bag, -"Marco's been worried about you."

-"I know,"- It's true, specially since Nathaniel has dispatched me into battle all this week. While Zaeed shuffled his bag, I observed him and noted how tired he really was; his eyes closed on their own from time to time and the bags under them literally reached his cheekbones. He wobbled, groggy while he clicked his tongue in frustration, unable to find whatever he was searching for. The sight was distressing, so I decided to ease it up for him, -"Hey, um, take a break. I'll be fine."

He looks up at me, confused at my sudden offer.

-"Really, I'll wait for Marco."- Yeah, I expect Marco to give me special treatment (if you know what I mean) even if he's busy .

His face softens as he smiles tenderly, -"Thanks..., Jean."

-"Sure, and tell Diego he owes me."

He just laughed and scurried away.

And while I waited, I watched Marco, or better yet, ogled him from top to bottom and from side to side. He paced around from patient to patient, wriggling through the throng of people to search for his equipment (which were those petty, kinda shameful first aid boxes) to nurse them. I couldn't stop myself from slobbering over him, specially his arms; today he wore his sticky-due-to-the-sweat school shirt, wrapped up to his elbows, that has gotten so damn tight around his arm and I just... damn boy. He brought his black AC jacket, since Nathaniel wouldn't relinquish his nagging about wearing hoods outside the hideout, but Marco didn't wore it now. It's fucking hot in here with so many people, so I don't blame him. For me, he could take all his clothes off, no biggie.

After a while, he whipped his forehead's sweat with his arm and sighed. His eyes trailed to the waiting area, on a lookout for more patients and that's when he finally spotted me. He glimpsed at me, but his eyes widened in solicitude when he saw my bruises and gasped, sprinting toward me with the fist aid box, -"Oh, not again..."- He mused, kneeling before me and fumbling the box, desperate and concerned massively for me.

-"Marco."- I called, tapping my fingers in the armchair, a bit desperate at his desperation (does that make any sense?).

Nothing. His brow creased, concentrated on that god awful box.

-"Marco,"- Again and this time, with more depth. Sure enough, he looked up at me and I attempted to comfort him with a smile, the tenderest one I could muster (though I doubt I can bob up one of his), -"It's alright, I'm fine. Relax, Freckles."

His shoulders sagged, a bit more eased, -"But Jean...,"- But then he goes and rambles on about how much he'd like for Nate to stop sending me to "suicide" missions, standing up, -"Why doesn't he send someone else? I mean, another squad. Doesn't he know that you're a human and you get tired?"

I'd ask myself that before countless times and not just for my sake, for Marco's too. Nate has had both Marco and Zaeed all day long in this pit with this fucking hot atmosphere, making them sweat and uncomfortable within their clothes, cooking like some damn pig. Apparently, he didn't cared and that just made me wrathful. I was angrier at him for not giving Marco a break than his lack of sympathy for me, -"I dunno, but it payed off. I mean, we've got those jocks hiding."- And I still think they're hiding for a reason. They're planning something, but right now, I just wanted to comfort my freckled boyfriend.

Like usual, his lip's stumps contorted, scrupulous.

Before he could say anything, I lobbed my arms around his torso and pulled him close to me, caking my head in his abdomen, smelling the almost worn out vanilla and the natural sweat scent. He stiffens, surprised at my sudden move, but he chuckles and began to rub my hair, wedging his finger and stroking my scalp. His touch sent thrills down my spine and I straighten up, gazing up at him with wistful eyes, -"Wanna elope from his pisshole?"- He quirks an eyebrow and I obliged an explanation, which was needless, -"Just wanna get away from all this crap for a few minutes and be with... you, like, alone."

He snickers and smirks, -"I was just thinking that."

We didn't dawdled and headed straight to the men's bathroom where we first -erm, when I first kissed him, and it wasn't even a kiss (not in the lips anyways), for fuck's sake! I was hectic, struck with sudden lust, and thus, my kisses were kinda sloppy. I still enjoyed it, even though I denied it at that time, and so did Marco.

We burrowed ourselves within one of the stalls and when I sat on the toilet's lid after I clammed it shut, Marco sat in my lap, facing me with longing eyes. I immediately swept my arms just below the end of his spine, where his slacks kinda opens up and I could see his Superman underwear. I grin and fiddle with it; Marco chewed on his lower lip at the touch, nearing his face to mines until our lips met. It's been a while since we've gotten together like this and we both craved for it. I was getting tired of Nathaniel's barks and longed for Marco's mellowy voice -and Marco himself.

We kissed while groping each other madly, ravenous for each other. My hands often ventured down south to his buttocks while his traveled up to my back, trickling my flesh playfully with his fingers, transmitting gleeful thrills all over me. I opted for cautiousness on my moves down there, taking note that this probably wasn't a good place to get really hot. It reeks of shit, honestly, but it didn't mattered. There was literally no better place where we could hook up without engaging in a wrestling.

We hooked for like ten minutes or so, sucking, biting and licking our flesh gently, both of us sweating like pigs in an oven. Our faces were red from both the hotness and the hotness. We lent our forehead against each others as we panted, murmuring 'I love you's.

I hear something outside of our stall, like slurps and... moans? Marco and I looked at each other, both of us were too entangled in our momentum that we didn't heard anyone enter. Marco dismounted my lap and peeked through the gap beneath the stall's door and when he rose up, he whispered, -"Two guys."

Oh? Guys? Suddenly, I grew curious of who the hell had the guts to hook up in the open like that, specially homos -well, not so open, but come on, there's eight stalls here. They gotta be desperate guys who haven't shagged in a while. Unable to suppress my curiosity, I step out, blatantly and am thunderstruck when I faced with a very aroused Levi chewing on Eren's lips.

Holy shit.

They were really having it.

So much, that they didn't noticed our presence, not even the stall swung open.

Levi's professional black blouse had it's three first buttons lose, exposing a tad of his chest, while Eren, who was just as aroused yet skittish (which oddly reminded me of myself), had a handful of specks around his neck, no doubt from Levi. He clutched onto him, allowing him full access to his mouth and beyond; yup, tongues dances and waves of saliva shored in each of their mouths. A bit sloppily, Eren began to undo the rest of Levi's buttons, finally exposing his torso.

I almost whistled. My science teacher has his own collections of abs, in which, I have to add, Eren couldn't avert his eyes from.

A bit reluctant, Eren ran his hand across it, blabbering some nonsense about how wrong their embroilment is. Levi, nonchalant as always, didn't cared and retaliated, sprawling Eren's school shirt's open with one swoop. The latter one quavered as Levi ogled him, biting his lower lip lecherously. They kissed some more while groping each other, like Marco and I had done.

Speaking of which, he prodded my shoulder from behind, telling me we shouldn't interrupt them. I had my eyes on the whole display, unable to believe it, making him curious and when he peered, he gasped and clammed his mouth shut with his hand.

The duo finally noticed our presence and holy shit, Eren's face lit up completely when he saw me. He screeched and covered his face while Levi's expression stayed sharp, unchanged, his brows knit at me in frustration for interrupting their precious moment. Why the hell does he always takes it on me?

Silence ensued and I swore the only sound I could hear was Levi's scowl tighten, as if he was willing me to get the fuck out with his glare, but I didn't budge. A grin flit into my lips, despite how awkward this really was, and humiliating to Eren, apparently. He was still covering his face, his back to me, and is in the brink to sprint out of the bathroom.

On cue, Marco spoke up, breaking the everlasting silence, -"Umh, Jean and I were just, erm..., leaving."- And so we did, but not before I gave Levi one of my I told you grins.

And throughout the rest of the day, I couldn't think of anything else than so it is true! Levi and Eren had a fling of some sorts -or who knows, maybe they had a blooming relationship, who am I to judge? In spite of being a teacher (soon a principal, hopefully) and Eren a student, Levi gave no fucks whatsoever. A teacher, a pedagogue, courting one of his students was... undue, or so society makes you think and I kinda agree. Levi was a figure of education, a man of knowledge, it's just...

Ah, fuck it. Let him. It shouldn't matter. Levi has the right to love whomever he pleases. This was the whole thing of the cause I was a member of, which also proves he's a member too.

About Eren, let's just say he reminded me a lot of my old self. Yeah, the one who chickens out from the shrewd looks of society and malicious comments about the Bible and God disallowing access to sinful and vile men like me meant to quail me. I've never read the Bible or believed in God anyways, so the regards were the one fact that made me shit myself mostly, mainly because they forced me to remember my young days when I was bullied, glared and spit upon, and by that time, I hadn't let loose of the rope that strained me in the past. Also, I was scared of the changes I was going through; I've never in my life though I'd fall for another guy. Gay? Me? It was bizarre, shocking, too sudden. Marco's arrival into my life (which was perfect to me, at that time) was abrupt, spontaneous. I was into girls before and swapping from one to the other was enervating, wearing. My body was changing (and I mean new sensations, desires, needs, and yeah, getting harder more often), I was changing, my view of the word was changing. It was radical, almost maddening. I swore I was going crazy, at one point.

Point is, Eren's going trough this right about now with none other than Levi fucking Rivaille. I hate to admit this, but to be honest, I feel sorry for Eren, and I feel sympathy. I had tad desire to help him out, talk to him, help him out just like Marco helped me out and his mother and my mother (I love you, Mom).

I digress. It's obvious Eren's showing up to school because of Levi. After a few minutes of considering it, completely dozing off in Spanish and receiving Marco's sharp -but adorable- scowl, I decided to help him out. What could go wrong?

-"This has to be a miracle. Are you really going to help him?"- Marco commented while he chewed on his hamburger, smiling like an idiot.

I just told him the whole Eren thing and apparently, he had trouble believing me. I swallowed a chunk of meat before answering him, -"Yeah, man. What do you mean 'miracle'?"

He chuckled. Marco wasn't bothered by the idea, in fact, he was glad I decided to abide a 'benevolent' deed (yeah, that's what he told me), -"Well, you didn't liked him, remember?"

-"True,"- I shrugged, taking another bite of my mushy beef, -"I dunno, just wanna help."- Actually, it did brought a slight satisfaction when I saw him like that. Eren's still a jerk in my list, alright?

Marco smiled with doe eyes as he watched me finish up my meat, making my face lit up.

Thing is, whenever I tried to approach the guy, he covers his face and avoids me. He must have told Mikasa something (like, hey, "Horseface's the reason why I'm so gloomy. Don't ask why."), because whenever I approached them six feet, she stood in front of him and glowered me intensely, like if she glares for enough time, she'll blow holes in me. She was practically warning me of the consequences if I step one feet closer. I clicked my tongue, but then wondered if she knew Eren's liaison with our beloved science teacher.

Hm, I wonder what'll happen if I told her. She'll literally flip tables, considering how fucking attached she's to him (reason why I hated him way back).

Marco advised me to talk to her peacefully and tell her, um, half truth of the situation. I gave it a shot, -"Oi, Mikasa,"- I spoke, hand on the back of my neck, -"I gotta talk to Eren."

She just glared at me.

-"It's, um,"- Oh my God, how do I put it without getting on her nerves, -"Listen, I can help him, alright? It's a... man to man talk."

I don't think she understood that, or maybe she did, but didn't cared. Her expression was sharp and her scowl didn't flinch. When he step a bit closer to me, with a bit of force, I cringed and literally flew away. Nope, nope, nope, I though, anyone but Mikasa.

During P.E, I devised a plan (yup, it involves Marco) and marched for it. I ordered Marco to distract Mikasa as long as he could -which won't be long, she's clever- while I catch Eren in the men's bathroom. Yeah, she was guarding the front door, can you believe it? Marco accepted and set off to chit-chat (or bore) her away from the door.

-"Hey, Mikasa! Can you help me with something?"- Marco began, feign to be extremely exhausted (even though he was exhausted from the aerobics), while I hid around the corner.

-"What is it?"- He asked fatly, wrinkling her nose.

Marco bent, leaning his hand on his knees while he panted dramatically (he surprised me when he sloshed a few sweat drops. Damn, he's good at this thing). He then pointed to the shed at the far end of court, where a pile of distinct balls laid haphazardly, -"I-I need help. Keith asked me to arrange them, but..."

She looked around. Everyone else was still busy with the workout. Reiner and Bertolt disappeared, -"Where's Jean?"

Oh shit. She noted my absence. Of course she would, dumbass.

-"He... just left. Said he was in a hurry."- He puffed, wiping his forehead's sweat.

Mikasa observed him and I'm relieved when she gave him a slight nod. Thank God she trusted him. Even if she slavers for Eren, she had a soft spot for Marco. Everyone had. It bothered me.

Once she was in a relatively safe distance, I slip inside the bathroom and managed to caught him. He was washing himself after the incessant amount of aerobics Keith barked us to complete. I lent on the opposite wall of the showers and spoke. I don't have much time, -"Eren."

He gasped and I heard a loud plunk. Something fell, -"Damn you, Horseface."

-"Before you slink away like a fucking coward, just listen to me, alright?"- I sighed, running a hand trough my moist hair. Fuck, I feel like I'm about to talk to myself, -"I just-"

-"The hell you calling a coward, huh?"- He snapped and oh boy, here we go, -"Yourself? Trust me man, I don't doubt it."

I rolled my eyes, -"Fucking admit it, Yeager. You're a sissy gay."

He stayed silent for a few seconds before he answered pretty fucking loud. Still, I heard it shake, -"What the fuck man? You're the only one who's gay here, all over Marco. So gross."

I cringe at that, my neck bristling in frustration at the memory of Marco's uncle's tirade, -"Stop hoaxing me. I was there, for fucks sake."

Again, he clammed his mouth shut for a few seconds, -"That was nothing."

I scoff, darting my head, -"Sure, wooing Levi is nothing. Nothing at all."

He huffed, still skittish to face me, -"Get the hell out man."

I was onto that, but stopped on my heels, -"You're an ass to deal with, Yeager,"- I sighed again and tapped my foot against the white, humid slab, -"Just wanted to let you know that I've been there man and that I'd hate for others like me get pent-up because of this fucked society. Holler at me whenever you feel like it."

He says nothing, but I know he's deep in though and that's something.

I stroll to the door and fuck me, I face with a fuming Mikasa.